Mistress's Muse

"Are you sure about this?" James asked meekly as he walked into the room wearing nothing but a robe "What if someone else sees?"

"Who else is going to see, silly?" Mistress asked teasingly as she sat behind her easel with her paintbrush in hand. It was strange, James knew the pretty red haired woman in front of him had a proper name but he couldn't quite recall it. Not that she would ever allow him to call her that anyway "We are alone in my studio, The door is locked and the windows are drawn. There is noting for you to worry about!"

"But you've never seen me naked before" James blushed a little.

"James, I need to paint a realistic nude for my portfolio and you are the only person I would ever consider using as a model" Mistress reassured him fondly. That did make James feel a little better. Except that..

"How realistic will it be? What if people can recognise me?"

"James, it's only a painting. I'm not that good!" Mistress sighed "Now are you going to help me or not?"

James figured he couldn't really argue with that and slowly untied his robe and exposed his entire naked body to his Mistress for the first time. He had never felt so self conscious in his life but couldn't help but feel good that Mistress would only ever paint him like this.

"Toss your robe over there. I don't want it in the picture" Mistress gestured to an area a few feet to the side and behind him. He did as he was told, somehow leaving him feeling even more naked.

"Okay, now sit on the chair" James sat on the wooden chair opposite Mistress as she stood behind her easel. He subconsciously tried to make himself smaller, with his legs close together and his hands on his knees "Okay, that's great James but now I want you to spread you legs a little and bring your right leg up so your foot is on the chair!"

This was not a pose that James was happy with but, having gone this far already, he reluctantly moved into it.

"That's lovely James, now look directly at me, smile and give me the thumbs up!"

That felt a little odd for a nude portrait to James but Mistress was the artist and did as he was told.

There was a flash!

Suddenly Mistress wasn't holding an easel but a camera, and she wasn't standing in an empty, locked studio but the middle of Trafalgar Square, surrounded by hundreds of tourists, many of whom were stopping to take photos of him too. James turned to look for his robe only to see it floating in water. He was sitting not on a chair but on the edge of a fountain.

"I wanted a new shot of you for my website" Mistress explained as she walked over "I need my potential clients to see just how complete my control over you is. It turned out great by the way, thank you. Now, back to sleep!"