The second painting

It was a tall cuboid frame painted in the obvious colour. Four chains were hanging from its top corners, four others were attached to the bottom corners and were currently lying on the floor. With Rossignol’s assistance Aeriella stripped and put on the clothes and items she had worn previously. The stockings and heels remained the same and so did some of the jewellery items. The collar no longer had the two light chains attached to it. The anal plug was slightly larger, but its base was glowing golden just the same. The bracelets from Aeriella’s ankles were removed and replaced with cuffs which were nearly as ornamental. Their role would be not to hold elf’s legs together, but to keep them apart. Once Aeriella stepped into the frame a metre long bar was attached between them forcing the sorceress into a wide stance. The bracelets on the elf’s wrists were also replaced by cuffs. These were metal as well, but had a soft padding on the inside. The sorceress’ arms were raised to the sides until they were parallel to the ground, The cuffs were then attached to the two chains which hang from the corners behind Aeriella’s back. The chains in front of her were attached to her nipples with clamps. Again her soft moans accompanied the process. So far the predicament was easy and the elf could endure it for hours. The four bottom chains made it rougher, because they would be clamped to the sorceress’ vaginal lips. Rossignol squatted in front of Aeriella and began to carefully massage the lower lips, also pulling them slightly. This obviously caused her to moan louder, but she became truly vocal once the first clamp was attached to the left lip. It was the front left chain and the minstrel put the clamp at the front of the lip, so there was enough space for one more, slightly to the back. The next moan was even louder, but Aeriella managed to calmly remain in place and not wiggle. She remained composed, albeit vocal, when the other two chains were added.

All six clamps were not overly tight, just enough, so they would firmly remain in place. The chains were light as well and they hang loosely, creating mild aesthetically pleasing arcs. But the tension applied to the elf’s tender parts, especially her vagina, was significant. But just like the bar previously it mostly created the feeling of sexual frustration rather than pain. The larger anal plug only enhanced the sensation. This was like a soft, passive edging which never offered anything approaching satisfaction. Aeriella was certain that she would be able to endure the discomfort for two hours. She just hoped that the third predicament would let her pussy have some respite.

The painters once again assumed position in front of the elf and behind her, although this time they took more diagonal angles. Sorceress’ sheer curiosity how the paintings would turn out helped her greatly in enduring the discomfort. Aeriella was fully aware that right now she looked like a personification of kinky sexiness and suspected that Walter would spend a lot of time staring at her images. She was not vain enough to hang a painting of herself in her room, but maybe she could have similar paintings made and offer then to her closest friends. That certainly was an idea worth considering.

Aeriella could not move or rather should not move, because she retained certain freedom of movement. But she had to occupy her mind somehow. Considering the circumstances it was not surprising that her thoughts circled around sex. She imagined kinky embarrassing scenarios where Walter’s servants would enter the room, remove the plug and fuck her ass. All the clamps would remain in place, so with each shove the chains would painfully pull on her tender parts. Whenever such thoughts made her more horny, blood would rush into her vagina and cause the clamps to become even more apparent. The blood would also rush to her cheeks and occasionally she would let out a quiet moan. Rossignol of course, always perceptible, noticed everything; the elf even had a feeling that he could read her mind. Although in current circumstances one did not need to be a psychic to more or less correctly assess what she was thinking. Certainly the painters also noticed her colours and would apply them to the canvas faithfully. Walter would show up occasionally and observe for a few minutes, then return to his duties. Ultimately another two hours had passed and the painters put away their brushes. The merchant also returned to watch and offer ‘moral support’.

Rossignol once again was the one who disassembled the device. He started with the bottom clamps, because they were the most bothersome for the sorceress.

“Ahh!” Aeriella cried out when the first clamp was removed from her vaginal lip, “ahh” the second cry was quieter. She was equally vocal when the remaining two clamps were taken off and the blood could finally flow in her pussy freely.

“Mhmm,” her tone changed when Rossignol began to massage her lower lips to restore proper blood circulation. This was not masturbation, but he was tender and knew exactly what he was doing. Needless to say, the process not only removed any signs of discomfort from the elf’s crotch, but also turned her on. But apparently Rossignol aimed at leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled. As she was beginning to truly enjoy the massage in a sexual manner he stopped and stood up.

“Ohh,” the elf wailed softly, but soon got louder again.

“Ahh!” she moaned when the clamp from her right nipples was removed, “ahh”, then the second one.

Another massage, a shorter one, took place. Finally the minstrel released the elf’s wrists from the cuffs, then removed the spreader bar and took off the cuffs from her ankles.

Walter and the painters observed it all. The host tried to again remain impassive, but failed to fully conceal his arousal. Olivier and Giroud were no longer compelled to gaze professionally at the model, so they were not even trying to hide their lust. It remained only in their expressions, but was evident.

After being released the elf went to her room to take another quick bath. This time she took Rossignol with her, so she would not need to call for him later. The minstrel washed the sorceress, dried her and gave her another foot massage. In all these activities he remained mostly non-erotic, to the extent it was possible when touching a naked woman. But to the already aroused elf mere touch was enough to maintain a steady level of arousal. Aeriella was certain that Rossignol was also horny and managed to maintain self-control because he had a longer plan regarding her person. But she trusted him and liked his tricks; she also loved surprises, so willingly went on with the game.

The minstrel helped the sorceress dress up and together they joined Walter for another meal. The host managed to tame his lust and the conversation proceeded smoothly along its non-committal tracks. Even Aeriella was astonished how they mostly managed to avoid erotic themes. Finally came the time for the third pose.