The first painting

In the large room where the painting and modelling would take place the first set was already prepared. So were the easels, canvas, paints and brushes.

“I’m certain You’re familiar with the one-bar prison, aren’t You, Lady?” Walter asked.

Aeriella indeed knew the predicament and considered it rather creative in its simplicity. The bar itself had already been fixed to the floor. It was golden, but the elf doubted that it was actually made of pure gold. Walter might have been passionate about his hobby, but certainly his merchant side could not accept such an expenditure. The device worked in a simple fashion. The bar itself was telescopic, the sorceress would stand over it while it was down, her legs slightly spread. Then the bar would be raised and put into her vagina as deeply as possible. With high heels on her feet and no nearby objects to grab onto she would be unable to just step off her prison.

“We’re going to make some minor changes to your outfit and jewellery, Lady Aeriella,” said Walter, “if you don’t mind of course.”

“I’m merely a model,” the sorceress replied, “I leave the artistic side to you, Gentlemen.”

“Splendid! Then please take off your dress.”

That was merely the first of these “minor” changes. At that point any fake modesty made no sense, so she freely stripped in front of the men. Her shoes were fine, but she had to take them off nevertheless, in order to put on stockings. These were made of tiny mesh and had an obvious colour. The necklace was removed and replaced by a collar, at the front it had a ring from which ran two light chains. Each would later be attached to a nipple with a clamp. The rest of the jewellery remained intact.

Aeriella was aware that without Rossignol’s involvement this whole situation would have never occured. Here she was, a noble lady conducting political negotiations with a powerful merchant. Smoothly, as if they were brokering a trade deal, she had agreed to not only strip in front of him, but also to pose in bondage. Despite all the polite and slick talks her pride and dignity were hurt, both of them were aware of that. But also both were strongly turned on by the whole development. The elf could already feel her pussy becoming moist and she had no doubt that Walter had an erection, although his clothes hid it. The minstrel was to be blamed for the situation; or maybe thanked instead, because Aeriella would be lying to herself, if she claimed that she was not excited. It was also Rossignol’s presence and involvement that caused Aeriella to feel comfortable and safe when stripping and being locked in bondage. Whatever damage her pride and dignity would be dealt they would surely heal quickly.

While the painters prepared their easels, paints and brushes, Rossignol was the one who took care of the model and prepared her for the predicament. Walter was only observing the preparations in silence. The minstrel first diligently lubricated the bar, then he proceeded to Aeriella. In her case he did not use any external lubricant. He could play her body as well as his lute, so in a few moments she was not only wet, but also moaning softly. When the sorceress’ vagina was as slippery as the bar, Rossignol began to carefully impale her onto the prison. The bar was moderately thick, because the goal was to get it as deep as possible. The minstrel proceeded slowly, but ultimately reached the limits of the elf’s pussy; her quiet moans accompanied his work. But the preparations were not over. The minstrel told Aeriella to put her arms behind her back and grab her elbows. When she complied he used a soft golden string to tie her arms in place. The bond served mostly aesthetic purposes and the elf could easily wiggle out of it, if she wanted to. The position pushed her ample breasts forward. Rossignol took another strip and tied it around the base of Aeriella’s tits. It was not overly tight, but it pushed them even further forward. Finally he attached the clamps to the sorceress’ already erect nipples; this caused her to moan louder. There was one more jewellery item to be put onto the elf, or rather INTO her - an anal plug. Rossignol diligently lubricated the toy. The sorceress then bent at the waist as far as the bar inside allowed her to, and the minstrel repeated the process with her anus. When it was ready he gently pushed the toy into her orifice. She issued a soft moan, then straightened up.

Rossignol stepped aside to leave the field to the painters, but he did not walk away. He intended to create his own work of art with Aeriella as the centrepiece. But he would be painting with words and sounds instead. Walter remained for a while longer to admire the model and the artists at work.

“I’ll see you during the break, Lady Aeriella,” he eventually said, “have fun,” with that he left.

Having a bar deep inside of her pussy was somewhat frustrating for the elf. Not because of the discomfort, that would have been bearable. The exposure, the semi-public bondage and the mild humiliation that came with them turned the sorceress on. Not to mention Rossignol’s fingers which had poked her pussy and clit, and made her wet. Simply put, Aeriella was horny and all the immobile bar did was to tease her with its inactivity. The clamps on her nipples had a similar effect. All the elf could do was to balance on her stilettos and look pretty; fortunately she was an expert at these activities.

The two painters gazed at Aeriella in professional admiration, then returned their eyes to their canvases. One man painted her front, the other - her back. Rossignol sometimes sat, other times paced around the room; in such cases he made sure not to interrupt the painters. They did not seem to be bothered by him playing his lute or creating the lyrics for his new ballad. Aeriella already knew the minstrel’s style, so she quickly realised how the final lyrics might sound. It would most likely be a song about her sacrifice for art and beauty, and her selfless support for artists. But it would also include all the spicy details of her predicament. Rossignol had an unmatched talent for making “promiscuous” sound noble and romantic. Songs and lyrics aside, the minstrel’s mere presence made the elf feel more comfortable with her predicament and helped her to relax.

Once Aeriella had adjusted to her position the time began to flow somewhat quicker. This did not mean that the sexual frustration went away, quite the opposite. The sorceress wished the bar could move up and down or at least vibrate. A few times she wanted to ask Rossignol to come over and rub her clitoris. But that could ruin the composition, so she remained silent. Finally the two hours passed and the minstrel approached the elf to release her.

“Mhmm!” she moaned loudly when he pulled the bar down and out of her pussy. As if reading her mind the minstrel rubbed her clit a few times. He did so expertly, but it only teased her further. Rossignol then removed the clamps from the sorceress’ nipples. She moaned softly with each clamp and then louder when he massaged the blood-flow back into her nipples. When he finished they stood proud and erect, begging for more attention, which they did not receive. The minstrel gestured for the sorceress to bend over which she obediently did, understanding his intentions. He grabbed the base of the anal plug and pulled it slowly until its widest part was in the elf’s sphincter. He wiggled the toy for a moment in that position, causing the elf to groan loudly. Eventually he pulled the whole plug out and put it away. Finally Rossignol untied the strings from Aeriella’s arms and breasts, releasing her fully.

“Thank you,” said the elf, then bent forward and rewarded him with a kiss on his cheek. They both behaved as if the whole setting was perfectly normal and casual.

Walter also appeared. He was carrying a short light robe which he offered to the elf and assisted her in putting it on. She remained without any lingerie.

“Everything is ready, Lady Aeriella,” the merchant said, “for You to refresh yourself. Take as long as You need and, please, join me later for a light meal. We’ll take a longer break before we begin the second painting.”

“Thank you,” the sorceress replied simply.

Walter escorted her to her chamber. He was a perfect gentleman and nothing in his behaviour suggested that there was any sexual context to the whole scenario. Once in her room Aeriella felt tempted to masturbate, but decided against it. Her tender parts would certainly be somehow involved in the next predicament, so they could use the rest.

The sorceress stripped off all of her clothes and jewellery. A bathtub had been prepared, so she took a quick bath. Next she called the servants to bring Rossignol to her room.

“Here’s the guilty one,” she greeted him with a grin when he came. She was still completely naked. “You owe me a foot massage,” the elf said when the door closed behind the minstrel, “for now, at least. I’m sure your debt will only grow throughout the day.”

“I’m merely Your humble servant, dear Lady,” Rossignol bowed at the waist. He was almost as good an actor as he was a musician.

The minstrel massaged Aeriella’s feet and was rewarded with another kiss on his cheek. He did not even try to grab her breasts or buttocks, which meant he was as serious about the paintings as were the painters and the host. The art was the priority, so Aeriella could not be distracted or mistreated even in the slightest. While the elf believed this was the case, she was also certain that Rossignol planned something bigger later during the day and his current behaviour was merely an act. She did not ask him for anything more, so he left.

After Rossignol left Aeriella performed several stretching exercises. She was fit and nimble, but she had just spent two hours in one position and would soon repeat the feat in a different predicament. The elf did not know what the new setting would look like, but she wanted to work on her entire body. Fitness and flexibility were things which required regular effort anyway. After the exercises Aeriella put on her lingerie, dress, the regular set of jewellery, and joined Walter for a meal. It was virtuous and, considering the circumstances, surprisingly non-erotic. The conversation went smoothly, supported by a little bit of wine. Eventually they returned to the gallery where a new construction was already waiting. It was larger and more elaborate than the first one.