The third painting

When they returned to the painting room the props were already set, but they looked a lot more modest this time. It was basically just a single chair, although Aeriella could notice that it had been modified for a specific purpose. The piece of furniture was as wide as an armchair, but lacked the armrests. Both the seat and the back were upholstered for the model’s comfort. The backrest had two cuffs mounted on its sides, at the top.

Before sitting down Aeriella took her clothes off, everything apart from stockings and high heels. She also took off her necklace, it was replaced with the same collar as the one she had used during the first posing. The ankle and wrist bracelets also went off, but were not replaced with anything. Only the tiara, the earrings and the bicep bracelet remained. Rossignol then took the same golden string and tied it around the elf’s breasts in the same manner as previously. Even with the sorceress’ arms still at her sides it pushed her large breasts forward significantly. Only then the elf assumed her position on the piece of furniture. Aeriella was to half-sit half-lay on the chair, with her back laying on the seat, and her head and shoulders resting on the backrest. She was then bent in half, her thighs laid at the sides of her torso, the knees under her armpits. The thin stilettos of her heels were pointing directly upwards. In such a position Aeriella’s ankles were locked in the cuffs at the backrest. The minstrel then tied her wrists right next to the cuffs.

In this pose the elf felt by far the most exposed and ****. Rossignol was not done though. First he poked Aeriella’s nipples for a moment until they got hard. He then took a light golden chain, led it through the ring at the sorceress’ collar and attached its clamps to her erect nipples. She moaned lightly when he did that. Next the minstrel brought an anal plug, this one was the largest of the three. He lubricated the elf’s anus and the toy, then began to slowly push it inside. Aeriella’s moans were louder this time and their volume increased as the thick toy stretched her back door wider. Once the plug’s widest part was inside the elf’s sphincter Rossignol did not push it in. Instead he wiggled it back and forth, teasing the sorceress. Her moans got even louder, much to the enjoyment of the small audience. Eventually the minstrel shoved the whole toy in, the motion was accompanied by an audible “Oof!” coming from Aeriella’s mouth. The plug’s golden base glittered along with the rest of the jewellery.

That still was not the end though. The host and the painters remained closely to watch the final stage of preparations. Still kneeling between the elf’s legs the minstrel reached out with his hand and began to gently rub her vaginal lips. In her position they were pointing almost upward and could not have been more exposed. Rossignol’s caress obviously turned Aeriella on which was announced by even more moaning; but that was merely a bi-product. The goal was to make the lips swell, so they would be even better visible for the painters. As soon as the minstrel achieved his goal he stopped the caressing, leaving the elf frustrated again.

The painters walked to their easels and began to paint. Both stood in front of the model, but observed her from different angles. For a moment their erections were visible under their clothes. Walter remained for a while and continued to enjoy the sight. He no longer tried to cover his arousal, it was noticeable both on his face and in his trousers. Rossignol returned to songwriting, but during this pose he had to interrupt it regularly. Every minute or two the minstrel would approach Aeriella and rub her vaginal lips to ensure that they remained swollen. It also ensured that the elf remained horny and frustrated.

Thanks to the sorceress’ fitness she could maintain this pose for longer than mere two hours, so the discomfort was not an issue. The second predicament was rougher in that regard. But the full exposure and the constant edging were more humiliating. The elf was too horny to be bothered by the injured pride; in her current state it turned her on even more. She was vaguely aware that in the future people would see the paintings and once again witness her shameless exposure. A rational Aeriella would hope that the paintings be hanged in Walter’s private bedroom. The horny Aeriella wished they were put in the main hall and admired by crowds of people every day.

The host eventually left, but the artists did not fully switch to professional mode. The elf could feel their lustful gazes on her body. They were not merely observing a model, they were fucking her with their eyes. While that kind of fucking aroused the exhibitionist within the sorceress, it was also completely unsatisfying. Together with Rossignol’s rubbing of her pussy it was just another element of the teasing and edging. These were the longest two hours of the three predicaments. But as time passed by Aeriella did not wish that the modelling would end. No, she wanted to be finally fucked for real. She needed to CUM!

The elf did not want to wiggle in her bonds, because that could spoil the composition. She tried to clench her anal muscles around the large plug, hoping that would offer some respite, but to no avail. That only increased her sexual frustration. Again and again the minstrel came to rub her pussy, each time her moans grew louder and more ****; but of course he was not interested in giving her any orgasms. It took some effort on Aeriella’s part not to ask him to make her climax. After all the paintings were the goal, not the elf’s sexual satisfaction.

At some point Walter returned to check on the progress. At least that was his excuse, but this time he failed to hide his true obvious motive. He gazed at Aeriella with lust clear on his face and an erection in his trousers.