The Portrait

A proper dress was key. Julia had a broad collection of night gowns and contemplated for a long time which one to pick. It was more important than picking an outfit for a party, because it would be immortalized on a canvas. Eventually she decided to wear a long lace gown, it was dark red, the same shade as the lipstick she intended to use. The entire dress was made of lacy patterns, opaque in most places, so they covered the skin. Not everywhere though because most of the back was made purely of sheer fabric (of the same colour) and the part covering the legs was see-through enough to offer an occasional glimpse of skin underneath. The gown was asymmetrical, on the right side the lacy fabric went over the shoulder, there was a long sleeve, mostly sheer with sporadic seemingly chaotic patterns. The left shoulder and arm were bare, the cleavage on the left side was also deeper. The right leg was covered, but the entire left one was exposed through a high slit; it was not as wide nor revealing as the one in the dress which Julia had worn to a recent party, but still shoved off a lot of skin. Or rather nylon, because the cougar planned to wear sheer black holdup stockings with subtle patterns along their side.

The gown was not designed to be worn with an ordinary bra and this time Julia did not want to go braless. The one she picked was obviously red, the front part was lacy but firm, it supported her huge breasts well. There were no straps to go over her shoulder, but there was a tight sheer band that went around her back; it blended perfectly with the see-through parts of the dress. Her panties were equally red, a sexy lace thong.

For her feet she chose a pair of glossy red pumps, they were relatively simple, but not at all plain. The shoes were just as expensive as their stilettos were tall and thin, the metal needles were sixteen centimetres tall and caused her feet to make an incredible arc; they also made her legs look insanely sexy.

Before going to the painter Julia also visited a stylist to get her hair and makeup done professionally. It was sexy, but elegant, she did not want to look slutty, but also wished to go beyond natural makeup. Subtle and stylish (and horribly expensive) golden jewellery completed her look.

Winston was obviously the person who drove the cougar to the beautician and later to the painter.

Al Gerardi was a true artist and as such not a rich man. He inherited a small house with a garden outside of the city, he turned most of the place into his artistic workshop. He greeted Julia outside of his house dressed in work clothes. The contrast between the two of them was staggering, but considering the purpose of the visit it was not an impolite behavior. Al bowed and courteously kissed Julia’s palm, he still had not grown taller from his 160 centimetres and had his eyes at the level of the woman’s breasts. But he learnt to live with his disadvantage and remained unphased by tall women, even if they wore killer heels.

“You look fabulous, Julia” he said with a charming smile.

“Thank you! I had to do my best for the portrait, didn’t I?”

Al complimented several details of the cougar’s outfit, jewellery and makeup. He was being genuine, but he also liked to brag that way about his perceptivity and taste. Julia loved compliments like every woman does and she could appreciate a man with a sense of style. Together they went into the house. Winston had to do what chauffeurs mostly did - wait.

Al gave Julia a short tour of his workshop, he explained some of the techniques and tools, and informed her about his plans for her portrait. The cougar might have been the client, but she let him make all the artistic decisions. Eventually they got to business, the painter showed the cougar where to stand and what pose to assume. It had to be a relatively simple one, because painting unlike photography took a lot of time. Al made sure to keep the pose classy and sexy at the same time, flaunt all of Julia’s assets without being vulgar. Her chest was pushed slightly forward and her stocking-covered legs exposed through the slit. The cougar remained motionless as the painter worked in silence. The whole process took about forty minutes, but there was no need to remain completely motionless the whole time. Julia could ask for a break and later resume the posing, Al had a perfect visual memory, so there were no problems with setting her up in exactly the same way.

Finally Julia could see the results of his work.

“It’s marvelous!” she exclaimed in genuine rapture.

“All because of the beauty of the model.”

“You gave me enough compliments already. Now it’s time for you to accept a few.”

She smiled and leaned forward to kiss Al on the forehead. It was a bit goofy and strongly contrasted with their activities at their previous meeting.

The painter brought a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses, the two of them discussed his work for a while before proceeding to the next portrait. They debated whether to make another one in the gown or strip down to lingerie instead.

“I’d love to paint a more daring image of you in this fabulous gown” said Al “but it takes time and I have a surprise idea for you later.”

“I love surprises!” interrupted Julia sounding like an excited schoolgirl.

“I hoped you’d say that. I’ll happily paint you in a gown again after the exhibition, but now - strip” he said the last work in a commanding tone, but with a teasing smile on his face.

The cougar carefully got out of her dress and hung it on a coat hanger.

“This bra won’t do” exclaimed Al when he saw the item “wait, I have something better.”

He soon returned with a red lacy expensive bra.

“Here, put this on.”

“But… that’s my bra” Julia was startled.

“Yes, Winston gave it to me.”

“Ah! Maria…” the cougar’s brain worked fast and the solution was not a complex one anyway “that little devil. You plotted together, didn’t you?”

“Don’t forget that I’m a little devil as well” replied Al with a grin “and you said you liked surprises.”

Julia smiled in response and took her own bra from the man, she quickly put it on. The lacy bra made a set with the panties, so without the dress it obviously looked a lot better than the other one.

The cougar, dressed in her sexy lingerie and high heels, got onto the bed and assumed a pose described in details by Al. She lay on her side resting her upper body on one elbow, the other arm was bent, its palm rested on the side of the upper thigh. The leg on the bottom was outstretched, the other lightly bent at the knee, it helped to support the balance of the body. The woman’s head was turned slightly upwards and she had a dreamy expression on her face. Once the painter finished explaining and directing, he once again proceeded to work in silence.

While the first portrait was something to be hung in the main room for all to admire, the second one was intended more as an ornament of the bedroom, seen only by trusted friends. Julia was just as satisfied with the result and the two of them sipped some more wine during a short break.

“It’s time for the surprise I mentioned earlier” said Al mysteriously.

“I assumed it wasn’t just the bra” Julia teased “I’m all ears” she added with an expectant smile.

“I’ve heard that you like it a bit kinky…”

“The plot continues, I see. Just a little bit” the cougar answered vaguely, turning the smile into a smirk.

She wondered how much Maria had told Al, not that she was angry, just curious.

“Well…” the painter continued “I thought about adding some ropes to the set. What do you think?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“How nimble are you?”

“I’m quite flexible. What **** do you have in store for me?”

“The pose will need to be rather basic. Being tied up is one thing, but spending forty minutes in ropes could limit the blood circulation” the painter explained “could you hold your arms like that for a longer period of time?”

The man gently pulled her elbows behind her back in such a way that her palms remained at her sides at the height of the waist. The shoulders got pulled back too and the chest pushed forward.

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Great!” Al grinned and in the same voice as earlier added “strip. Keep only the stockings.”

Julia obediently took off her lingerie and shoes, she almost could not wait to be tied up AND painted; the excitement of novelty is truly a powerful emotion.

When only stockings covered the cougar’s body (or at least parts of it), the painter told her to assume a wide stance, he then began to replace her panties with a rope; like the lingerie that had just been taken off all the ropes were red. First Al wrapped two coils around the woman’s waist, then led them over her crotch; the rope went directly between Julia’s vaginal lips and the painter made it tight enough to cause discomfort. He used lubricant, so that no harm would be done; of course the whole experience got the cougar horny already.

The man then led his model to the bed and told her to sit on its edge. Next to be tied up were the knees, Al kept the ropework tidy and aesthetically pleasing, but also secure, yet not too tight; ankles soon followed. The painter had left the arms to be last, because that was the most taxing part for Julia (although one could argue it was the crotchrope). He pulled her elbows back and inserted a bar between them and her back; with the addition of rope her arms were soon immobilized; this pose flaunted her large breasts wonderfully.

The feeling of helplessness turned the cougar on even more. Al was not finished though, he had few toys to spice up the scene. First of them was a light golden chain with two nipple clamps at its ends.

“Hey! Is that mine too?”

Al only winked in response.

“Silly of me to even ask.”

Next came a ball gag, medium-sized and of course red; this toy belonged to the painter.

“Keep your toes pointed downwards as you sit” explained Al “so that your feet and shins form a straight line. You can wiggle your feet from time to time, so that you don’t get a contraction.”

Julia nodded her head and the painter continued.

“Whenever you feel that something’s wrong, just make some noise through the gag. I can loosen the ropes if it’s necessary.”

The woman nodded again and Al walked to the canvas and began to paint.

Loosening of the ropes was necessary only once during a short break about halfway through. The painter took off Julia’s gag and fed her water, he released her arms and massaged her calves. The cougar was in an excellent physical shape, but this was not supposed to be an endurance test. The nipple chain remained in place though and the crotch rope was not loosened, it was constantly being lubricated by the woman’s own juices.

When the painting was finally completed Al untied all the ropes and massaged Julia’s calves and back. He was careful when removing the crotch-rope, but also teased the cougar by gently rubbing her pussy with it; he was rewarded with a soft moan. He got another groan from the woman when he took off the nipple clamps and massaged her nipples as the blood was returning into them; the clamps might have been light, but a proper aftercare is always welcome. Only then he led her to the canvas to admire his work. This time she was even more enthusiastic, although it was a different kind of enthusiasm, the one that creates moisture in certain places. After the customary exchange of compliments Al asked:

“How do you feel about making one more? I have something really special this time.”

“How could I refuse a special offer?” Julia grinned “what is it?”

“I’ll bring it, but how about a little wine first?”

“With pleasure.”

They still have not finished the bottle, so the painter poured the beverage into their glasses.

“I’ll bring the… device” said Al when the glasses were empty “and you put on your heels. But nothing else.”

The man soon returned with a… pole, a medium sized telescope metal pole attached to a square basis. He swiftly fixed the strange device to the floor; there had already been four bolts in place, apparently for this purpose, but the cougar had not noticed them.

“Is this what I think it is?”

She had had enough experience with bondage to be able to recognize the application of a device, even if she had never used it herself before.

“It’s called one bar prison” Al explained “It’s very effective AND should fit your eccentric tastes.”

“It takes a thief to catch a thief” she replied with a smirk.

“Guilty” Al smiled mischievously “now stand over here, wide stance.”

Julia eagerly assumed the position over the device, while the painter lubricated its end. He then carefully expanded the pole upwards until it reached her pussy, at that point he became even more careful.

“I’ll go slow” he said “tell me when to stop.”

The cougar was flexible in various ways and accustomed to huge penises. It astonished Al how late she told him to stop. This time her moans were longer and louder.

“Few more centimetres and you would’ve defeated my toy.”

“Is that an elaborate way of calling me a slut?”

“Are you?”

“Do you even have different kinds of customers?”

“You’ll see at the exhibition. There, done.”

He fastened the final screw effectively immobilizing his model. The high heels were an important part of the predicament, because the woman could not climb onto her toes any farther to escape from the one-bar prison.

Al again brought the nipple chain. As he attached it he said:

“I want the bar to be your only form of bondage. But your breasts look marvelous when you push your chest forward, so please put your both arms behind your back and grab the inside of your elbows.”

“Like that?”

“Yes, perfect! We’ll skip the gag this time.”

Julia’s current position was easier to maintain than the previous one and also more arousing. The earlier bondage, despite the stimulating crotch-rope, gave an illusion of cover, plus she had kept her legs together. Now she was completely exposed and ****, that feeling in itself was enough to make her wet, but there was also the pole, not overly thick, but going so deep inside of her. The presence of high heels and stockings made her feel even more naked. She loved the feeling and was aware that in the future a glance at the painting would bring all those memories back.

There was no break this time, the cougar freed her arms a few times and shook them to fix the blood circulation, but she quickly resumed the proper (submissive) pose. Al, as was his custom, worked in silence.

When the painter finally finished, he did not release his model to let her admire his work of art. Instead he approached her and began to gently caress her body, his fingers were barely touching her skin, but it was more powerful than if he had slapped her. Julia’s hands were free, but she did not try to stop him, she stood motionless and enjoyed his touch.

“Would you like to see the painting?” Al asked as he leisurely drew a circle with his finger around Julia’s clamped nipples.

“Yess…” she replied then inhaled loudly.

The man continued to caress her breast with one hand and placed the other between her legs. He lightly poked the pussy lips right by the spot where the pole went into her vagina.

“Or would you prefer for me to continue doing this?”

The pressure of his digits grew only slightly.

“Yesss…”

Al softly squeezed the clamp at the nipple.

“Ahh” a moan was the cougar's only response.

The painter left the nipple and grabbed the cougar’s breast, his palm was too small to contain it whole, he squeezed it lightly; his other hand was fingering her clit. Her moaning was becoming more audible with each passing moment. All of Al’s motions maintained the lazy pace, his touch remained gentle as well. Fondling the breasts, caressing the skin, fingering the clit or the pussy lips - all slow and soft; but it worked like a charm. Julia’s breathing was getting heavier and her moans louder, but she still did not say a single word. She craved more though, the painter’s palms were pushing all of her buttons, but being impaled was not the same as being fucked. The bar might have been long, but it was motionless, the stretching of her vagina acted as nothing more than teasing. Al was fully aware of that and his hands only emphasized the feeling.

The painter let go of the cougar’s breasts and crotch, and squatted down. He put his fingers on her nylon covered ankles and began to caress her legs, he moved upwards with the same leisurely pace; his touch was strong enough to not be tickling, but only barely. To Julia it felt as arousing as anything done to her erogenous regions; Al was an artist and right now her body was his canvas.

The man spent more time on the cougar’s strong firm thighs, he kissed them through the stockings and drew invisible patterns with his digits; Julia’s breathing never calmed down, although her moans became softer. From the thighs the painter moved to the cougar’s buttocks, they were so round and firm, as strong as her legs and just as inviting to touch. His lips and fingers worked his magic on the smooth skin. Finally Al reached her crotch again, he kissed the exposed skin of her underbelly and inner thighs, but did not touch the pussy for a while. When he finally did, just a gentle kiss on the clitoris, the cougar moaned louder than she had done when he was fingering her.

The painter stood up, his face was at the level of Julia’s exposed breasts, so he finally could use his short height to his advantage. He took off one of the clamps and massaged the nipple with his lips, he then repeated the action on the other nipple. The cougar’s huge breasts were as inviting for caress as her thighs and buttocks, Al kissed, licked and fondled them, remaining ever so gentle. The woman kept moaning softly the entire time.

Finally he stopped and raised his head, he could not reach Julia's ear with his mouth, but it was not necessary. In a quiet almost imperceptible voice he asked:

“What do you want?”

“Mhmm” was the cougar’s only response.

“Say it” he did not raise his voice.

“Love me.”

Not “fuck me”. Julia had been fucked earlier that day, now it was different.

In a few swift motions the painter loosened the pole and pulled it down, it went out of the cougar’s wet pussy smoothly. She bent her knees slightly and leaned forward, so when he stood up the two could finally kiss. With their height disparity it was uncomfortable and a bit awkward, so their lips soon parted and they went towards the bed. Together they swiftly undressed Al, his huge cock was already semi-erect and leaking precum. The cougar sat on the bed and took the penis into her mouth, a short blowjob was enough to get it fully erect. Before going onto the bed the painter knelt and took Julia’s heels off; her stockings remained the only piece of clothing between the two of them.

It was far more comfortable for them to kiss in a horizontal position, finally it could be long and sensual, with their tongues dancing inside of their mouths. Julia wrapped her long legs around Al’s slender waist and her arms around his toned back, she could feel his hard cock poking her crotch. When their lips parted, that penis finally entered the cougar’s wet hungry pussy; she issued a loud ecstatic moan, one of many to come.

Their lovemaking was sensual, even if not overly creative; they had had enough creativity already. The pair remained in a missionary position the entire time. Sometimes Julia would wrap her legs around Al, other times she spread them wide and laid them on the sides; the man varied his pace and **** as well. Occasionally they would pause for another lengthy passionate kiss; they made love for a long time.

The cougar was the first to climax. She pushed her head back and issued a loud high-pitched cry, she grasped the bed sheets with her palms and wrapped her legs tightly around her lover. Most importantly she clenched her vaginal muscles even tighter, the additional pressure on Al’s huge cock caused him to cum as well. He continued to move his hips back and forth, but his motion became short and hectic. The man shot a voluminous load inside of the cougar’s pussy.

When they both calmed down Julia untangled her long legs, the lovers laid in the bed, kissed and cuddled. Some time later they eventually left for the bathroom to wash off all of the bodily fluids; the cougar again had to take a pair of sweaty stockings off her legs.

When later Winston drove her home, she was wearing only a short summer dress (and a pair of slippers) which Al for some reason had in his home. It must have belonged to one of the painter’s models/lovers, the girl was most likely short, because on Julia the dress did not even fully cover her buttocks and her lack of panties was obvious. But Winston had seen her more than just naked and it was late night already, so no-one would see her anyway. She had left the painter’s house without even seeing the final painting, she would have many opportunities to admire all four of them in the days to come, when they were properly framed and hung in her house. She felt tempted to hang the one-bar-prison image in the main hall...

Julia of course agreed to attend and support Al’s exhibition, but that is a tale for another time.