The Artist (closed for heartofcourage)

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Few dozen canvases lie strewn around - filled with unfinished paintings. Some with heads, and torsos. Some filled with pictures of naked women. The touch of renaissance style was visible in all of them. The studio was lit with dim lights casting shadows on the walls like eerie ghosts of the painted and sculpted figures. In the middle of the studio stood a blank canvas stuck on a wooden stand. Leone Pacelli sat in front of it, as blank as the canvas in front of him. He was searching for that inspiration within, but none came to him.

Being a middle aged Italian, his charming boyish face masked the years of experience in painting he had. The only visible trait of those year were the small tuft of grey hair that adorned his head which otherwise was full, frizzy, and black. He took a sip of the red Cianti that sat in a glass on a table next to the empty canvas. Strewn around the table were assorted painting brushes, a piece of cloth sprayed with all types of colors, a palette with black, red and some kind of toned brown - like the color of a rusty skin that he saw on people who walked around his town. He stared at the blank canvas in front of him waiting for the female model to walk in.

"Perhaps," he thought, "she will be my inspiration"

He thought about her - actually tried to guess about her since he has never seen her before. She was referred to him by his trusted friend who never goes wrong with sending him the models that fit his style of painting precisely. He didn't think it will be any different today. The clock struck 10 AM and there was a knock on the door.

 

[heartofcourage]

The morning was cool and clear, a brisk fall evening, but a welcome one after the heat of a brutal summer. The heels of the woman clicked off the stone walkway, the only sound that followed her that morning. She had been told about a job that was intriguing and she had jumped at the first chance to be a part of something new.

Gabriella Sante was a beautiful mixture of exotic cultures all wrapped in one package. Her father was Spanish, her mother English, and the heritage was clearly painted on her features. Her lightly tanned skin shown a golden brown in the moonlight, her long chestnut color curls were style perfectly away from her delicate face. She had her mother’s light green eyes, button nose, and small dainty chin. Her father’s full lips were painted a dark red that evening.

She had always been proud of her looks. She’d worked as a model for many of her teenage years, earning enough money on the runways of Europe to fund a college education and start her own business. She worked in fashion, designing on her own time the clothing that she loved to wear. It was for women like her with rounded hips, a full bust, and gentle curves that weren’t afraid to show them off.

In the years since her runway days, she’d lost her “model’s body” indulging in the finest cuisine that Europe had to offer. It made her body soft, sleek, rounded and to her, absolutely perfect.

She had heard about this job from a friend of hers, a photographer named Paolo. He was Italian, middle aged, incredibly handsome and he had a friend who needed a model for his paintings. It seemed an interesting challenge and Gabriella had him set the meeting.

Now, she stood before the door of a studio, a deep breath taken to gain courage. She knocked on the wooden door at precisely 10am. Taking a step back, she adjusted the green dress she wore for probably the 100th time. It was one of her own creations and one of her favorites. It hugger her cures and tied around her tiny waist with a jaunty little bow over one hip. She’d paired it with low heeled black pumps, adding a little more height to her already tall frame.

She watched the door curiously, knocking again when she got no reply.

“Hello? Signore Pacelli?”

 

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"10 AM, sharp?" thought Leone "I like her already". Being an artist didn't make Leone any less stringent in some of the things he expected from others - time keeping being one. While growing up, they used to say he was born in the wrong country - Italians like it a bit lazy.

Leone took one more big sip of the Cianti and walked to the door. He quickly gave his creased shirt a check and tried, fairly unsuccessfully, to make it look a bit more tidy. Walking through his modest apartment he gave a quick glance around to decide what would be a good place to sit the model before getting to work. He decided against the studio outright and thought the front room would be a good place.

Leone heard the girl call out for him from behind the door and decided not to make her wait any longer. He has always been a stickler for first impressions.

He opened the door, gently to not startle the guest waiting.

What he saw made impressed him immediately. There stood before him a well dressed lady. Her hands were clasping her handbag. She was dressed to attenuate her womanly features - ample cleavage, round hips, full lips painted red that gave away their shape. Her dress tightly wound around her figure - a woman who is comfortable in her own body.

"Poalo, knows his models" he thought. As if to show he is not sure of the person in front of him, he tried an expression of "I am not sure who you are" on his face and asked in a thick Italian accent:

"Yes?"

 

[heartofcourage]

Gabriella watched as the door opened and she gave a smile to the man on the other side. He was middle aged, slightly rumpled but the look of an artist handing all over him. They were a certain breed and it was easy to spot them if you knew how to look.

“Signore Pacelli.” She said with a grin as she held out her hand to him, her clutch tucked under one arm. “I’m Gabriella Sante. Paolo sent me to model for you today.”

The uncertain look on her face had her confidence falling slightly and the thick accent had her wishing that she knew more of the Italian language. A breeze picked up as she stood there in front of him, ringlets of brown hair pushed into her face, sticking to her fresh lipstick.

“I apologize if I’m late, Signore. The taxi ran into some heavy traffic on the way.” She hated to be late and she worried that Signore Pacelli was the same. She hated to make a bad impression during their first meeting.

 

[deilweg]

Leone, watched as the girl before him extended her hand.

"Signora Gabrielle" he said, taking her arm gently. "I am glad you came. No you are right on time. Please come in" he gestured with the other free hand.

He has never been sure of when to let go, although he never wanted to let go of her tender hand. There is always something wonderful about holding a woman's hand and her's was no different. He held on to her hand a bit longer to assure her he liked her.

As he stepped aside to let her in, he had time to look her over some more, this time from behind. He saw her swirly hair lay on her soft olive skin exposed by her dress behind her. Her skin glowing and reflecting the golden light from the morning sun. Her shapely, curvy figure pushing on her tight dress. The frills of her dress landing on the curve of her ample buttocks before falling down gracefully to her legs.

"A perfect renaissance figure if there was one" he thought as he closed the door behind her.

"Please" he said as he guided her with his hands to the front room.

 

[heartofcourage]

Gabriella flashed a smile of perfect white teeth as she moved past him inside the home. She glanced around for a moment, taking it all in. It was tastefully done, dark colors but a classic feel. She absently reached up and brushed the hair from her face, taking a moment to smooth it back behind her ear before she turned to look at the artist once more.

“Paolo tells me you’re very good at the Renaissance style of painting.” She said, making small talk as she entered the room that he gestured towards. “You must forgive me, Signore, but I’m not familiar with your works. Please say you won’t fire me right away.” She teased him with a grin on her face as she took a seat in the room.

She gently lay her clutch beside her before she glanced up at him, noting the way that he looked at her as if he were appraising every square inch of her body. She’d never felt more exposed in her life but it was a nice heady feeling.

 

[deilweg]

"I like you signora" said Leone with a light chuckle at her little joke. "I like to work alone and for my pleasure. I have never needed to display my works in any gallery".

Leone took her hand gently and guided her to the couch in front. He sat down in the chair nearby and looked at her with a gentle smile.

"So, what type of work have done before?" asked Leone with a keen face.

 

[heartofcourage]

Gabriella smiled at him as he spoke. So, it seemed that he had a sense of humor! That was unexpected. Most of the artists that she’d met were dark and brooding.

“I use to model in my younger days. I walked runways all over the world and I mostly dealt with photographers. That is how I met Paolo.” She cross her legs, resting her wrists on her knee as she stared at the man before her. “This is my first time posing for an artist.”

She noticed the way that he stared at her, studying her and she tried not to show her nerves. She was comfortable in her body, but having someone stare at her so intently was a little bit unexpected.

“Might I ask, Signore, what you might have me doing?”

 

[deilweg]

Leone watched her body language intently. "Strong, confident with a rebellious streak" he thought.

"I don't fix on a particular theme straight-away" he said with the trademark Italian hand gestures "I take time to study the person in front of me before making a decision on how to paint them. I get.." Leone paused trying to get his words right "inspired by the.." pause again "environment and the model. I have a few themes in mind." he said adjusting himself on his char. He knew his next few statements will make or break this nascent, budding professional relationship.

He made sure he was as polite and humble in his voice as he spoke. "Signora" he began "First theme is the theme of bondage." he paused to see what effect it had on her then continued "I would like to paint the model, you.." he gestured and pointed towards her "bound to a bed with silk fabric on your one hand.." he said gesturing how the rope will go around her wrists " and black ropes on the other. You will be tied to the bed posts with your hand above your head - nude of course" he said as if a byline "with a sheet covering up to your ankles." He paused for a few seconds. "I had told Paolo that there will be nudity. I hope he mentioned it to you.?" He paused again "Will you be OK with the nudity?"

 

[heartofcourage]

“Yes, he mentioned that nudity would be involved and I assure you I don’t have a problem with it.” She said, a strange flush of warmth going through her when he mentioned the theme of bondage.

She’d always wanted to explore that side of her sexuality, but she’d never found a partner that she’d trusted enough to let him tie her to a bed. It was an intriguing thought, one that she didn’t shy away from easily.

Gabriella felt a small blush cross her cheeks as she thought of all manner of erotic images before she smiled at Signore Pacelli. He seemed sure of himself, confident in his art and she found a certain attraction in that.

“I believe, Signore, that you have your model.” She said in a soft tone, her naturally husky voice dropping slightly in tone as she leaned forward towards him. “You’ll find it takes quite a bit to chase me off.”

 

[deilweg]

Leone studied the girl in front of him for just a little moment, replaying what he just heard from her. He noticed the blush on her face and that excited him. He attempted to guess what went through her mind, but he was not sure. He has seen that face before on others and that always boded well for what he had in the back of his mind. He leaned back on the chair and readjusted his seating position. The thrill prompted by her words affected him strangely, but he was trying hard to not to show it to her.

“Grazie, Signora” Leone said with a slight nod of his head. “I will need to arrange for some props for the painting session. So, I have to call some of my friends around to help me out.” He got up and stretched his hand with an open palm. “Let me take you to our studio where you can look at my past work - where you can wait while I make some calls.” He paused. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone there for long” Leone waited for her to take his hand.

 

[heartofcourage]

Gabriella took his hand, smiling at him as he helped her to her feet. She was very interested in what his work was like. To hear Paolo speak, Signore Pacelli was a genius with a brush. That’s what had intrigued her so much about this job. Perhaps when it was all said and done, she might even commission one of his works for herself.

The studio that he led her to was like many she’d seen before. It was an array of chaotic displays, no rhyme nor reason to his method. He probably knew where everything was located though although a person like her might get lost for hours searching. There were painting supplies strewn throughout the space, an easel sitting in the middle of the room next to a bench and a fresh canvas waiting for inspiration.

Gabriella noticed some of the paintings held studies in color and detail, some were nudes, and some were modern day scenes. “You have extremely varied subjects, Signore. That’s very unusual for an artist.” She said as she walked up to a particularly engaging portrait of a nude woman.

“I like this one especially.” The woman was posed on a bed, her head thrown back in pleasure. What had caused that pleasure, Gabriella couldn’t see but it allowed her mind to run wild with the possibilities.

 

[deilweg]

Leone watched as Gabrielle looked around his studio. The unkempt state of his studio didn't bother him much - after all his passion was art, not house keeping.

"I am an artist with a lot of ideas brimming around in my head" said Leone gesturing in circles to the side of his head. "I am glad you liked it." said Leone pointing to the nude that Gabrielle had picked out of the pack. "I call it 'Il fiore rosa' - The blooming rose" He said cleaning his brushes with a piece of clothe. "You see, I find a pleasured woman extremely.." he paused looking for the right word "..erotic to look at. I believe that is what a man should live for" he said with a twinkle of a smile. "You see, I deliberately hid her arms from the painting and focused on her face." he paused for Gabrielle to gaze at the painting when he said it. "It is a mystery that I want the people who are looking at this painting to imagine for themselves." he said now his eyes riveted on her face - which for some reason kept moving to her lips and her eyes alternatively. "Who knows who or what was giving her that pleasure that seems to have.." he paused again, this time for her to look at his face when he says the next few words and to tone down the voice a bit - to almost a whisper "..mesmerised you". He kept looking at her face while he cleaned his brushes.

Then, as if woken from a trance, he said with a quickened pace. "Signora, please take a seat here" picking up a chair from the corner and placing it near her and the painting she was looking at. "I will be back with the props quickly". "Please" he said pointing to the bottle of Cianti sitting on the table "help yourself to some wine". He smiled and walked out.

 

[heartofcourage]

Gabriella shivered as Signore Pacelli described his method for painting the woman. She saw the piece as highly erotic, which is what he was aiming for. “Brava, Signore. You captured her perfectly.” She said as he offered her a seat.

She gave him a smile and nodded her head as he said that he would be back with props. Watching him leave, she moved to the bottle of Cianti, pouring herself a glass and savoring the smell and flavor of the beautiful wine. She took a chance to slowly peruse his paintings, looking at ever nuance and stroke that he used. They were very beautiful. She wondered why he wasn’t more well known.

She found another painting much like that woman in the throws of passion. This one had a woman with her back arched, her mouth opened in a soundless gasp as shadows played across her body. Again, it was beautifully erotic and riveting. She wondered how he got his models to exhibit such emotions. Well, she supposed that she would find out soon enough.

Taking her glass, she moved back to the chair and sat down the wait, her eyes moving every so often across the room and seeing new things each and every time.

 

[deilweg]

Leone stepped outside into the late morning sun. His resolve and attraction for his new subject increasing exponentially with every little conversation they were having.

He walked through the nearby streets to his usual props shops in Florence. Although a big city, Florence held a special place in his heart - it was the city were the masters lived and found inspiration. Besides sexuality being a recurring theme, he found like minded partners for his subjects quite easily in a big city like Florence - but it is not the quantity but the quality that matters - and the city didn't let him down.

In the shop he went straight to the man behind the counter - "Boungiorno Signore! I had called a few minutes ago."

"Ah! Signore Pacelli. Yes, we have what you wanted. Please follow me" - said the man.

The shop likes to keep his requests discrete and he liked that. The attendant waved to someone else to take care of the shop and led Leone to the back room. The attendant showed him where the props - neatly stacked in a box - and left telling him he can have a look around and call him when he wanted.

Leone looked in and took out a piece of silk like cloth from the box. He liked the texture, he can adjust the contours and colours in his canvas if needed. He pulled it from both sides to test the strength and he was happy with it. He briefly looked at the other props in the box - a few other pieces of cloth, similar to the one he was looking at, an leg chain made of resin and latex but mimicking the texture of rusted iron, a pair of soft white pillows, a pair of bedsheets with the texture of silk. "That was all that I asked for" thought Leone and picked up the box. Thanking the attendant, he left the shop and headed back home.

He entered his home and went straight for the studio were Gabrielle was still waiting. She had a radiant smile on her face almost as warming as the mid-morning sun. He smiled back. "Gracie, Signora for waiting" he said putting down the boxes. "Shall we get ready?"

When Gabrielle nodded, he came closer to her and gently took the wine glass from her hand. He made his voice as polite as he can "We will be painting in another room where I have set up the bed for our session. There is ample light there to see you clearly while I work." he smiled. "The session may become long, but will have time for breaks in between."

His face turned slightly mischievous. "Signora, when we get there. I will need you to take your clothes off so we can start our work." He smiled. "However, I would like you to do that with me in the room and watching." He tried not to sound like a pervert. "Mi Scusi, Signora, but it is important for us to be comfortable with each other because, we will be painting for a few hours and you will be naked during most of the time. I hope you are OK with that?"

 

[heartofcourage]

“Of course, Signore. I’m more than ready to begin.” Gabriella said with a wide smile and a nod, the glass in her fingers taken by him while she listened him describe what would happen. “Lead the way.”

She wasn’t afraid of her nude body. It was something that she embraced and took care of, but what made her a little nervous was the strong sensuality that she saw in his work. Sure, it was erotic, but this was suppose to be professional and Gabriella was having trouble keeping her mind in places it shouldn’t be going. She didn’t want him to think she was a freak.

“Signore, you’ll be looking at my body longer then a man ever has. I don’t mind you watching while I take my clothes off.” She said with a soft smile as she followed him into the other room.

Standing in the middle of the bright room, she surveyed the scene before her and felt her heart do a strange little flip. She could feel wetness gathering between her thighs and she squirmed slightly where she stood. She had to keep it together, this was a job and Signore was a professional!

Gabriella could feel the Signore’s eyes on her as she reached for the tie of her dress, gently unwrapped it from around her body and the folding it to place it safely out of the way. She stood there wearing her lacy pink undergarments, her nipples already pressing against the fabric in a way that made her blush.

Reaching behind her, she undid the snap of the bra, peeling it from her skin and letting her medium sized breasts bounce free. They were lightly tanned, caramel colored nipples standing at firm attentions beneath his gaze. They were the size of a berry, beaded tight and ready for a man’s teeth to close over the top of them.

Adding her bra to the pile, she bent and slide the pink panties down her long legs, kicking off her heels and adding the last of the garments to the pile. Standing before him completely nude, Gabriella had a slight smile on her face. Most men would have killed to be with her, but the Signore was showing amazing restraint. Usually the sight of the soft curls guarding her womanhood would incite lust that would have her tumbled back upon a mattress with her leg in the air.

 

[deilweg]

Leone watched as the beautiful girl before him shed her clothes one by one. The way she arranged them in a pile on the side table increased his curiosity about this girl more. He liked how she was so careful with her dress - tucking it away neatly. He surveyed her nude body:
He noticed how her gently curvy hips joined a beautiful pair of legs to her smooth belly. He looked at her legs, her thighs in particular and how they seemed to come together so wonderfully and hide the lovely treasure between her legs - showing only a tiny part of it with its curly hair for protection. A few beads of sweat gathered on a few strands of them, glistening in the brightness of the room. Her legs tapered down to her ankles, to her seemingly soft and pink feet and to her toes - toes that were gently curling when he looked at them. “Maybe they are shy?” he said and a smile broke on his face.

He broke his gaze just enough to notice her hands. A delicious pink colour seems to have gathered on the tips of her fingers. They twitched when it felt his gaze, or so it felt to him. His eyes moved up her hands, to her arms and shoulders and her neck. She swallowed and he noticed her throat move a bit. A thin silver necklace hung around her neck, tapering down to a locket in the shape of a heart wedged between her breasts. His eyes waited on the locket for a moment which rose and fell with her breasts as she took deep breaths - brought on by her nervousness for sure.

He followed the curves of her breasts to her erect nipples. “Perfect size” he thought to himself “enough to attenuate the woman in her and also to arouse any man looking at her”. He got an incredible urge to touch them and to feel them with his bare hands - but he resisted. “I am a professional” he thought.

Beads of sweat aroused him more than anything else, and his eyes always caught them wherever they are on a woman’s body. He found them again, hiding between her breasts and around her upper lips. He felt incredibly aroused, and was scared his erect cock pushing against his pants may give it away - he didn’t want her to be scared away.

“Signora! you are very beautiful!” he said. He didn’t wait for her acknowledgement and moved closer to her. He gazed deeply into her eyes while he put her hand around her neck and gently undid the necklace she was wearing. He reached for a little box on the table and dropped the necklace into it ever so kindly. He took her soft hands and removed the rings from them - stopping for a moment to look at her left ring finger. There were no rings. He then let her hair loose by unfastening the clip holding them in place. Her hair fell down, with a light bounce, on her shoulders. He put the clip in the box, closed it and put it away.

He took her by her hand and guided her to the bed. He prompted her to climb into it which she promptly did.

“Signora, lie down on the bed please?” he asked gently. She slid down the bed and rested her head on the bed. Leone took out the new pillows from the box, raised her head gently and slid it under. He rested her head softly on the pillows taking care to not tangle her curly chestnut hair. He then proceeded to take the blue silk like cloth from the box. He touched it between his fingers to check their smoothness. He stretched the cloth and curled it diagonally. Moving towards the far side of the bed where her head was, he tied one end of the cloth to the bedstead. He pulled on it to make sure the knots were strong. He then gently took her hand and rested it above her head on the pillow. He then took the free side of the cloth and tied it around her wrist. He again checked that the cloth is tightly wound around her wrist, but not enough to cause her pain. He proceeded to do the other hand the same way before moving towards the bed side were her legs were. He gently pulled apart her legs resting them on each side of the bed. He resisted looking between her legs, because he knew if he looked at it he will be tempted to do something she would find very unprofessional. He took the only iron like chain from his box and surveyed it to ensure they are not too rough. Since it was fake iron made of a smoother and gentler material, he was sure it will be fine. He fastened the chain to the bedpost on the left side and fastened the other end on her left leg ankles. He pulled at it gently to ensure the chain won’t come off.

“Signora, please do let me know if you find any of this painful” he said with a reassuring smile.

 

[heartofcourage]

Gabriella blushed at the compliment that he gave her, her toes curling into the carpet beneath her at the little thrill that shot through her. “Grazie, Signore.” She said with a soft smile as he came near to her, his hands reaching around her shoulders to take off her necklace.

His fingers were soft and gentle as he worked the rings off her fingers, placing them in the same box as her necklace. She noticed the way that he lingered over her ring finger and she smiled at him.

“I’ve never been married.” She said softly as the answer to his soundless question.

Then his hands were in her hair, unfastening the clip and shaking out her hair until it fell around her shoulders in a silky cloud. When she heard his direction to lie on the bed, Gabriella felt butterflies in her stomach as she lay down on the cool sheets, her head resting on the mattress. She knew that the picture her body made lying on the sheets was alluring and she tried to make herself as beautiful as she could to him.

The soft pillow beneath her head made her position more comfortable, a smile on her lips as he pulled out silk cloths, showing them to her before he began to bind her to the bed. She couldn’t help but squirm, a hot flash of desire coursing through her body and pooling between her thighs. She stared up at him, a sigh leaving her lips as she gently tested her bound wrists and smiled up at the Signore.

“I’m fine, Signore. It’s all a very new experience, so please excuse my nerves.”

 

[deilweg]

Leone took the pink satin sheet he had bought from the shop earlier and placed it across at the foot of the bed where her feet were resting. The chains jangled a little when Gabrielle moved her feet. The sheet was folded neatly before he took a corner of it and covered her feet to her thighs. He took her left leg with the chains gently from under the satin sheet and placed it on top of it. He asked her to let her right leg up so it bends at her right knee and her right foot was resting on the bed. The satin sheet lifted up with her right foot, receding from under her left foot and clinging on to her right knee until it just gave up and fell to the floor just about cover her ankle.

Leone then proceeded to clear he table near the bed where all her dress and the jewellery box where. He arranged it so that the box was half opened and the locket from the necklace hung out of it.

He then took her clothes away and walked over to a table in the corner of the bedroom away from the bed. He examined them one by one. He first took out the panties from the bunch and felt them under her fingers. He ran his fingers inside where her crotch and her pussy would have rested for a moment’s length and then kept it aside on the table. Next he took out the bra, felt his fingers inside the cups where her breasts would have been a few minutes ago. He had an urge to smell them both. He wanted to smell her pussy in the panties, but resisted. He always liked it when the smell of a woman’s cunt and her perfume came together. It was very intoxicating. He left the rest of the clothes, including the bra, on the table.

He then proceeded to take her panties and arrange it next to the jewellery box on the side table near the bedstead. Letting it half cover the box. He then took out the dried flower petals of various shades of red from his box and sprinkled them on the bed right next to her feet, taking care to not let any of them cover any part of her skin.

He stepped back to look at the scene, clearing the scene of any distractions. “Very close” he thought. “Signora, your Sticchiu” he paused for a moment “..private area, pussy” he said, taking care to not sound offending “ the hair on it. It needs to be trimmed a bit.” he paused to read her reaction. “I can do it to my liking if that is OK with you of course?”

 

[heartofcourage]

Gabriella continued to writhe in her bonds, letting him drape her with a satin sheet. It was slick against her skin, a shiver racing up her spine as he helped her to arrange her legs until the sheet feel around her ankles. Her thighs were slightly splayed, her pussy shown to him without shame. She wanted him to look. She wanted him to touch. She wanted to beg him, but she kept her wits about her. This was professional. She had to remain calm.

She could hear him behind her arraigning her clothing on a small table. Tilting her head upward, she spotted him touching her underwear, wondering if he’d bring them to his nose and take a deep breath of her musky scent. Gabriella sighed softly at the thought, her hips squirming on the bed as she tried to remain still and keep the position he’d put her in.

Then he was back, his words making her blush as he spoke about her pubic hair. She was never one to shave, but the very thought of him wanting to trim her had a flush of wetness gathering on her lips.

“If you believe it needs to be done, then I trust you, Signore.”

 

[deilweg]

He went to the table again and opened his draw. From inside he took a fresh pair of disposable razors, a small scissor and tiny glass cup. He proceeded to the side table by the bed and put down the razors and the scissors. He walked away from the bed with the cup in his hand and filled it with crystal clear water made lukewarm. He then took a small soft towel and the water and went back to the room. He then sat by her side on the bed.

“Lay back Signora, and relax.” he said with a gentle smile, “I promise you I won’t hurt you”

He then used the soft towel to gently touch and dry her pussy. He took the scissors in his right hand and with his left hand he proceeded to gently fluff out the hair on her pussy to be able to see it better. He pushed her right feet down with his left hand, softly.letting it rest on the bed, but ensured that her legs are wide open for him to see clearly between them. He then took the soft piece of cloth and proceeded to dry the crevices between her pussy and her thighs. With the scissors in the right hand he started to trim at the end of the tufts of hair - starting from the top of her cunt to down below nearer to her buttocks. He paused to examine his work - occasionally and to make sure it is trimmed to his requirement.

Once he was satisfied, he then took out a razor package, bit at the end of the package to open it up and took out the razor from inside. He dipped the razor in the water from the cup. He then dipped his left hand in the water and proceeded to wet the hair and the skin on her cunt lips. He took his time and gently and cautiously scratched the crevice between her right thigh and her cunt. He used his left fingers to hold her skin stretched while working with his right hand and the razor to remove the excess hair from that part.

Once complete he ran his left fingers on that part to see if it is glistening smooth. He then proceeded to the top of her cunt, right above her clit and touched it with his left hand dipped in water. He then used his razor to gently nibble at the hair there. He didn’t want to remove all of it because he still wanted to see the curls when he was painting. He just wanted to make it look very natural and so it doesn’t disturb the painter as well as the audience. He was an abstract artist, but when painting models he was excruciating in detail of the subject.

He did the same to the left side of her cunt and finished with a few more trims using scissors. He was satisfied and aroused from the smell of her warm cunt and the luscious perfume she was wearing. He badly wanted to touch her pussy. He wanted to flick her clit with his tongue and put his fingers into her when she was wet and warm there. He felt the sweat gather on the remaining hair on her cunt. He gently dabbed it dry with his towel. He was finished with that.

He then curled the little strands of hair from the razor to pull it out and then took it all out to the bathroom attached to the bedroom to dispose of the razor and the scissors.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He was incredibly horny, but didn’t want it to cloud his work - socialising comes later. He splashed cold water on her face and dabbed his face with the soft towel - the towel that he had used to dry her pussy. He realised it suddenly and after a short pause he took it close to his nose. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could still smell her cunt and her perfume.

 

[heartofcourage]

Gabriella took a deep breath to relax as the Signore came back and sat at her side. She knew he’d be gentle, his eyes focused on the task before him as he wiped her pussy clean with a soft towel. He pushed her leg to the side until she lay before him with her thighs splayed wide. He could see every part of her this way and it made her shiver with a heady delight.

She wanted to beg him to touch her, to feel his fingers in her wet folds, but she bit her lips, struggling to keep her hips still as he stroked over her pussy with the cloth. Then, he was trimming her with the scissors, a hand gently brushing over her to make sure that she was the way he wanted. Gabriella couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her lips at the touch of his hand against her skin.

She held very still as she felt the first rasp of the razor against her intimate skin. She sighed softly again when she felt his wet fingers stretching and plying the skin so near the rapidly extending clit. Oh, please let him touch it, she thought. Then he slide his fingers over her lips, feeling to make sure she was smooth and she writhed under his hand. He had to know how she felt and she blushed deeply with embarrassment.

Then she jerked when she felt his wet finger stroking over her clit, the razor back as he wiped away the hair that hid it from view. She was aroused, her chest rising and falling with rapid breath as he finished and cleaned up. He dabbed her with a towel again, the soft fabric torture against her headed skin.

When he left the bed, she let out a groan, her thighs snapping shut to rub together in delicious friction. Oh, if he was going to keep doing things like that to her, she surely would do something she’d regret.

 

[deilweg]

Leone went back to the bedroom. He arrange the canvas on its wooden stand in front of the bed facing Gabrielle. Her hands were tied, he hoped it didn’t cause her too much discomfort. He looked over to her legs and they were still in the position he wanted - except for that right leg which was supposed to be up but now is down and above the satin sheets. He walked towards it and rearranged it to be like before, with the satin sheet covering her to her ankles. As she lifted her leg up, he glanced over at her pussy - which was wet with her juices. The hair surrounding it wet as well. Her pale skin on her thighs was a contrast to the rush of blood that her cunt seems to have got. He had to correct that. He looked into her eyes and said “Signora, I am going to gently tap you on your inner thighs. I hope you don’t mind. This is to get the blood flowing to your legs so I can see the colours.”

He didn’t wait for her acknowledgement - he didn’t have to. He felt an incredible rush in his head - he was her master for a few hours now that she is at his mercy - unable to do anything.

He rubbed his hand softly on her inner thighs, close to her cunt. He lifted his hand up a bit and tapped on her thigh - first the left and the right. The blood was flowing into the parts he tapped, but he need a bit more. He slapped her thighs again - just a bit more harder. He felt her leg jerk a bit and a moan escaped her lips. He looked over at her lips, they were a little dry for his liking.

“Signora,” he said, the lust was making his voice shake “Your lips, they are becoming dry”. He didn’t have to ask for permission anymore - his head swimming with the feeling of power over her and the pleasure it was giving him. He moved closer to her head, her eyes were on him and his lips. He bent down and kissed her fully on her lips, sucking on her upper lip and then her lower lip. He straightened to look at her lips to see how wet they were. He couldn’t get over the softness of her lips - like touching a silken flower petal. He took his right thumb and caressed them gently, his eyes still gauging hers. He licked his lips just a tiny bit to make them wet. He bent down once again and kissed her fully again.

He straightened up and looked at her face - now blushing with red, her breathes quicker than before. He walked back to his canvas, and began outlining her - starting with red. Her lips were the first to be captured.

 

[heartofcourage]

Gabriella situated herself back into the position by the time he had returned. Her nipples had drawn tight and wetness had gathered on her pussy lips, giving her a wanton look. She felt incredibly beautiful tied to the bed and from the looks that the Signore was giving her, she knew that he saw her as beautiful too.

He fussed over her, gently rearranging her until her legs lay to the side, exposing her pussy to his view. When she heard his comment, she bit her lip and nodded her head, letting out a cry when he slapped her inner thighs. She jerked her legs and moaned deeply, knowing that she must have looked incredibly wanton and sensual. Her inner thighs now blazed red, making her look like she’d been well fucked and denied her ultimate goal. Gabriella felt her mouth go dry at the thought.

She could barely think as the Signore mentioned it and then was claiming her lips with hers. She whimpered as he kissed her with a passion that she hadn’t really known before. The way that he sucked on her lips had her shuddering, the soft flesh growing swollen and red as he reached out and caressed her with his thumb. She struggled to not lick the tip of his thumb, not knowing how he’s react. Then, his lips were back on hers, kissing her until she was breathless.

When he pulled away, she was panting, her lips flushed red and swollen from his kisses. He then walked to his canvas and began to work, leaving Gabriella burning with need.

 

[deilweg]

She was exactly how he wanted - like a woman wanting to be a submissive. A woman fully ready for her master to give her the pleasure she needs - almost ready to beg for his touch, his words, his love and his sex. He traced her whole body first, deciding on the position he wanted the portrait to be. “Turn your head to me” he said, this time without the formal “Signora’ in it. He surprised himself with that.

He traced her face the way she was right now. Her lips just about parted. Her eyes misted with lust and desire. He wanted tears - not of pain but of happiness, of craving, desire and lust for her master. He left that for later. He started putting in a base coating first across the subject’s body. He had to mix his colours right - that tone of the skin that is important for the painting and expression he is trying to achieve. His mix was coming up well and he waited to finish the base when he noticed something important was missing from it - he couldn’t quite figure out what. Keeping that nagging thought behind his mind, he went on to trace her eyes, her nose and her lips. He started filling in her face with details, small portions of differentials until he was happy with it.

He moved on to her neck and her shoulders. Which were easy for him considering his experience. It again hit him that something was missing.

He moved further down to her chest, and her beautiful breasts. He ran his eyes once more intently around her breasts and her nipples - they were a deep caramel in colour. He started mixing the colours, but he noticed they were not as erect as he wanted them to be.

As if anticipating his move, she perked her face up. He moved closer to her and stood there for a few seconds looking into her eyes. He put his fingers on her face and slowly traced them down to her neck. With the back of his hands he caressed her there and her shoulders. He lifted all but one finger of her skin and traced that finger down to the place between her breasts - pausing for a few seconds. He looked deep into her eyes. He moved his finger close to the bottom of her right breast and traced the shape of it with it. His finger slowly climbing up her breast until it hit the wonderful place surrounding her nipple which was erect, - but not enough.

He ran his finger in circles around it making sure he doesn’t touch the nipple. He wanted arousal, but not satisfaction for her - she can’t yet be satisfied for his painting will look fake. He kept tracing his finger around her nipple - without breaking his gaze into her eyes. It was erect now. He now needed some more colour on them. He got down on his knee, bent forward and took her nipple in his mouth, between his teeth. He was careful not to suck on it. He bit into it just a little. He waited for her to show a sign of arousal before biting in once again - just a tad more deeper. He did the same with the other nipple. He didn’t want to touch any other part of her body, lest she gets satisfied with his touch.

She shifted her position urging him to take the other nipple too - arching forward aching for more than that. He left her drenched once he was satisfied with the nipples. A quick slap on both her breasts brought the colour out again and he walked back to his canvas - working away on the details of her breasts.