The housekeeper that woke them in the morning wasn’t the least bit disturbed to find the mistress of the house in bed with another woman. Fia supposed that was the least strange thing about working in this modern day seraglio.
Fia was allowed to shower in the mistress’s bathroom. Again, no clothes were offered to her. When Solange was ready she put Fia’s collar back on, attached the leash, and brought her slave down to the dining room where Adrien waited for them. Breakfast was already laid out. He rose and greeted his partner (wife?) with a kiss and they immediately set to chatting about the day’s plans and what they needed to do at the office.
Solange indicated Fia to sit next to her. The leash went to the hook. It was largely ceremonial because Fia could have freed herself at any point.
She didn’t want to.
Solange and Adrien were already dressed for the day in business suits. Fia wore nothing as befit her position.
“Before we leave for the day, I need to give Bianca some instructions on her project,” Solange said to Adrien. He just nodded and continued to read an article on his tablet while finishing his coffee.
Taking up Fia’s leash, Solange led the slave back to the artist’s studio in the basement. “I expect you to get started today. Matthew will be available to assist you in any way you need: supplies, models, inspiration, whatever.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Let me show you the type of portrait I want. I’ve had Matthew take some reference photos already.”
She removed a booklet of large photographs from a shelf near the easel where Fia was expected to work.
Fia was shocked at what she saw. She shouldn’t have been. She had seen more explicit images in her life, but to see Solange at the center of them was disconcerting…and arousing.
The photos featured Solange at their center. In every one she had a haughty expression and was seated on a large chair. She wasn’t naked but her breasts were bared, emphasized by a corset-like garment. As far as Fia could tell, it was the only thing the woman was wearing. There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures.
She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female.
Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”
“Empress of a harem?” asked Fia.
“Exactly. And you won’t be doing just one painting. You’ll be doing two.”
“Why two?”
“One for my private collection. One to display for my…clients and business associates. Put me in a suit for that one. Change the slaves to bank employees surrounding me, but make them mirror each other.”
“I…understand.”
Solange caught Fia by the chin. The artist had been staring at the photos, thinking and planning. “You think that I’m twisted. Sick. Perverted. Kinky.”
“No, Mistress.”
Solange laughed at her. “Why not? I am all those things.”
“I couldn’t think that of my owner.”
A frown crossed Solange’s face. “You should think of me that way.”
“Yes. I will now.”
Solange laughed. “Can I expect at least a preliminary sketch by the end of the day?”
“Yes.”
“Two sketches, one private and one public.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“If you need models for better visual references just call Matthew.” She indicated an intercom mounted on the wall. “He’ll be sure to check in on you during the day as well.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you have everything you need?”
Fia looked over the supplies. She had everything she needed and more. What Solange had purchased in anticipation of the work was more than twice the amount of materials in Fia’s apartment.
“Yes. This is more than sufficient.”
“One more thing…” Solange went to a cabinet.
Fia’s breath caught in her chest when she saw that Solange removed a riding crop.
“Turn around and bend over the table.”
She didn’t want to, but Fia obeyed. Her ass was on display.
The sharp impact of the crop only landed on her four times.
“Just a reminder of your place. Your ass is beautiful when it’s marked in red. I think you’ll have some trouble sitting down today. Best you do your work standing up.”
The way her ass was burning, Fia knew she wouldn’t be sitting down anytime soon.
She got to work.
The days that followed were some of the most intense work that Fia had ever done. The strange thing—and there were many strange things in her life now—was that she was working hard and she knew she wasn’t going to get paid for the paintings she was doing.
Solange approved the initial sketches on the evening of the first day. She was rewarded by Adrien fucking her in the ass under Solange’s direct supervision. Fia came hard when Adrien’s cock was still in her ass and Solange was rubbing her clit.
Adrien didn’t seem the least bit upset when Solange had Fia in her bed that second night. She wondered where Adrien was spending the night, but she didn’t dare ask.
Fia threw herself fully into the work. The canvas that Solange had chosen was huge, six feet by four.Matthew was in charge of bringing in posing models for light and position references. Fia had worked with live models before. They didn’t question the fact the painter was as naked as they were. Some of them, male and female, tempted her but she focused on her work even as the models engaged in surreptitious sex play.
She didn’t need to have sex at work. She was getting plenty of sex every evening. Sometimes with Solange. Sometimes with Adrien. Sometimes with both of them. Fia was a frequent bed mate with Solange, but just as often she was forced to spend the night locked in her private bedroom. She knew that Adrien was often Solange’s guest those nights, but some nights Solange slept alone. Fia couldn’t figure her out at all.
The most difficult part of the project wasn’t getting the models to pose correctly, or finding the look and feel that Solange wanted, or working naked, or spending her entire day painting and planning and working, or even being forced to have sex—which she wanted to do—every evening and many mornings. No, the most difficult part was waiting for the oil paints to dry.
It generally took twenty four hours for the paint to dry, much slower than latex or acrylic, but the results were better. The whole thing couldn’t be done at once, which was fine because it seemed like with each addition of paint the final product was slowly emerging. It gave Fia time to reflect and refine what she wanted. Fia was lucky that she could switch back and forth between the two paintings but even that was frustrating.
Every morning Solange would discipline her. Fia’s owner would escort her to the studio, give a bit of critique on the progress of the painting, and then strike her several times with a cane or crop. It started on Fia’s bottom and thighs but eventually spread to her breasts and stomach.
Fia endured the punishment in silence. She started to wear the red marks and stripes with pride. No one ever commented on them. Not Matthew. Not the house staff. Not the models.
It was more than a little strange.
As the painting neared completion Fia sensed that the punishments were meted out as a matter of course and not because Solange was unhappy with the progress Fia had made. It was obvious that Solange loved abusing her slave, making her suffer, and then inviting her into bed that night to make it up to her.
As much as she hated to admit it, Fia liked how Solange was treating her. The compliments for the painting, the torture that followed and proceeded, it was mindbending. It wasn’t something she wanted, but she loved it regardless.
It had been just over a month since Solange had taken her from George. Fia didn’t miss her old life at all. Solange took her to bed. They were both naked, which was unusual because Solange always insisted on wearing some bit of clothing to prove she was in charge in bed and everywhere else.
“I want to make love to you tonight,” said Solange.
“You make love to me every night.” That was stretching the truth, but Fia wanted to be generous.
“Not like this, not before.” She rolled on top of Fia and kissed her. Their breasts were mashed together and Fia could feel the heat of Solange’s pussy against her thigh. “Wait here,” Solange said and grabbed the leash that always seemed to be at hand, clipped it to Fia’s collar and then attached the other end to a hook on the bed. Fia’s hands weren’t bound. She could easily have freed herself, but she knew the rules and liked playing this game. Fia watched as Solange slipped from the bed and went to the cabinet where she kept her sex toys, paddles, and canes.
Fia waited patiently. She had learned greater patience during her time with Solange. Maybe it was because she was now a slave to Solange. Maybe it was because she was maturing. Maybe it was because she was desiring new things in her life. Maybe it was because she was pleased at Solange’s reaction to her paintings.
She didn’t want to admit to herself that she was in love with Solange.
Fia occupied herself with idly rubbing her pussy, focusing on her clit, staring at the ceiling, wanting to be surprised at what her mistress brought to the bed.
She had gotten used to being used by Solange and Adrien. She especially liked it when she was on her hands and knees, eating Solange’s pussy while Adrien fucked her from behind.
That wasn’t going to happen tonight because Adrien wasn’t around.
When Solange did climb back on the bed, Fia was surprised despite everything that she had done and what she had conditioned herself to expect.
It would have been delightful if Solange had brought a new paddle or flogger to bed, or a vibrator or some other exotic toy. But Solange only returned with two simple items that worked together. She had a harness strapped around her hips. To the harness she had attached a rather large dildo.
Fia licked her lips in anticipation. She knew what her owner wanted.
At least, she thought she did.
“You want to fuck me like a man?”
Solange laughed at her. “No. I want to fuck you like a woman.”
Fia was delighted when her owner then kissed her…and then insistently moved her around on the bed so she was on her back, legs spread. The leash was long enough to allow for this movement. Naturally Fia complied and helped. She fully expected Solange to get into position and start fucking her. She would have been happy and thrilled with that.
Instead Solange kissed her again, and then kissed both of Fia’s breasts, and then worked her way down Fia’s tummy. It took her a second to understand what Solange intended.
Fia loved to have her pussy eaten, but hadn’t had much of that since becoming the other woman’s slave because Solange preferred her pussy to be eaten. Adrien was the only one putting tongue to Fia’s clit.
She groaned loudly as Solange teased her clit and then parted Fia’s lips with her tongue, tasting her before entirely focusing on Fia’s pleasure.
Solange knew how to eat pussy, a talent Fia was happy to experience. She wondered why her mistress had waited so long for this. She wanted to grab the other woman’s head and focus her face where she would get the most pleasure, but that seemed uncommonly rude so Fia just clutched the sheets and allowed Solange to do with her as she pleased.
The older woman was talented, or maybe Fia had pent up desire, or maybe it was because her owner was showing her a bit of actual affection, but Fia had no trouble cumming under the assault of Solange’s tongue. Her body vibrated with pleasure as she came. Solange sucked on Fia’s little clit as her amrita flowed freely, wetting the older woman’s face.
The moment Fia was done cumming, Solange pulled back, crawled up Fia’s body, and kissed her. Fia tasted her pussy on Solange’s lips. That drove her wild. She couldn’t imagine why Solange would debase herself to eat her slave’s pussy, but she wasn’t going to complain.
Unable to help herself, Fia reached down between their bodies and found the unnatural phallus Solange was wielding. It was large, but maybe not the largest cock—real or fake—that Fia had ever held…or had inside her body. She again wondered why her owner had performed cunnilingus on her. She had been wet enough for penetration before that. Just the anticipation had been enough.
It was Fia who fitted the cock head between her lips so that Solange could push forward and fill up the redheaded slave’s pussy with her cock.
Fia moaned loudly in appreciation of how her mistress used her. Boldly taking the initiative, Fia kissed Solange who kissed back, pushing her tongue into the slave’s mouth.
It was obvious that Solange had used a strapon before. She easily fell into the rhythm of how a man fucked a woman. Fia couldn’t imagine how her mistress was getting any pleasure from this sort of thing, but the sensations were strong enough that she wasn’t bothered by that thought for very long. She pointed her knees at the ceiling and allowed her owner to use her as was Solange’s right.
Fia came again quickly. Her body was always primed for sex and orgasms now.
“Thank you,” she said when she came back to herself. “What did I do to deserve this?”
Solange laughed at her. “Don’t be so quick to thank me,” she said. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She pulled back from Fia, letting the dildo slip free of Fia’s pussy. She was embarrassed at how wet she had gotten. She could feel a puddle underneath her ass.
“What are you going to do?”
Solange didn’t answer her and instead grabbed a pillow, shoving it under Fia’s ass. At first the slave thought that was to avoid the wetness, but then she realized what her owner was doing.
“Oh no!” Fia blurted out.
“Oh yes,” laughed Solange. “I own you. I get to use you however I want.”
Fia nodded, understanding. She couldn’t fully move her head because of her collar and leash. Keeping Fia’s legs spread wide and her ass tilted upward, Solange took the dildo in hand and fitted it between Fia’s buttocks, looking for her back entrance.
“Are you wet enough?” asked Solange.
Fia considered the question. She could feel her amrita that had run down her ass and Solange’s cock was wet with her juices. “Try it,” she agreed.
Solange pressed against her slave’s pucked anus. Fia relaxed and wanted to let her in, but it wasn’t enough. After a minute Solange relented and grabbed some lube at the bedside, greasing her cock and Fia’s ass.
On the second attempt Solange had success, pushing into Fia’s ass, opening her up. Fia moaned as she was filled. It was almost too much. Almost. She wanted her owner to use her and put her in her place.
It hurt a bit at first and Solange went slowly. Fia enjoyed having her ass fucked nearly as much as she liked taking it in the pussy. Unable to help herself, Fia’s hand went down to her pussy and rubbed her clit in time with Solange’s thrusting.
“You moan so beautifully,” Solange told her slave.
Fia hadn’t been aware that she was moaning. She couldn't reply at all. Between her ass and her pussy she was far too blissed out. She only wished that Adrien was there to shove his cock down her throat.
It didn’t take long at all for Solange to make her slave cum again. Fia was embarrassed at the sound she made when she came but Solange wasn’t put off in the least. She finished fucking her slave with a kiss and a gentle withdrawal of the strapon cock.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Fia repeated over and over.
Solange laughed lightly and loosened the straps of her harness, letting the device slip down her legs before she tossed it aside, off the bed and on the floor. “You’re just saying that because I made you cum.”
Fia shook her head as Solange cuddled up to her with a kiss.
“No, no. I mean it. Thank you for making me cum. I love you.”
Solange pulled back and looked askance at her slave. “Don’t say such things,” she admonished the redhead.
Fia realized what she had said and blushed fiercely. While it was true she was ashamed she had said it aloud.
“I’m sorry,” Fia apologized.
Solange frowned and thought for a moment. “You don’t actually mean that, do you?”
Fia looked away and felt the leash tugging at her collar. “I think I do love you,” she finally admitted.
“It just the sex and your newness to slavery.”
Fia nodded. “You’re probably right.”
“Before he sold you to me, George was certain that you loved him as well. Have you changed so much in a month?”
It had been days—weeks?—since she had thought about George. “People change.”
“Do you truly love me?” Solange pressed.
“I…I…I think so. Yes. I love you.”
“You’ll need to prove your love to me.”
“How?” Fia asked the question quickly with the full intention of doing whatever Solange asked of her.
“You didn’t accept George’s tattoo. Will you accept mine?”
Fia didn’t have to give a moment’s thought to her answer, which scared her. “Yes.”
What was wrong with her? Before she hadn’t wanted a simple small tattoo showing she belonged to George and now she was happily accepting the offer from a woman she barely knew. A woman who owned her.
Solange accepted her answer with a single nod. “Good.” She pointed to the harness on the floor. “Put that on. I’ll be back in a minute.”
The older woman slipped from the bed and walked out of the bedroom naked.
Fia had to release herself from the leash to reach the harness, but she knew she had permission. It took her a few minutes to figure out how to put on the device and properly adjust it to her hips which were narrower than Solange’s. She was just getting satisfied with the fit when Solange reappeared through the bedroom door.
Following in her wake was Adrien.
He was dressed, which set up an odd dynamic for the room since the women were naked but Solange quickly addressed that issue.
“Strip. Get on the bed.”
Adrien didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly undressed and got on the bed followed by Solange who handed him the bottle of lube.
Fia was no fool. She knew what Solange was planning. She would do whatever her owner, her mistress, wanted.
Solange didn’t even need to give Fia instructions. Silently Fia got into position behind Adrien as he was down on his hands and knees.
It was Solange who guided the dildo into Adrien’s asshole. Only when she was holding onto the man’s hips did she notice the tattoo on his left buttock. It was small and unobtrusive, but once she saw, she couldn’t not see. It was the name of her mistress in an elaborate script.
Fia froze. While she had been fucked by Adrien many times in the past month, she couldn’t remember one time when she had seen his naked ass. Certainly she had never seen the tattoo before.
Was Adrien Solange’s slave? Had he been her slave? Were they married? She wasn’t sure of their relationship but it was definitely a partnership of some sort.
While Fia was frozen in place Solange took the fake cock in her hand and lined it up against Adrien’s asshole making sure it had plenty of lube on it. When Fia didn’t move, her mistress spoke sharply.
“Put it in him!”
Shaking herself back to reality, Fia saw what was expected of her and pushed forward with her hips.
It felt wrong. The motion wasn’t right. Fia had had plenty of sex, but doing it as a man felt wrong…off…incorrect…a violation of norms.
It was still fascinating to see her fake cock disappear up Adrien’s ass.
“Fuck,” he moaned. Fia proceeded to grind her hips back and forth.
After a minute of thrusting, Fia was exhausted. There was some physical enjoyment of the act, but she wasn’t getting much pleasure in pegging Adrien.
Solange didn’t care. She was kneeling next to them, watching closely. Her hand was pumping up and down on Adrien’s hard cock. She wasn’t moving it in time with Fia’s thrusting, but almost urgently.
“You need to cum,” said Solange.
Fia knew the older woman wasn't speaking to her.
“Uh-huh,” Adrien grunted.
Fia remained silent, abusing the man’s ass.
“You have one minute or you know the punishment,” Solange said.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Adrien agreed. It only took a few more thrusts before he groaned loudly and deeply. His body shook. Solange laughed.
“Good job,” she told her slave.
“Thank you,” said Fia, uncertain what to do next.
“Go to your room, Bianca. I’ll have use of you in the morning.”
Fia stripped off the harness and left as quickly as she dared.
The next morning Fia was putting the finishing touches on Solange’s paintings. She was alone in the studio. She had been fed breakfast in her room; she hadn’t seen Solange or Adrien at all. That wasn’t unusual, but she had been expecting to see her mistress.
She missed the other woman and wanted to prove that she did love her.
The paintings were essentially done. There were just a few touch ups needed. No models were needed. Just her own skills. She liked how they had turned out.
The public one Solange said would be placed in her office where she was the president or CEO or someone important. Everyone would see it. Maybe Fia would get some work based on it.
The private one was erotic and graphic and had content that was beneath her skill.
She was prouder of the private painting. Solange said it would go in one of the rooms of the house for her guests to see.
That excited Fia.
The door to the studio opened. Fia turned around to see Solange accompanied by a woman with hair dyed an outrageous pink and green. She had several visible facial piercings.
“Bianca, please meet Trixie. She’ll be doing your tattoo.”