Guest In Provence: Are You Sure?

Guest In Provence: Are you Sure About This?

This is a continuation of Guest in Provence and Another Guest in Provence. You don't have to read those, but it might help.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I volunteered."

"So you say, but still......."

Michaela's assistant had sent a new commission "inspiration" a few weeks earlier that I wasn't so sure about.

This seems iffy?

We wondered as well; client is quite sure, willing to pay extra.

Not sure I want to even for more.

Get back to us; we'll see if any models are interested.

Hoped that would be the end of it, but Lena was enthusiastic. Via zoom:

"Have you done this type of thing before?"

"No, why?"

"Because could be unendurable."

"If I can't handle it, you'll stop, yes? Girls say you're trustworthy."

"Without a second thought, but...."

German, tough, Betty Page bangs, long straight blond hair, she was exactly what the client wanted. Still....

If either I or Lena back out, will she still get paid?

Yet, Lena doesn't back off.

Worried what could go wrong, how to do this on my own.

We'll get you help.

They arrived on a cold autumn afternoon, Lena and her opposite roommate, Aoi. Short, two-tone black over red pixie cut, lithe, unserious, unconcerned.

"Done shibari and I'm stronger than I seem," throwing her roommate over a shoulder.

"I'm in good hands" blonde hair hanging over Lena's face.

"Say stop and we stop. Agreed?"

"Ya."

"Hai."

They arrived after sunset so rather than starting, fed them, wine, got to know each other. Lena was from a small, conservative town in Bavaria, rebelled, walked Milan runways by 18. Tall, muscular, serious with an infrequent, lovely laugh, green eyes, a little intimidating. Aoi, ripped in an armless tee, easy going, total opposite of a cute, diminutive Japanese stereotype.

They slept in my room while I lit the studio's wood stove, tossed, turned most of the night worried about things going wrong.

Between impressive bites of croissant, Aoi talked about being a yankii, the dragon tattoo peeking out above her collar proof. "Fashion school friend got me into modeling, did a bit of everything, recruited by creeps for weird shit but I hold my own, so no worries."

"No doubt, but you're here to make sure we don't break Lena."

Another big bite. "She's pretty hard to break."

"Let's not find out."

We talked through how we might do this, but Aoi was way ahead on methods, safety. Lena trusted her, so I did as well.

"Where's the stuff, big boy" rifling through studio closets, cases. Showed her how the winch worked, rafter suspension points, Lena warming herself at the stove, bemused.

"Comfortable?"

"I'm German, used to being cold."

Aoi didn't stop working but laughed "I'm not, make it warmer. Won't the image be better with her sweating anyway?" I fed wood until the studio windows fogged, diffusing the light.

"Never realized this could be a sauna."

"Then you a cold plunge in the stream? Sounds perfect."

"After we're done."

Aoi started her impeccable rope work, double rows of tan rope on ivory skin, muscular arms, pert breasts, hard nipples pushed forward by an intricate chest harness. Rigged to the winch, I cranked until Lena's lean body was floating about four feet in the air.

"How's that? Rope design good?"

"Good for me - Lena?"

"It's like flying."

Aoi smiled, looked at her friend. "It's gonna be so much more than flying."

I watched, made small corrections as Aoi executed. "I might have to hire you- you're much better than I am."

"That's because you don't know rope's both sides." Attaching rope to ankles, harness, Lena's high pony. "You need to get tied up more." Looking up at Lena "ok girl, now thing get interesting...." pulling Lena's head back hard, eliciting a groan, eyes wide.

"How far back?" looking over her shoulder at me.

"That's good, but can her head be both back and up?"

Aoi adjusted, forcing Lena's body to arch, toes down, head, up. "Like this?"

"Really good. Lena?"

"Oh..... yeah.... its.... ok.... keep.... mmmmpppphhh... going."

Aoi pressed a palm into the stomach suspended above, testing freedom. "You sure - it's only going to get more..... intense?"

"I'm sure... I think..."

"Ok, you asked for it...." smiling, making incremental adjustments, ankles pulled further and further apart, back arch tighter, until Lean splayed into an intense aerial spread eagle, sounds coming from her transforming from deep breathes to shallow, words to grunts, stillness to shudders.

"Ah.... ah...... ah..... scheiße....."

Next to me, admiring her work, Aoi asked "Good enough? Continue?"

"Lena?"

"Stop asking..... fuck.... I'll tell you to stop if I need.... let me.... fuuuuck... concentrate...."

"You heard her - you take the top, I'll do the bottom."

Bowing "sensei."

Two sticks, ended with dildos, one into mouth, one impaling from below, creating the illusion of a line straight through Lena.

"Angle yours higher, a little more.... perfect. Watch her carefully, make sure she can breath."

Lena extended, legs apart, toes pointed, bent, skewered from both ends, I worked quickly, changing viewpoints, front, side, lower, higher, finding the perfect angle. Barely conscious of a groaning, sweating figure or poles reset when dislodged by shuddering, convulsing muscles. Didn't notice Aoi looking over my shoulder, watching lines appear, sheets of paper thrown aside, charcoal scratching across virgin white surfaces.

"I think she needs a break..." looking up to see tears in eyes, body shaking involuntarily, breath faster and faster. Dropping the pad, we moved quickly, removed props, released ankles, lowered Lena to a waiting blanket, enveloping her with fabric, four arms.

"That was... intense" sitting in the tub later with Aoi, who was rubbing her back.

"You're ok though?"

"Surprisingly, yes. Did you get what you need?"

"It could be enough."

"But?"

"No buts."

"Yes, but?"

"It's hard to capture it all from one angle, and I do think a few changes might make it more interesting."

Silence, thinking, water lapping against skin, Aoi's wet hands rubbing Lena's shoulders.

"Let me sleep on it."

I offered to take them to town but they preferred staying in. I built the fire again, the two of them using the studio sauna, cold plunging in the stream. "Join us."

"Someone has to cook." Dinner conversation was chatter about nothing in particular, long pauses. After an extended one "How did it look?"

"I can show you sketches."

"No, I don't want to see until its done. But how did I look?"

"Amazing."

"Wanna see?" Aoi showing her phone.

"When did you take pictures?"

"While you were sketching and she was tied up."

"Oh my god, that's....." a long body bent, pulled, shuddering, the videos adding a soundtrack of struggle, suffering. I couldn't tell what either of them were thinking.

After a while "so cool....", laughing.

Alone in the studio trying to sleep, all I could think about was how to improve the image.

....

"Ok, what do you want different today?"

"Are you sure? We could take the day off, the two of you wandering, around town."

"I'm afraid if we stop, I'll be afraid to start again."

Aoi jumped in "I could model if you'd prefer."

"No, the client was clear about body type. It's me or nothing."

We talked, planned. Aoi make rigging changes while Lena relaxed, waited for the right light. This time Lena's arms were unconstrained by the chest harness, arms and legs both splayed. I wanted to the poles straight up, down, meaning Lena had to be rotated back. I showed a sketch, Lena nodded, Aoi worked.

"Can I ask something?"

"Sure."

"Did you have enough time to sketch yesterday?"

"Sure."

"Really?" disbelieving.

"Longer is always better, but it was enough. Don't want you to be in pain any longer than necessary."

"There was more than pain. Aoi told me last night about holding poses longer with other types of stimulation - we came up with a plan if you're ok."

Aoi's wicked smile reappeared.

"And the plan is?"

"Trust us?"

"I guess."

"You'll see."

Aoi had figured out a way to attach ropes to the winch so she could tighten, release them all at once. Hung again, at first Lena seemed to enjoy the being splayed in the air. "It's even more like flying."

The position required a pole to the middle of the back to counter the pull on arms, legs. As Aoi tightened, flying gave way to something more like being stretched on a rack.

"Holy fuck.... pleasssssseee..... mmmmmmmmmm........ let me...... get....... used.... to this.... uuummpppphhhh....."

"Stop?"

"No...... fuuuuuuuccccckkkkk.... its ok.... wow..."

The biggest change was not head pulled back by a rope between teeth rather than by ponytail so long blonde hair hung down, swinging back forth as Lena shook, shuddered, groaned. The surprise was Aoi keeping hold the pole violating Lena from below.

Sounds emanating from a partially gagged mouth as Aoi worked her roommates pussy. "Hmmmm.... ooooooohhhhhh...... fffffffffccccccckkkkk...... aaaaaaaaarrrrgggg...." wet sounds of excitement mixing with hair whipping back and forth, dripping sweat.

It was hard to concentrate on drawing between what was above me, Aoi clearly trying to distract both of us, looking at me for approval, reaction.

"This is how your convinced her to handle more time?"

Looking at me "do you like?" Looking at Lena "Hmmmm? You too, don't you - you slut? Oh, you like it when I call you that? Do you? How about when I do this" withdrawing slowly,, slowly out, in, out, jamming home.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh...... mmmmmmmmmpppppphhhh..... pllllsssss....."

"Again?" pleading in Lena's eyes, rolling back as she shuddered from another deep, rough intrusion.

"I can do this all day, you know...." a hard push, shudder strong enough to shake the room "Can you? Yes? Lets keep going...." the scent of orgasm filling the room.

The shapes of Lena's body as it moved, shuddered were inspiring, hard but not impossible to capture in charcoal.

Over dinner, Lena wanted to know if things went better.

"It was amazing."

"Are we done?"

"That's up to you."

"You have more ideas?"

"Maybe, but I want to sleep on it. Not sure I like them or not."

The third night of little sleep was interrupted over and over by an image I wasn't sure how to feel about. Finally dozing off, I realized I was no longer alone, a warm body on top of me.

"I really enjoyed doing that to Lena, but she got to cum and I didn't. Do you mind?" a hand checking hardness. "Good," directing me into her wetness.

"Fuck, ok, this is what I need. Lie there, I'll do the work..." lifting, grinding hard, strong hands pushing off my chest, small breasts with tiny hard nipples shaking up, down, ever so slightly. Any time I tried to respond, she'd stop.

"I told you, don't move" leaning back, grabbing ankles, sliding onto, then off me. She was wet, tight, sweet smelling. I was lost in sensation when muscles clenched so hard that I couldn't move if I'd tried, her body shaking, mouth open toward ceiling, no sound coming out.

She leaned down, kissed hard with soft lips, muscular tongue swirling deep down my throat. "Now tell me, what's the terrible idea you have? C'mon, how much more perverted can it be than what happened today? Anyway...." tightening her muscles around the hard cock insider her "I can torture you like this" starting to slide again "all night if I have to..." laughing.

From below, the red hair underneath her two tone cut was showing itself, making her look on fire, dangerous, capable of anything. "Perhaps this will work better", sliding off, sucking me into her mouth, strong tongue worked the bottom of my cock, lips sliding up, down.

"I don't think..... oh fuck.... I can talk when you're doing that.... fuck..." sharp teeth lightly brushing, bearing down.

"You will regret it if you don't tell me...." another chew.

"Fuck, ok, just don't do.... oh god..." as she went back to swirling her tongue "fine..... what if... hmmmm.... instead of you using a...... that feels sooo gooooood... stick, it was your hand inside her.... oh god..." She sped up, took me deeper into her mouth "and we did a second sketch with.... like that... yes, just.... like.... you sitting on her..... you keep doing that, I' gonna.... fuck, sitting on her face, your arms tied above you so.... oh my god.... so you're the vertical line... fuckkkkkkk, I'mmmm..........."

Both done, she'd snuggled, head on my shoulder.

"I could go for that idea. Let's ask in the morning. Abd by the way, you taste good, though I'm sure you taste better with me on you."

Lena was enthusiastic but needed a day off. I lent the two of them a car, gave suggestions where to eat, what to see. I worked, sent the idea to Michaela, making sure we weren't straying too far from the original request.

Client is thrilled. Will double commission to both you and the girls if they get both the original idea and your reinterpretation.

....

"This will be trickier, take two separate setups. First like yesterday, the other closer to the floor so I'm sitting on her face closer to the ground."

"But it's doable?"

"Got it all worked out."

The first pose was familiar. Aoi was short enough that we didn't have to raise Lena any higher than before. Didn't rig the upper pole, partly because it would be seen in this image, partly because we wanted to hear Lena's reaction.

Neither she nor Aoi disappointed.

Aoi started with two fingers, thumb over clit. She'd push, rub, grind, pull out forcing Lena to push down, clearly enjoying torturing her roommate. It was hot in the studio, strenuous work so Aoi sweated through, finally took off her clothing.

"That's cool. Ok with me sketching you too?"

"Of course stupid - now shut up and let me work."

This was working out very well, but something wasn't quite right. I realized that Aoi's arm muscles weren't elongated, straight enough.

"May I reposition you?" stepping toward Aoi, the smell of Lena's orgasms overwhelming that close

"Go ahead."

I placed a hand into Aoi's hair, slowly pulling, lower her arm in front of her. Another of her fiendish smiles "I like it, but I'll never be present enough to stay this way. Tie me." Wrapping hemp, into her hair, looped the rope between legs, connected it to her wrist.

Lifting head up, down, forcing the rope to rub across, between her lips. "Hmmm, that's an added benefit..."

It was hard to concentrate, both of them sweating, moaning, cumming together.

"Not sure I should be paid for this."

After a lunch, we moved to the final pose.

"I was thinking of using the ladder to support my me, but after what you did this morning, I think I'd rather be hung by the arms, straight up and down as the pole."

"That works for me. What about your legs?"

"Hadn't thought about that. What about...".

Lena's legs were stretched out behind her on the floor, ankles roped to the winch's base, head pulled back by rope, arms up, behind her. Aoi, hung by wrists just high enough to place her on Lena's face, knees bent, ankles tied tightly to thighs. I ran rope between her teeth as well, forcing her head back, up towards the ceiling.

"Gotta make sure the lines of your body are right" Aoi looking back at me, knowing better.

To keep my point of view right, I sketched on the floor, my back, allowing me to see Lena's lips, tongue, struggling around rope, finding wetness above her, Aoi grinding down as best as she could.

"You're not straight enough, too high off her mouth." I hung weights to Aoi's knees, pulling her down. "How's this?" Deep breathes, groans from both.

"Fffffcccccccc..... mmmmmmppppphhhhhhh...... ooooooooooooooo......"

"Much better" lying down again to sketch them struggling, shaking. I didn't want to stop watching but knew it was past time, began removing Aoi's rope gag, the weights.

"Ahhhh, yes..... fuuucccckkk....." shaking hair back, forth. "Stop, no more untying yet. We had another idea, didn't we Lena?" Lena, as best as she could shook her head up down.

"What now?"

"You're going to fuck Lena?"

"Excuse me?"

"She's prone - make it work."

Knees on either side of thighs, I found her dripping, fingers lubricating, directing cock into incredible tightness due to the position. A few thrusts, burying myself, Aoi looking down, Lena grunting between licks. Sliding in, out with a steady pace, steadying myself with the rope holding Lena's head back, I took a fistful of blonde hair, controlling the head between suspended thighs.

"Fuuuuuuccccckkkk..... yyyyessss.... that's good.... do that again...." timing thrusts with pushes, a furious mess of sounds, sweat, smells of sex.

"God...... keep moving that tongue girl...... keep fucking her....... I'm gonna..... fuck yes.... gonna..., all of us, at once, Lena convulsing, penetrated, head between Aoi's legs, who was leaning back against the ropes suspending her.

It took a while to untangle everything, bringing Aoi down first, then Lena.

"Did you get what you need?"

"More than I expected" all of us laughing.

......

They left the next day. It took almost a month to finish both commissions. Some of my best work that I figured almost no one would ever see.

Responding to jpegs, both texted amazing!!!

The client was happy, Michaela was very happy, both girls got big bonuses.

A few weeks later, there was something in my dropbox. Wary at first, figured out it was from Aoi, downloaded it.

Hey there. Thanks again - that was great. We'd work with you again anytime. Here's a little treat.

From both of their faces, it faded to black, and then to the three of us, Aoi in the air, Lena bent, me behind her. Overdubbed I couldn't not video it. Lena wasn't sure we should share it, but how could we not? Enjoy. Until the next time.