Interactive Story - Career Change
Choice 7
by The Traveling Master
A – The weird arousal was getting to me and seeing him shirtless wasn’t going unnoticed down between my legs. Not to mention that I was still a little hazy from my earlier orgasm. It may be the spell, but something about him truly calls to me in an erotic way. Something that didn’t scare me at all. What was it I wonder
I still had my hands on his shoulders as his eyes drifted and admired my new attire. I couldn’t deny that the attention was making me think about how incredible our night had been. Flashes of our fuck on the sofa made my cheeks burn as I remembered just how intense the journey to our mutual release had been.
My growing arousal made me vividly aware of the strength I felt beneath my finger tips. If this situation were anywhere near normal, finding him topless in his studio after such a night would have made me want to come over and seductively straddle him… Kiss him…
Feel his lust for me grow as my crotch gently pressed forward…
However, this situation was anything BUT normal! I clearly felt the attraction growing between us, but somewhere deep within my mind, there was this little voice that tried to remind me that he had taken me. Claimed me as his wife…
The thought both scared and aroused me.
But as I felt his lustful eyes roam my body, the little voice slowly died away as my own arousal seemed to rise to match. I started to ignore the parts of myself that wanted to resist what was happening to me and the more I did, the more I started to feel something…
It wasn’t my own lust because I could clearly feel my desires as I took in his muscular frame. No… What I felt wasn’t at all based on my own carnal appreciation of the talented man before me.
No… It was… Something more…
It was hazy… Like a dream I couldn’t remember… A dream that left you with ideas… Thoughts… Feelings… Images so foggy that if you concentrate on them too much, they shift and change as they get polluted by your thoughts and musings. Trying to understand them only made them less...
Understandable…
But if you just let yourself feel them… If you let yourself float around in them… They stay and keep giving you that extended feeling… That notion that you know exactly what they are without actively understanding exactly what they truly represent.
It was so confusing… But it was there…
I could feel like… Like his eyes were speaking to me… Like I could FEEL his lust for me… And if I didn’t concentrate too much on it… I… I felt like I could get a sense of what it was.
The first thought I had was that I was somehow feeling his lust for me. Not just in the usual way where you see the lust in his eyes or the tent in his pants. No… This felt different… Like I was sensing his thoughts… His desires…
Was this the spell? Probably…
I got a sense that he really enjoyed the outfit he had made me wear. Like… Like it went well with some of his preferences… His fantasies…
Oh god… Was this spell going to make me FEEL what he would like? Part of me found that incredible arousing… Part of me also tried to remind myself that it was all to help sculpt me into his view of a perfect wife.
I pushed off him and took a step back, enjoying his eyes as he watched me. I placed my hands sweetly behind my back and did my best to pose for him while I tried to let my mind bask in the strange feeling I seemed to be getting from him.
As his eyes came up to my own, I realized that I was somewhat right. Unless this was all my lust fuelled imagination, I really WAS getting a feel for what he was thinking about. I got another hazy wave of sensations that indicated that he really did find this simple outfit incredibly attractive.
“You know…” I said as I looked at him. “As comfortable as this outfit is, I have a whole selection of Saturday comfort wear in my wardrobe. If you want, I can go and see if there is one you would like a little more?”
My tone was somewhere between out right flirtatious and friendly chat. I couldn’t help my arousal and it showed in my voice. I wasn’t completely sure if I wanted things to evolve sexually, but I had to admit that I wasn’t against the idea.
He smiled.
Was it because I wasn’t trying to fight or ask him a thousand questions about my situation? Or was it because he loved my idea…
“What you are wearing is perfectly fine Honey.” He said.
I smiled.
“Your eyes certainly told me as much…” I said coyly.
His eyes brightened and I got another hazy wave of lust…
“Well… I’m pretty sure anything you decide to wear would make my eyes tell you the same thing.”
I blushed as I looked at some of the graphic depictions I saw around me. Most of them had incredibly alluring and round figures. Which made me realize that I didn’t look anything like them. My frame was rather slim and since I worked out a few times a week, I didn’t have an ounce of fat on me.
My tits were slightly smaller than average and I had no ass to speak off. As for the women I saw on his canvases, they all seemed to have large perky breasts that went extremely well with their round hourglass hips and butts.
He obviously likes a woman with curves, so why did he lust for me so much?
“So you say…” I said as I took a few steps to stand next to one of his naked beauties. “But something tells differently…”
I leaned carefully on one of his more well-defined canvases and smiled at him.
“A girl could easily feel self-conscious among all these ladies…”
He chuckled.
His soft laugh made me realize just how flirtatious I was getting. Was I really sure I wanted to push things there? It certainly felt better than panicking… Which reminds me… It was a little amazing to feel this calm while also knowing how wrong it was.
“That’s certainly not the goal.” He said. “Besides… You don’t need to feel self conscious Honey. You have a wondrous body… Or hasn’t our evening proved to you just how incredibly sexy you are?”
His mention of our evening only served to push my arousal higher as I felt another hazy wave of lust come off him. I looked at the lady portrayed next to me.
“Do you bring all your conquests to your studio?” I asked.
“Not all…” he said. “Just those I wish to immortalize… Capture some of the allure and fun we had.”
I looked around at all the canvases. If he was telling the truth, he certainly looked like he had a healthy sex life!
“Seems you had a lot of fun then…” I said looking back at him.
“I did.” He said as he stood up from his stool. “But you misunderstand if you assume I’ve slept with all of these ladies. Some were here simply to model.”
“Really?” I asked as I looked back to the lady portrayed next to me.
She was kneeling, squeezing her generous breasts together while her knees were tastefully spread apart. Her face was so life-like that I could easily tell how aroused she was as she looked towards us.
I looked back at him with a smile, which made him chuckle again.
“Well not Amy there…” he said as he stepped closer. “She and I spent a wonderful weekend and she was more than happy to pose for me.”
I looked back at her face.
“Seems she looks like she would have had a lot of trouble keeping still while you painted her…”
He moved behind me and looked over my shoulder. Was he always this tall? I felt like I had shrunk… No… It’s just my imagination… Or maybe my lust?
“Oh she did…” he said as he bent low. “Which is why I helped her along a little…” he whispered in my ear.
His soft voice sent electric delights down my spine as I became vividly aware of his proximity. I just had to ease back a few inches… Feel his strong frame against me…
I took a deep breath, chasing away my horny thoughts.
“And huh…” I said. “How exactly did you help her?”
“Oh nothing much…” he said as he straightened back up. “Just a little spell I like to use on some of my models… It helps them keep still…”
My heart raced as I pictured what it would be like.
“What like… You froze them into place or something?”
“Or something…” he whispered in my ear again, sending even more arousal. “Let’s just say that the more aroused they felt, the easier it was for them to stay still…”
Oh god… He could do that? I swallowed hard.
“And huh…” I said. “Would you ever want to portray me?”
“Of course I would Honey…” he said as his arms encircled me, hugging me close to him. “You are my wife… I’d paint your beautiful features every day…”
My arms moved up to embrace his. God… I felt his strong chest against my back and I pushed down the urge to push back with my ass to see if he was getting as aroused as I was. Why did it have to feel so natural? So comfortable…
“And huh…” I said licking my lips. “Would you use that spell on me too?”
He chuckled again and I felt his laughter vibrate deliciously through his chest.
“I could…” he said as he placed his chin on the top of my head. “But I wouldn’t need to… Unless you wish to experience it of course.”
Did I? The thought certainly seemed arousing… Wait…
“What do you mean…” I said as I looked back over my shoulder, getting free of his chin. “Why wouldn’t you need it with me?”
“Because of the tattoo…” he said with a smile.
The tattoo… I was suddenly vividly aware of my lower back as it reminded me of the situation I was in.
“Are you telling me the tattoo does more than guide me?” I asked.
“Not really…” he said. “But I can easily achieve the same determination as the spell. Would you like me to demonstrate?”
Oh god… Where was this leading us?
“Maybe…” I said as I looked back to the canvas. “Should I understand that you want to spend the rest of the morning painting me?”
He chuckled again.
“Well there is a fun idea…” he said. “I would love to Honey… But… Maybe not in the way you imagine…”
He kissed my cheek, sending more hot thrills down my spine before he released me. I watched him go to his cluttered desk before he started to rummage and look through his papers. I looked back at his canvas and tried to imagine how it would feel like… Feeling more and more that you couldn’t move as my arousal grew, feeding that immobility further…
“Ah!” he exclaimed. “Here it is…”
I looked back to him as he came towards me with a Polaroid in his hand.
“How about I paint you like this…” he said as he offered me the picture.
I took it and gasped. The picture was of a topless woman with only a pair of lacy panties to hide her decency. She was sitting in a very suggestive way on some sort of wooden bench. Her skin was completely covered with paint! Designs… Textures… Her curves were exquisitely enhanced by the colors and lines that adored her body.
But that’s not what shocked me. What made me gasp was that he was offering to paint ME like that.
My mind already propelled forward and tried to imagine myself trying to stay still as he delicately tickled my skin with his wet brush strokes…
The experience certainly didn’t leave me indifferent!
But the more I looked at her alluring figure, the more I took in just how curvy the model actually was. Her breasts were full and perky in a way that made mine look underdeveloped. Her shapely figure included a soft narrow waist that extended in the tasteful hourglass figure. In fact, the more I looked at her, the more I found her proportions to be perfect.
She looked like the ideal woman! So sexy and sensual…
She was the perfect canvas and it made me acutely aware that my own body, although very sexy, was nowhere near her level of curves and sensuality.
“It sounds fun…” I said as I looked at him. “But I fear I won't make a good canvas… I clearly don’t possess the same allure as she has.”
“Neither did she…” he said as he produced another picture from behind his back.
I took the second Polaroid and looked. My jaw dropped as I saw the same woman sitting on her bench without paint on her skin. Only… Her chest wasn’t as full and her ass definitely wasn’t as round! I looked up at him in shock.
“You… You did that to her?” I asked.
“Technically…” he said as he took back the pictures. “The paint did all the work. Each brush stroke slowly made her body change… Eventually reaching a state which mirrors her own secret desires.”
I swallowed hard.
“Are you telling me… That when you painted on her skin… The paint magically morphed her to look like she wished she looked?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. It was a fun afternoon…” he said as he looked at the picture. “Mostly because I was just as anxious to see the results as she was.”
“Wow… That’s… Amazing…” I said as I looked at the pictures in his hands.
“It certainly is… I never know how it will turn out.” He said as he looked up. “It’s always interesting to see how a woman views her perfect self. It’s a very good exercise in self image... I remember this one model that barely changed at all. It surprised us both, but it was what she pictured and it made her realize just how sexy she really was.”
“That’s so incredible…” I said.
“It is. But sadly…” he said as he turned. “The changes aren’t permanent. They stick around for as long as the paint stays on their skin…”
He put the pictures back among his cluttered desk and sat back on the edge as he looked at me.
“It’s still pretty amazing…”
He smiled.
“And I didn’t even tell you how the paint feels while the magic operates… But I think it’s best if you discover it for yourself.”
I swallowed again.
“So you want to paint on me… And…”
“Discover what my beautiful wife would like to look like? Yes. I certainly do.” He said with a smile. “How about you? Would you like to discover what your idea of your ideal self looks like?”
I bit my lower lip. Of course I wanted to experience that! But I was still wondering about the tattoo…
“I certainly would…” I said as I faced him. “But I’m curious though… You said my tattoo could make me reach the same determination… To stay still I mean… If I’m going to be topless for you while you slowly paint on my skin, I think I need to better understand what you meant.”
He chuckled.
“You will understand very quickly…” he said. “Once you agree to let me paint you.”
I barely debated with myself as I looked at his hungry eyes. I felt so curious and aroused that I forgot all about the weird circumstances of how and why I found myself bound to my husband. All I cared about now was to experience what he was describing.
“Ok… I’m game…” I said with a smile.
“Marvelous…” he said as he got up and walked to the stool.
I watched him place it in the middle of the brightly lit room before he extended his hand to it in invitation. I savored his lust filled eyes for a moment before I walked to him. I stood in front of him and lifted my arms in the air while raising my eyebrow.
His smile was dripping with lust as he took my cue and caressed my ribs. I shivered at the ticklish touch, but I managed to keep calm as his fingers slowly grabbed the bottom of my sports top. He worked them up and over my head and I had to fight off the urge to kiss him as he pulled it up over my hands. His lips were so close… He let the top fall to the ground while he looked into my eyes. I pushed down an urge to kiss him as his gaze seemed to convey so much of his lust and arousal for me. God… My nipples felt so hard!
He smiled and looked down at my body.
“Yoga pants won’t do I’m afraid…” he said as he stepped back.
I looked down and suddenly realized that I probably didn’t have panties on! Did he expect me to remove them? I looked back at him as he took a deep breath. I watched him place his hands in front of him in the same triangle sign.
He mumbled to himself and I felt a rush of… Something… Envelope my legs. I watched in awe as my yoga pants started to morph before my eyes. When the rush of magic stopped, I was wearing the same pair of lacy panties I had seen the girl wearing in the Polaroid.
“Woah…” I said as I felt my legs tingle. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that…”
“You better not…” he said as he pointed to the stool again. “I won’t be in the habit of changing your clothes like this.”
“Right…” I said as I sat down on the stool.
“And now… Something to help you stay still…” he said as he looked in my eyes.
Oh god… What was he about to do now? I watched him take a deep breath before he spoke.
“You will strike a sensual pose and stay completely still for your husband.”
Almost immediately, I heard my voice echo his words in my mind.
I will strike a sensual pose and stay completely still for your husband.
Oh god… What?
“See?” he said as he turned to go to his cabinet. “I don’t need to use creative and draining spells on you to achieve the same erotic determination. Obey my command and you’ll feel the reward wash over you for as long as you obey this command. The moment you stop obeying and willfully move, the pleasure will stop…”
He opened the doors and started to take out a few clay pots.
“Of course… If you change your mind about this, you can always choose to disobey and go do something else… But then you’ll hear the command echo in your mind until you do… And then the magic will continue to change you…”
He came back and set up a second stool next to the table next to me before he sat down. He placed the clay pots and reached for one of the brushes on the table.
“I am ready my dear…” he said as he reached out and took a small brush. “All you have to do now is obey the command…”
My heart pounded!
If I obey the command right away… I’ll feel pleasure but… How much pleasure? He said I’d feel it for as long as I obeyed… God… How long WOULD he need to paint me?
Would I be able to resist the pleasure? The idea that he was going to caress my skin with that brush sent hot waves between my legs and I knew I wanted him to go for it.
But the command…
I will strike a sensual pose and stay completely still for your husband.
Oh god… If I resisted the command, I would be letting the magic change me. Eventually anyway… The more I resist, the more it will change me…
Part of me knew that it wouldn’t be so bad… In fact, it might even be a blessing! It already felt so good to view him as my husband. Even if I was still confused about what my thoughts were on the subject. So resisting might be a good idea… If only a little…
How should I play this?
Choice 7
A – I give in to the idea and strike a sensual yet comfortable pose and immediately feel the pleasure start to course through my body. I try as hard as I can to resist it while he paints on my skin. I couldn’t wait to see how my body would change under his talented brush.
B – I get a wicked idea as I start to understand the dilemma he is placing me under with his command. Since I wouldn’t mind feeling a little more comfortable with this forced arrangement, I tell him to add a command: I want him to order me to move once I strike his pose. That way, I’ll be forced to endure the pleasure of his first command while playing chicken with his second. Because the longer I wait… The greater the mental change…
C – I decided to resist the command a little by teasing him. I let my lust show through my eyes and lean forward to kiss him. I still wanted him to paint on me, but I was curious to see how much lust he had for me. Would he be able to resist?
D – I decided to obey the command quickly, but after I get a taste of how the command makes me feel when I obey immediately, I slightly move my foot to break the magical pleasure. Not that I don’t want to experience the pleasure, I just want to experience the paint and sensuality for myself as the magic of the paint slowly takes effect.