Interactive Story - Career Change
Choice 8
by The Traveling Master
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.
I bit my lower lip as I thought about what this new spell was supposed to do to me. I mean… Letting a man paint my naked skin was in itself an erotic endeavour, but add to it the prospect of transforming my body into the perfect self image I yearn to attain one day…
A mean… What girl DIDN’T wish she could change something about herself?
All my flaws would melt away under his brush… My curves would swell to the proportions I knew would make me look so very sexy…
Really, there was no sense in waiting to obey his simple command. Especially since it meant that I would lose myself to the tattoo if I did. So I held back an excited laugh as I decided that I would obey.
I looked at the stool I was sitting on and I tried to picture a pose that would be comfortable to stay in. I could put my hands behind my head, which would probably be best to let him paint every inch of my skin while being erotic…
But I discarded the idea because keeping my arms in the air felt like it would become painful pretty fast. I could just sit and let my arms dangle to the sides, but that wasn’t really ‘sensual’ now was it?
I will strike a sensual pose and stay completely still for my husband.
It had to be sensual… But if I wanted the command and the pleasure to continue, I also needed it to be somewhat comfortable. Right?
My eyes drifted to the wooden chair I saw near his desk and I smiled. I got up and pushed the stool aside before moving towards the cluttered desk. I saw his eyebrow lift and I just winked at him as I turned to grab the chair. I brought it over to where the stool had been and I placed it so the chair faced away from him. I straddled the chair so I was facing my husband and smiled as I saw him take in my topless body.
“Will this do?” I asked as I placed my hands on the back of the chair and tilted my head back.
I shook my head so my modest hair fell down into place while I leaned back away from him. I didn’t lean so far back as to make it straining on my arms and hands to keep me upright, but I did push back far enough to give ample access to my chest.
I will strike a sensual pose and stay completely still for my husband.
I figured that if I was going to be his canvas, I better pick a pose that offered him as much access as possible.
“That will do beautifully…” he said.
I smiled and settled into my pose while I told myself that I had to relax and concentrate on staying perfectly still. My heart started to beat a little harder as I took a deep breath and realized what I must look like to him.
As I pictured myself staying perfectly still, I felt my clit throb deliciously before a wave of exquisite tingling spread out from between my legs.
A soft moan escaped my lips as the tingling washed all over my skin. The erotic setting of my pose truly took hold of my mind and I briefly thought about how different the magical pleasure felt. Earlier, when I touched my nose, it felt like I had been suddenly overwhelmed with a crescendo of pleasure that crested over into an orgasm.
But this… This felt more like I was reading an erotic novel. Mildly intense arousal coursed through my veins as images of our night together crept to the surface of my thoughts.
“I’m very pleased you are actually up for this…” I heard him say.
I saw him come into view above me and he was all smiles. I smiled back and didn’t say a word as I thought that it may break the rule of his command. After all… I didn’t want to stop feeling this delicious arousal just yet!
I watched him bend down and thought he was about to kiss me! God… As aroused as I was, I didn’t think I would be able to stop myself from kissing back! But I was ok because he didn’t kiss me, not on the lips anyway. He closed his eyes and tenderly kissed my forehead, sending thrills along my skin like a small electrical shock.
I felt him caress my hair before his lips finally broke contact and I fought down the shiver I felt wash down my spine.
“I could start with your chest or your face…” he said as he walked behind me. “But I believe I’ll start slow… You don’t know how the magic of the paint will affect you yet and I wouldn’t want it to make you move unexpectedly.”
Oh god… I almost forgot… He mentioned something about the paint feeling special. I heard him pull up his stool and sit down.
“Now I hope you won’t be too ticklish…” he said. “The tip of the brush can be a real tease. Let’s see how you react without the paint… Brace yourself…”
I took in a large breath and tried to steel my nerves. I wasn’t that ticklish, well not anywhere on my back at least, but the arousal coursing through my body right now might make me feel things differently.
I felt the tip press squarely between my shoulder blades and gasped. He pressed harder than I expected, but the effect was what I needed not to move. I felt the bristles bend with force as he let me feel it before he started to move it around.
He was right… The brush WAS mildly ticklish! But I endured it easily. He went all around my shoulders and middle back before he seemed satisfied that I wouldn’t move.
“Good… Looks like I can begin…” he said as he pulled the brush away. “Apologies… The paint might be a tad cold at first, but don’t worry, it will warm up in a few moments.”
I gasped again as I felt the wet brush contact my skin in my lower back. I managed not to move even though the paint was pretty cold against my hot skin. Lucky for me, he didn’t waste too much time in one spot and spread the paint all along my back, which helped me deal with the shiver following the sharp contrast.
I tried to relax my mind and closed my eyes. This will take a while…
I pushed down the exquisite pleasure I was feeling by concentrating on the tip of the brush. I let my mind try to picture the lines he was painting on my skin as my idle thoughts also drifted to the fact that I might get to see actual changes to my body.
‘Each brush stroke slowly made her body change… Eventually reaching a state which mirrors her own secret desires...’ he had said.
I had a pretty good idea of what I felt was wrong with my own body, but I wondered how the magic of the paint would interpret my insecurities. My desires… I always knew my modest chest wasn’t that bad, but I always pictured that I would look better with bigger and perkier boobs.
How big would they get? C cup? D cup? E… No… That might be too much…
God… His brush is starting to feel pretty damn good too. Is he tracing the lines of my tattoo? Sure feels like it…
HHMMM…
Fuck… Where did that spike come from?
A warm wave of heat washed over my skin as he painted away just above my ass. Damn it… I should not have sat down! Now he barely has room back there to paint on my ass! Will the paint change that too?
I work out way too much and have the slim ass and tummy to prove it. I love my workouts, but it doesn’t help my ass at all! My natural figure isn’t exactly what you would compare to an hourglass. I look pretty damn sexy in workout clothes, but my ass is about as flat and shapeless as it could possibly be!
I always wished I could get a bubblier ass… Will the paint change that too?
I was getting lost in my musings and the powerful arousal that was growing inside my body. But even so, I eventually noticed that the paint didn’t feel cold anymore. As the brush started to apply the liquid to my shoulders, I felt my skin get hot and tingly…
Was this magic? Or was it just my own aroused brain making my heart pound and my temperature rise? I didn’t know and frankly, I didn’t really care.
I fought the urge to lick my lips as I felt him start to paint my arms. Each brush stroke felt like it was teasing my nerves in the most unique way. He did my right arm and I almost laughed when his nimble little brush painted each of my fingers before painting the inside of my palms. It tickled!
My mind was floating in mild ecstasy as he started on my left arm, but part of me was still very aware and musing about what I would end up looking like. Would it surprise me? Would I be disappointed?
Would he like it?
Of course he would… Unless my view of my perfect sexy self didn’t mesh with what he liked. He seemed to like my body as it was if I consider that we fucked for hours the night before. Not to mention he decided to claim me as his wife…
I almost gasped again when he was done with my arm and I suddenly felt the brush touch my forehead. I fought the urge to open my eyes and tried to concentrate on the tip as it glided in swirls along my forehead, making me glad I had chosen to look up and let my hair hang down away from my face…
I felt his brush trace the edge of my scalp as the tingling and pleasure slowly grew in my veins. I was almost ready to moan when he painted my eyebrows and descended onto the bridge of my nose. The ticklish tease of the brush hairs helped me keep my pleasure at bay while he painted around my eyes.
God this was amazing…
I had never felt anything like this. I felt empowered and vulnerable all at once. I was exposed to him as I let him paint whichever design he wished upon my skin while also feeling the pleasure course through my body as I pictured how sexy and perfect I’ll be once he was done.
My skin was constantly erupting with exquisite goosebumps as his brush tickled and drew all over my face and lips… God… Another moan threatened to escape when I felt him apply the paint to my eager lips… Fuck…
But I managed and he continued his task as the design brought his brush down along my throat. My breathing had accelerated a lot and I felt my chest heaven with the effort as he began to work on my upper chest. Oh god… The paint seemed to leave fire on my skin as he drew around and around my humble tits before painting my erect nipples.
I couldn’t take it and moaned…
I kept my mouth closed and the vibrations of my verbal release made my whole body come alive with even more pleasure as the heat from his paint spread with each stroke.
The pleasure only grew as he started on my tight tummy and sent my mind into a sort of pleasure fog that pushed away all my thoughts… All my musings… God this felt so incredible…
By the time he had managed to paint both my legs, I was almost ready to move and let the moans escape my lips! The heat was completely consuming me as the arousal grew in time with the inferno on my skin.
“There…” he said. “Done…”
I almost didn’t hear him through the pleasure…
“You are so exquisite my dear… The magic will start to take effect properly now… In about ten minutes… The changes will be complete and we’ll be able to see for ourselves how you wished you looked.”
I opened my eyes and was greeted by his own as he looked down upon my face.
“But I wonder... Since you were such a good wife and obeyed my command for so long… It makes me think you would be willing to keep still for a little longer… What do you think? Would you be able to endure this pose for a little while? Since you didn’t move and the paint is still pristine… There might be a chance for the changes to be… Permanent?”
I blinked through the pleasure. Permanent? What did he mean exactly?
“You see… I sort of lied before… There is a way for the changes to stay.” He said with a soft smile. “But usually, my canvases can’t keep still for long enough for it to work. Besides… I don’t tell them it can stick since that would be odd and I’m not keen on people knowing about my magic. Most of my canvases think it was just a trick. But you know different… Don’t you?”
I still felt the pleasure of the command course through my body and it helped me stay still as I looked at him in wonder.
He chuckled.
“Still unmoving…” he said. “Here is how the magic works. If you can stay completely still and let the paint dry on your skin, the magic will fade away and leave the changes on your body. Think of the paint as a seal… If the seal breaks, then you can still see the changes, but the potency of the magic is broken, so as soon as you wash the paint away, the changes disappear.”
He smiled and delicately stroked my hair, making sure to avoid my skin.
“So in theory… If you stay still and don’t break the seal, so to speak, then the magic will stay potent and make the changes permanent. The rub here is that you won’t be able to see the changes for yourself. So you’ll have to decide, without knowing how you turned out, if you want the changes to be permanent or not.”
Oh god… What was he saying? The pleasure was making my mind all hazy! Permanent? Did… Did I want that? Even if I didn’t know how I would look?
“I can see from your stillness that you aren’t completely against the idea…” he said thoughtfully. “As I’ve said, the changes will take around 10 minutes… But the paint… Well… Judging by the amount and coats I used on you… It should take another hour…”
An hour? God! Could I last that long? I looked at him and he smiled.
“I bet this would be tempting for you if I’m judging how you seemed to depreciate yourself earlier… Tell you what…” he said as his smile turned devious. “I’ll make it harder for you to decide to make the changes permanent.”
What? I almost said aloud. What a tease!
“I love your body just as it is… But since you seem to think you want to be prettier… Sexier… Then there is a price to pay.”
Price? What price?
“The price will be that you must fight off another command. You must resist my next command in order to have a chance to have your dream body. And if I might add… The magic would help you keep it… Although I’m not 100% sure since I haven’t seen the spell run it’s complete course yet.”
Resist his next command? What command was he thinking about?
“So the decision is yours… Resist my command for about 10 minutes and it won’t change you that much. You’ll be able to see how the magic made you perfect, but it won’t be permanent.” He said. “Or… Resist my command until I come back and confirm that the paint is completely dry. You’ll experience more profound changes as my wife, but you’ll end up with your own version of a perfect body.”
WHAT? Oh god…
“After all…” he said as he stroked my hair and looked into my eyes. “Since I don’t know how you see yourself, I might not like how you change… So this way… I’ll at least get something out of it by getting my perfect wife.”
Fuck…
“So here it goes…” he said as he took a long breath. “You will get up and strike a sexy pose in front of the mirror for your husband.”
OH GOD!
I will get up and strike a sexy pose in front of the mirror for your husband.
His command echoed in my mind almost instantly!
“The choice is yours of course… You can move right away and watch the changes occur, skipping the effect of the command like you did for this pose. Or you can wait…”
Oh fuck…
What the hell was I supposed to do now?
Choice 8
A – I don’t want this tattoo and command to change me so I get up and go to the mirror. Besides, I’m just too curious to see how the magic will change me!
B – I don’t move right away. I figure that 10 minutes won’t do much damage to my thoughts. I am too curious to see how I’ll end up and I want the full effect once the changes are done. I’m tempted to stay still for longer and gain my perfect body, but the fact that I can’t see it beforehand gives me pause.
C – I swallow hard as I try to resist the command. I’ve worked so hard to gain a sexy body… Never reaching my goals… I had a chance to instantly reach that elusive goal. But the command… It will push me further down the road to being his perfect wife! Fuck it… I’ll just have to chance it… Maybe the changes won’t be too bad…