Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp
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				Title: <strong>Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 19:41:11</strong>
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				“3: 42p,m another eight minutes and another class over and another weekend beginning,” Pablo&nbsp; Pineena thinks as he gazes a the students sketch pad. He is lost in his thoughts and not really with my students this day. After all nine years of teaching figures drawing had become very the same for him. <br><br>“I had started out my profession with grand hopes. Graduating from San Francisco School of Fine Arts some thirty years ago I was ready to storm the walls of fame and fortune as a celebrated artist. Now after a short rise as a noted artistic new guy, in the early years I’m here. Yes after two marriages gone bad, I’m here. <br><br>I still have my vanity, that’s something I guess. Being a tall dark skinned man with raven black hair and piercing blue eyes, I attract the opposite sex, easily, so I lake no experience as a womanizer.&nbsp; I can still charm a women ever now as a slightly graying man at fifty-one. <br><br>I employ a verify of women as models to pose for the students. Some are heavy some not.&nbsp; The purpose is to give my students the opportunity to experience many forms. I save the last two weeks of each class for the nude studies. These community college students often take the blasted class just to get their kicks gocking at naked women. <br><br>Today’s model is new. She is nerves and need discipline as she fidgets far too much. A good model will strike a pose for ten to fifteen minutes without a movement. They know how to zone into a place in their minds and ignore their bodies. She is lovely so I will work with her.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp  Art and Submission </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 20:00:25</strong>
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				Debra is just trying to make some extra money.&nbsp; She'd heard the university was paying money for models for art classes, and she is pretty desperate for money.&nbsp; The notice to pay up or get evicted had been put on her door yesterday.&nbsp; So here she is, trying to stay calm as a bunch of giggling students tried to sketch her.&nbsp; <br><br>She's not worried she's unattractive.&nbsp; She's athletic and fit, with curves in all the right places.&nbsp; Very scandinavian, with creamy skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes.&nbsp; But still, she's nervous.&nbsp; <br><br>After the class, the professor approaches, and she fidgets as she watches him.&nbsp; She really needs this job, really needs the money.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 20:54:53</strong>
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				I hand a bathrobe over to you. “Debra is it?” I ask knowing full well your name. “You are a attractive woman and are new modeling, yes? I ask, to feel out where you stand as a possible model for my own studies.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 21:00:22</strong>
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				I smile as you hand me a robe.&nbsp; "Yes, I'm new to modeling.&nbsp; Thanks for the robe.&nbsp; And the compliment."&nbsp; I blush a little, shifting nervously as you look at me.&nbsp; "Listen, I know I wasn't that good, but I *really* need this job." 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 21:21:44</strong>
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				I note the despite tone in your voice. <br><br>"You know there is good money in being a good professional model," I say, knowing fair well that it is damn slim chance at getting big money in it. <br><br>Tell the last student to pack up and leave.She is smitten by me, 18 at best. I indulge her fantasy for fun. <br><br>I turn my attention to you. "I'm in need of a model for a private study. I can pay you twice what this schools is allowed to. Are you interested?" I ask with my friendliest smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 21:28:31</strong>
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				I am nervous, still, but your smile reassures me.&nbsp; "Private study?"&nbsp; I say, stalling for time to think.&nbsp; Twice the money would really save me.&nbsp; "Sure, I'm interested."&nbsp; <br><br>I am a little worried at being alone with him, but he's a handsome older man.&nbsp; I don't see&nbsp; that it would be all that bad being naked in front of him.&nbsp; No worse than letting a bunch of college students leer at me. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 22:48:13</strong>
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				"Good then. Here is my card. Can you come... say tomorrow evening around 7pm?" I ask, still evaluating your responses for clues to who you are, and more important, what you do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 22:52:35</strong>
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				"Sure."&nbsp; I smile back at you, and look at the card.&nbsp; "I, ummm....lost my job, I really have nothing to do right now."&nbsp; I shift a little, nervously.&nbsp; "How late would I be staying?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 23:17:12</strong>
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				"Well I work in spurts so my sessions will very.Lets shoot for two or three hours. Will that do?" I ask, thinking "she is desperate as hell for money, could be a very good opportunity.&nbsp; <br><br>In truth Pablo had tastes of the dark side of sex and love making. His first marriage ended because he pushed his wife to hard. Controlling and Dominating her to the point of her total breakdown. She finally found the courage to free herself of him. His second wife was a stronger woman. He married her for connections into the New York art scene. Her personality was similar to his and that fact ended the marriage. Now ten yours past that and several shot lived affairs he was again on the hunt for a good submissive woman to dominate.<br><br>"Was this her?," he thought. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 23:28:51</strong>
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				I nod.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; Yes, two or three hours would be great."&nbsp; I smile a little nervously at him.&nbsp; The truth is, the more I look at him the more attracted I am to him.&nbsp; The idea of being naked alone with him is sounding much better to me.&nbsp; <br><br>I've had horrid luck with men.&nbsp; There's always seemed to be something missing, something I can't put my finger on.&nbsp; But they've usually been athlete types, pretty but not much in the way of either brains or sensitivity.&nbsp; Maybe someone like Pablo could find what I was missing.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 23:56:03</strong>
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				I watch you as you go behind the curtain of the small dressing area. I am noting your long elegant neck and how it holds your head up. It is absolutely graceful in line and form. As you disappear into the confined of the dressing area,I turn my attention to cleaning class room. <br><br>My cell phone rings. This end of the conversation goes... <br><br>"Look, I'll see you tonight." <br>"?????" from the other end. <br>"Yes, yes, I know, I do love you to.<br>"???????" from the other end. <br>"Look I'm getting fed up with you childish shit. Did I tell you to not talk to me when I on campus? "<br>"????" response from cell phone. <br>"Ok damn it. Don't do it again. <br><br>Now you return from the dressing area. <br><br>I quickly close my cell. <br><br>"Tomorrow then, around seven? I confirm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 00:06:33</strong>
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				I feel better now that I'm dressed.&nbsp; "I'll be there."&nbsp; <br><br>I look back again as I leave, taking another look at you, and smiling.&nbsp; <br><br>The money from today just manages to hold off the eviction.&nbsp; They agree to wait for me to get the rest of the money.&nbsp; I get some sleep and spend the next day getting ready.&nbsp; I give myself a manicure and a pedicure and shave my legs.&nbsp; I also carefully trim my bush into the tiny little strip I keep.&nbsp; I moisturize and get myself in prime condition.&nbsp; I eat, not sure if dinner is on offer.&nbsp; At the last minute I slip into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, not bothering to put on underwear since I'll just be stripping anyway, and pack a bathrobe into a tote bag, heading out to my car and over to the address on the card.&nbsp; <br><br>I am nervous as I knock on the door.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 00:50:43</strong>
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				I answer the door. Im waring a painters smock that is less white the a thousand blotches of color. I'm wearing a strange hat that looks like a fez or round pill box. quite out of place. <br><br>"You are prompt, I like that. Come in," I&nbsp; smile. <br><br>Your hair is down and frames your face picture perfect. <br><br>You enter a neatly organized home. The colors and picture are like a decorator had done it. Everywhere is something to see. Sculptures, masks, little figurines on nice tables, all perfectly placed.It is a place one could stay and look around for hours. There is music coming from somewhere. Classic in nature but not symphonic. <br><br>I lead you through to the kitchen. it is bright&nbsp; and cheery. <br><br>"Do you drink wine?" I ask. Then adding "your time for payment started the moment you entered my humble home." 
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 01:02:27</strong>
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				I nod.&nbsp; Wine would help relax me.&nbsp; "I do.&nbsp; you have a beautiful home."&nbsp; <br><br>I settle into one of the chairs, watching as you pour the wine.&nbsp; Your hands are strong and supple, very artistic.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 01:25:03</strong>
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				I'ts a rose' blend. I prefer a darker wine. I however, have found the most women prefer lighter wines so I serve that. <br><br>I ask. "You are older then most young people on campus. Are you a student?" <br><br>I sit on the chair beside you. I note your&nbsp; nicely formed legs. They are cut almost to short and reviled just a slice of thighs. My mind races forward hopefully to stroke them. I think "she is just beautiful." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 03:35:07</strong>
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				I sip the wine with an appreciative sound.&nbsp; I blush a bit at the question.&nbsp; "No.&nbsp; I... *was*... a secretary.&nbsp; I got fired."&nbsp; I'm embrarassed now, and worried that you'll throw me out of here.&nbsp; <br><br>I'm too wrapped up in my own worries to notice you ogling my body. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 03:59:28</strong>
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				I smile, trying to take away any embarrassed feelings you have. <br><br>"Show me a person that has not been fired,... (I chuckle)... and I will show you a person that has not grown. The experience is painful but with pain comes growth," I say, still very warm and relaxed. <br><br>We talk and sip and talk some more. Some 45 minutes go by and two glasses of wine downed. <br><br>"Come let me show you my studio" I say, as I offer my hand. 
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 04:05:28</strong>
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				I'm grateful for your understanding, and I relax.&nbsp; You're easy to talk to and I find myself laughing and talking naturally by the time you invite me to see your studio.&nbsp; I take your hand and get up.&nbsp; "I'd love to see your studio."
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 04:28:46</strong>
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				"It's nothing special, I have a small stipend and so it is small. I spent three years getting it to the space it is now, " I inform you, as we go into a hallway and climb a steep flight of stairs up to the attic. <br><br>I notice you hand cold. A sing of uncomfortable feelings. <br><br>You find the attic area is open with a skylight running the entire length of the south side. It is more cluttered then the living area. Canvases covered many hues of color are everywhere leaning against three of the walls. The forth wall is a raised platform with lighting all around. It smells like a artists studio, of oils and turpentine. <br><br>"We this is it. what do you think?" I ask like a kid would, almost proud and almost embarrassed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 04:33:20</strong>
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				I smile, looking around with wide eyes.&nbsp; "It's a real studio.&nbsp; You can tell an artist really works here."&nbsp; I take a breath of the scents.&nbsp; My eyes glow a bit with admiration, walking around the studio.&nbsp; "Your work is really good." <br><br>I end up near the paltform.&nbsp; "Do you want me to undress now?"&nbsp; I feel at home.&nbsp; At least, as much as I'm going to before taking my clothes off in front of a stranger. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 04:51:06</strong>
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				I laugh "not unless you want to."<br><br>I walk over to you and place my hand under your chin and turn it left and hight. "What I would like to do is to do some quick sketches of your head down to your shoulders."<br><br>I get a old dry paint covered tool and set you down. I turn a spot and a fill light on. I adjust them to be suitable for the setting. <br><br>I get a tablet and set on another stool. <br><br>"So tell me something of yourself," I probe as I point to a spot on a wall "look there." 
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 05:01:55</strong>
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				I look where you tell me, a slight smile on my face.&nbsp; "What kind of thing do you want to know?"&nbsp; I hear the scratching of your charcoal.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm from a little town in Texas.&nbsp; Grew up on a little farm.&nbsp; I helped raise chickens and slop pigs and cook and clean my whole life.&nbsp; I don't remember getting much time to be a kid."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 05:33:24</strong>
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				I am surprised to here of your up bring. "I see, however you look very suffocated" I say, as I point at a spot slightly above the wall and the celling. "Look there." <br><br>"I am part Spanish, old country, and Mexican. My mother was a native Mexican woman. My father was a full Spanish born man.&nbsp; My bone structure is mothers. My hight and eyes are my fathers," I explain. <br><br>"Young background is?" I ask. <br><br>All the time I am sketching feverishly. 
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 11:46:39</strong>
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				I shift my gaze as you instruct.&nbsp; "My parents were both Swedish.&nbsp; &nbsp;Their grandparents came over and settled the land where the farm is.&nbsp; They were both blonde-haired and blue-eyed, like me." 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 21:43:09</strong>
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				"Swedish... hummm I had thought that your people settled up in Wisconsin or Minnesota," I say, as I marvel at your chin raised slight, in profile. Thinking, "breathtakingly beautiful." <br><br><em>My cell phone rings</em> <br>I pull it out of my pants and look to see who it is.&nbsp; <br><br>"I need to take this... Take a brake and relax. I'll be right back," I instruct you I take the down the stairway. <br><br>You hear... <br><br>"Yes I do. Stop this....... <br>Your so damn needy..... <br>Tomorrow........ <br>
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 00:15:41</strong>
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				I relax a bit, stretching.&nbsp; It's been a long time since I felt so relaxed with anyone.&nbsp; <br><br>When you come back, I smile.&nbsp; "Most did.&nbsp; But my parents had some German relatives who had already come over, and they invited them to move there as well.&nbsp; There's still some little towns in Texas where you're as likely to hear German spoken as English." 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 00:38:30</strong>
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				As I come back you notice a slight&nbsp; frown on my face. I quickly force a smile. <br><br>"How interesting. I am always amazed at old immigrant groups still hold to tradition. The country is so filled with colors and hues of diversity," I say as stand close. I look at your face for an unaffordable long moment. Im studying your blue eyes. 
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 01:43:50</strong>
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				I look back at you as you seem to study me.&nbsp; It's so flattering, having a man look at me the way you do.&nbsp; Makes me feel warm inside.&nbsp; <br><br>"Only sounds interesting to talk about.&nbsp; Nothing ever happens in a town that small.&nbsp; Nothing interesting, anyway." 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 02:00:34</strong>
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				I rub your cheek with the back of my hand. “How about trying something interesting now?”&nbsp; I say, as I step back. <br><br>I turn away and start moving toward a large cupboard, “lets play!… You said your childhood was lacking play… Yes lets play.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 04:55:59</strong>
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				I'm a little surprised as you rub my cheek.&nbsp; But at the same time, I like it.&nbsp; "Sure.&nbsp; Playing sounds good."&nbsp; I'm still a little confused.&nbsp; You surprise me, throw me off balance.&nbsp; <br><br>I look to see what you will come back with from the cupboard. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 05:16:44</strong>
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				I dig around throw two drawers and turn. I have a box of paints and assorted sizes of detail brushes. I set them on one of the chairs. <br><br>"We are going to paint," I say, as I go for a drop cloth. 
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 05:17:45</strong>
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				"Paint?&nbsp; B-b-but I'm no artist."&nbsp; I'm even more confused now.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 05:30:03</strong>
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				I laugh "No, you need no skills, I't will be fun. But one thing... I must be able to touch you, you me. You willing?" <br><br>Now I throw the drop cloth down on the floor. Not waiting for your answer, I head to a trunk. 
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 05:31:19</strong>
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				I gasp a little, then nod.&nbsp; "Sure."&nbsp; <br><br>You've got me even more curious, waiting to see what you could possibly mean. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 05:40:34</strong>
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				I bring back two bathing caps... "We are going to paint each other." I hand a cap to you. I throw my silly hat across the room and put my bathing cap on. I look even sillier now. I grin boyish "sit." 
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 05:43:04</strong>
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				I giggle and pull on my cap, carefully tucking my long hair up into it.&nbsp; "Paint each other?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 05:51:48</strong>
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				"Yes... I will be an excellent experience, trust me,"&nbsp; I say, as I sit and reach up to help you down. <br><br>"Now the hard part, not necessary, but more fun and intense. Only if you want. Remove your T-shirt," I instruct assuming you will. 
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				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 13:10:59</strong>
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				I think for just a moment.&nbsp; What the hell, I decide.&nbsp; I had been intending on posing nude, this couldn't be more embarassing than that, and it sounded like fun.&nbsp; I strip off my T-shirt.&nbsp; Of course I am not wearing a bra, and my firm breasts come into view.&nbsp; The chill air of the attic means my nipples quickly harden, and that makes me blush a bit as I look at you to see what comes next.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 21:46:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I notice your nipples erect, but make no deal of them that way. My thoughts, however, are racing with anticipation of touching your absolutely sensual breasts. They are full and natural. Your skin tone is that of pink-white perfection. The areolas surrounding the nipples are a slightly darker shad of the same. They rise out slightly from your breasts like an extinction of them, with finally your hard nipples as punctuation to a poem. <br><br>I take off my top also and set in front of you. My chest was toned nicely for a man in his mid forties. I had a bit of chest hair, very curly black, and with a dash of gray. <br><br>“These are body paints witch are perfectly safe,” I say, pointing to the eight jars. <br><br>I take a ninth larger jar and open it. It is a pure white thick liquid. <br><br>“It is best to apply a brace of white to the skin, to help the other colors stand out. So lean forward and I will start with your face. Then you do mine,” I instruct. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 00:54:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I giggle a little as you paint my face.&nbsp; "You sure you want me to paint yours?"&nbsp; I pick up a brush and start carefully applying white to your face. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 01:18:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Absolutely!" I say laughing. "We can use our fingers also... look. Shut your eyes" I tell you. <br><br>I dip into the liquid, two fingers. Starting at your forehead I spread the white out working it down around your eyes. Soon I'm stroking your left cheek. It's like a tender cares as I move to your chin. <br><br>"Just enjoy the feel of it," I whisper. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 03:54:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite myself, I moan softly at the feel of your fingers on my face.&nbsp; "It feels so good," I murmur.&nbsp; "Your hands are so gentle." <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 04:10:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I notice your enjoyment of my attention to your face. I decide to just smooth out the base on your nick and around your left ear. I avoid the right side of your face entirely. The artist in me enjoys contrast, <br><br>After about six or seven minutes of my carrying hand working your spirit to rest, I stop. You sit restfully for a few second with a content smile on your face. Then open your eyes slowly. You see me just gazing at your face. <br><br>"Welcome back," I say softly. <br><br>I hand you the jar and ask you to start on me. I shut my eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 04:21:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The intense attention to one side of my face leaves the other side feeling all jealous and neglected.&nbsp; It tingles for want of contact. <br><br>I take the jar and put some tentatively on my fingers, carefully painting streaks on your face.&nbsp; Feeling the skin and cheekbones and jaw, so strong, so manly.&nbsp; I smile as my fingers keep moving.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 04:38:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I feel your soft hand moving on my face. At first your hand shows being unsure as it moves. But I get from it also a feel of exploration. I grin as your hand finds enjoyment. I think, "she is coming with me, a natural"&nbsp; <br><br>Now you are totally intimacy is fully focused. I release a soft humming noise.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 04:43:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sigh happily at the little humming noise.&nbsp; "Your face is so incredible.&nbsp; Very strong.&nbsp; Very impressive.&nbsp; And yet your touch is so gentle when you touch me." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 04:58:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You linger longer then I did, a sign of involvement.&nbsp; Your efforts are astounding to my psyche. I am in a trance of pleasure.<br><br>Then you also sit silent. I open my eyes slowly.<br><br>"You are amazing woman," I say,taking a deep breath. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 05:32:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My eyes open wide at that.&nbsp; "You really think so?&nbsp; No one has ever said that to me." <br><br>Even as I ask I can see the sincerity in your eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 05:58:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh dear, girl you kid an old man, "I smile and look down. <br>Taking your white painted hand, I begin to stroke your knuckles&nbsp;with my fingers. "Why do you feel so?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 07:01:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know," I say honestly.&nbsp; You're stroking my hand again and it makes me pant.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 07:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I suggest we continue. I ask you one another time, "Will you accept me painting your chest?... your Breasts?&nbsp; Ifyou&nbsp; are uncomfortable, I will not and that will be fine."<br><br>I look deeply into those beautiful blues, still holding your hands. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 08:03:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I part my lips a little, breathing.&nbsp; I consider.&nbsp; You've been so gentle, and I admit I'm curious to know what your hands will feel like on my breasts. <br><br>"Yes, you can paint them." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 08:12:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I thank you and add "I know this is a large step for you. You are a courageous&nbsp; woman."<br><br>I lay you back and move your arms over your head. You naturally cross them under your head. <br><br>"shut your eyes and relax," I request. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 08:15:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you."&nbsp; I let you lay me back and I close my eyes as you ask.&nbsp; <br><br>My nipples harden more as I shiver some in anticipation.&nbsp; It has been a long while since anyone has really touched me at all.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 08:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I start at your neck and spread the mixture over your left shoulder, not your right. Now I slide my hand onto the upper part of your chest, slightly moving onto your breasts. I watch for reactions from you as I circle there. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 08:26:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your hands circle on my chest, brushing around the periphery of my breasts, not yet completely on them. <br><br>My breath quickens.&nbsp; "Ohh," I moan softly.&nbsp; "That feels good." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 08:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lean over and kiss your forehead lightly, right side. I am very sure I can take this to a sexual experience tonight. My purpose is further and deeper. Seduction to submission, is my long game. <br>&nbsp;<br>Now the liquid is being moved around your breasts proper. My groin is so wanting to take over but I control my desires. I pay special attention to each erect nipple. Pulling them slightly. I rub them and circle my fingers around them. You are very beautifully enjoining every moment of it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 08:53:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan as your hands are working on my breasts.&nbsp; I can feel each little motion as you rub so sensually.&nbsp; I can't stop myself from moaning, and squirming a bit on the platform. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 09:11:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I know my advances would be accepted. And I so want to accommodate. You are perfect in motion as your legs move from your hips squirming on their own will. <br><br>I go under your breasts and squeeze them each. The firmness is amazing. My lips are dry and I am feeling the effect of this seductive game I play. <br><br>Finally I'm finished, "relax The base needs to set. Then you do me... and we then,,, we paint. The process so far has been 45 minutes of sensual&nbsp; fun. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 09:15:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The squeezing makes me moan, and I am growing quite damp between my legs.&nbsp; <br><br>Then you stop.&nbsp; "Set?"&nbsp; I ask.&nbsp; I really don't want you to stop touching me. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 09:27:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes sweet one, relax. I want you to be happy to return here. We could take this to a sexual thing. Our desire must not rule. Hell I am so in want If I take you there you may feel me a cad. I want you to totally enjoy any experience we have. tonight and tomorrow," I explain.<br><br>I get up and head down to the kitchen, leaving you to your thoughts.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 09:31:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I pant and try to relax.&nbsp; "Very well."&nbsp; <br><br>It's only after you leave I realize you said tonight and tomorrow.&nbsp; Apparently you're expecting me to stay.&nbsp; Not that I'm averse to the idea but it seems you have plans for me you didn't tell me about. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 09:43:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm gone for only a short time. As I come up I see you laying so wonderfully on the platform. You look at me as I approach. I have a bowl of grapes and a brick of lightly sharp cheese. A knife is stabbed in it. <br><br>I help you to a settled position, and I join you. I place the bowl between us. And the jars of colors between us. <br><br>"Are you ok, relaxed? I ask. <br><br>We can paint now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 09:45:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm relaxed.&nbsp; So how do we paint?" <br><br>I'm still wondering about the remark from earlier.&nbsp; "Were you wanting me to stay the weekend?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 21:15:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My instructions are simple. “Just do what you feel. There is no right or wrong. No good or bad either, just enjoy it,” I say, as I hand you a brush. “Open wide,” I add, and plop two chilled grapes in your mouth. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 21:31:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I open my mouth for the grapes, and smile as I chew them.&nbsp; <br><br>I pick up the brush, still a little unsure.&nbsp; I pick some blue, and start painting little swirls on your chest. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 21:50:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For the better part of an hour we work on our masterpieces. Me working on you as you work on me. At first you are tentative and awkward, but soon you get into the spirit of it. We would feed each other along the way and got into tossing grapes at each other to catch with our mouths. Occasionally we would miss and hit the on the forehead or nose, bring laughter. All and all by the end we were like the kids we were when young. <br><br>Finally, when we both deciding we had finished our art pieces I got up. I went to a table and came back with a small digital camera.&nbsp; I had you pose a few shots and handed it to you. <br><br>&nbsp;(ooc a discretion of your painting through the camera here?) <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 21:53:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(ooc sure) <br><br>I take a few pictures of you.&nbsp; I'm happy and relaxed, and this whole evening has been something new for me.&nbsp; I don't remember feeling this comfortable with anyone in a long time.&nbsp; <br><br>"So what now?"&nbsp; I ask. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 00:59:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am taken back a bit by your question. "Well, not much. It is just at 11 pm now and should wrap this session up." I say, then add, "oh by the way... I have a artists workshop Monday night. Would you be able to sit for us? The people involved are all professionals, teachers and freelance both. The group size ranges from five to twelve, very relaxed. A good possibility for more for you. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 01:02:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A workshop?"&nbsp; I calculate.&nbsp; More money, a smaller crowd than the college.&nbsp; "Of course."&nbsp; <br><br>I pause for a moment.&nbsp; "Is there somewhere I can shower before I go home?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 01:06:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Then I think... I ask,&nbsp; "How did you get here, by car?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 01:12:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, by car."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 01:27:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am relieved, and say,&nbsp; "Good!" adding "My bath is&nbsp; down stairs and down the hall just this side of my bedroom. Use the towel hanging there. Also there is a jar of moisture cream, use it. The paints tend to dry out the skin." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 01:30:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you."&nbsp; I smile at you, heading down to the bathroom.&nbsp; I start showering, scrubbing off the paint, and shampoing my hair.&nbsp; It's almost decadent, the hot water after all that painting in the cool of the attic.&nbsp; Then I dry off and start applying the cream.&nbsp; It's really nice and thick.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 01:47:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am doing the same at my kitchen sink. I get most off my face, but leave the paint alone.I will shower later. <br><br>When you return I have made out a check for 400.00 dollars, and I hand it to you. <br><br>I tell you, "Thank you for sitting tonight. It.'s been very pleasant. Remember Monday night, around seven. Oh a light dinner will be served."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 01:54:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take the check, and smile.&nbsp; "Thank you!&nbsp; I'll be here Monday, right on time.&nbsp; I feel almost bad taking the money, considering all I did was have fun." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 01:58:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				END OF SESSION <br><br>My painting of Debra's body<br><br>I have split her face in half. The dividing line, blue, runs from the middle of her forehead down splitting her nose, lips, and chin. The left half is mostly white. The right is untouched by any paint. Her eyebrows are blue, as is her half lip. I have painted a yellow sun on her left cheek. Her chest and breasts are all white. I have painted a tree on her left upper breast. A brown line runs down hill across to her right breast&nbsp; and falls off to her side. I have painted a little girl running up hill to the tree. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 02:00:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monday comes quickly, and I head back to Pablo's place.&nbsp; As before, I dress simply, this time in a little sun dress with nothing under it.&nbsp; <br><br>I knock on the door. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 02:07:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I girl comes to the door. You think you have seen her before. Then it comes to you, as one of the student in the college class. <br><br>She greets you, "oh hi! Your the model, right? come on in." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 02:09:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you."&nbsp; I step inside, looking around.&nbsp; "Where am I posing tonight?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 02:27:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl answers, "up in Pablo's studio. His guests are mostly in the kitchen. Fallow me I'll show you around. <br><br>As you enter the kitchen you feel the energy from the mix of people. <br><br>The gathering is small, six people. Two are middle aged women. The men range in age from the youngest at maybe twenty-five to the oldest in his elder years.&nbsp; <br><br>I spot you and come over. I greet you, "Oh hello! Excellent you are here,"&nbsp; and kiss your cheek.<br><br>You notice the girl frowning. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 03:44:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile at your greeting, but I do notice the girl, and wonder atr her frowning.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello.&nbsp; I hope I'm not too late, the traffic was awful." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 03:54:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"On the money. Come let me introduce you around, " I say, as I take your hand and pull you with me. <br><br>The girl almost spits her displeasure. I give her a look that tells her to be nice. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 03:56:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I like the feel of your hand, and your wonderful manners.&nbsp; So different than the mannerless men I've known before.&nbsp; <br><br>Again, I notice the girl and furrow my brow.&nbsp; Why was she upset? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 04:06:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take you to Roger and Isabelle, first. I introduce you using your name happily.&nbsp; In inform you that Roger is the other figure drawing instructor and Isabelle is a freelance photographer that dabbles in water colors.&nbsp; My arm is around your waist and I am smiling like a kid.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 04:10:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and make a little small talk with Roger and Isabelle.&nbsp; I didn't actually expect to be introduced to people, I figured I'd just be coming here to pose.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 04:23:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I then bring you the other three people. Margaret a sculptress,&nbsp; Mark the older man,&nbsp; a art broker and Raphael the handsome young man. He is french and shows it by kissing your hand. <br><br>I hold you to me and laugh, "You franchise always so gallant." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 04:26:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile at everyone.&nbsp; I comment at you as we move away.&nbsp; "Everyone is so nice." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 04:34:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile and lean into you whispering in your ear, "Did you expect something other?"<br><br>I call the girl over and introduce you to her as Ellen.I ask her to bring us each a glass of wine. She almost storms off. I embarrassed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 04:37:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I turn to you and whisper.&nbsp; "Did I do something wroing?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 04:48:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not you dear, I say.&nbsp; I kiss you on your forehead and add. "I will be right back."&nbsp; I walk over to Ellen and grab her arm at the elbow. I forcefully poll her to the hall. You here a argument in low voices. Then the front door slams. I return trying to hide the bad scene. <br><br>"Ok people let us get to the buffet,"&nbsp; I say, voice trembling slightly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 04:55:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile at you.&nbsp; I move closer.&nbsp; "I didn't mean to cause an argument." <br><br>We move to the buffet. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:00:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Trouble is it's own person.&nbsp; it will find on its own. Not you sweet one, was not you"&nbsp; I say. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:03:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you." <br><br>I put some food on a plate, and get a glass of wine, sitting down to wait for you.&nbsp; I've never had anyone treat me as well as you do, and it's a little intoxicating.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:08:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I join you and enjoy seated next to you. We chat with each other casually. But soon the time comes to get up and join the rest moving up to the studio. <br><br>I ask, "are you ready?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:10:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod as we move up the stairs.&nbsp; "I am."&nbsp; <br><br>We get in the studio, and I step out of my sandals, and strip off the little sundress.&nbsp; "How should I pose?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:25:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile ad escort you to the stage, "Ladies and gentleman our model," <br>They applaud <br><br>I set your pose. My hands move you and as I do I whisper, "you will do just fine. Just think of wonderful places. I will take your mind away from the pain the pose will bring." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:28:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I wonder at your words, but I trust you.&nbsp; "All right.&nbsp; What sort of pose are you putting me in?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:36:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I set you on a stool, bent slightly forward. Right arm behind your head. Left arm across your lap. Head tilted down. <br><br>"Ok people, quick sketches 8 minutes" I tell them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:37:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pose is odd, but I try and breathe and relax.&nbsp; It's only eight minutes, surely I can hold it that long.&nbsp; <br><br>I don't want to embarass Pablo.&nbsp; I try to send my mind to someplace else, someplace calm and serene.&nbsp; I want to hold the pose without shaking. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:47:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The time goes slow for you. you feel the your body tensing up. It feels impossible to hold.&nbsp; Finally I call time. <br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:55:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I relax, my body shaking a bit as I try to soothe my aching muscles.&nbsp; <br><br>I'm not sure how well I will do on the next one.&nbsp; I don't want to disappoint Pablo. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:03:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Each person takes a turn setting a pose. Some are reclining others are setting on the floor. Most you do well some you loose it and need to reset. <br><br>I encourage you when your confidence wains. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:06:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I finally manage to make it through the poses, and I'm relieved when you call an end to the session.&nbsp; My muscles are sore everywhere, but I'm proud of myself for doing as well as I did.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:18:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I hand you s bathrobe&nbsp; and put my arm around you as the group slowly devolve into the night. Isabelle the photographer leaves you her card. Wants you for a black and white study. <br><br>I hand the basket of money they all contributed to. 220.00 dollars for two hours work. <br><br>"Well how do you feel?" I ask
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:20:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tired and sore.&nbsp; But I'm proud of myself.&nbsp; I did better than at the college.&nbsp; Was I okay?" <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:27:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well mostly, yes... " I pause&nbsp; " You did ok sweetness just need some discipline." I add. <br><br>I take you down to the kitchen and offer some coffee. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:30:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take the coffee.&nbsp; "Can you help me...with the discipline?&nbsp; I want to do well at this for you.&nbsp; You've been so good to me." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:35:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I smile, "are you sure? I can be a hare teacher." I laugh. <br><br>I pull you to me hard, holding one arm behind your back. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:42:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp a bit a that, but I nod.&nbsp; "I'm sure.&nbsp; I want to be good for you, Pablo.&nbsp; I don't want to disappoint you."&nbsp; <br><br>My breathing picks up as my breasts are pressed against your chest.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:47:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look down at you. Im excited by the slight sign of fear. "If I push you will you respond?" I ask, pushing your arn higher up your back. My mouth is but a breath away from yours. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I whimper a little.&nbsp; "Yes, I will."&nbsp; I'm not entirely sure what is going on here but it excites as well as frightens me. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 07:01:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I release your arm. But take both your wrists and hold them behind you. "Pain is of levels you can go beyond them.The trick is to push limits. If I agree to change you to go beyond, will you try?"&nbsp; I ask still almost kissing you. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 07:03:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod.&nbsp; "Yes, I will try.&nbsp; I want to please you. Pablo, you've been so good to me."&nbsp; <br><br>My heart is thudding a bit at the idea of what I think you are proposing.&nbsp; I admit that it arouses me.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 07:09:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I release your hands and step away three paces. You stand confused. I hold the moment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 07:15:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I just stand and breathe slowly.&nbsp; My eyes drop to the floor.&nbsp; Did I say or do something wrong? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 07:29:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No... , look at me," I say demanding.<br><br>"Now listen closely. I will tell you what I want. First I want you to be mine to mold for one week. Nights are mine days our yours. During my time you must fallow my instructions completely. I will demand much, you will be submissive totally. Now for you answer. If you disagree I will say no more of it. I will not fault you. But if you agree... I require you to do two things.&nbsp; 1. remove the robe&nbsp; &nbsp;2. cone to me," I say this slow and plain. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 07:31:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I consider for just a moment.&nbsp; I figure it has to be worth a try.&nbsp; I've been so unhappy so many times, perhaps this is what I need. <br><br>I open the robe and let it drop to the floor, and I step towards you. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 07:52:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am pleased.&nbsp; I pull you in to my body. My lips kiss your shoulder and move to your neck. "I promise you my sweetness you will find this week a wonderful advantage. You will find yourself in its end." <br><br>I now kiss you on your trimming lips.&nbsp; My tongue searches it's way in. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 07:54:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I bite my lip, and moan, and spread my legs.&nbsp; "Oh, Pablo, that feels so good." <br><br>I pant as your tongue presses in further. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 08:02:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I kiss you long, my tongue caresses&nbsp; your lips and the tip of your tongue. <br><br>I pull back and say "tonight you must love me, agreed" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 08:08:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look down at you and nod.&nbsp; "Yes, Pablo."&nbsp; I had wanted to make love to you the first night, so that's no great hardship to agree to. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 08:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take your hand and lead you, naked,&nbsp; to my bedroom, only stopping to turn of lights in the kitchen. <br><br>My bedding is already folded back. Only the light coming from the hall lights the room. <br><br>I whisper, "Sweet one, you may undress me." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 08:21:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My hands reach up to start unbuttoning your shirt.&nbsp; My hands are shaking a little as I am excited and nervous all at once.&nbsp; <br><br>I slide your shirt off, then kneel to help remove your shoes.&nbsp; My hands then move up to the waistband of your trousers, working down the zipper. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 08:26:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am electric with my desire of this special moment. I stand looking down. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 08:46:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I carefully ease your pants down, looking up at your face as you are finally naked before me. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 08:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I pull you up. my hands cup your butt cheeks and look into your eyes. "You are a wonder, a special work of beauty. <br><br>I pull you down on my bed and have you lay on me. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 11:14:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan as I am pulled down on you, pressing my lips to yours.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 22:06:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As&nbsp; I pull you onto my, I let you explore my mouth. You are wonderful to hold. I tell you that you are free to relax. "The night is ours to get to know each other.We will only go as far as you want " I kiss you as you lay looking down, and add,"I will not steal from you. You must give." <br><br>I spread my legs so you settle into me legs together. My manhood is hot and hard on your skin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 22:13:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan softly at your touches, and your gentle words surprise me and make me smile.&nbsp; "You are the most wonderful man I ever met," I whisper.&nbsp; <br><br>I feel you hard shaft against me, and I arch and rub against you, just feeling the hard and velvety shaft slide against my skin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 22:28:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I laugh. "Dear one, Im no one special. Why do you feel so not worthy of love? "<br><br>My hand rubs your back. It is full of life as you adjust yourself to stroke my chest. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 22:33:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My experiences with other men has not been good."&nbsp; My expression is shy.&nbsp; <br><br>I lean down to kiss you again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 01:26:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your kiss brings with it a sense of gratitude. I kiss back more with kindness the lust.<br><br>I think to myself, "she has the heart of a lover, but is wounded. If I am to bring her to submission with force she my loose the need to be loved altogether." <br><br>I decide to let her come to me with kindness. The discipline will come later.Must have her feel safe and important for now. <br><br>I tell you to explore me. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 01:39:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I kiss your chest, my hands gently rubbing over your body.&nbsp; My fingertips brushing lightly, mapping your skin, letting me become used to the feel and presence of you.&nbsp; I finally move one on my hands between us, over your belly, stroking your shaft gently. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 01:58:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I lay still, hardly in control. Your hand at my shaft has me tense up. I want to take over and force my will on you. You are the sweetest little of flowers I had smelled in a good long time. <br><br>My hands now work down your back and find your butt. I hold the checks as pressure mounds of flesh in my hands. Our kisses are everywhere, lips, cheeks,&nbsp; and shoulders. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 03:26:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I can feel the tension in you, just barely restrained.&nbsp; The way you hold me, wanting to do more, and letting me touch you instead.&nbsp; <br><br>I look into your eyes, letting you see the sincerity there.&nbsp; "Pablo...please...you take over.&nbsp; Please." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 05:02:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I kiss you as I reply, "Such a sweet girl. I will try to be gentle and pleasurable. "<br><br>Now I know that you give your permission. I roll side ways and you slid off. Now we lay facing face to face on our sides. <br><br>I Now my fondle you exquisite breasts freely.My right hand holds your back as my left works a breast. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 06:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan as your touch me.&nbsp; I feel curiously free now that I've said what I said, given up control to you.&nbsp; I arch into your touch. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 06:10:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is nothing, nothing better then a sexy women hot and responsive to the touch. <br><br>I lay you on your back and start a kiss exploration at your lips to chin to neck downward 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 06:31:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasps and moan, my body firing as you kiss me.&nbsp; I can feel every nerve alive.&nbsp; My hands ache to touch you again but I dpn't know if that is allowed. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 06:54:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I bring my self to your breasts and concentrate on the nipples, sucking them into my mouth. I flicker my tongue on them and kiss around them. <br><br>My hand guides your hand to my member. <br><br>"explore me, women," I grown my need to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 07:03:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My hand curls around you, starting to stroke gently as you tease and torment my nipples, making me moan ands squirm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 07:10:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I feel your hand around my shaft. I gut grown my approval. <br><br>My lips soak up your breasts. At times I rub on your flat belly hands ever moving south.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 21:13:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I whimper softly, arching my breasts more against your mouth.&nbsp; I can feel your hands on my belly and it makes me shiver with arousal and anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 21:40:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My hand is now at the little patch of pubic hair, neatly cut. I stroke the fine fiber like hairs as my other hand play with a erect nipple. I kiss your belly as it rises and falls from your desires growing in you.<br><br>I am slight confused, “should I be more aggressive and dominant her will, or gently win her allegiance by love and tenderness.” I decide for now the latter is best. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 21:50:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I can't help but continue to respond to your caresses. <br><br>My hand continues to stroke your cock as you've commanded me to do.&nbsp; I can feel your hardness in my hand. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 22:09:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now I reposition myself and lay end to end next to you. My right hand is stroking your wrist, the one around my now wet manhood. My left hand brushes over the lips of your sex. It also is wet.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 22:11:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I part my legs, giving you better access to my sex.&nbsp; I look into your eyes, unsure why your hand is on my wrist. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 23:00:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I notice a question on your face and ask, "Im I doing something wrong? Tell me women what it is?" <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 00:30:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look at your hand on my wrist.&nbsp; "Am I doing something wrong?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 00:56:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I laugh, "heavens no! You are so enjoyable. My hand on your wrist caresses it as I reassure you.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 01:03:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles back, her mind relieved, and she kept stroking.&nbsp; Her other hand reaches out tentatively and strokes across his back.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 01:21:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your hand on my back tells me want to please me. I know a hand around a mans cock can just be duty, something a woman things she is obligated to do. That is not my hope for you. What I am hoping for is desire. A desire to please and a desire to be taken, and for it to be a adventure. . How to achieve it is very tricky. <br><br>I now kiss your leg on top and at the same time encourage you to spread wider by gently pushing at your upper led. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 01:24:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan more as you urge my legs wider.&nbsp; There is dampness between my thighs, even on the soft curls.&nbsp; I shiver and my hand on your cock moves faster as you increase my arousal. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 01:39:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				your wet thighs give off an fragrance of sex. I smell it. It is intoxicating and brings me to madness. I kiss your thighs my face so close to the source of the smell I can't stand it. <br><br>Your hand pumping my throbbing member is wonderful background to the feelings of lust coming up in me. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 01:42:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I whimper now, squirming, as you continue to tease me so slowly.&nbsp; I want to urge you to take me but I've given over the control of the pace to you.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 02:06:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I finally get my first taste of your lubricating wetness as I lick the folds of your pussy. Shivers go up my spine as you raise slightly to help me get to the special spot. Im massive hard in your hand and pre-cum has soaked your fist. Im losing control of the moment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 02:15:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan more, my body quivering with need.&nbsp; "Please," I beg.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 03:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am relieved to know we should move on as much longer I would have exploded everywhere. I site and kiss you as I cup your wet pussy. <br><br>"Are you experienced in being penetrated?"&nbsp; I kiss again... and add as two fingers work between your wet pussy lips "I want to be careful not to hurt." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 03:12:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod.&nbsp; "Yes, Yes I am."&nbsp; I moan and rock onto your fingers. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 03:30:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I stroke your face, and kiss you longingly. "ok precious, gentle it is. "<br><br>I move down to knell between your legs. I grab a pillow and shove it under your butt. Now I spread your legs very wide apart. Then I go down one last time to focus on your g-spot. I take my time as I want you to be supper wet. If you climax even better. I know my manhood will still be hard and ready. Im only hope is can I last long enough to get you off before I unload. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 19:15:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm whimpering as you keep preparing me.&nbsp; I'm already revving hot, begging to be taken, and I'm shaking and clenching my hands in the sheets by the time you lift your head again.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 19:40:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I have decided it is time. I Hover over you. Holding my weight off you with my left hand and guiding my manhood along the folds of your lips with my right hand. Finally I find your sex and push slowly. You resist some, being&nbsp; so tight. More slow movement forward my dick like magic pops past the opening and im in half way, enough now to release my hand and concentrate on loving you. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 20:19:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I gasp and my eyes are fixed on yours as you move into me.&nbsp; You feel so good in me, stretching me.&nbsp; "Yesssssss..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 21:30:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am moving slow working myself further in. Each little movement is sow delightful and you react to them. I pull out to my velvet wet tip and start slowly in again. <br><br>"Are you comfortable? If it is to hurtful I will rest until you feel ready to go on," I say as I kiss at your nose playfully. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 05:15:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm comfortable."&nbsp; My voice is getting more desperate, my arousal almost painful now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 05:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I go to work now moving full stroke. Your so exquisitely tight I moan on almost every backward motion. It is slow going at first but as I crave more... and more I move faster and faster. I try to kiss but I miss my first attempt. I try again and find your open lips. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 05:58:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I moan loudly and arch to meet your strokes, so glad you've finally started moving hard in me.&nbsp; "Oh, Pablo, yesss, soooo good." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 06:09:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am almost close my end.. waited to long. I grab your arms an push them under you. Now holding you tight My lips are on your neck. <br><br>"Ohhhhhh so gooood. My sweet" I murmurer trembling. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 06:12:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shiver and moan, feeling you pin my arms behind me.&nbsp; I rock my hips harder against you.&nbsp; "Oh, Pablo, I'm so close." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 06:23:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's it my beautiful love, join meeee" I somehow get out of my mouth. The tension is overwhelming now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 06:26:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I make a soft keening noise as my insides flutter and clench on you, my chest flushing as I climax.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Art and Submission slavemarkira/ halspeedyrp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 06:35:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I sense your release. Grateful for it. Now I move my pelves like a piston. So few stroke&nbsp; I am surprised when I grown a long sound.&nbsp; I explode. <br>Heaven, electric heaven...&nbsp; I slow to stop as my member jerk in you. 
			</dd>
		</dl>
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