A Work of Art 2 · Part 1

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The sequel to 'A Work Of Art' is complete along with three possible endings. I would like to have your readers vote on the ending they like best, contact me on my blog Fesseln's Fiction and let me know which ending is best.

Part 2

The word 'punished' sent cold shivers through Eileen's entire body. Her imaginative mind pictured the various things that Mark could do to her and had done to her in the past. None of those things, however, she feared were to be her real punishment for cumming without permission. Whatever her punishment was to be, she knew it would be creative, stimulating and torturous.

Mark had other things on his mind for her before he could punish his little blonde captive. Eileen was so beautiful laying there in her black leather bindings and her black leather gag. Her blue eyes were begging him to use her so she could pleasure him as only she could. It would be a shame not to use her.

The artist lifted her legs up and unhooked the chain between her ankle cuffs. Gently, he bent first her left leg until he could lock her ankle to her thigh. After he made sure it was secure, he did the same with her other ankle. All the time Eileen moaned and thrust herself towards Mark, hoping that he would forget about her transgression.

"Eager, are we, my little slave?" Mark asked, enjoying the sight of the struggling blonde as he teasingly tickled her swollen sex.

"uhhhhhhhh-hhhhhuuuuhhh," Eileen nodded, struggling even more for his touch.

"I think I should leave you like this," the sculptor smiled.

"Nnnnnnuuuuhhhhh!" Mark's captive shook her head. She most definitely did not want to be left this way. The embers of her last orgasm still burned hot within her and threatened to re-ignite with Marks little touches.

"Yes, I think I need to go get something."

Eileen moaned her displeasure as he climbed out of bed and went down the hall. She struggled a bit, more for the feel of the bindings than anything else. She wasn't quite flexible enough to caress herself. She strained a bit and she could feel herself with the tips of her fingers, but the touches teased more than they satisfied. She laughed a bit through her gag as she thought of the Rolling Stones tune and just how true it was for her. She quickly stopped when she heard Marks footsteps coming down the hall.

"Missed me?" Mark asked as he brought in a Champaign bucket, a bottle nestled within a nest of ice.

Eileen moaned and nodded as her lover set the bucket down on the nightstand.

"I thought you could use some refreshment, my little slave," Mark said, "something to cool you down a bit."

Mark pulled the bottle from the bucket and looked at the label. He really wasn't a wine snob; he just liked what he liked, regardless of the price tag. He hummed about a bit before holding the dripping wine bottle over his captive…

"So, what do you think, my pretty?" he grinned.

The ice-cold beads of water that dripped onto Eileen caused her to squeal into her gag and squirm to try to get away.

"You do not like this wine, little one?" He smiled, making sure the bottle stayed over her.

"Nnnuuuuhhh," Eileen moaned into her gag.

The icy drips felt like little electric pokers on her hot skin, tormenting her one drop at time. Mark purposely dangled the cold bottle over her breasts, letting the droplets dribble onto each of her nipples and making them even more sensitive. Each time it made her wail as Mark knelt above her with a fiendish look on his face.

Then he put the bottle back, leaving Eileen panting as she relaxed a bit in her bonds. Her eyes then widened in horror as he took out a piece of ice and held it between his fingers.

"Punishment time," Mark said evilly.

The bound blonde shook her head and moaned her objections into her gag, but the only effect they had was to prompt her tormenter even more. He took the cube and gently touched the tip of one of her nipples, sending a rush of fiery cold running through her body. Then she felt the welcome touch of his other fingers, gently slipping up and down her slit and grazing her swollen bud. Eileen could feel another red-hot tide of bliss building within her as he tickled her clit.

Eileen screamed again as the ice-cube caressed her other nipple, causing her to buck in her bonds. The cold of the ice only intensified the heat of his touch and the pyre of pleasure that was roaring with Eileen began to climb higher and higher.

Then he took his hands away.

Eileen looked up to see what he was doing, only to feel the chill cube touch her swollen bud. The shock of the cold ice cube shot through her as she jerked in her bindings. It was then Mark threw away the ice and pushed himself inside of her.

To Eileen, her lover's cock felt as if it were made of furnace-hot iron as he pushed himself deeply into her, causing a flood of ecstasy to engulf her entirely. Wave after broiling wave of pure bliss crashed through her again and again as he thrust into her with a fierceness that he had never showed before. Then, just when she thought it could not ever be better than this, she felt him shudder and squirt into her with a pleasure the shredded her very soul.

Mark collapsed on top off her and held her tight as the last of her orgasmic shivering subsided. God, how she loved this man and she wished she could spend an eternity with him just as she was. Mark cradled her like that for quite some time before slowly getting up and carefully undoing all of Eileen's bonds. The gag was the last to come out and Eileen worked her jaw a bit before leaning over and kissing him.

"That, my Master, was the most incredible thing I have ever felt," Eileen said, curling up on the bed beside the artist.

"You were a good slave too," he smiled and returned her kiss, their tongues dancing around another for just a bit.

"Thirsty?" Mark asked.

Eileen got an impish look on her face, "I am always thirsty for you, Master."

"Then I will go get the corkscrew and glasses."

Mark slipped out of bed and Eileen drank in his wonderful form. The sculptor was well built with a nice tight rear and blue-eyes the devil would be jealous of. His hands weren't really large but they had a gentle language all their own. That is one thing that first attracted her to him was the way he used his hands while talking, almost as if it were signing for the deaf.

It did not take him long to return with a pair of Champaign glasses and bottle opener. He sat at the edge of the bed and opened the bottle. The sparkling wine hissed as he poured some into each glass.

"Close your eyes, my little slave," Mark said as he held her glass.

Being a good slave, Eileen did as she was told. Mark teased her with the glass, gently touching it to her lips then pulling it away as soon as she tried to take a sipping. She giggled a bit when he caressed one of her nipples with the glass. The teasing went on for a bit until Mark finally let her sip the Champaign.

Besides the sex, this is what Eileen really enjoyed about being tied up and in the hands of Mark. He lovingly teased her and she felt more alive than she had ever felt before; more loved and more wanted. It was times like these that the big "D" word crossed her mind. However, there were a few things that her husband held over her and she would hate to see come out in open court. Sadly, it seemed that this was a good as it was going to get.

Eileen slowly began to drift off. The combination of her sexual exertions and the wine were making her sleepy. Mark didn't say a word as she nuzzled up beside him and floated into her own dream world.

In fact, Mark grinned a fiendish grin. The sleeping pills he had dissolved into her wine were doing their job. It was time to put his plan into action.

Slowly, Eileen began to wake up from a wonderful, lusty dream. She tried to stretch and she panicked when she found she couldn't. Her eyes flew open and she saw that she was in Mark's studio, trussed up tightly and her lips sealed with a strip of wide tape.

"I see my Galatea has awoken," Mark said as he walked over and looked down at his mummified lover.

Eileen tried to plead through her sealed lips. Mark smiled, leaned over, and gave her a light kiss on her forehead.

"There, there," Mark said, "I know this is probably a very big surprise to find yourself like this. But it’s part of the plan of getting you on the auction block tonight. I must say, my precious little slave, you look gorgeous. Let me roll you over to a mirror so you can take a better look at yourself."

It was a very strange feeling to Eileen, being pushed around the room like a teacart, unable to do much of anything except to whimper through her gag. It was a short trip to the mirror on the studio ceiling but it held a very erotic image frozen in its glass. Eileen looked at herself arched on some sort of metal frame completely encase in some sort of tape. Every curve and shadow was in itself a sensual sculpture. She tried to wiggle a bit, but there was only a slight hint of movement. Mark had indeed turned her into a statue.

As she struggled, Eileen also became more aware of other things. She felt an intruder inside her as well as a more slender one inside her anus. Neither one of the vibrators buzzed. She wondered if they were capable of it.

"You are completely wired, my slave," Mark said, as if reading her mind, "With many little surprises. But I don't want to spoil it for you. However, I do want to show you what you will look like after I get done with you. Just look to your right and you will see what you will be transformed into."

Eileen turned her head and saw a beautiful full-sized statue of a winged woman arcing as if she were flying up into the heavens, breaking through a box of steel and ice. The sculpture was electric blue in color and her angel-like wings were translucent and glowed an eerie bluish green. To Eileen, it reminded her of a hood ornament of an old time car.

"Of course, this is your stunt double," Mark grinned, "And she will replace you when the piece is actually taken home by its new owners. There is a lot more to this sculpture, and you will be able to see it firsthand. But first, I must get you ready for your showing."

Eileen really had a hard time believing that this was actually happening and the thought of being bound in front of maybe a hundred people made her more than a little bit horny and definitely made up for any fears she may have had. She also wondered just how she was wired.

Gently, Mark raised her head and tucked her golden brown hair into a bathing cap. Even when doing this, his touch was electric and she wished that she could get some movement going between her legs. But she could not budge and that alone frustrated her. After all her hair was neatly tucked inside, he started to put a pair of earphones into her ears.

“This is going to be a little uncomfortable, my little slave girl, but you must keep your eyes closed,” Mark told her before finishing with the earphones.

Eileen closed her eyes and felt Mark gently press some tape over them. She desperately wanted to know what he was going to do to her, but her whimpering did little to relieve her situation. Next the bound girl felt something being stuck up her nose. The cool breath of oxygen filled her nasal passages as he sealed the hose in place.

As Mark began wrapping her head in tape, Eileen began to panic. Never had her bondage been so total. She was being slowly mummified completely and there was nothing she could do to stop it. It didn’t take long for Mark to complete the task.

Mark stood back and looked over his work in progress. The heavy rebar frame arched Eileen beautifully. Her arms were bound in back of her and the frame made her point her toes. Her breathing tubes as well as all the cords were taped tightly to her body and would be invisible when he finished her.

Slowly, he tilted her body until she was vertical. As much as he wanted to introduce her to all the fun he had installed on her, he really didn’t have that much time to complete his second sculpture. So the artist focused on what needed to be done in order to get her onto the auction block.

First, he anchored her wings into the frame and made sure that the LED lights worked. Next he brought out several gallons of a heavy rubber-like paint; the same kind used to rubberize the handles of tools. The paint was the same electric blue as the sculpture next to Eileen. Starting with her head, he began to coat her liberally, making sure all of her was covered and there were no drips marring her surface. After she was dry, it would look as if she was cast as one gleaming piece.

Eileen wasn’t sure how long she hung there, completely mummified in tape and rubberized paint, but it had to be hours and her comfort level was dropping fast. Her arms ached as well as her neck and there were several parts of her body she dearly wanted to scratch an itch away. Eileen also needed to pee in a very bad way, the wine having made its way through her. She tried to moan to let Mark know of her discomfort, but very little came out. Finally, she felt some sort of movement and hoped she would be relieved somehow.

A black marble base with the acrylic ice and steel chest awaited Eileen. Mark eased her over to it and feed all of the tubes and wires down through the small hole on top of the base. Next, Mark slowly set the bottom part of the frame into the base, making sure Eileen was secure before releasing her from the cart. Down below the base Mark hooked-up all the wires and tubes that connected to his precious blonde’s bound form.

Eileen felt him rubbing something all over her as she hung there, completely unable to move. Mark began to lovingly polish the rubber-coating with oil in order to make it gleam. He was in his artist mode now, focused on his vision of what Eileen was about to become.

Inside her cocoon, Eileen began to warm to the artist’s attentions. He seemed to be touching every part of her body and being bound as she was, there was nothing she could do but get into her ‘sub space’ and enjoy the feeling of being rubbed.

The bound woman found that she was mentally exploring her own body. She was familiar enough with the feel of a vibrator to know that there was a pair of them inside of her; one residing in her puss and the other eased up inside her anus. She also felt some sort of tiny clamp clipped onto several of her sensitive parts, most notable being her nipples and her clit. Mark had a wonderful creativity when it came to making her cum and she was sure that this would be no exception.

Carefully, Mark took a scalpel and peeled away a portion of the rubber and tape covering her eyes. Eileen opened her eyes to see Mark’s smiling blue eyes looking into hers. She noticed a blue tooth like device off of his right ear and realized that that was the reason she was hearing him so clearly.

“I want you to see all of the people that are going to bid on you, my little slave,” Mark said as he grabbed a small container and make-up brush, “I have some make-up to blend around your eyes.”

Gently he brushed on the paste. Eileen noticed it was almost the same shade as the gleaming rubber encasing her body. Carefully he applied all around her eyes, even having her close her eyes so he could do her eyelids. After he was done, he stood back and looked at her with a critical eye.

“Almost ready for the show, slave,” he smiled.

Actually, Mark had quite a bit to do, but he didn’t want his captive to get too antsy. Not that there was to terribly much she could do about it, but he liked to treat his slaves at least a little like human beings.

The sculptor started finishing off the other winged captive first. Brilliant white rope ensnared its wrists and a bright red swath of tape sealed the sculpture’s lips. Next, the disassembled panels of the burning ice cube were re-assembled around the arcing angel, its wings breaking through the cube in the back of the sculpture. After making sure that the panels looked seamless, Mark plugged the piece in and the cube seemed to come to life.

Shimmering blue and red lights illuminated the trapped angel from below, emphasizing her every curve. The blues caressed the body slowly, like sunlight off a still ocean. The reds flickered between orange and red like flames. The effect was mesmerizing.

“You see, my little slave, the lights react with the observer’s motions. As I walk around the piece, motion detectors in the base activate various lights and sounds.”

Eileen frowned, not being able to hear what the sculpture was doing.

“I took the liberty of recording our little sessions, slave, and I tweaked them a bit to make your sighs sound like the wind moaning; wanting release. It’s subtle but I am sure it will get the reaction I am looking for. I think they are too soft for your earphones to hear. Now to get you ready, slave.”

Just as he had the other sculpture, Mark wrapped some rope around her bound wrists and applied a wide piece of red tape over where her mouth would be. He then started on encasing Eileen in the acrylic and brass panels that would make her look like she was trapped in ice. Looking out through the panels, everything was distorted but she still could make out Mark and everything that made up his studio.

Then Mark turned on the lights.

However, it wasn’t just the lights that turned on. Both of the vibrators began their sadistic hum inside of her. As Mark circled her, they both increased and decreased in their intensity. When Mark was in front of her, the vibe buried in her sex buzzed more. When he moved to in back of her, her anal vibrator hummed more vigorously. But, that wasn’t all. There was a slight tingle in the clips on her nipples and clitoris. As Mark moved closer, the electric tingle became more pronounced until it was almost painful when he was touching the cube.

The combination of all of the sensations coursing through her started the erotic flames dancing inside of her, licking at her libido and starting to fuel her orgasm. She could hear herself moan as her body tried to move in its confines but finding that she was totally immobilized.

“Of course, my little slave girl, you are wired a bit differently than your double and your moaning sounds will be heard, though synthesized a little to sound more like her. So everyone can see you and hear you.”

With a click of a remote, everything turned off.

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