Becoming Art

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Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Reluctant, Lesbian, BDSM, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Lactation, Body Modification, Big Breasts, Slow, Transformation, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: A woman's reluctant transformation into being a work of art.

Written at a reader' request. I want to thank Steph for being my muse and collaborator.

Loretta Sky scanned the room. She was attending a professional mixer, not that she needed any more contacts. No, she was here looking for a canvas for her newest project. Loretta is a proud lesbian and she wanted a canvas on which she can create a mural to the history of lesbianism. Others had created such murals, but they had done so in a mundane fashion, on fabric, wood, or marble. Not Loretta Sky. She would create her mural on a different canvas. Her canvas would be a woman's body.

To make her project even more fun, the woman she would use as her canvas would not be a volunteer. Not that Loretta would stoop to kidnapping or some such. No, she would mold the woman's psyche slowly until she realized her purpose in life was as a work or art.

Almost ready to give up on this venue as a hunting ground, her eye was caught by an attractive woman in maybe her late 30s. She had nice large tits, something Loretta knew her canvas required.

Loretta moved quickly but not too obviously over to her prey.

"Hi there. My name's Loretta. How are you today?"

"Oh, hi. I'm Stephanie."

"You look a little lost. Stephanie."

"Well, I'm not really sure why I came. A friend from work suggested it but. Oh, I don't know."

"Why don't you stick with me? I can show you the ropes and introduce you to some people."

"Thank you. That would be lovely. I was hoping to get some contacts, maybe a lead on a new job."

"Oh, what do you do?"

"I'm an office manager. What about you?"

"I run my own business."

Stephanie looked her over and then said "Must be pretty successful."

Loretta laughed and said "You could say that. I cleared 27 million last year after taxes."

"My lord! What are you doing here? Surely you don't need any other contacts?"

"No, I don't. I was looking for someone I could help. I think I've found her."

"Why would you want to help a stranger?"

"It's a hobby. If you really want to know. I have everything I want in life, so now I indulge myself in various hobbies. Another one is art. I love creating beautiful things, well, maybe I should say inspiring others with my ideas and having them create the art. Now, let's introduce you to some people."

For the next two hours, Stephanie met person after person. Many were interesting but not able to help her. But, all in all, it was a productive evening.

As the evening ended, Loretta turned to her and said "How about this Saturday I take you with me to an event where you will meet some really important people?"

"Could I bring my husband?"

"I think this event would be better if you were by yourself. Remember, this is about selling you. I am sure your husband is a wonderful guy. But let's keep things simple. I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow evening. Wear something nice."

"I'm not sure if I have anything suitable."

"In that case, why don't we get together for lunch and then we'll go shopping?"

"That sounds lovely. You really don't have to do all this."

"But I insist. You are my current project."

Not sure how to react to being called a 'project, ' Stephanie just stood there.

"Now, why don't I pick you up at your place at 12? Give me your address and number."

Stephanie was still not sure how she felt about all this but gave her the information anyway. Later, in the privacy of her car, she reflected on her evening and her experience with Loretta. She realized that, while she'd told Loretta all about herself, she'd learned little about her new benefactor. Loretta seemed so nice but there was something inside her that made Stephanie wonder. She finally wrote it off to the woman's obvious immense talent and intelligence.

The next day found Stephanie waiting nervously in her house for 12 to roll around. She'd told her husband about her experiences but he'd scoffed and said she should be excited someone so successful had decided to take her under her wing.

Loretta's limousine showed up right on time. Stephanie was impressed when the chauffer jumped out and held the door open for her. She'd assumed the driver would only do that for Loretta. Once inside she was greeted warmly by her benefactor. They swept off to lunch at an exclusive restaurant where Loretta was obviously well known.

They were not given menus, so Stephanie was unsure of what to order. But Loretta was not fazed. In fact, when the waiter came up, she announced that she would have the baked scrod with a green salad and that Stephanie would have the same.

Loretta saw the look on Stephanie's face and said "You must learn to watch what you eat. Your body is a canvas and must be kept ready for the art it is designed to bear. That said, I think we can indulge in a little champagne"

Thinking that Loretta meant the clothes they were going to buy, just shook off the comment about being a canvas. They chatted over their drinks and generally got closer. It was in this chatty conversation that Stephanie mentioned that she had pierced nipples, to which Loretta said "How delightful! I think a woman's body is designed to be enhanced by whatever most suits her."

All in all, it was a delightful afternoon. They had such a great time. Loretta even insisted on paying for Stephanie's dress. Somewhere in that time, Loretta convinced her to get a tattoo. She immediately swept Stephanie off to a tattoo artist she knew where a heart was placed right about her bush.

The day seemed to slip away and finally Loretta said "My, it is getting late. Why don't you call your husband and tell him you won't be coming home until after the party? We can go to my place, get a little nap and then head off."

Stephanie made the call and soon found herself taking a nap in a magnificent room in what could easily be called a mansion. She was awoken by a maid at 5:30 and told it was time to get ready. The maid took her into the bathroom and hovered nearby while Stephanie took a shower. She then did her make up for her before helping her to dress. This was a new experience for Stephanie but she felt so pampered that it swept away any nervousness.

It wasn't until she saw herself in her new dress that her nervousness returned. The dress showed off so much of her body. She had been given a shelf bra to wear under the dress. Combined with the way the bra held them out and the low cut of the dress, her breasts were practically on display! Luckily, the dress was not so low cut as to reveal her large areolae; but then Loretta came into the room and exclaimed "Darling, you look scrumptious. Everyone will be drooling over you. Now we must be going."

With that, they took off. It was a night Stephanie would never forget. The venue was magnificent, the food divine, and the people were so obviously rich. Loretta took her hand and led her around, introducing her to so many people. In some ways it seemed that Loretta was showing her off. Stephanie could see no reason for her to do that. It wasn't until 2 in the morning that Loretta dropped her off and Stephanie was exhausted.

The next morning as she lay in bed, Stephanie reflected on her experiences the day before. It was then that she realized that it was Loretta that had chosen her dress and the tattoo, not herself. She had also held her hand the entire evening. Stephanie finally decided that it did not matter because she had a lot to learn about being with upper crust people.

Stephanie's cell phone rang that afternoon and upon picking it up, heard Loretta's voice. "Darling, you did so well last night. We'll have to do something again next weekend. There is a luncheon I want to take you to."

This time Stephanie decided she had to take her husband. She said "But this time I want my husband to come with us."

There was silence on the line for minute before she heard Loretta agree. The week went along normally except that she received a package midweek. It was a beautiful dress with shoes. The dress was not as revealing as the last, but it was still slightly scandalous. Looking at herself in the dress, she realized that her husband had nothing so elegant. So that evening they went shopping for a suit for him. It was more expensive than they could really afford but she knew that he'd need something nice to fit in.

Saturday rolled around. Once again. Loretta's limousine showed up at the door. But this time, the chauffer did not leap out to open the door for them. So her husband had to open it. Inside, Loretta cooed at her, but barely acknowledged her husband. The whole afternoon seemed to go that way. Once again, Loretta held her hand as she led Stephanie around, stopping here and there to chat with someone. Her husband trailed along, obviously uncomfortable and underdressed in this, so elegant crowd.

Later, after they had gotten home, he complained about being dragged to such an event and how out of place he'd felt. He also said it seemed that Loretta held Stephanie's hand, not in a loving way, but rather in a possessive way. He complained that was his role, not this strange woman's. Stephanie was his wife!

Stephanie didn't know what to say to all this. She told him he was being silly. That Loretta was just trying to introduce her to people that could help her career.

It was midweek again when Stephanie's cell phone rang and it was Loretta again.

"Darling, you did so well Saturday. But now I have a problem that I think you could solve. I have these silly young people on my personal staff and they need some looking after. I think you'd be perfect for the role. Interested?"

"Me? Really, work for you?"

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