A Dark Masterpiece: Posing for a Kinky Art Commission

December 20, 2024

Hi my Friends!

Here I am again in our group with a photo that Francis took of me (summary 11 from Post No. 3) when I was 28 years old; I’m so tanned because he took it shortly after I returned from my summer beach vacation. The photo itself isn’t very artistic, as it was part of some test shots he was doing for ideas for a commissioned painting from a regular client of an art gallery.

This all happened against the backdrop of one of the kinkiest stories of my life up to that point, and I had already had many, with even more extreme ones to come later on, even recently. I’ll talk about that in other posts here or on the blog, although possibly here since those posts might be a bit too intense for such a popular place like the blog. However, here in the group, everything stays between us, and I talk about things I wouldn’t dare to share on the blog.

I've talked about this in another post, but in summary, that client wanted a painting about a meter high that depicted the hanging of a naked girl in a dimly lit atmosphere with contrasting lights and shadows, like a nighttime scene illuminated by torches, and specifically in a dark style.

An important part of the painting was that the hanging rope had to be thick, made of hemp, and an authentic, functional hanging-noose. Francis had to install a big stainless steel ring in the ceiling of his newly rented artist studio, which was also his home; a few years later, he bought it and still lives and works there. The last time I was there just a few weeks ago, the ring was still in the same place.

Apart from the painting, Francis hung me from that ring by my neck as well as by my hands tied above my head on numerous other occasions during our domination-submission games, especially for whipping me with a 'seven-tailed whip' that he improvised by joining ropes and leather strips taken from a belt. It was also where he would hang me by my arms to 'stimulate' my nipples with the bamboo stick and then, when I begged him, he would fuck me standing while I was hanging. Those kinds of somewhat extreme BDSM things, including pain and humiliation, that excite me so much have never been something my husband wanted to do... his loss, that's why I ask other guys to do them to me.

Returning to the painting, the commission included the delivery of a dossier with the preliminary sketches, as well as photos of the painting's progression showing Francis’s studio with him painting and me, the model, posing.

The client wanted the painting, drawings, and photographs to decorate the room of a BDSM club in a nearby city. He also included two conditions: the first was that he and another club member could come to Francis’s studio at least once to witness one of the posing sessions; the second was that on the day the painting was hung in the club, they would organize a reception to which the members, about ten men, were invited. Francis and I would attend, with me being naked as was the rule for all the girls there, and at a given moment the fabric covering the painting would be retired and we would perform a show simulating the hanging in a manner similar to the painting, and one of the members would take photos for the club’s archives.

On the day in question, six members attended in total, and two of them brought their submissive girls, who were also naked. Fortunately, I was much more attractive than them and became the center of attention and the lustful gazes of the attendees, which I love. Francis tied my hands behind my back in front of everyone, and while he hung me with the original rope from a hook in the ceiling of the room, the club president unveiled the painting, which was beside me, and it was received with an ovation and applause.

The very perverse Francis tightened the rope more than usual that day, let’s say exuberantly, until my face turned noticeably red, to the lustful admiration of the attendees. We had rehearsed this several times before in the studio and discovered that this somewhat risky game made us both very horny, with me being the one who incited him to tighten the rope with more force.

Before meeting Francis, I had already had a couple of experiences having sex with a tight rope around my neck, one of them really extreme with a janitor from the faculty where I obtained my MSc, with whom I had a very peculiar affair during the six years of my university studies (summary 5 in Post No. 2). All this is a display of my submissive side with a touch of masochism, something I discovered at a very young age. We will talk about these experiences and others later in the field of BDSM and sex with risk and extreme submission, but in the meantime, I recommend you take a look at post A Portrait by My Master: When BDSM Play Became the Real Thing, and summary 17 of Post No. 4."

Francis was just starting out, trying to make his way in the challenging art world, and he was in great need of funds. The commission was for a very respectable amount for the time. Additionally, it would make him known in another city, which would open the door to more commissions, for example, from some of the club members, as indeed happened. But Francis feared that I might find it too... intense or perverted and might not want to accept it. He was also worried that my husband Dan (summary 10 in Post No. 3), who is his best friend for life, would not approve of either the theme of the painting or my participation in a public erotic show, especially given the subject matter.

Francis and I had included BDSM themes in our relationship as lovers almost from the first day we had sex, which was two years ago. But it was only as games to experiment with: bondage, whipping with ropes, tying me up and having sex, whipping my nipples with a thin bamboo cane until I went crazy with excitement and it seemed like my nipples were going to pop like champagne corks, etc. However, we had never done anything related to this theme, which was more connected to Thanatos than to Eros.

When he timidly proposed it to me, I accepted immediately. In fact, I confess that the whole idea excited me, and throughout the process of the painting, I contributed some ideas to make it even more realistic and kinky. As for my husband, I told him about the idea, including that Francis and I were invited to the reception at the club for the delivery of the painting, but I didn’t tell him that I would be 'hanged' naked by Francis in a show in front of ten guys... I would tell him that afterwards, which I did... well, my dear reader, don’t look at me like that! I omitted, I didn’t lie...

As for the photo, the pose is somewhat similar to the one that ultimately served for the painting, the position of my head is one of the main features of the photo, and in the final pose my hands were tightly tied behind my back. The portrait of Einstein you see beside me was a gift from Francis the day we officially became lovers at the age of 23, a few months after I married Dan, and it has always accompanied me in my office at work or at home. Right now, as I am writing these lines, that portrait is hanging on the wall next to me.

I will continue sharing more about this experience in future posts here in the group.

Kisses

Aura