The artist
Jax Teller©2016
By Jax Teller

Art
"The expression or application of man originative skill and imagination, typically in a optical form
such as painting or sculpture, producing piece of work to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or excited power"
Or Emotional Power

The artist

Artists often have more than one medium they prefer to shape with. I was different in that regard, I actually enjoyed using as many different mediums as possible. I was making a sustenance as a Tattoo artist and had my own studio that I also did Energy Department healing, massages, optical maser hairsbreadth removal, Piercing and tattoo removal. At times I had technicians who used my political machine and shop, but I was trained and owned everything as part of a diversified byplay poser. I owned the building and parking lot, and had my private studio apartment near the back and booths I rented in the front. There were clip when I would sleep in my studio apartment for contraption and had all the comfortableness of home.

I had been doing Chinese fire cupping as well and as I was working on a woman with binding problems it occurred to me to use the lap the cups leave on the body as a form of dot intercellular substance type art. Cupping use fire in side a glass cup to produce a vacancy that draws the skin into the cup. The upshot is blood pooling in the surface area to avail in healing. The procedure leaves red circles on the physical structure and can net for hour to Clarence Day or even a week in some cases. I hatched the theme to make a bread and butter piece of art, possibly performance art, by using the unlike size cups and sliding them on the skin to make demarcation and eventually art. The woman I was working on at the time was not the subject I was looking for but did leave me with the mental pictorial matter of the female grade covered with line art from the alkali of the skull to the feet.

My psyche immediately went to a search for a simulation to work out on and I called Lisa a tattoo customer and friend of mine. She came over a couple days later and she said she would be happy to work with me but was not occupy in being my public model. I worked with her body learning to use the loving cup to make art. Those initial cupping sessions were strictly on her back placing the cups dragging them and the outcome that I could make with the cups. One evening I was working on the cart effect from a dress circle around her belly button and she got silly giggling and then it turned to frisky.

Lisa was a beautiful woman who I had met at a party and we had talked about tattooing and that night I slept with her. She was very sexually naive but was finding her self. She wanted a lover that night and I made lovemaking with her. The next morning however she just wanted to go on, which I was good with. Months went by and she came by the shop and ended up getting a tattoo, and after I was done she blew me in my cubicle until I came in her face. From that breaker point on we were protagonist with benefits and it was rarely romanticistic or making love life. She used me as a safety, to practice things she wanted to try but did n't confide to anyone else.

Lisa mentioned to me that she had seen fire cupping before at a kink event, and that it had been part of a fire drama work shop. I asked her where I might be able to see some of that eccentric of blast play. She told me that if I was really concern, Friday dark she would take me to a free rein party as her guest, and there was a honest chance there would be a couple on doing flak play. She made a phone call and confirmed that Erik and Natasha were going to be there and that they would sleep with to make for with her. I had no appointments for Friday so I called one of my bozo and asked him to pass over for me. Friday nighttime at the shop was one of my officious nights of the calendar week with a lot of base on balls in commercial enterprise.

Fri came along and I picked up Lisa and she directed me to the play party telling me how she had stumbled on to the kinky play party and that this one was a very diverse fun chemical group. The house looked like many others in the rural region out position capital of Indiana but there was a lot of cable car outside. The gated driveway was paved and there was an literal parking lot, strange for a private abidance. Once we started getting closer to the door the phone of people and music could be heard. There was an annunciation about consent and the ruler of the political party. And then the period of play began, the starting time pair on the main floor set up and the male secured the female, his sub, to a cross and used a set of floggers on her. It was interesting to me, but not exciting, and we moved on to another subdivision of the house which would normally be a living room.

There was a put off apparatus that was like my massage board, and Lisa said there they are, so we went over to the couple. Lisa introduced me and they were very excited to foregather me as the creative person who did Lisa 's tattoos. We talked for a few minutes and then Natasha asked if Lisa was ready for the play session. Lisa took her clothes off down to a G-string, and Erik helped her get comfortable on the table. I noticed the cupping set following to the table and Natasha asked if she would like to do sack first and she agreed.

Natasha took a metallic tube and sprayed a foam in a pattern onto Lisa 's vertebral column, and then lit it on fire. The flames were controlled and followed the trail of froth around completing a spunk design on Lisa 's back. She wiped the heart off as the flame went out with a dampish hand towel, and then drew a different innovation on her back and lit it. The flame combat injury, twisted following the froth racing, splitting and meeting back up with itself. It went out and Natasha wiped her bet on clean and jerk again and applied a covering of mineral oil to her back and stepped aside.

Erik stepped to Lisa 's English and Natasha handed him what looked like a duo of drumfish sticks the last on fervour. I used a different method of lighting my cups but he went to illumination and place cups on Lisa 's rear in the same style as I would a customer. It was being done for amusement and command, and as I watched them perform I got the final exam picture of my performance. I wanted to do something similar but to depart a figure. After the performance Lisa and I hung around the party but she could see my distraction given all the kinky sorts of things going on were not captivating me in any way. On the way home plate she sucked my peter and I fingered her until she came, but I was too engrossed with the designing in my head to amount. I apologized for not being able to come as I dropped her off at her apartment and she said go draw play it up lover and swayed her pelvic arch as she walked to her door.

When I got back to the studio I began drawing out my estimation, and then mid way through my design I realized it would completely bring out the models genitals. I thought about several other slipway so as not to go near the vagina and asshole, but with out the connection the pattern seemed incomplete. I felt a certain limit and decided that I would do the lesser of my design on willing cleaning woman until the right model came along. I hoped the art would be Sir Thomas More than a frizzle event spectacle and something salient. I also started looking at events to exhibit my performance art and was thinking of doing a Burning Man event.

I put out the word I was looking for a full nude model and went about practicing the lesser parts of my design on unforced canvas. A volunteer named Denise was so taken with the upper body fortune of the intention in the mirrors that she let me go ahead and do the lower half of my design. It was polar for me to sustain the positions worked out and the execution on a willing subject. It was a disgrace that Denise could not get to the point of seeing the task through and letting me photograph her or doing the live functioning. Never the less I gained the experience I needed on her organic structure.

Over the next two months Lisa had come by the studio and I worked my plan on her before she went to playact company. One Saturday afternoon she came by for a cupping session and I fucked her on the mesa with the loving cup on her back. I came deep and hard inside her and she came as I removed the loving cup. It was weird but interesting at the same time. The succeeding cockcrow she called me and told me about how she had been overly excited through the political party knowing she was walking around being played with all the while my seed was seeping from her wet twat. The layer of turpitude that she was becoming involved with amazed me how she had grown in just a few months.

She told me how interested people were on the figure and were interested in meeting me. I refused to fulfill them ahead of my execution piece not wanting to be influenced. The future calendar week went by quickly and then on Thursday night Sheila came into the studio apartment and looked over the scud art on the walls and picture ledger of my tattoo works. She was dressed like she 'd been out clubbing and moved with a sealed sensuality as she looked over the Tattoo awards in the display case. When I finished with the tattoo I was doing, the guest left the studio with care educational activity in helping hand and Sheila came over. I asked her if she was occupy in getting a tattoo, and she said no that she was interested in the mould job.

Fireworks went off in my head and I asked her to come with me to the back, and I asked St. David one of the other tattoo artists to find out the front. His stall had the easily sentiment of the front and he had rented the space from me for two years, so he was used to handling the movement. Sheila sat in my tattoo hot seat giving me a great view of her legs peaking out from her skirt and I explained what I wanted from her as a model. The fact that I would be using every part of her body as my canvas, and that I wanted pictures and video recording of my performance seemed to be of no concern to her. I asked her how she came to find out about the position and she told me she had seen one of my workings at a company and she had asked Lisa.

We talked over the details including her compensation, and I had her mansion a non revelation agreement. She finely asked to see my sketch of the innovation and I pulled out the pad with the designs. The sketch of the vaginal division and how it was sum to the design seemed to impress her. She looked over the rest of them but came back to the kickoff and asked if I had choreographed any particular display after my work was done. I told her I had not and she offered to work up a dance routine for my blessing for after the cupping workplace was done to finalize the display of my work.

We really seemed to hit it off from the first moment, and I asked her if she was available for a calendar week of testing and education. She committed to the clock time material body I requested and then she asked me do a"normal"healing academic session with her so she could get the feeling of the cupful. I asked if she had any sore muscles or subject and she said her cover was sore from a terpsichore routine she had been practicing. She stood up stripped her dress off without waver folding them neatly and placing them on the death chair and then laid on the massage table. Her torso was closely, muscular, and her peel was very light, double-dyed to show off the cupping.

As I worked on massaging her back, rubbing oil into her muscular tissue, she told me she was a discipline Ballerina but had been stripping to pay her bills. I announced that I was starting and proceeded to luminosity and shoes cups on her binding. When I was done placing them, I started moving them around, one by one and she giggled. I had mirrors all around my work blank space so node could take in me tattoo if they wished, and when I pulled the first cup from her back, Sheila said oh Wow. She commented on how sorry the ring was and asked how farsighted it would last. I told her that this would be a good test, that some survive hour, some daylight and on some people they lasted a week.

When I was done removing the cup I finished the massage and she turned over. Her breasts were the perfect size and shape for the pattern I had in judgement and then I saw the patch of hair over her vagina. I asked her if she would mind loosing the landing strip of hair. She said no trouble, that she would shave it off. I suggested that if she was OK with it, I would like to use the laser pilus removal system to more permanently take out the hair. She said sure that would be great, and ran her fingers through the landing strip of hair over her pussy letting a fingerbreadth slide down into the pussy before pulling it to her mouth. I realized I was sporting Sir Henry Wood and turned away.

We were getting along so well I was beginning to palpate like she had a veridical contribution to the project beside being my sail. I asked her spell sideways and put her feet up on the border of the tabular array. Sheila said now ? And I said sure if you want. She was moving into emplacement before I answered here. I pulled the cart with the laser over and I sat on my peal commode. I slid up between her peg, put on a span of nitrite gloves, trimmed the hairsbreadth using barrage operated limiter from the cart and began using the laser. Sheila shuddered for a second and giggled that it tickled. I pulled the lip to her vagina to one slope to use the laser and noted how wet she was.

virtually people are tolerant of the laser process but some require a pain reducing gel that numbs the area exchangeable to emollient used in Europe for tattooing. Sheila was the first someone in my experience that was being sexually pleasured by the sensation. He musky fragrance and very tenuous apparent movement of her pelvis led me to cogitate she was really enjoying the procedure. As I looked up to her face to guess her reaction I noticed her nipples were standing at attending and the pupils of her optic were full open up. I worked the area all around her vagina and then asked her to get on her hands and knees so I could do around her prick. She seemed shy about spreading her ass brass but complied. I removed the hair around her anus and I finished up by wiping the cutis and applying a brightness level coat of mineral oil.

As I rubbed the oil in I found myself knuckle deep in her dickhead before realizing it, and I immediately turned away, and moved the cart. Sheila turned back over and sat on the edge of the table again, and asked me if there was anything else I 'd wish to do to her consistence ? She looked like she was in hotness and the interrogative sentence was loaded with expectations as she smiled at me. I said not tonight and that I would care to go get diner and I invited her along. She asked at 1 am ? To which I said, to me it is diner sentence, and the Olympic diner is open 24/7.

Sheila said Hellenic is cool and as we walked to the front threshold, I asked Johnson to lock up when he was done. Sheila followed me to the Olympic and we continued talking about the project throughout buffet car. I paid for dining compartment and outside she asked me if I would like company tonight. The sun was just starting to come up on the horizon, and I said follow me. I drove to my sign of the zodiac on the north side of meat of Indy and I opened the gate with my remote and waited until she followed me in and the gate closed behind her. When we got tot he household she parked and came over and asked so this is your place ? I said yeah bought and paid for with ink.

Sheila said ink can only do so much, it 's your natural endowment and business sense that got you here. I thanked her for her variety words and led her into the house. I told her that I was tired and that if she did n't mind I would skip the tour, for bed. She said that 's what she wanted to listen, and I led her to my bed way. I started shedding clothes and She came over to me and assisted me in taking my clothes off rubbing her hands over my pectus and down to my belt as I finished removing my shirt. I was n't used to be undressed like this but she was enjoying herself, and my pants along with my underwear dropped to the floor, my cock sprang free of it 's confines.

Sheila looked my peter over all most drooling and said I would have got never guessed you were full-length, as she pulled the foreskin back and took my pecker in her mouthpiece. She floated as she moved to her knees and her mouth was velvety and worked with experience and deliberate actions. Her spit hit the secretory organ on the underside of my cock and my stifle buckled for a endorsement and a thrill went through me. I sat back on the edge of the bed and Sheila pulled my pants and underclothes off my ramification. As she slithered up to my cock she pushed her white meat still in her blouse together and then released them as I looked at them. She took my cock in her rima oris with out touching it with her hands. She really seemed to lie with her way around a cock.

She worked my cock like no woman had before and it was n't foresighted before I felt the twinge of orgasm in my balls. Sheila must experience sensed it as well because she let go of my cock and dragged herself up to snog me on the mouthpiece, her titty dragging over my cock as she did. As we broke the osculation she sat back on her cad and pulled her blouse over her brain and off. She undid her very pretty lacy expensive looking bra and put it to the incline with the blouse. She stood up although to be sightly it seemed more like she rose up off the flooring just as the djinny 's carpeting did for Aladdin. She released an internal bash to her skirt and it glided to the base, captivating in that it too seem to blow to the level like a feather.

She pushed me ever so gently back on to my bed and glided up, onto the bed with me. She grasped my balls and slid over me to my other side twisting my ballock as she moved over me. It was uncomfortable but my cock liked it as it grew harder at her administrations. Sheila was in control but everything she did seemed to serve well me, and my needs. It was unusual in that the counterweight of controlling while serving seemed so natural to her so inviting to me to see to it her by allowing her the ascendence over me. Before I could think much more about it she straddled me, facing me and looked down at her chest first getting my total attention on them. Then she hovered raising herself up and guided my cock into the folds of her kitty-cat, looking down drawing my aid to the view before me.

As my regard focused on my putz and her maneuvering, she impaled herself with my cock. She drew her hands up her incline and grasped my men pulling them to her breasts. Holding my hand on her breasts she pinched her nipples, and then harder, grueling than I would stimulate and I felt her kitty-cat moisten as she pinched even harder. She began wiggling her hips and making tiny circles on my peter never raising or lowering, just circling. She seemed to understand just how much pleasure this was bringing me because she smiled and then she started sliding front to punt, still never raising or lowering herself. Her movements were n't fast but were deliberate and almost forceful.

She began to sway back and Forth River and picked up her pep pill a piffling, still pushing back almost to the point of my cock popping out of her and then to the opposite focusing. Sheila was totally in control as far as I was concerned but once again she gauged and reacted to every movement to defecate certain it was having the pleasuring effect she wanted me to feel. The experience was unlike I had ever experienced before and I was enjoying it so much that I did n't want to total right then, but felt my coming edifice. Sheila seemed to read me perfectly and begged me to come.


It was n't like I was n't going to come, even if she 'd stopped moving all together, but she begged me to please fill her with my precious hot seed. She was so sweet and yet vulgar at the same time, fuck me, fill me, and then she shook and I felt her pussy muscles clamp and release my cock several time and it was as if a dam inside her had broke and she cried as she squirted and her slit repeatedly clenched my hammer. I could n't contain back any more, although why I was trying was wild, and as the first base spurt of come blasted into her it was if some one had shoved a hot ember inside her pussy, she screamed and cried and road my prick fiercely. It was almost concerning how firmly she was coming and her body clamping onto mine, and then she collapsed on top of me.

My cock twitching trying to throw out every last drib of come in inside her as she lay motionless, breathing heavily, and then our mouths just seemed to have come together in a candy kiss. A osculation that lasted, each of us needing more from each other, one more s and then one more, I rolled her onto her bet on my pecker still buried inside her. I held her hands up and out to the slope and kept kissing her. From the moment we met she seemed to make love exactly what I wanted, what I needed. As I rolled her over it was as if Karma itself had told me that this is what she needed. As we parted I looked deep into her eyes and let go of her mitt and ran it along face of her face and pulled her into another kiss.

I broke the buss and we adjusted to a smooch position and I hugged her conclusion to me and I whispered into her ear thank you. It was 6 60 minutes later when she woke me to tell me she had to go, but that she would call when she was finished. I was still in a sleep induced haze and thanked her for last Nox and she was gone, I was n't surely she heard me or if she was even very as I drifted back to sleep. My phone rang at 6 pm and Kraut at the shop class said that there was a customer who wanted to have a tattoo done that was more my skill level. I told him to pass along that I would be there in an hour, and I heard the customer in the book binding primer coat say she would just get a sharpness to eat and be back. The vocalism sounded intimate but in my state I could n't place it.

As I put my feet on the base I looked for my clothes and then I saw them folded neatly on the chair. I went over to peck the pants up and noticed a Federal Reserve note. Sheila had written her number on the note of hand and said thank you for a wonderful morning. So the aspiration was actual and she was actual and for once in a yearn meter I was n't focused on the blueprint or the shop, or the line of work, all I could reckon of is how wonderful she made me experience. Sex was sex, and that part was great but I felt a real association with her, as if she had been made just for me.

The End Chapter 1 Jax Teller©2016