The artist
Jax Teller©2016
By Jax Teller

Art
"The expression or applications programme of homo creative skill and mental imagery, typically in a visual form
such as house painting or sculpture, producing body of work to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional might"
Or Emotional Power

The Artist

Artists often have more than one medium they prefer to work with. I was different in that esteem, I actually enjoyed using as many different mediums as possible. I was making a living as a Tattoo creative person and had my own studio apartment that I also did free energy healing, massages, Laser hair removal, Piercing and tattoo removal. At clip I had technicians who used my machine and workshop, but I was trained and owned everything as constituent of a diversified clientele model. I owned the edifice and parking lot, and had my common soldier studio near the back and booths I rented in the front. There were sentence when I would log Z's in my studio apartment for convenience and had all the comforts of family.

I had been doing Formosan ardor cupping as well and as I was working on a woman with back trouble it occurred to me to use the circles the cups leave on the physical structure as a form of dot intercellular substance type art. Cupping uses blast in position a glass cup to create a emptiness that draws the skin into the cup. The final result is blood pooling in the country to help in healing. The physical process leaves red circles on the body and can conclusion for hour to sidereal day or even a calendar week in some cases. I hatched the idea to cook a life slice of art, possibly performance art, by using the dissimilar size of it cups and sliding them on the hide to realize line of work and eventually art. The woman I was working on at the time was not the subject area I was looking for but did lead me with the mental picture of the female physical body covered with production line art from the root of the skull to the feet.

My idea immediately went to a search for a mannikin to ferment on and I called Lisa a tattoo client and friend of mine. She came over a couple days later and she said she would be felicitous to work with me but was not matter to in being my public poser. I worked with her consistency learning to use the cups to realise art. Those initial transfuse Roger Sessions were strictly on her back placing the loving cup dragging them and the effect that I could make with the cupful. One evening I was working on the cart effect from a 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 political party and we had talked about tattooing and that night I slept with her. She was very sexually naive but was finding her ego. She wanted a devotee that nighttime and I made honey with her. The succeeding morning however she just wanted to actuate on, which I was proficient 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 Booth until I came in her boldness. From that decimal point on we were friends with welfare and it was rarely romantic or making love life. She used me as a safety, to praxis things she wanted to try but did n't trust to anyone else.

Lisa mentioned to me that she had seen flak cupping before at a kink event, and that it had been function of a fire manoeuvre piece of work shop. I asked her where I might be capable to see some of that type of fire play. She told me that if I was really matter to, Fri Night she would take me to a fun party as her guest, and there was a good chance there would be a pair doing fervency play. She made a phone outcry and confirmed that Erik and Natasha were going to be there and that they would love to play with her. I had no engagement for Fri so I called one of my guys and asked him to cover for me. Fri dark at the store was one of my busiest nights of the week with a lot of walk in business.

Friday 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 child's play parties and that this one was a very diverse fun group. The mansion looked like many others in the rural area out face Indianapolis but there was a lot of cars outside. The gated driveway was paved and there was an existent parking lot, unusual for a private residence. Once we started getting finisher to the door the sound of citizenry and music could be heard. There was an declaration about consent and the formula of the party. And then the turn began, the first pair on the main trading floor set up and the male secured the female, his sub, to a interbreeding 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 household which would normally be a living room.

There was a table setup that was like my massage mesa, and Lisa said there they are, so we went over to the duo. Lisa introduced me and they were very excited to meet me as the artist who did Lisa 's tattoos. We talked for a few minutes and then Natasha asked if Lisa was ready for the looseness session. Lisa took her wearing apparel off down to a thong, and Erik helped her get comfortable on the mesa. I noticed the cupping set next to the table and Natasha asked if she would like to do fire first and she agreed.

Natasha took a metal tube and sprayed a froth in a design onto Lisa 's back, and then lit it on fervor. The flames were controlled and followed the trail of foam around completing a pump plan on Lisa 's back. She wiped the substance off as the flame went out with a moist hand towel, and then drew a unlike design on her back and lit it. The flame lesion, twisted following the foam racing, splitting and meeting back up with itself. It went out and Natasha wiped her back clean again and applied a coating of mineral oil to her back and stepped aside.

Erik stepped to Lisa 's side and Natasha handed him what looked like a pair of drum sticks the ends on fire. I used a unlike method of lighting my cups but he went to illumination and home cups on Lisa 's rear in the same way as I would a client. It was being done for amusement and control, and as I watched them perform I got the final photograph of my performance. I wanted to do something similar but to impart a innovation. After the performance Lisa and I hung around the political party but she could see my distraction given all the kinky form of thing going on were not captivating me in any way. On the way home she sucked my dick and I fingered her until she came, but I was too engrossed with the design in my point to hail. I apologized for not being able-bodied to come as I dropped her off at her apartment and she said go hooking it up lover and swayed her hips as she walked to her door.

When I got back to the studio I began drawing out my idea, and then mid way through my innovation I realized it would completely expose the models genitals. I thought about several other mode so as not to go near the vagina and asshole, but with out the connection the figure seemed uncomplete. I felt a certain restriction and decided that I would do the lesser of my innovation on volition women until the mightily model came along. I hoped the art would be more than a kink up effect spectacle and something salient. I also started looking at events to expose my carrying into action art and was thinking of doing a electrocution Man event.

I put out the word I was looking for a wide-cut nude statue model and went about practicing the less region of my design on will canvases. A Volunteer named Denise was so taken with the upper consistence portion of the design in the mirrors that she let me go ahead and do the lower half of my blueprint. It was polar for me to have the office worked out and the performance on a volition field of study. It was a shame that Denise could not get to the distributor point of seeing the project through and letting me shoot her or doing the subsist operation. Never the LE I gained the experience I needed on her consistence.

Over the succeeding two months Lisa had come by the studio and I worked my aim on her before she went to recreate party. One Saturday afternoon she came by for a cupping academic term and I fucked her on the tabular array with the cups on her back. I came deep and hard inside her and she came as I removed the cups. It was eldritch but matter to at the Lapp clip. The future morning she called me and told me about how she had been overly excited through the party knowing she was walking around being played with all the while my come was seeping from her wet pussy. The horizontal surface of putrefaction that she was becoming involved with amazed me how she had grown in just a few month.

She told me how interest hoi polloi were on the designs and were interested in meeting me. I refused to conform to them ahead of my functioning piece not wanting to be influenced. The next hebdomad went by quickly and then on Thursday night Sheila came into the studio apartment and looked over the flash art on the walls and picture books of my tattoo works. She was dressed like she 'd been out clubbing and moved with a certain sensuality as she looked over the Tattoo awards in the show case. When I finished with the tattoo I was doing, the client left the studio with care instructions in hand and Sheila came over. I asked her if she was interested in getting a tattoo, and she said no that she was interested in the modeling job.

firework went off in my head and I asked her to come with me to the vertebral column, and I asked Jacques Louis David one of the other tattoo creative person to watch the front. His Booth had the Charles Herbert Best perspective of the front and he had rented the space from me for two years, so he was used to handling the front. Sheila sat in my tattoo death chair giving me a groovy view of her legs peaking out from her wench and I explained what I wanted from her as a role model. The fact that I would be using every part of her physical structure as my sail, and that I wanted pictures and television 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 works at a party and she had asked Lisa.

We talked over the contingent including her recompense, and I had her sign a non disclosure correspondence. She finely asked to see my survey of the aim and I pulled out the pad with the designing. The sketch of the vaginal discussion section and how it was heart and soul to the design seemed to impress her. She looked over the rest of them but came back to the first and postulate if I had choreographed any particular show after my work was done. I told her I had not and she offered to work up a terpsichore routine for my commendation for after the cupping work was done to finalize the display of my body of work.

We really seemed to hit it off from the first here and now, and I asked her if she was available for a week of testing and training. She committed to the sentence frame I requested and then she asked me do a"normal"healing session with her so she could get the look of the cup. I asked if she had any sore muscles or progeny and she said her back was sore from a dance modus operandi she had been practicing. She stood up stripped her clothes off without reluctance folding them neatly and placing them on the chairwoman and then laid on the massage tabular array. Her body was tight, sinewy, and her peel was very igniter, consummate to show off the cupping.

As I worked on massaging her vertebral column, rubbing oil into her sinew, she told me she was a cultivate Ballerina but had been stripping to pay her nib. I announced that I was starting and proceeded to luminousness and blank space cups on her vertebral column. 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 so client could see me tattoo if they wished, and when I pulled the first cup from her back, Sheila said oh Wow. She commented on how grim the mob was and asked how recollective it would last. I told her that this would be a good psychometric test, that some go hours, some day and on some hoi polloi they lasted a week.

When I was done removing the cups I finished the massage and she turned over. Her breasts were the perfect size of it and configuration for the design I had in intellect and then I saw the eyepatch of hair over her vagina. I asked her if she would mind loosing the landing strip of tomentum. She said no problem, that she would shave it off. I suggested that if she was OK with it, I would like to use the laser hair removal system to more permanently remove the tomentum. She said sure that would be not bad, and ran her fingers through the bring down comic strip of pilus over her pussy letting a finger slide down into the prick before pulling it to her lip. I realized I was sporting wood and turned away.

We were getting along so well I was beginning to sense like she had a real contribution to the project beside being my sheet. I asked her turn of events sideways and put her feet up on the edge of the table. Sheila said now ? And I said sure if you want. She was moving into perspective before I answered here. I pulled the go-cart with the laser over and I sat on my rolling stool. I slid up between her legs, put on a couple of nitrite gloves, trimmed the whisker using barrage operated limiter from the go-cart and began using the optical maser. Sheila shuddered for a second and giggled that it tickled. I pulled the lip to her vagina to one incline to use the optical maser and noted how wet she was.

to the highest degree people are tolerant of the laser operation but some require a pain reducing gel that numbs the arena similar to creams used in Europe for tattooing. Sheila was the foremost person in my experience that was being sexually pleasured by the sense datum. He musky olfactory property and very fragile drive of her rose hip led me to suppose she was really enjoying the process. As I looked up to her typeface to estimate her reaction I noticed her nipples were standing at attention and the pupils of her eyes were wide spread out. I worked the domain all around her vagina and then asked her to get on her hands and knees so I could do around her asshole. She seemed shy about spreading her ass cheeks but complied. I removed the haircloth around her anus and I finished up by wiping the skin and applying a light coating of mineral oil.

As I rubbed the oil in I found myself knuckle deep in her bunghole 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 care to do to her body ? She looked like she was in heat energy and the doubt was loaded with expectations as she smiled at me. I said not tonight and that I would like to go get diner and I invited her along. She asked at 1 am ? To which I said, to me it is diner time, and the Olympic diner is outdoors 24/7.

Sheila said Greek is cool and as we walked to the breast threshold, I asked President Lyndon Johnson to lock up when he was done. Sheila followed me to the Olympic and we continued talking about the undertaking throughout buffet car. I paid for buffet car and outside she asked me if I would like caller tonight. The sun was just starting to come up on the visible horizon, and I said follow me. I drove to my house on the north side 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 firm 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 talent and commercial enterprise good sense that got you here. I thanked her for her sort 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 discover, and I led her to my bed room. I started shedding clothes and She came over to me and assisted me in taking my apparel off rubbing her hands over my chest and down to my smash 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 storey, my dick sprang free of it 's confines.

Sheila looked my prick over all most dribble and said I would have never guessed you were uncut, as she pulled the prepuce back and took my turncock in her mouth. She floated as she moved to her human knee and her lip was velvety and worked with experience and deliberate military action. Her tongue hit the glands on the underside of my rooster and my knees buckled for a s and a quiver went through me. I sat back on the edge of the bed and Sheila pulled my drawers and underclothing off my legs. As she slithered up to my cock she pushed her breasts still in her blouse together and then released them as I looked at them. She took my tool in her mouth with out touching it with her custody. She really seemed to know her way around a cock.

She worked my cock like no woman had before and it was n't long before I felt the twinge of orgasm in my balls. Sheila must let sensed it as well because she let go of my prick and dragged herself up to kiss me on the rima oris, her breasts dragging over my turncock as she did. As we broke the kiss she sat back on her heels and pulled her blouse over her caput and off. She undid her very pretty lacy expensive looking bra and put it to the side with the blouse. She stood up although to be reasonable it seemed more like she rose up off the floor just as the jinnee 's carpet did for Aladdin. She released an home whang to her skirt and it glided to the floor, captivating in that it too seem to float to the flooring 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 ball and slid over me to my former side twisting my formal as she moved over me. It was uncomfortable but my rooster liked it as it grew harder at her presidential term. Sheila was in control condition but everything she did seemed to dish me, and my needs. It was strange in that the residual of controlling while serving seemed so natural to her so tempt to me to control her by allowing her the dominance over me. Before I could think much more about it she straddled me, facing me and looked down at her breasts first getting my good tending on them. Then she hovered raising herself up and guided my cock into the folds of her twat, looking down drawing my attention to the view before me.

As my regard focused on my tool and her maneuvering, she impaled herself with my tool. She drew her hands up her slope and grasped my hands pulling them to her breasts. Holding my hands on her titty she pinched her nipples, and then harder, operose than I would throw and I felt her pussy moisten as she pinched even harder. She began wiggling her hips and making tiny circles on my shaft never raising or lowering, just circling. She seemed to empathise just how much joy this was bringing me because she smiled and then she started sliding front man to bet on, still never raising or lowering herself. Her movements were n't fast but were deliberate and almost emphatic.

She began to rock back and forth and picked up her speed a piddling, still pushing back almost to the stage of my cock popping out of her and then to the diametrical direction. Sheila was totally in control as far as I was concerned but once again she gauged and reacted to every movement to stimulate sure it was having the pleasuring impression 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 come right then, but felt my sexual climax edifice. Sheila seemed to show me perfectly and begged me to come.


It was n't like I was n't going to fall, even if she 'd stopped moving all together, but she begged me to please replete her with my precious hot seed. She was so sweet and yet vulgar at the Saame time, make love me, satisfy me, and then she shook and I felt her cunt brawniness clamp and release my cock several clock time and it was as if a dam inside her had broke and she cried as she squirted and her kitty repeatedly clenched my putz. I could n't hold back any Thomas More, although why I was trying was disturbed, and as the first 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 rooster fiercely. It was almost concerning how difficult she was coming and her body clamping onto mine, and then she collapsed on top of me.

My shaft twitching trying to expel every last drop cloth of come inside her as she lay motionless, breathing heavily, and then our mouths just seemed to give birth come together in a buss. A candy kiss that lasted, each of us needing more from each former, one Thomas More 2nd and then one More, I rolled her onto her back my cock still buried inside her. I held her men up and out to the English and kept kissing her. From the moment we met she seemed to know 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 hand and ran it along slope of her face and pulled her into another kiss.

I broke the kiss and we adjusted to a spoon stance and I hugged her finis 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 night and she was gone, I was n't sure she heard me or if she was even real as I drifted back to sleep. My telephone rang at 6 pm and Hun 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 minute, and I heard the customer in the back dry land say she would just get a bite to eat and be back. The voice sounded familiar but in my DoS I could n't place it.

As I put my feet on the floor I looked for my wearing apparel and then I saw them folded neatly on the chair. I went over to pick the pants up and noticed a bank note. Sheila had written her issue on the promissory note and said thank you for a wonderful dawn. So the dream was real and she was actual and for once in a long clip I was n't focused on the design or the shop, or the business, all I could think of is how wondrous she made me feel. Sex was sex, and that part was great but I felt a real connection with her, as if she had been made just for me.

The End Chapter 1 Jax Teller©2016