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The Artist Studio
It was a cool damp morning, the mist clinging to the streets like a heavy
blanket of soggy fleece. I was hurrying down the street, as it would not
make a good impression to be late the first day.
I had signed up at a local art studio for free art lessons, and this
being the first day, of course I had slept in. Bus was late, and the
crowded streets, full of slow shuffling pedestrians was not helping at
all in my effort to be on time.
Finally getting to the small corner shop, I pushed open the door, to the
sound of small chimes hanging above the entranceway.
Shaking the water droplets off, I raised my head and looked about. There
were six people sitting at easels, all looking back towards the
entranceway, staring at me as if I was an intruder into a sacred sanctum.
I could not help but feel my skin flush and myself blushing at the
attention. I am not the most confident of individuals and to have people
stare at me was so very off putting.
Then a voice said, "Do not just stand there, dripping water onto my
floor, come in and join the class!"
Turning towards the voice, I saw the Instructor, the shop owner. I could
not help myself, as I stared. She was a huge woman, ebony skinned with
flowing white hair.
She stood at least Six foot six inches tall, not counting the High heeled
stilettos encasing her feet. Dressed in a dark leather outfit, she looked
more like a fashion picture one would see in a magazine than an art
instructor.
"Well, are you going to just stand there?" she asked.
Mumbling an apology, I quickly scurried over to the final open easel and
chair, sitting down.
"Now that everyone is here," she looked at me shaking her head slightly,
"we can begin."
"Today's first lesson will be doing a drawing of the female body."
She slowly walked amongst the gathered students, each one staring at her
with rapt attention, while I stared at the floor, unable to bring myself
to look into her eyes.
"Please take out your sketchbooks and begin, I will walk about and
critique your work," she said.
The afternoon flew by in a series of art exercises and commentary from
Obie, which turned out to be the name of the instructor. Her Critiques
enlightening and helpful, her lessons to the point and in only a few
hours I found I had progressed a great deal.
At the end of the session, she went around to each student, thanked them
for attending and giving a few personal words of encouragement. Each
student smiled, thanked her then left the shop as she went on to the
next. Finally all had left except for me, this statuesque woman was
standing before me, looking down. She had a frown on her face and slowly
shook her head.
I was not sure what I had done to create this look of displeasure on her
face, but the thought I might have disappointed her, was somehow
extremely troubling.
"Did I do something wrong"? I asked with a bit of a tremble in my voice.
My emotions always seemed so near the surface, and always threatened to
overwhelm me.
"Your basic technique is fine," she said.
"How ever, when you draw the female form, it has no life, no emotion. Do
you wish to learn how to draw as if you knew what you were actually
doing?"
"Please, yes I would do anything, to be able to create art like you do!'
I replied.
She walked around my easel, glancing from my work then back to me. My
eyes tracked her movements, hoping that I would be able to erase the
disappointment she had in my artist abilities.
"I do not have time for students that do not take their work seriously,
you would really do anything? she asked in a low voice that I had to
strain to hear.
"Oh yes, anything!" I almost shouted, now being almost desperate, for her
to agree to teach me how to improve myself.
She looked down at me as if studying me, weighing my worth, before coming
to a decision.
"Okay, follow me; you have one chance to learn from me. Fail, and there
will not be a second."
I quickly got up from my art desk, and followed her to the back room.
When we got there she ushered me inside the closed the door behind us.
The room was another well lit studio, though this looked to be used for
modeling. Moving racks of various clothes lined the walls, mirrors hung
everywhere, and there was an area set up with cameras, and photography
light umbrellas.
Turning to face me, she told me to remove all my clothing.
I blinked and blushed, and stammered, not sure if I had heard her
correctly.
"Remove my clothing?" I stammered.
"Okay, leave now, and do not comeback," she said sternly.
"Oh forgive, me I am sorry, you just took me by surprise, I am so
sorry!!" I blurted.
Quickly removing my shoes, sock, pulling off my pants and shirt, standing
before her in only a pair of boxers.
She glanced down. "All of your clothes!"
Trembling I removed my last article of clothing and stood before her
shivering, hands clasped in from of myself.
She walked around examining me, before moving over to sit on the edge of
a desk.
"To draw the female form properly, you need to understand what it is to
be and what it is to look like a female, do you understand? She asked.
"Yes Obie," I replied, not entirely understanding at all.
"From this moment forth you will address me as Miss Obie. Do you
understand that?
"Yes Miss Obie."
She began to lecture.
"I am serious about my belief in how to make you better, to make you more
understanding and a better artist. I can help you to succeed, to become
what you want to be. Though to be able to achieve what you want to
achieve, you must want me to help you."
"Yes, Miss Obie, I do want to be better. I want to improve myself."
She stood and stretched, looking very regal, and a little dangerous. Her
Size and dark outfit, intimating. Slowly she turned away from me facing
the back of the room, and began to undress. She began removing each
article of clothing, then carefully folding it, and setting it upon the
top of her desk. When finished disrobing she looked back over her
shoulder at me.
"Do you think I am an attractive Woman?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss Obie, I think you're beautiful, quite exotic and stunning, in
fact," I blurted out as quickly as I could.
She smiled, and turned around towards me again, I gasped and stared, as
the blood rushed from my head, and I felt faint and in danger of passing
out.
Looking at her; voluptuous breasts, heavy and tipped with swollen russet
colored nipples, a stomach with washboard abdominals, wide flaring hips
and muscular thighs.
There, between her thighs, hanging down huge and thick, a dark glistening
large headed fully male cock.
I came to, my head cradled on her lap, looking up into depth of her eyes.
Dizzy and confused, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I felt the
stirring of her huge member as it rose and stiffened, pulsating against
the side of my face.
"Do not worry, I will show you and you will understand what it is to be a
girl!" she whispered.
Shuddering I turned my head, only to feel the silky smoothness of her
large cock, press against the side of my mouth......
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