Sophie, the Naked Slave Girl

The Tuesday started like hundreds of others at the art centre where I worked as a model. I breezed in through the main door, walked down the corridor and into the office.

“Good morning all,” I greeted the office staff.

“G’morning they returned.”

I turned and was about to leave when the Secretary called out, “Oh, Sophie. Just a minute.”

I looked around the door at the slight figure of Margaret, the wiry-haired and bespectacled secretary. “I should have told you last week, but as Harold has his exhibition on for two weeks in Manchester, you’ll have a new instructress this morning.”

“Oh,” I said. “Who is she?”

“Laura Lee from the Godiva Art Academy.”

I was intrigued. I went back inside the room and leaned on the secretary’s desk.

“Isn’t she the one who recently had a great exhibition at the Liverpool Art gallery? Specialises in figure painting in pastel.”

“That’s the one,” confirmed the Secretary. “The newspapers reported that she sold every painting. She’s a good teacher too.”

“Sounds interesting,” I said. “I’ll go up and meet her.

The life class room was on the next floor. As the class had not started, the door was wide open. I walked in and saw a woman, with shoulder length auburn hair, standing with her back to me. As she heard me enter she turned around. Her smile was instantly welcoming so I went over and said, “I’m your model – Sophie.”

Her smile broadened and she held out her hand. She took mine in a very firm grip. “Hello, Sophie. I’m Laura. Very pleased to meet you. As we’ll be working together I think we’d better have a quick chat to sort out what we’re going to do.”

She took my elbow and led me firmly over to the side of the room where there were two chairs.

“Sit down,” she said. I sat and looked into her face. I noticed that she was several inches taller than me. She seemed about 35, and her auburn hair surrounded a very pleasant looking face with a few freckles scattered here and there. I was very attracted to her smile and her firm but very smooth voice. She gave me the impression that she was a person very much in charge. She had a fairly full figure with a generous bust but, as far as I could see, her body was quite firm. I wondered whether she might work out a couple of times a week. Certainly there was nothing fragile about her.

“I understand you’ve been modelling here for almost two years now?”

“That’s right,” I replied.

“Tell me, Sophie, when you’re modelling, what do you try to do?”

“Well, I aim to present the class with a pose that’s interesting to draw. If possible I try to imply some small action in the pose, or present a position of tension.” She looked faintly surprised at my reply. Her eyes widened and a faint suggestion of a smile played at the corners of her generous mouth.

“You obviously take a genuine interest in your work. I’ve known so many models who just stand, or sit or lie down without knowing what effect they are creating. Some look thoroughly bored. She then looked straight into my eyes and asked, “Do you like a nice comfortable position?”

I hesitated a moment before replying. I felt this was a testing question. “Well . . . it partly depends on the length of pose. If it’s only three minutes then it can be fairly uncomfortable; anything longer I try to make reasonably comfortable.” Then, almost as an afterthought I added, “But not too comfortable.”

At those words she seemed to straighten, her brow raised almost imperceptibly and the smile at the corners of her mouth appeared again. “That’s interesting; very interesting.”

We both looked deeply into each other’s eyes and, at that very moment something happened that I really cannot put into words. It was as though a chord had reached out from her mind to mine. A certain chemistry passed between us and I experienced a tangible bond of trust with another woman I had never previously experienced.

Just then a man and a woman came over to speak to Laura and the magic of the moment evaporated. Before she answered their question, she turned to me, lightly touched my arm and said, “We’ll start in a few minutes Sophie. Will you get changed please?”

I went into the changing cubicle almost in a trance. What was it that bound this woman and me so closely together. We’d only just met. As I took off my clothes I remember wondering whether it might be because she was 10 to 15 years older than me; but I rejected that idea. I knew a number of women that would apply to but they did not have the same effect on me as Laura did.

I put on my robe and went out into the room. By now almost every student was arranged either sitting down or standing behind an easel. Laura was sitting on the edge of the podium, and as I walked in her direction she stood up smiling.

She introduced herself to the class and then said, “You all know Sophie who has been your model for some time. I’m going to get her to do a few three-minute poses, then we’ll have a couple of ten minute poses and follow those with a longer one of about 25 minutes. That will take us up to coffee time.”

Previously, taking my robe off and presenting myself nude to the class was something I did almost without thought. There was no embarrassment and it was just a matter of routine. But now, I really wanted to let Laura see me naked. I faced in her direction, took off my robe and went into the first pose. I noticed that she just stood there, absolutely still with her eyes fixed on me taking in every detail of my naked body.

She then made a circuit of the 15 or so students just glancing to see what they had done. “Thank you Sophie. Another pose please.” Again I faced Laura and knelt down with one leg stretched to the side. I had the same effect on her: two minutes looking at me and one minute looking at the students’ work.
For my third pose I lay on the podium with my back arched and my hands spread flat at my sides. Laura slowly walked over to the podium and stood at my feet looking down at my nude body. I was thrilled when she quietly said, “That’s a lovely pose Sophie. You really are good.” I remember thinking I’d do anything for this woman.

For my long pose Laura asked me to sit on the podium with one leg up forming a triangle and the other flat on the podium but bent with my foot under the other knee. This meant that my shaved pussy was on full view to those in front of me. Laura came over to the podium and took hold ofthe leg which was lying flat and moved it further under my other leg. As she touched me I felt a surge of pleasure run up my legs to my crotch. She took one step back and in an almost inaudible whisper said, “Yes, I really do like that.”

When the long pose was over I put on my robe and went into the cafeteria with the others for coffee. On leaving the queue I joined two men and a woman, who were life class students, at their table. Seconds later we were joined by Laura carrying her cup. She sat down and said, “We do have a really lovely model don’t we?” The others agreed. I smiled and thanked them as I blushed a little. We engaged in small talk for about ten minutes, then it was time to resume the session.

I don’t know whether it was the hot coffee or the close presence of Laura, but when I went into the cubicle I was perspiring. I stood there debating with myself. I wanted to impress Laura. I’d have done anything she asked me to do. She obviously liked looking at me naked. I felt that I wanted to feel vulnerable in front of her. Then I had an idea. I always went out of the cubicle wearing my robe until I got on or near the podium. I decided that this time I would take it off and walk out naked. I threw my robe on the cubicle chair, drew back the curtain and quite slowly and deliberately walked across the room. I saw Laura’s eyes as she smiled in my direction. I met her gaze with confidence. She seemed to be feasting on my nakedness.

I had two long poses next and Laura found an excuse to rearrange me slightly in each one. I loved her firm but gentle touch. I wondered whether my pussy, in full view of four or five of the class was enlarging, getting pink and opening. It felt like it but I couldn’t be sure.

When Laura said her last “Thank you, Sophie,” I thought how quickly the time had passed. While all the students were packing away their equipment she came over to me and stood quite close in front of me commenting on my posing and from time to time looked down at my breasts.

“Well, I mustn’t keep you must I?” she said as she glanced at her watch. “You’ll probably want to be getting home.” As I turned she gently stroked my back and said “It’s been lovely working with you Sophie. I shall look forward to next week.”

I took my time returning to the cubicle. I knew she would be looking at my naked back so I tried to wiggle my bottom a bit more than usual as I walked. Getting back home to my flat was the last thing on my mind. I’d have stayed for hours talking to Laura. As I dressed I had a flat feeling of disappointment as I thought I had to pass a whole week before I’d see her again. How could I wait that long before experiencing the magic bond between us once more?

I slowly walked down the flight of steps and out through the double door into the car park. I gave a slight sigh as I looked at my watch to see which bus I would be able to catch. I had almost reached the exit onto the road when I heard a car coming behind me.