Cared by Twin daddies

Chapter 40

"More certain than I have ever been." Jenny said in a low whisper. She shut her eyes and felt the mask being placed over the closed lids making it completely black.

"I will talk throughout the painting, and feel free to ask questions or describe any feelings. Moans and gasps are also allowed. I have warmed the paints to a comfortable temperature to make this more enjoyable." Belton's voice was low, calm and very reassuring.

"Thank you. To be honest, I am finding this much more comfortable than I anticipated." Jenny left out the added benefit of it also feeling much more exciting to be strapped to the frame and blindfolded. She felt her n*****s harden and a warmness spread through her abdomen. She was glad she had left her panties on, but they would soon be drenched. Her p***y was the center of the warmth and was becoming wetter as she listened to the sound of the brushes and paints being readied for use.

"My plan is to paint the base of the piece first, essentially the ground and the sky. For that, I will use a broad brush with the fast drying paint. Let me know if it tickles or any other sensation you feel." Belton loaded the brush and moved to his subject.

Jenny felt the bristles of the brush connect to her skin near her shoulders. They felt soft and the liquid was smooth as it was applied. "That feels amazing. I expected the brush to feel rougher and the paint is so smooth. I can feel it drawing my skin as it begins to dry. Your touch is firm and steady, but gentle. The brush is gliding across..." The brush came in contact with her n****e and what could have passed for an electric shock passed through her body. "Oh!" She cried.

"Imagine you are the canvas. Despite the uniformity of the fabric, there are spots where the paint interacts with it differently. Be ready for that. Sometimes you may want to exploit it for an effect you are trying to achieve." As he spoke, the brush moved to the n****e on the other side of her chest.

The shock was not as much the second time, but still sent a shock and a shiver through her. "Ohhh. I do see what you mean. And you certainly are having an effect." Jenny laid her head back and felt the paint covering her torso. It covered her and was wet, but she could feel it drying. It made tight spots where it was dryer, where it was thinner. "I swear I can feel the paint dry. And it must be thinner in some areas, it doesn't dry evenly." The focus on feelings extended beyond her skin. Besides her n*****s, she felt her s*x engorging with blood, becoming hotter and wetter. She felt each restraint holding her in place. The blindfold actually helped her to 'see' more than she had ever before. Unconsciously she moved her hips, as much as she could given the belt. Her thin panties felt heavy, like something that didn't belong.

"Yes, the paint does dry at different rates. See, I told you that this would give you different insights..." Belton paused the painting to give the feedback, but Jenny interrupted him.

"Can you remove my panties? I thought I wanted them, but I feel they detract. They no longer belong in the painting." It became clearer to her she was actually becoming the piece, the work.

"Of course. I agree, but it needed to be your decision." Belton placed a finger on either side of the panties and lowered them slightly. They couldn't go far with her legs spread, but they bunched just before uncovering her wet slit.

Jenny felt a cool, hard object slide between her skin and the fabric. "Is that a knife? Scissors? Cut them, cut them off me!" Her voice expressed a sense of urgency that surprised even her.

"It's a palette knife. You know, for mixing paints? Not very sharp, but it should do."

Belton applied pressure and the panties became taut and yielded to the edge. One side was free, and the process was repeated on the other side. The fabric that had been her underwear fell to the floor.

Jenny was completely naked before Belton. He took in the beauty of her form. The top smeared with drying paint and the bottom exposed, legs spread showing an exquisite set of moist pink lips.

"I know the canvas isn't supposed to speak, and I am in no position to ask for anything, but..." Jenny whispered. "But I am yours."

Belton placed his hands on her hips, just below the belt. Slowly he slid down until he was kneeling before her. The picture of a supplicant before an altar came to mind. He moved forward and softly kissed her mons Venus, the mound just above the moist lips he would move to next.

Jenny wanted to howl, to yell, but managed a low moan as she felt his hands on her hips and his mouth meet her tender skin. She felt the rough hands move lower, to her legs and then up her inner thighs. The sensation was intense, made more so by not seeing it and not being able to move. She could not move to escape it nor rush toward it.

Her blood pounded in her head. Her muscles flexed against the restraints. She felt the hands move again, this time up from the thigh to her swollen p***y. A finger rested at her opening and moved in a slow circuit around, spreading the flashy lips as it went. After several times around it slid effortlessly inside her moist lips and began to move in and out.

After a moment it was joined by another hand and while one had a finger inserted the other massaged the top of her opening.

The rubbing and fingering continued and Jenny became aware of hot breath near the union of her legs and torso. Hot wet kisses came to her inner thigh and then the electric shock as Belton's tongue lashed out at her swollen clit. Running around the hard little button, his tongue moved to each labia, licked it's length and back to the top to continue to lick the excited collection of nerves that comprised her clit.

Another moan escaped and she felt more welling up inside her. As the tongue fought with the fingers, she felt a wave of heat and pressure build in her gut. The stimulation continued and the pressure built until it had to be released.

More than a moan, a guttural, primal sound came to Jenny's ears. It took a moment for her to realize the sound came from her. Wave after wave rolled across her, her body stiffened and finally relaxed into as much of a slump as the restraints would allow. The climax left her exhausted, completely spent. Without the straps, Jenny felt she would probably be a pile on the floor.

Belton stood as Jenny began to buck and moan, keeping his hand in contact with her wet slit. He could feel his stiff c**k straining against his jeans. As Jenny slumped, he undid his belt and brought a small step to between the crossed beam. As he removed his pants and stepped up on the stool, his c**k was at the level of Jenny's wet p***y. Belton ran his hands down her arms and pressed against her.

Jenny could feel the pressure and warmth of Belton as he pressed against her. Then she felt the hardness of his d**k close to her. A hand slid down and guided the rod into her. She felt the tip and then the shaft slide in her, and then retreat. The slow enteretreat began to quicken as Belton became more and more excited.

Moments passed the sensation of being filled caused Jenny to feel her excitement return. Another wave threatened to crest, she felt her lips close tightly around the shaft of his c**k. The added pressure urged Belton to release. He thrust in deeply and felt the spasm as he came inside Jenny. More followed and he placed more weight on Jenny as he felt his energy drain as he completed his orgasm.

Jenny too was drained of energy. She hung loosely on the frame. She felt the dried paint on her skin. The cuffs were soft but still had chafed some from her struggles. As Belton withdrew, she felt his c*m run out of her and down her leg. A musty mixture smells filled the air, paint, sweat and s*x all mingled together.

"You look wonderful, Jenny. It may be some of my best work yet. If I do say so myself." Belton spoke first and there was a joy in his voice she hadn't heard before. "You'll want to clean up soon, I imagine. There is a full shower in the bathroom here. You will find the paint comes off fairly easily. I'll release you as soon as I have one more good look."

"There's no hurry." Jenny said. She would need to summon up her strength so she wouldn't collapse upon being freed. At the moment, the straps were all that held her up.

Belton released her wrists first and she felt blood rush into them as she lowered them. "I will do the belt and ankles next, but leave the mask on until I get you to a mirror to unveil the work."

She felt the restraints fall away and Belton held her arm as she stepped down from the wooden steps on the frame. The concrete floor was cool on her feet, and she felt comfortable being led across the room. They stopped and Jenny could feel him untying the straps of the mask. As it came off, she opened her eyes. The light was bright enough that it took a moment for them to adjust.

Once they had become accustomed to the light, she could see that she was in front of a mirror. She could see a bright swath of blue across her torso with some white mixed throughout. Naked below the waist, she saw the tracks of his semen down her legs. She was glad she had shaved, her p***y was still aroused and her moist pink lips just visible.

"Next time I will finish the work, but I was distracted part way through as you know." Belton stood behind her, naked from the waist down and his shirt showed patches of blue and white paint. "Are you glad you trusted me?"

Jenny turned and placed her arms around him. "Yes, very glad." She moved in closer and pressed against him. She felt his c**k begin to stir. "About that shower. I could use some help scrubbing this paint off. Care to join me?"

Belton smiled. "Why, yes. I believe I would. The two walked off to the shower and Belton thought that his initial reaction was correct, Jenny would do nicely. Very nicely, indeed.