jukeboxemcsa: fractionatedpenguins: *sneaks under the table to @jukeboxemcsa because I was totally e
jukeboxemcsa: fractionatedpenguins: *sneaks under the table to @jukeboxemcsa because I was totally expecting to see a caption from him under this* Cassandra looked at the piece with a skeptical eye. “It’s a bit more…direct than your other pieces,” she said with what she hoped was a well-concealed note of doubt in her voice. This was the problem with dating an artist, she thought; you only had to express the tiniest bit of appreciation for their work before they drafter you into service as an unpaid critic. (And if you had the temerity not to like their latest painting, as their therapist as well.)Brion smiled. “I feel like the time for subtlety is over,” he said, his eyes alight with excitement as he watched her staring into the painted spiral. “You’ve seen all my other work, you know how much it’s…affected you.” He chuckled, although Cassandra couldn’t see what he found amusing. His other work was affecting, deeply moving despite being abstract art. This, though…it was just a big, cartoonish spiral sitting on the canvas. It didn’t seem to have any deeper meaning at all.“But you, Cass…you’re a true fan. This painting is just for you. Sort of my piece de resistance…although I don’t expect much actual resistance from you. You don’t want to resist, do you, Cass?” She couldn’t quite parse his words–they seemed to be an inside joke she wasn’t getting, a reference to a conversation she didn’t remember having–but she had to agree that there was something oddly compelling about the stark simplicity of it. It seemed to catch the eye so perfectly…“Wh-what did you say it was called?” she asked, deflecting the sudden urge to nod. She realized that she’d taken a few steps forward without even noticing, the painting now filling her field of vision. Her mouth hung open as she saw the way that the spiral traced deeper, becoming more and more delicate as it curled in on itself. She wondered how deep she could follow it inward. It felt so easy to stare and get lost in it.“It has a few different names,” he replied. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him getting undressed. “I was thinking of calling it ‘Deeper’.” Cassandra sighed, her eyes relaxing into a fixed stare. “Or ‘Blank’.” She felt a tiny trickle of drool gather at the corner of her mouth, but it seemed too much like work to do anything about it. “Or maybe ‘Mindless’.”He went on, his voice lulling away at her thoughts while she stared helplessly. “Perhaps 'Strip’?” Her clothes fell to the floor. She didn’t notice. “Or 'Horny’?” She let out a dazed, sleepy moan as her pussy began to lubricate. “Maybe 'Masturbate’?” Her hand slipped down between her legs, teasing herself thoughtlessly as she stared and sank and soaked in his words. “Or…no, I have it!” He snapped his fingers. “How does 'Slave’ sound to you?”Cassandra knew he wasn’t talking about the painting anymore, but she still couldn’t stop herself from saying, “It sounds perfect…Master.” Her fingers kept moving, but the pleasure in her mind came purely from obedience now. “I…I love it,” she moaned, as she sank to her knees and fell into the depths of the spiral once and for all.(Like these captions? Want to see more? Visit www.patreon.com/Jukebox to find out how!) -- source link