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Petra's Story
(J. L. Jones)

Chapter 1

      

      In her first term at art school, Petra walked out of her drawing class, feeling as if there was no guiding force in her life. She knew she wouldn't be back to that class or to any other.

      Returning to her small basement apartment, she simply sat and listened to a Beethoven symphony on the radio, wondering what would happen next.

      When she sensed darkness falling over the world, she rose and removed all of her clothing, completely denuding her slender and lovely young body. Then she knelt in the middle of the room, her long, black hair falling over her shoulders and breasts, hands folded across her lap, a supplicant awaiting instruction.

      Her drawing teacher, a certain Miss Evelyn Talbot, had befriended her, and when the hour was late, Petra received a call from the woman.

      "I just know that being an artist isn't for me, Miss Talbot," she said when Evelyn asked why she'd walked out of class. "I don't know what is."

      "Will your parents continue to support you if you aren't in school?"

      "No, they won't," Petra said. "I don't know how I'll get by."

      Evelyn had a great and unusual desire for Petra, and she'd been waiting for an opportunity like this one. "If you're willing to become my figure model, I'll pay you handsomely," she told the girl. "I'm speaking of private posings in my home studio."

      Petra didn't even stop to think about it. "I'd be happy to, Miss Talbot," she replied.

      Evelyn set up an appointment for the next afternoon and gave Petra directions to her home. Then she started talking about their first session together, telling the girl what to expect.

      As Petra listened, she parted her thighs slightly and gently caressed the downy mound between them with her free hand. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself standing naked before the woman on the other end of the line, the woman whose strong hand had guided hers when she'd been having trouble with a drawing. Somehow, this thought gave her flesh a very pleasant sensation.

      "I'll need to be able to see each and every line of your figure," Evelyn was saying. "This means that you'll have to do a full body-shave before the session. You do understand what that entails, don't you, dear?"

      "I suppose I do," Petra answered, certain that Miss Talbot was telling her to shave her pubis.

      "Then I'll see you tomorrow," Evelyn said in a somewhat businesslike tone and hung up.

      For some time, Petra remained kneeling, still touching her little triangle, picturing herself standing naked before Evelyn Talbot.

      Evelyn, too, remained where she was after getting off the telephone. She was seated in an antique, wingback chair, savoring the idea of having Petra nude and at her command. The girl's body enchanted her. It was the body of a dancer, the breasts so high and proud, the hips and legs so slender, the buttocks an oh so gentle arc. And she loved the way the girl's dark hair fell almost to her waist, the thick bangs hanging into her wide and innocent eyes and framing the face with its high cheekbones and full lips.

      The next day, as Petra prepared to leave for the posing session, she found that she wanted to look her very best. She luxuriated in a long bath, washing her hair and shaving herself smooth. Having her pubis completely bare made her feel very free and natural, and it gave her the sensation of being truly nude.

      She put on a short dress of maroon velvet, white cotton panties beneath it, no other undergarments or stockings. And she wore her only shoes, a worn and tattered pair of black ballet slippers.

      Then she was ready to go, ready to take off her clothes in front of another person and be paid for doing so.

      Evelyn Talbot lived in a very old and fashionable section of the city. Her home, a huge and sprawling two story affair, had a long driveway leading to it and was surrounded by gardens. The woman taught drawing only for the love of it, not for the money. She'd been independently wealthy all her life.

      As the tall, fiftyish woman waited for Petra's arrival, she felt a stirring within. Petra would soon be naked before her, and she'd be able to order the girl into any posture she chose. It was easy for a woman of her experience to see that Petra was almost ready for a life of submission and servitude to others. Already, she saw the girl in chains, in leather straps, the marks of the lash striping her buttocks.

      A feeling of shy anxiety came over Petra when she stepped into Miss Talbot's house. Now that the time had come, she was nervous about what she'd agreed to do, but Evelyn sensed this and took charge, shepherding the girl along.

      The loft studio was located above a four-car garage, a separate building, and Evelyn led the way to it. At the back door of the main house, she stopped. "Leave your purse and shoes here in the kitchen, Petra," she said, her tone somewhat stern. "Girls who pose in the nude should get used to living in an unencumbered manner."

      Silently, Petra complied, slipping off her ballet shoes and leaving them there in the house along with her small clutch bag. Then Evelyn took her outside and down a long, flagstone pathway that led to the loft. In the chill fall air, the stone was cold beneath Petra's bare feet, but she said nothing.

      After they'd entered the building by a side door, Evelyn locked it. "We don't want any surprise visitors while you're without clothing, do we, dear?" she said with a thin smile.

      "No, I guess not," was all Petra could think of to say by way of answer.

      The loft was a large and airy place, almost empty. It contained a private bath, a small kitchen, and there was a day bed in one corner. In another corner stood a folding, Japanese screen, and, in the middle of the room were two pieces of furnishing, a straight chair and a storage trunk covered with a thick, white blanket. There was no ceiling, just exposed rafters, beams, and support posts. The floor was nothing but rough wooden planks.

      "Just go behind that screen, Petra," Evelyn said. "You'll find a robe back there. Put it on after you've removed your clothes.

      Again, Petra obeyed wordlessly.

      When she was hidden by the screen, she unbuttoned her dress and slipped out of it. Then she took off her one undergarment.

      Once she was standing there in nothing, a strange feeling of exhilaration came over her. Even though she felt shy about showing her entire body to Miss Talbot, she liked the idea of earning money just by taking her clothes off and doing as she was told.

      After putting on the short blue robe, Petra took a deep breath and then went out to face the woman who'd hired her for the afternoon.

      Evelyn was sitting in the straight chair with her sketch pad and charcoals by her side when she saw Petra coming forward, and she felt an aching in her groin, knowing that the girl was nude beneath the robe.

      When Petra was near, Evelyn told her to sit on the storage trunk. "Take the robe off first, dear," she said with a smile. "It's time for you to get to work."

      The first pose was an easy one. Petra merely had to sit in profile to her teacher, knees bent, feet flat on the blanket, leaning back on the palms of her hands. Her head was tilted, the long hair swinging free.

      Except for the sound if charcoal moving on paper, the room was very quiet.			

      Being fully nude gave Petra a sense of helplessness, but she took comfort in knowing that Miss Talbot would tell her what to do. She had only to follow directions.

      Evelyn proved herself to be a demanding taskmistress. The poses became increasingly difficult, and Petra had to work harder and harder to comply with the woman's wishes. She was twisting herself into contorted postures that taxed her flesh and strained each muscle.

      It was all Evelyn could do to contain herself as she gazed at Petra's nude physique. The breasts were even more splendid than she'd imagined, so perfectly molded and firm. The girl's body was taut, proportioned like a classic Greek statue, and she longed to caress the bare flesh, to flog it.

      At one point, Petra was down on the floor, facing upward, her body in a severe arch. She was balanced on her hands and the sole of one foot. The other foot was high in the air, toes pointed.

      Once she was in this position, Petra heard the sound of Miss Talbot's footsteps, and when she looked up, the woman was standing over her with a wooden yardstick in her right hand.

      "I'm just going to use this stick to help you assume the correct postures, dear," Evelyn said when she saw the confusion in Petra's eyes. Then she ran the yardstick under the leg that was lifted in the air, pushing it upward. "Raise your foot as high as possible," she said. "Yes, that's it. And stretch those toes tight."

      She touched Petra here and there with the stick as she issued her demands, forcing the girl into the strict position.

      "Stay just as you are, Petra," she said when she resumed her seat. "Don't move until I say so. And, by the way, you're doing quite well. You're an excellent figure model."

      A strange gladness came over Petra as her teacher spoke, and, for a moment, she forgot the strain she was under. Instead, she thought only of how she was being appreciated and this made her try even harder to remain perfectly still.

      Evelyn kept the girl in this exacting pose for almost a half an hour. She was a woman of unusual yearnings. She liked having a girl under her control, and even more than this, she enjoyed putting a girl into restraint and doing as she chose with her. Now, as she watched the lovely and naked Petra trying so desperately to hold the pose, her inner being was gratified.

      Relief came to Petra when Miss Talbot allowed her to stand. She was sore from holding the difficult pose, but she was proud of being able to stay in place for so long.

      As she flexed herself, Evelyn removed a long length of woven silk rope from the storage trunk. Then, tossing it into the air, she looped it over one of the horizontal beams, the two ends of it hanging side by side.

      "We're going to try something a little different now," she said, beckoning for the girl to stand under the rope.

      When Petra was in place, Evelyn told her to raise her arms high above her head. "Now wrap your wrists into the rope, dear," she said, "and pull yourself upward as you do. Keep wrapping and pulling until you're up on your toes."

      As Petra strained to raise herself as far as possible, her body twisted itself about, swinging slightly to and fro, but she worked at it until she was up on the very ends of her toes.

      With the yardstick, Evelyn was directing the girl, touching her here and there with it until Petra was arched, her pubis pressed outward.

      And then Evelyn brought the stick down squarely on the girl's nude buttocks. She didn't bring it down hard, but it filled the loft with a smacking sound.

      Then the room was silent, but the sound of flesh being struck lingered in the air.

      "That's perfect," Evelyn said as she went back to the chair and picked up her pad and charcoal. "Just stay as you are. I'll tell you when you can move."