Becoming Art

Ms. Sky took her arm again and turned her so her husband could see the bare breasted woman tattooed on her back.

"Isn't it gorgeous? She has such beautiful skin. It makes such a nice canvas for the artwork. Now, you must see the clit ring too. Here, I'll unfasten her skirt."

She unzipped her skirt, then pushed it and the thong down. In seconds, Stephanie was standing there for all intents and purposes naked. Worse than naked since the shelf bra didn't cover anything, instead it displayed them.

Her husband had seen the heart tattoo but the clit ring was a surprise. He liked it. But he was not that happy with all the tattoos. He was also not happy with the way this woman had taken charge of his wife, stripping her like she was something she owned and wanted to show off. Not knowing what to say, he turned and left the building.

Stephanie sobbed softly. She knew that she'd have a difficult conversation when she got home tonight.

"Mistress, may I get dressed now?"

"No, we'll stay in my office for a while. I want to be able to enjoy your artwork. It seems such a shame for it to be covered up."

So, for the next couple of hours, Stephanie remained nude. She never grew comfortable with it but was at least not uncomfortable by the time she was to meet with her personal trainer.

Her husband greeted her when she walked into the house by asking "How could you get tattoos without at least discussing it with me?! Also, what is with the way you were dressed? I mean, I love you dressing all slutty for me but you are at the office."

Stephanie broke down and sobbed. "I never intended to get them. It just happened when I was with Ms. Sky. Things just seem to happen when I'm with her. The same goes with my clothes. She likes me dressed that way. I can't explain it."

"Then you should quit working for her!"

"We can't afford for me to quit."

The argument went on all evening with nothing solved. Her husband knew that there was nothing he could do to bring this shameful issue to an end and just resigned himself to whatever was going to happen. But he did have one last thing to say. "Keep covered at home. I don't want to see what she's doing to you from now on. I love you but I can't stand watching while that woman has her way with you. God, I wish you'd never met her."

With that, Stephanie knew that one last barrier had been dropped to her being covered in more tattoos. The next day she stopped trying to look as though she was going to a normal job. She dressed in sweats that covered her entirely.

Ms. Sky could tell from her dejected look that Stephanie was ready for the next step. So that afternoon, she took her to the tattoo artist once again. But this time she didn't ply her with drinks beforehand. She just said "I think today is a good day to get your other tit done."

Stephanie just hung her head and said "Yes, Mistress."

Stephanie sobbed quietly the entire time the tattoo was being applied but didn't say another word. This tattoo was of another naked woman with her hand reaching out to her lover on the other breast. It was beautiful work; even she had to admit it.

That night as she lay in her bed, she wondered where this would all lead.

The next day brought another change. "Stephanie, I have enrolled you in a massage class. I want you to start giving me massages. I discussed things with your personal trainer and she thought the exercise would be good for you. Now, let's see how well you can do without any lessons. Roll out that mat over there."

Ms. Sky started stripping and was soon nude. She had a magnificent body. Stephanie was not into women but even she could appreciate what she was seeing in front of her.

"Pet, you should take off your clothes too. No sense getting them wrinkled. You'll find massage oil in that drawer. Get it after you have stripped."

Shortly, Stephanie was kneeling awkwardly beside her prone Mistress. She started rubbing her shoulders. It was quickly clear that she had no real experience with giving a massage but her Mistress gave her credit for trying. She finished with her Mistresses back and moved to her feet, working her way up till she got to her ass and then sat back on her heels.

"What are you doing? You haven't finished. My ass still needs rubbing."

So, for the first time in her life, Stephanie found herself rubbing another woman's private parts. She avoided her pussy but found herself rubbing the woman's crack. It was a very strange experience. Finally, she was done and she sat back again.

This time, her Mistress said "Not bad for a first timer. Now, do my front."

Stephanie started at her shoulders and, when she received a glare from her Mistress, made a point of rubbing her breasts. Her Mistresses breasts were firm but only a b-cup, nothing like her own large breasts. One thing that Stephanie noticed as she worked her way down her Mistresses body was that she had no tattoos. It seemed strange since she was so insistent on putting them on Stephanie.

Once again, she finished the top half and started again at her feet. She worked her way up until she was uncomfortably close to her Mistresses pussy, which was easy to see since her legs were spread. Knowing what was expected, she continued to massage around the pussy, finally massaging the pussy itself. She instinctively knew that she was expected to continue until her Mistress had had an orgasm, so she did all those things that she did in her own private moments. Soon her Mistress was writhing on the mat in ecstasy.

"Very good. My pet. Don't worry, I'll return the favor."

"No, Mistress. I am not interested in women."

"Nonsense. It is not about a man or a woman. It is about an orgasm."

With that, Ms. Sky's hand shot out and started rubbing Stephanie's pussy. Stephanie started to pull away but it felt so good. She had not had sex in way too long and needed a good orgasm. It wasn't long before it was Stephanie's turn to writhe in ecstasy.

The next few months continued in that manner. Once every week or two, Ms. Sky took her off to get another tattoo. Somewhere in there, she got a stud in her tongue and rings in her pussy lips. She got used to being naked when she was alone with her Mistress. Her Mistress would often just have her stand in front of her so she could admire the artwork that increasingly adorned that canvas that was Stephanie's body.

She blushed when she remembered her trip to get the clit ring. Lorraine had squatted down in front of her, looked closely at her pubic area and commented. "Her clit isn't sticking out enough. Guess I'll need to take care of that."

With that, she leaned in and sucked Stephanie's clit into her mouth. She sucked on it for a minute before pronouncing it sufficiently long enough. During that whole procedure, Stephanie was torn between lust and revulsion. She had never had another woman with her mouth down there, only her Mistresses hand. But the pleasure she felt when her clit was being sucked on was amazing. Her reveries were abruptly halted when she felt a sharp pain in her groin as Lorraine punctured her clit. When she finally overcame the pain, she looked down only to see a ring in what had once been her pretty clit.

"That is just perfect, Lorraine. It's big enough that I can clip things to it, but not so big it hides the canvas."

The artwork all seemed to be about lesbianism throughout history. Her upper back was soon covered in a mural of a Roman lesbian orgy with a Grecian themed lesbian mural below it.

She'd gotten comfortable with bringing her Mistress to orgasm and was not surprised when she felt a hand pushing her head toward the pussy she was massaging. So it was that she found herself lapping at her first pussy. Her Mistress repaid her by putting on a strap-on and fucking her to a magnificent orgasm. It was the first thing she had in her pussy other than fingers in months and it felt grand. Stephanie knew she'd never be a lesbian but she also knew her Mistress had the ability to make her cum like no one else.

One day while standing in front of her Mistress, she felt a hand brushing her bush. "We'll have to get rid of this before we can do anything more."

"But Mistress, I don't want to be bald down there."

"Oh, you are so precious. I'm not making you bald down there. I'm preparing the canvas for more artwork."

By now, Stephanie had gotten used to her body being called a canvas. She'd accepted that her Mistress had a plan for that canvas and there was nothing she could do about it.

The next day they were off once again to visit Lorraine, the tattoo artist.

As soon as they entered the studio, Loretta stepped behind Stephanie and unzipped her dress. "You won't be needing this for a while. Let's get rid of that bra too. Loraine and I want to get good look at the rest of the canvas so we can plan what do to."

Before she knew it, Stephanie was standing nude with two women examining her minutely. Lorraine lifted up her large breasts and peered at the undersides.

"Very nice. Good smooth skin on the underside. I've never had a chance to really examine the area. I'm glad they are hangers. I have some art work that will do well on the undersides. But I don't know about these areolae. Pretty large. And not much nipple. I was really hoping for long nipples."

"I can always get her modified. How about I call the plastic surgeon and see what she can do?"

"See if she can convert the entire areolae into nipples. I like the idea of really long nipples to work with. I might even put in bars the whole length of the nipple."

"No, I like the look of the large areolae. But I also like the idea of longer nipples.

"I'll give her a call while you get rid of that bush. Might as well get rid of any other hair below her neck while you're at it."

"Come this way, dear. Hop up on the chair. That's right. Now spread your legs. I need you to hold real still while I take care of that bush."

Stephanie endured being positioned in various ways over the next couple of hours while Lorraine went over her body, inch by inch, getting rid of any excess hair. Stephanie didn't know which was more humiliating, having Lorraine pull on her pussy lips, muttering about the difficulties of finding the small blonde hairs or when Lorraine had her crouch on a table and pull her ass cheeks apart so she could get any hair around her asshole.

Finally, it was over. Lorraine had her stand up as she remarked to Loretta "Overall, she wasn't that hairy. I'm going to enjoy tattooing her cunt. It's a pretty one, especially with those rings in it. Maybe we should tattoo rings around her anus so it looks like it is pierced as well?"

"I spoke with plastic surgeon. She said she could definitely lengthen her nipples but it will take a few surgeries. How long do you want them?"

"I've thinking of 3 inches and maybe as big around as my thumb. I want to give the visual impression of a cow's udder. The texture of these large areolae will really emphasize that look."

"I like that idea! Why don't we have her produce milk too?"

In all this, Stephanie just stood there. She was so used to having her Mistress modify her body that she didn't even think of objecting even though the thought of producing milk like a cow was humiliating. But it was just one more humiliation on top of all the rest.

"Better not dress her yet. Her skin is pretty sensitive. Put this cloak on her."

Stephanie was relieved that she didn't have to get dressed right away. Her skin felt like it had a thousand pinpricks. But she was less sure about being bundled naked in a cloak that only just covered her ass. But she meekly accepted it when Loretta pulled the cloak over her shoulders and led her out to the waiting car.

The next tattoo was of a woman's arm reaching around her body and cupping her pussy. Even Stephanie found this to be extremely erotic. In fact, if she'd stopped to consider it. What she found erotic had changed drastically over the last 6-7 months.

By this time her whole back was tattooed. Along with the Greek and Roman murals on her back, her ass cheeks had two Spanish looking women kissing. One on each cheek so that their lips met at her asshole. Her front was still mostly bare but her legs had various lesbian scenes including one that looked like a picture from ancient Egypt with a pyramid being constructed in the background.

One thing had changed in her personal life. She found she was going home less and less. She was uncomfortable having to hide all the changes that had been made to her body from her husband. She still loved him dearly, but seeing the pain and humiliation in his eyes when he saw her was hard to take. Instead, she stayed at her Mistress's side, sleeping in a bed in her room, sometimes sharing that bed when there wasn't someone else pleasuring her Mistress. Mistress had a stable of young women who shared her bed.

Sometimes when her Mistress had visitors, Stephanie was kept naked so the guests could enjoy the artwork on her canvas. For these events, her Mistress would fasten a leash on to her clit ring and walk her around, stopping here and there to chat with her friends as well as show off the masterpiece she was creating. The first time she'd been displayed in public had almost reduced her to tears but she gradually got used to it. She came to realize that her Mistress was proud of what she was becoming and loved to show her off.

One place that was still barren of artwork was under her breasts. So, Ms. Sky dropped Stephanie off at Lorraine's studio one morning. The plastic surgeon had been working on lengthening her nipples to the point that they were two inches long. This came in handy as Lorraine attached chains from the ceiling to the bars in her nipples, then proceeded to raise her tits up. This gave Lorraine free access to this unadorned piece of the canvas. This is where she created a masterpiece of Japanese lesbian art, one that could only be revealed by lifting up each breast. It was very painful for Stephanie, but she endured it, knowing that her entire canvas needed to be covered with art.

She now fully believed that her body was a canvas her Mistress owned. It was hers to do with as she wished. Gone was any pretense that Stephanie was an employee. No, she was now artwork owned by Ms. Sky.

One thing the surgeon couldn't do was increase the width her nipples. Ms. Sky spoke about the issue with the surgeon, also sharing with her desire to start Stephanie lactating. The surgeon told her that the use of a goat milking machine would both increase the width of the nipples and encourage the start of lactation. She also suggested visiting a lactation specialist to get the shots and dietary supplements that would be of help.

So the next day Ms. Sky took Stephanie to see a specialist. There, with Stephanie standing naked in the office, the two women began their discussion.

"I want her to start producing as soon as possible. Also, I want her to produce as much milk as possible."

"We can get her producing pretty fast. The amount will be determined by how often you milk her."

"I'm planning on using a goat milking machine, partly to broaden her nipples. The other reason is to make it easier to collect her milk. How often should I milk her?"

"Oh, at least every 2-3 hours. A minimum of 4 times a day."

With that conversation, Stephanie was on her way to being a work of art that was also a hucow. It took a couple of weeks to get milk started but it wasn't long before she was producing a healthy amount. This had one other effect, it increased the size of her breasts and kept them firm (other than right after she was milked).

It was one day while Stephanie was on all fours being milked that Ms. Sky asked "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"No, Mistress."

"Then we'll need to prepare your ass for something being stuck in it."

"Are you planning on fucking my ass, Mistress?"

"I might but for now I'm planning to mount you as a display piece in my office when I have meetings. I think it will be quite distracting to my competitors. I will have a butt plug welded to a rod mounted on a low pedestal on the floor. That will give viewers a 360 degree view of my masterpiece."

"For now, we'll insert this smaller butt plug in to get you stretched out. Hold still."

"Yes, Mistress."

Stephanie felt something cold and liquid being squirted into her virgin asshole. Then a steady pressure as the butt plug was inserted.

"Looks like you're empty. You may stand. Walk around, get used to it. You won't be moving at all when you're mounted but you'll be wearing a plug for a couple of weeks as your ass is stretched. I don't want you walking funnily in front of the guests. It would ruin the effect of the artwork."

Stephanie walked across the office. The butt plug felt strange, a solid mass that moved as she moved. In the end, it only took a few hours to get used to it.

Stephanie thought she was immune to further humiliation until the first time she was mounted for display. It was strange being held in place by something up her ass. But it was even stranger knowing these important men and women knew she was a piece of art mounted in place. They wandered around her, exclaiming at the art, lifting her breasts to see the treasures beneath them. That was normal for Stephanie now, but it was the snide comments about her being mounted that really humiliated her.

One day Stephanie found herself alone at her owner's house for a change. She found that she was feeling particularly horny and started gently touching her clit ring. Getting hotter and hotter, she suddenly had a wicked idea. She reached into her Mistresses bedside table and pulled out her collar with her cow bell attached. When her Mistress had first had her wear it while being milked, it had been a humiliating experience. Now, she associated it with all things erotic. She put it around her neck and grabbed the bowl her owner would sometimes milk her into. She knelt beside the bed, placed the bowl under her breasts, then placed her forehead against the side of the bed. That freed her hands so she could milk herself with one hand while the other played with her pussy. She caught sight of the breast she wasn't milking. With the long nipple sticking out of the large areola with its bumps and ridges, it looked amazingly like a cow's udder. The sight only increased her arousal and her hands began moving even faster. The bell rang ever louder as the intensity of her playing increased, then became deafening as she came explosively.

Meanwhile her husband received an engraved invitation to a party at an exclusive restaurant. He didn't know why he'd gotten the invitation nor who it had come from. It also came with a magnificent tuxedo that was just his size. The invitation told him that a limousine would pick him up next Saturday night at 8.

Not having anything else to do and desperately trying avoid thinking about what was going on with his beloved Stephanie, he decided to go. When he got to the party, a couple immediately came up to him. They explained that they were there to make people welcome and led him around to introduce him to a few people. The couple also got him a cup of coffee with milk. He wasn't sure how they knew how he drank his coffee but drank it anyway. The milk was a little sweet, so he thought they'd put a little sugar in it. He was generally having a good time when there was a stir nearby. He turned and was struck by the sight of this woman with tattoos all over her body. A woman was holding up the inked lady's breasts by pulling up some obscenely long nipples, showing the tattoos underneath the heavy orbs. It was then that he looked at the tattooed woman's face.

It was Stephanie! He was shocked to the core. As he stood there in shock, the woman who had been holding up her breasts noticed his look. It was Ms. Sky. She smiled and waved at him. Then she started walking towards him, holding something in her hand. It took a moment for him to realize it was a leash and that it was attached to a ring in his wife's pussy.