Another sweet smile appears on the woman's face before she simply nods to you. "Alright sweety, don't worry your going to love what my artistic talent can do for you. Now then..." She motions to a small chair surrounded by a dark red curtain on all sides,her studio. The floor is earthen, covered with soft little flowers, almost like daises, each one seemingly a different shade of some vibrant color. The sun shines off the blank metal cans of paint that inhabit the three shelves within, each one against a different side of the curtain, some even on the ground. Her small world where she does her work is vibrant, surreal even, and you cant help but smile at its sight. "Honey..." She whispers softly in your ear. "Please sit down so we can start a...special private paint session." Her tone is seductive, and you blush, images of your two bodies wrapped together in different shades of paint fill your mind. Quickly, yet not aptly you make your way to the chair, almost tripping over a can of paint in the process. In an act of clumsiness, trying to regain your balance you stumble into the chair. Your temptress lets out a soft giggle before entering her workshop and closing the curtain behind her.
"Sooo..." You offer, trying to start a small conversation as she grins at you, looking your body up and down. But quickly she puts a finger to your lips and shakes her head, ever smiling. You fall silent under her commands, and under her spell. Now you await your prize for entering...her, when she is of course finished with your face.
Without a word the artist grabs a cam of paint from the shelves and sits it on a very small counter out of your sight. Then she dabs her brush within its deaphs and brings it to your face. "Your going to love this." She says in the same seductive tone with that smile ever instilled upon her face. As soon as the brush makes contact to your skin, you met out a soft moan in pleasure. The cool paint sending shivers down your spine and the brush...oh its touch is the most sensual thing you've ever felt before. In only a few strokes your lost in a world of your own pleasure which renders you in a hazy stupor.
The artist smiles at this, and begins to hurry her work now that you've been rendered almost motionless. She had been waiting for someone with just the right shade of hair for this, the shade of your hair in fact. She proceeds to paint your entire face, and when she asks you shut your eyes, like you shut your mouth for her. Soon she gets your ears, your chin, the very back of your head where your hairline ends, and even your ears.
She then moves down to your shirt, One that was a simple button up, another reason why she choose you for this particular shade of paint. Slowly she loops each button, and you soon realize. You try to open your eyes, to catch a glimpse of whats shes doing exactly but cant. Perhaps the paint is stuck. Quickly, you try to speak but all that comes out is a muffled set of words due to your lips, now firmly locked. This must be some strong paint...slowly you move your arm upwards so that you can remedy the situation, but you are granted with resistance. With her free hand she pushes your arm gently back down against your side, and then moves it to your hair. Then the woman leans in to kiss your locked lips and runs her fingers over your head. You let out a muffled moan of pleasure, and smile inwardly, knowing that this is right...that whatever this goddess is doing to you that it was the reason you were born. "That's right honey..." She whispers sweetly, as if reading your mind. And then, she gets back to work.
Soon your form is stripped completely, and covered completely in paint. And from what you can tell, she only used three different shades. Your face is covered with a very light and somewhat itchy paint, and although you cant open your eyes or your lips, your entire head feels somewhat loose and free. Your neck on the other hand, is heavy, and cold. Then, your entire body feels stiff, and warm, perhaps from the sunlight causing it to dry. You don't remeber how long the process took...minuets? Hours? Years? Time has lost its meaning, and with it, almost all of your memories. You cant even remeber your name, all you know now is this wonderful goddess who you would do anything for.
"Mmm..." She mutters "Your perfect...now then my little pet...my little tool...you must know already that I have...an ability. I help people become what they wish to be, what they really are, and sometimes, anything I desire. Yet...my skills are limited by my brush, which I must admit needs replacement..." She pauses and runs a hand through your hair and if you could you would shudder in pleasure. "You are going to be that replacement. Imagine...a millennium of you and I shaping the world for the better. Many worlds...eventully your be able to see and help me with my work, and at times choose...And at other times even choose for yourself for a few moons for pleasure perhaps. Now mortal, it is time for you to become what you were born to be, a tool for a goddess."
With those words she takes her old brush and pushes it against your penis, the bristles causing your member to go fully erect. Then...from what you can feel your penis merges with the brush and you explode, the brush actually absorbing your seed. And in a single instant you feel your member, and the brush suck completely into your body, causing you to groan. You start to loose feeling as your arms merge into your torso, and your legs into one. Wood, you realize, as the ends of your lower form start to round. Your body is becoming...no it is the body of a paintbrush. Your very soul yearns to spread vibrant color around the world. Your neck is gold...you can almost see it now, a single gold ring going around the rim of your body to steady the...
Your owner runs a single finger through your head...no your bristles. You almost quiver in pleasure, and now you are both ready for the next customer.