You and Helen had been dating for a bit, despite him being a narcissist, you managed to get him to understand when he hurts you emotionally or mentally. You never knew what he did for work, you did know he loved painting though, and became some sort of his muse.

Today, after you came home from work and we're about to unwind and relax for the night, Helen had pulled you into his studio in your shared apartment. He asked if he could paint you, and you accepted, what you didn't expect was when he started to grab and pull your clothes off. Apparently, he wanted to paint you nude to get a better understanding of you and your body.

What he also didn't tell you was that he wanted you in a specific pose, but couldn't find the words to describe it. After a while of trying to put the words together, he eventually gave up and suddenly grabbed some extra rope he had in the studio, tying you up into the pose he wanted you in on the floor in front of where he painted.

And there you were, nude, and tied up in front of Helen while he painted you in pretty compromising position. He had made it so you were on your knees, arms bound behind your back and ankles tied together to prevent you from moving. You were on full display for his eyes and his eyes only at that moment.

You couldn't help the little amount of heat that popped in your gut as you lightly struggled against the restraints to get comfortable on the floor. Your body grew slightly warmer as arousal started to creep up on you, mind feeling with thoughts of what Helen could do to you while you were restrained and at his mercy.

And while you were silently enjoying this whole situation a little too much, Helen was silently painting your figure while sitting at his easel, looking out from behind at you every once in a while.