He stood against the beautiful old tree the branches full of lunch green leaves. She had made him undress and placed clamps on his nipples, placed him in a pose She was happy with, commanded him to stay hard. She sat on a silk cushion cross legged, wearing nothing but her stockings and high red heels 👠. Her sketch book opened She began to draw him, catching his expressions as he endured the clamps, as he watched Her hair blowing it the soft wind that wrapped around them both. She looked deep into his eyes and knew he was thinking about the night before when She had made him submit to Her again and again, smiling at his physical reaction as She continued capturing him on the page.