Edging Journal Entry 01/10/24

Today I was a paint brush named Sissy Bitch. I was asked to help create nude art imprints for Princess Kitty. I stepped into her studio and was told to disrobe before the myriad of canvases laid out on the floor before me. A mixture of paints, brushes and gloves made up the perimeter of my soon to be canvas area. I was asked to stand against a wall for reference photos. My shaved nude body trembled as I heard the click of the camera. She assured me my face would not be seen. I was asked to rotate to capture every angle. Her final note, she wanted me hard. I received a stern slap to my cock which made it swell to its full size and bounce helplessly between my legs. I was told the pictures would only be used for her girlfriends to giggle at later. 

My sensitive parts were covered in paint by Princess Kitty’s skilled brush, each stroke feeling like the wet caress of a tongue. Once covered to her satisfaction I had to awkwardly press myself against the canvas leaving an imprint of my swollen cock being sure not to smudge the paint as I released myself from the canvas. I felt like an object, I felt silly, I felt submissive. The process repeated a few times and soon there were various imprints of my body parts all around the room. The feeling of my cock and balls being pressed to the canvas like a stamp and my body being used as an object whose sole purpose was to facilitate the creation of art would forever immortalize my transformation into an object. This experience sent me into the depths of subspace. It was a unique experience I will always remember. Days later I was sent a picture of my cock imprint carefully covering Princess Kitty spread legs and I felt embarrassed knowing a replica of my cock exists out there in the world for others to see and judge, make fun of or enjoy.