Kristin: Maid Training Pencil Drawing

Kristin knew she was in trouble when Mistress Kat came into her cell and laid the armbinder on the bed.

"Stand up and put your arms behind you," she commanded, and Kristin reluctantly obeyed. Within minutes she was buckled into the binder, her shoulders pulled back, her arms touching at the elbows and wrists thanks to the heavy straps pulling them together. She heard the click of a lock snapping shut. Her center of gravity now shifted, she struggled to balance in her heels, and found she could stand only by slightly bending her knees. "I'm not going to last long this way," she thought.

Mistress Kat walked in front of her. "What is your service today, Kristin?"

"Maid Service, Mistress."

"And what happened when you had maid service last week, Kristin?"

Kristin looked at the floor. She had an uncomfortable idea that she knew where this was going. "I knocked a picture frame on the ground while dusting, Mistress."

"Yes, you did." She reached into her shoulder bag, and held something in front of Kristin's face. "And because of that, you obviously need to learn that a maid needs to pay very close attention to her work."

Kristin stared with apprehension at the object Mistress Kat held before her. On one side, it looked like a typical, though rather large, rubber ball gag. On the opposite side of the gag, however, was what looked like a feather duster.

Without further word Mistress Kat stepped behind her, forced the ball gag into her mouth, and then buckled it on so tight Kristin could feel the leather straps pulling at the corners of her mouth. There was the click of another lock.

"Now," Mistress Kat said, standing in front of her once again, "I want you to dust the reception room and the office. You have one hour. I will find you, inspect your work, and for every demerit, it's fifteen minutes in punishment boots on the treadmill. Do you understand?"

She bowed in acknowledgment. The gag was huge in her mouth, and she could tell that she was starting to drool. That was going to be a difficult thing to clean up.

"Good, go get to work." She smacked Kristin on the ass with her crop and sent her, taking short, unbalanced steps, out of the cell. Kristin could tell that a long session of punishment lay ahead of her, no matter what.

*****

This is my first real drawing in several years, and I think it came out rather well. It started out as a profile reference drawing, and an attempt on my part to start drawing a character who could be recognizable from one drawing to another. It took a *very* long time for me to get parts of it right - jeez, the hand alone took about an hour - and took about seven hours total to draw. I'm trying to find a middle ground between the cartoony stuff I like that can be drawn quickly, and the realistic stuff that really like i drawings.

While I was drawing the head I noticed that Kristin had a particular expression of apprehension or surprise, and I started wondering what she could be looking at. After a while, the answer, and a whole story, came to me.

This is only the second drawing I've done of Kristin, who is my main "character" at the moment. I imagine this as being during a period mid-way during her training, when certain piercings haven't yet healed so that they can be used in functional ways (though this also provides me with a way to provide a suggestive yet uncensored image). Since this one took so long I doubt another Kristin image will be along any time soon, but I feel ready to try some other compromising situation as soon as I have a good chunk of time again.