; ; Like I said I wasn't always a statue. I was once human. At the time I was 28 and I like to think that I was attractive even if I didn't have any dates. I guess it's because I was so shy. I still am even tho being a nude statue has cured most of my shyness. I didn't do anything with my hair other than tie it back and because I wore glasses no one could see my green eyes. And my 5'10", 130lb body was hid under baggy loose clothes. I like to think and I have come to know that my 34-24-34 figure was quite nice. I never really new it tho until I met Jenny. Like I said I was shy. I wanted someone to notice me but I was afraid of the attention.
; ; One day a woman came into the shop I worked at. she introduced herself as Jenny and asked me for help. She was so beautiful I couldn't stop looking at her. Ofcourse I was all the more embarrassed when she asked me to show her to the erotic book section and asked me my opinions on several titles. Nobody knew I read those kinds of novels much less that the lesbian ones were my favorates. I could feel the heat rising in my face until I thought I would die blushing right there!
; ; After selecting a few titles, including one I told her I liked, she asked to be shown to the photography section. Once there she had me help her chose a couple of nude photography books. Then she selected some nude painting and sculpure books. Then we went to the health section where she picked out some books on erotic massage and a book about lesbian sex. They were all very graphic with beautiful nude women in them. I was so embarrassed I wanted to die! It was bad enough that this beautiful woman was talking to me but I was starting to feel the effects of being near her and talking about sex. I was having trouble breathing and I was praying she couldn't tell my nipples were hard or that my pussy was getting wet. When she asked if I'd ever thought about modeling all I could say was "ME!" as I tried to cover myself with my hands. She laughed a beautiful laugh and said that she was I would be good at it.
; ; Finally she had everything she wanted and went o the check out. I was so relieved but I was a bit sad that this beautiful woman who payed attention to me had gone. I was also terribly arroused! I went to the restroom to splash wated on my face in an attempt to cool off but I ended up masturbating there. I had never done that before and was as mortified as I was relieved when my orgasm finaly came. I prayed that no one had heard me. I quickly dried my pussy and flushed the toilet so no one would guess at what I'd really been doing and then washed my hands.
; ; When I came out I thought I would be alright when I saw no one around. Then I turned around the corner and walked straight into her. As I apologised and knelt to pick up her bags she said "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you all over.". I was stunned. She'd been looking for me? Did she know what I had been doing? I stood up, blushed hard, and holding her bags to my chest, as if they'd protect me from her. "You were?" I said. "Did you need help finding something else?"
; ; "No dear. I just wanted to thank you for all your help. I hope that the next time I need help finding a book that you'll be around to help me. I blushed harder and whispered that she was welcome and that I would be happy to serve her. I don't know why I said serve and not help but I ment it.
; ; She came by about once a week after that. I was always happy to see her and serve her. If I was buisy when she arrived she would patiently wait until I was free. Then she would playfully scold me while I appologised. During that time we became friends and we even started to exchange emails as well as see each other occasionaly outside of work. I learned that she was an art teacher at a small collage in a nearby town and she learned about me. I was surprised but pleased that she wanted to know about me. And when she did stop by the shop she always bought a book I recommended and she even recommended a few to me. I'd never thought to read about bondage but lesbian bondage soon became my favorate. She even recommended a few websites that specialised in that and had many stories and pictures I would use in my fantasies at night. Ofcourse she was the mistress and I was the slave. I didn't know when it happened but I had fallen in love with her.
; ; I never thought of our outings as dates however. It was to much for me to hope that she loved me too. They were just friends going out together. Little did I know that she was going slowly with me but know that I do know I am grateful. Had I known then that they were dates I'd have panicked and left and I wouldn't be as happy as I am now. She finaly did ask me out on an "official" date when she knew I was ready and I accepted happily.
; ; I was so nervous getting ready. I was afraid I wouldn't look good enough but when she arrived to pick me up she told me I looked wonderful. It felt so good to hear that from her. She ofcourse was breath taking and I felt pale compared to her but she made me feel special at every moment. Dinner and dancing was wonderful! She didn't laugh when I said I didn't know french or how to dance. She just ordered for me and gave me my first dancing lesson.
; ; It was a wonderful evening and I loved every second of it. It only got better tho when we got home. It was the first time I'd allowed anyone into my home much less my bed. She slowly and gently led me to the bedroom however and became the first person to see me naked since I was in diapers. And she thought I was beautiful.
; ; When she had removed her clothes and laid me on the bed I knew I was going to die happy right then. She didn't laugh at my inexperience or that I wasn't shaved. She just took me slowly, gently, and so lovingly. It was the most wonderful experience of my whole life. After she held me as I cried and kissed away my tears. I'd never been so happy.
; ; We became lovers after that with her staying occasionally with me during the week and me spending weekends with her. We would go on dates and she would introduce me to new things. It was during this time I learned to love the feel of a bald pussy and kept mine that way always. She introduced me to bondage. I was scared at first but she went slowly with me as always and I learned to enjoy being tied up and teased. And when I was ready she even taught me how pain became pleasure.
; ; Several months after we first met I lost my job when the economy went bad. She didn't hesitate. She had me move in with her. I would clean the house and prepare her meals while she was working. Sometimes she had me help her with work. When she wasn't teaching classes she was in her studio painting and sculpting. Occasionaly she would have me show students or a model she'd hired in to her studio but mostly she used me. I was so flattered that she would want to use me that I never questioned how she wanted me to pose. Sometimes they were just "regular" nudes but occasionally they would be more erotic. Some poses were embarrassing but it always made me feel good that she wanted to keep me like that.
; ; During that time she began to take a more dominate roll with me until she finally collared me and made me her slave. It felt so good to kneel naked infront of her as she locked the collar on me. After that she burned all my clothes. From then on the only things I would wear were my collar and my chastity belt. As she locked the belt on me she told me that my clit and pussy now belonged to her and that only she could touch them. I never touched them again. Mistress Jenny was kind enough to grant me an orgasm occasionally when I'd been very good but mostly I was locked away. After a while I didn't even miss cumming anymore. I just looked forward to pleasing her.
; ; When the weather became warmer she began to sculpt a model of me. She said it was her grand project for the winter festaval. It takes time to do a sculpture. First she had me pose until she found the possition she wanted me in. Then she began to take pictures and drawings of me. Then she began to take molds of my body. The plaster felt cold and slimy but I did my best not to move. It took a while to get all the molds done as she did them in sections. The best part of it was when I got to spend several hours out of that belt. I never even tried to masterbate tho as I feared being punished. Finaly she had all the molds done and began the process of making a sculpture of me. The first one she did was plaster so she had a design to work off of. Occasionally she would recast parts of my body with me in slightly different poses but mostly she was satisfied with it. When she had it the way she finally wanted it she would begin to make a bronze version of it.
; ; I was amazed by it all. The stature looked exactly like me. Every detail and percieved flaw was there. She was so lifelike that Mistress would say "Goodmorning Samantha" to the statue when she came in to work in the morning and "Goodnight Samantha" when she'd leave at night.
; ; During one of these recasts of my lower torso Mistress said that she was tired of unlocking and locking my chastity belt everytime. It made me sad that I was such a burden to her. When I asked if there was anything I could do she smiled and said "Yes dear. There is one thing. Will you do it?" I told her I'd do anything for her. She said "Good girl" and after the mold had dried gave me my first orgasm in months. Little did I know it would be my last.
; ; The next night was Halloween and not only was Mistress a witch but she had a special ritual waiting for me. In her studio was a stone sculpture that she had sculpted. I'd assumed it was a work bench as it was always covered by a cloth and covered in supplies. This night however it was completely cleared off and ready for me. I was bound to it with my arms and legs spread. Mistress painted some weird designs on my body while chanting. I thought it was paint and that she was just playing up halloween. I found out later it was blood and that she was very serious.
; ; I got more and more scared as time went on. Mistress noticed and gave me a kiss and said "It's alright my brave pet. I am very proud of you for doing this for me. Just be still and it'll all be over soon.". A few minuets later she stopped chanting and began to rub my clit. It felt so good! Then she picked up a clamp and placed it on my clit and pulled. It hurt. When it had been pulled as far as it would go she looped a length of plastic around the base of my clit. The plastic loop was connected to a little electic device used to gather cables. With a push of a button she banded my clit. I couldn't help screaming. My Mistress kissed me and told me it would be alright and that the pain would fade soon. She was right in a few minuets I could feel my clit getting numb and began to calm down. Mistress said I was a good girl again and climbed up onto the alter and placed her pussy over my face.
; ; I lost track of time as I licked her to one orgasm after another. After her fourth or fifth orgasm she told me that that was enough and got off. She kissed me and said that she was proud of me. She then rubbed my clit and asked "Can you feel this dear pet?" I couldn't feel a thing and told her so. Her smile was so bright it made me feel good. Then she picked up a knife and said "Thank you pet. I love you" and cut off my clit.
; ; The pain was unlike anything I'd ever felt. I screamed and screamed and then screamed some more before passing out. The last thing I remember before passing out was her holding it up and saying "Now it's mine forever.". When I woke up, it was to a lot of pain and the smell of burning flesh. I hurt so much! Mistress was so happy tho. It made the pain worth it. She kissed me and said "Thank you pet" I had barely manage to tell her I loved her before passing out again. When I woke again Mistress had covered me in a blanket and was sleeping in a chair next to me. When I croaked out "Mistress?" She immediately woke up and kissed me. She gave me some water and told me she was proud of me and that she loved me so much. It really made me feel good. She had to help me up as it hurt so much to move. My whole lower body was wrapped in bandages and it was too painful to close my legs. She helped me to her bed and told me to rest.
; ; During the week it took me to recover Mistress treated me like I was a china doll. She was with me constantly and anything I needed she gave me. When the week was over and I could move well enough on my own again she let me see her art work. The bandages came off and she held a mirror so I could see my pussy. Only I didn't have one anymore. My clit, hood, and labias had all be cut away and burned and the entrance to my vagina had been sewn so that only the tip of her little finger could get in. I was shocked. Mistress was so happy tho. She kept saying that I'd made her so happy and that she was proud of me and loved me very much. I began to feel good about my sacrifice. I didn't use them anymore and it had helped my Mistress and made her happy.
; ; Several days later when I was feeling a lot better she began to use me as her model again. No more do she have to unlock and relock that awful belt anymore. I was proud of my sacrifice then. And her statue of me was getting closer to completion. I thought it looked wonderful but she kept saying that it was missing something. A month later she told me it was almost finished. She said a few more hours of work and then she could put the finish on it and it'd be done. I was proud of her. The statue looked amazing. It was me as a fairy sitting on a rock with her elbows on her knees and her hands holding a book. She told me she was going to place "me" under a tree next to the stream that ran threw the back yard. I thought it was a beautiful spot and it was my favorate spot in the whole garden.
; ; A week to the day was my last. She said a couple of dear friend of hers named Amy and Sue were coming over for a vist and she wanted to serve the very best. I told her I would do my best and she said I know you will and stuck a needle in my arm and pushed the plunger. I was so confused! I tried to ask what was happening but I couldn't. I remember everything getting hazy and Mistress catching me. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was Mistress saying that I was going to be wonderful. When I woke I was in the kitchen. I was in a large pan and my hands were tied to my ankles. I was covered in honey and surrounded by vegtables and broth. I was confused and scared. Mistress kissed me and told me there was nothing to worry about. She said that she had to remove some parts but that she knew I would make dinner very special. Then she asked if I loved her. "Ofcourse Mistress" I said. " I love you more than anything!" "Thank you my love" she said back to me as she kissed me one last time. Then she placed an apple in my mouth and slid me into the oven.
; ; I didn't notice the heat at first but it quickly became to much. I tried to scream and get out but I couldnt remove the apple and Mistress'es bonds were to tight. The pain got to be so intense that all I could do was scream until I passed out. The next thing I remember was floating in blackness and it was peaceful. There was no pain anymore. There was nothing but peace. Eventually I began to worry about my Mistress and I wondered what she was doing. Then I began to feel a gentle tugging. Eventually it grew so strong I felt like I was falling. I screamed and passed out again. When I woke up I was in Mistress'es studio. Mistress looked so happy! She said "Your awake! At last your awake!" and gave me a kiss. It felt so good but I was confused. I didn't understand what was going on. When I tried to ask her my lips wouldnt move. Nothing moved. I couldnt move any part of my body. I began to get scared and Mistress told me not to fear. She said that I was alright and that some men were coming by to put me into the garden. Then she asked if I'd like to see the finished statue. I did but I still couldn't understand why I couldn't move.
; ; She left me for a bit. I tried to see where she went but I couldn't. All I could see was the statue's arms and hands holding a book. She came back a minuet later pushing a big wheeled mirror and I gasped! I was looking at the statue of a fairy version of me. Then I realised I was looking at me! Some how Mistress had placed my spirit into the statue! WhileI was still grappling with that the men came and placed me in the garden, right in my favorate spot. I was embarrassed as I could hear them commenting about my body and what they'd like to do with it. Little did they know that not only could I hear them but the remains of my original body were locked forever inside my bronze body.
; ; I'd learned what happend to them after they left. As soon as Mistress had paid them she came back and began to kiss me and told me what had happened. After she'd knocked me out she removed the organs that were not edable and burned them. Then she sewed me up and began to get me ready for dinner. It was about then that I work up. After I was done cooking Mistress took me out and served me to her friends. She told me that I tasted very good and that I was the best dinner they'd ever had. I felt weird about that but happy and proud that she enjoyed me. I had told her that I love it when she ate me. Now she'd done it for real. What made me cry was when she told me that she'd planed to serve me as dinner for a long time but that she loved me so much that she couldn't bare to part with me. So she made a statue of me and began to place bits of me inside it. And when she finaly did cook me for dinner she had my bones and ashed placed into the statue. After finishing it she began a ritual that would bring me back inside the statue and here I am. When she'd finished telling me she began to kiss me again and started rubbing her pussy against my leg. It felt good. I don't know why I could see her much less feel her but I didn't care and I still don't. I love her and her touch feels better than ever. She quickly took her clothes off and continued to make love to me and it felt wonderful! When she started rubbing me pussy. It felt so good but I was still a bit shocked. I was identical to the original me in every way except one. I had my hood and labia back again but I had no clit. Mistress must have sensed that because she looked into my eyes and said "Don't you remember. That's mine forever. Then she rubbed herself to orgasm against me. I still have never had an orgasm since the day mine was sacrified but she's had plenty of them and I love giving them to her!
; ; So here I am a statue of a fairy in the garden of the person I love. She sees me everyday. She doesn't always have time to make love to me but she always touches me fondly and gives me a kiss. Sometimes she comes out to draw and paint me and sometimes she brings her students over. They seem to like drawing me more than any of the other statues of fairy girls that have been placed in the garden. It's interesting to see them walking around before Mistress cooks them and turns them into statues like me. I know I'm special tho. I'm the only one who has a pussy. the other girls are completely smooth. I'm also the only one Mistress makes love to.
; ; Even with Mistress'es love I would be lonely out here if it weren't for the fairies. They like me. I like them too. They keep me company when Mistress is away and I protect them. They say that the goblin is afraid of the giant fairy girl. They've been a lot happier now that the goblin is hiding. I'm glad the fairies are happy. It's a joy to see them fly around and play. I think I hear Mistress'ess car in the drive. I'm glad she's home. I hope she'll make love with me today. She usually does when she's been out of town visiting a new girl she's interested in. I'm sure I'll see her new girl in the garden soon.
; ; The End ; ;