Fire Slut! Fire Fetish Drawing for Commission

Fire fetish drawing for commission

This scorching piece of fire fetish art was a commission that showed great potential, then chainfired into something too hot to handle.

The client was a middle-class, milquetoast. I can’t even remember how we met. He had a hardcore fire fetish, and how can I blame him. The San Francisco Bay Area has a harsh combination of cold and humidity that can chill you down to the bone. Half the reason I stay down in LA is I’m still a heat freak.

This commission is based off his first description. He wanted a woman in bondage, by the fireplace, with one hand free to masturbate as she jilled off with a bowl of burning liquid in front of her. The cats may have been my idea, with cats sharing my love of warmth.

At the time, it was rare for me to draw submissive women. I was dedicated to drawing Femdom artwork, but it was very easy for me to emotionally connect with the subject.

It was when he came to pick up the piece that sent my creep-meter into the EGADS! Run Boy! zone. The day was typically rainy for December in the bay area. He was to come by my apartment to get the piece. He showed up, parked the car outside my door, and left his grade-school age son in the car.

The old guy was obviously nervous. My thoughts were he was freaked out about me, but in retrospect he may have been scared to be in the Richmond neighborhood I called home at the time.

While he liked the commission, he wanted to take things further for the next piece. He wanted a woman tied to a spit, roasting over a fire. The drawing I did showed too much pleasure. Maybe his wife drove him nuts. Maybe he was just a freak. Mind you, he’s saying this while his son looks through the car window at the apartment, no doubt wondering what his shaking father was talking about with a stranger in the weird neighborhood.

So this was pretty much the end of it. By the end of the month, I was already in Los Angeles, and by golly I wasn’t drawing any chick on a spit!

Someday I should take fireplay drawings further. I love the orange and red of the flames against the skin. My friend Orpheus does some great performance art with fire that’s fun to watch, and if you’re his sweetie, fun to participate in. But this year, I’ll leave roasting for things like turkey, yams, and the occasional hot dog 🙂

Happy Thanksgiving!

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