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For some time I’ve had a certain shutterbug fantasy, which developed into something like this:
“A little more arch in your back, Liz, and throw your head back some,” I coached the hogtied young woman who was the subject of my latest photo shoot and on her side facing me. She was clad in tight jeans, stiletto heels, and a black tank top tugged upward to reveal snugly black-brassiered breasts of generous size, her creamy topswells collaged seductively between delicate lace below and the cruder stretch cotton blend bunched above.
The flash caught her perfect compliance as the motion jutted her up bloused breasts out to their optimum and created just the right reflective shine off the black duct tape gag. As a bonus, her extended fingers crept into the shot to emphasize her struggling against the ropes binding her slender wrists behind her back. “That’s it,” I encouraged. “Now give me your best ‘mmph’ okay?”
A stifled sound escaped her nostrils and I clicked again on her helpless heroine expression. Wisps of blonde hair tumbled over the pleading baby blue eyes. The girl was an absolute natural, well worth her fee.
I strode over to her side. “Okay, Liz; now I’m going to undo your bra, all right?” She nodded assent and I undid the front clasp, tucking the loose ends up behind her under the tight top. She was young enough not to need it, for the incredible breasts remained in place, proud and exposed, puffy pink nipples quickly hardening in spite of the hot lights. I took several more frames.
“Beautiful. For the next part, I’ll pull down the jeans. Ready for that?” Again, the nod. Liz swerved so that her hips came off the floor, her weight resting on her shoulders and toes, while I unbuckled the leather belt, unbuttoned and unzipped and tugged the faded jeans down to just above her knees, revealing black lace hi-cuts that matched her bra, and immobilizing her thighs appealingly.
Another flurry of shutter clicking, then the panties were eased down to the level of the jeans. Liz had a smooth mound delicately divided with a slit guaranteed to make the Lounge occupants’ mouths water, I thought as I repositioned her on the black plush throw rug. Working quickly, mindful of the chafe of rope on Liz’ straining limbs, I captured still more of the captured beauty through my lens. Facing the camera first, then on her stomach to reveal the defiant jut of smooth bare derriere globes beneath the stretched rope anchoring wrists to ankles. Her arms were pulled far back enough to allow the sideswell of breast to vie for the viewers’ attention, and she instinctively tossed her head back for another sensational “mmph” pose. Not for the first time, I wondered if my model was getting turned on by the pressure of unclothed mons on the soft plush. Remain the professional, I reminded myself.
I switched off the hot lights, gently peeled back the tape from Liz’ mouth, and untied her for a rest break before the next setup.
*
Before going further I should introduce myself: Kelly, aspiring photojournalist unexpectedly sidetracked into a more, well, specialized field. My first bondage model was a college classmate who agreed to pose on a dare from her boyfriend. I thought, why not; light is light and I suppose it was a sort of portrait experience. They both enjoyed the pictures so much they posted them (with her face pixelated) on a blog and, well, one thing led to another. The resulting stream of would-be models felt at ease with me because I was a woman, like them, and I treated them well. The boundaries were always agreed upon in advance, never to be pushed. Sometimes I shot softcore, fully clothed damsel-style stuff; sometimes more provocative sessions like the one with Liz...
*
The light stands were in place near the bed as Liz sipped the last of her iced tea. I touched up the makeup around her eyes, leaving the pale natural lips alone as they would be covered soon anyway. Liz shed her terry robe to reveal a pale sea green see-through negligee that she had changed into during her break, and lay back on the bed.
“Ready?” I gave her an opportunity to pause, or even change her mind if she wanted. “Yes,” she smiled. I bound her in a spread-eagle position with ropes from each bed corner. As expected, the filmy lingerie was too short to cover her Venus completely and her nipples made distinctive peaks through the silky material. This time, she was gagged with a white silk scarf tied behind her head. Her large, expertly mascara’d eyes blinked with anticipation.
“Okay, Liz, let’s see some resistance. Struggle against your ropes.” The definition in her well-toned thighs and arms sharpened as she complied. Click. Click. With each undulation of her torso I was pleased to see the hem of the negligee riding up over her fair sex. The spread of her long flailing legs widened her slit to reveal pretty pink inner lips; her gag was convincingly tight across her face. Her expression was pure erotic apprehension. Click.
It was time to flick the switch mounted in the bed’s footboard. A low whirring noise stirred the room as a thin rod about 1/4″ diameter slowly began to extend from the center of the inner footboard, directed like a homing device toward Liz’ lovely pried-open slit. She had raised her head at the sound and her eyes were nervously tracking the forward progress of the rod for a string of great shots.
As the tip of the rod made contact with its target, it settled just beneath the lips covering her clit. It prodded, and prodded again, yet again. Liz threw her head back against the pillow and let out her most convincing “mmph” of the session so far. Her thighs tensed even more. Click. The pearl was beginning to emerge above the buzzing tip, as if to greet its electronic fondler. Click.
Without warning, the tip exploded into hundreds of tiny vibrating filaments that engulfed Liz’ swollen pearl. A visible glistening slickness emerged to coat her nether lips into picture-perfection. Click. The shoot was on full autopilot now; it was just a matter of capturing what was unfolding naturally as Liz’ arousal soared, evident in the arch of her back and the tautness of her bonds as her limbs writhed against them.
A second switch was tripped; another rod emerged below the first, this one polished to a high gloss and tapered to a much greater thickness. Its narrow tip insinuated itself beneath the filament cluster pleasuring Liz to insane heights, paused for effect, then slid into Liz’ throbbing love hole to begin a vibration of its own. Click. This thicker rod slowly withdrew a bit before plunging deeper. Click. Liz groaned beneath her silk scarf gag as her honey coated ever more inches of the invading shaft. Click.
As Liz threatened to snap the ropes altogether during her fierce and sudden release, I knew I was getting some hot stuff all right and was sure the occupants of the Word of Mouth Lounge would agree.
“A little more arch in your back, Liz, and throw your head back some,” I coached the hogtied young woman who was the subject of my latest photo shoot and on her side facing me. She was clad in tight jeans, stiletto heels, and a black tank top tugged upward to reveal snugly black-brassiered breasts of generous size, her creamy topswells collaged seductively between delicate lace below and the cruder stretch cotton blend bunched above.
The flash caught her perfect compliance as the motion jutted her up bloused breasts out to their optimum and created just the right reflective shine off the black duct tape gag. As a bonus, her extended fingers crept into the shot to emphasize her struggling against the ropes binding her slender wrists behind her back. “That’s it,” I encouraged. “Now give me your best ‘mmph’ okay?”
A stifled sound escaped her nostrils and I clicked again on her helpless heroine expression. Wisps of blonde hair tumbled over the pleading baby blue eyes. The girl was an absolute natural, well worth her fee.
I strode over to her side. “Okay, Liz; now I’m going to undo your bra, all right?” She nodded assent and I undid the front clasp, tucking the loose ends up behind her under the tight top. She was young enough not to need it, for the incredible breasts remained in place, proud and exposed, puffy pink nipples quickly hardening in spite of the hot lights. I took several more frames.
“Beautiful. For the next part, I’ll pull down the jeans. Ready for that?” Again, the nod. Liz swerved so that her hips came off the floor, her weight resting on her shoulders and toes, while I unbuckled the leather belt, unbuttoned and unzipped and tugged the faded jeans down to just above her knees, revealing black lace hi-cuts that matched her bra, and immobilizing her thighs appealingly.
Another flurry of shutter clicking, then the panties were eased down to the level of the jeans. Liz had a smooth mound delicately divided with a slit guaranteed to make the Lounge occupants’ mouths water, I thought as I repositioned her on the black plush throw rug. Working quickly, mindful of the chafe of rope on Liz’ straining limbs, I captured still more of the captured beauty through my lens. Facing the camera first, then on her stomach to reveal the defiant jut of smooth bare derriere globes beneath the stretched rope anchoring wrists to ankles. Her arms were pulled far back enough to allow the sideswell of breast to vie for the viewers’ attention, and she instinctively tossed her head back for another sensational “mmph” pose. Not for the first time, I wondered if my model was getting turned on by the pressure of unclothed mons on the soft plush. Remain the professional, I reminded myself.
I switched off the hot lights, gently peeled back the tape from Liz’ mouth, and untied her for a rest break before the next setup.
*
Before going further I should introduce myself: Kelly, aspiring photojournalist unexpectedly sidetracked into a more, well, specialized field. My first bondage model was a college classmate who agreed to pose on a dare from her boyfriend. I thought, why not; light is light and I suppose it was a sort of portrait experience. They both enjoyed the pictures so much they posted them (with her face pixelated) on a blog and, well, one thing led to another. The resulting stream of would-be models felt at ease with me because I was a woman, like them, and I treated them well. The boundaries were always agreed upon in advance, never to be pushed. Sometimes I shot softcore, fully clothed damsel-style stuff; sometimes more provocative sessions like the one with Liz...
*
The light stands were in place near the bed as Liz sipped the last of her iced tea. I touched up the makeup around her eyes, leaving the pale natural lips alone as they would be covered soon anyway. Liz shed her terry robe to reveal a pale sea green see-through negligee that she had changed into during her break, and lay back on the bed.
“Ready?” I gave her an opportunity to pause, or even change her mind if she wanted. “Yes,” she smiled. I bound her in a spread-eagle position with ropes from each bed corner. As expected, the filmy lingerie was too short to cover her Venus completely and her nipples made distinctive peaks through the silky material. This time, she was gagged with a white silk scarf tied behind her head. Her large, expertly mascara’d eyes blinked with anticipation.
“Okay, Liz, let’s see some resistance. Struggle against your ropes.” The definition in her well-toned thighs and arms sharpened as she complied. Click. Click. With each undulation of her torso I was pleased to see the hem of the negligee riding up over her fair sex. The spread of her long flailing legs widened her slit to reveal pretty pink inner lips; her gag was convincingly tight across her face. Her expression was pure erotic apprehension. Click.
It was time to flick the switch mounted in the bed’s footboard. A low whirring noise stirred the room as a thin rod about 1/4″ diameter slowly began to extend from the center of the inner footboard, directed like a homing device toward Liz’ lovely pried-open slit. She had raised her head at the sound and her eyes were nervously tracking the forward progress of the rod for a string of great shots.
As the tip of the rod made contact with its target, it settled just beneath the lips covering her clit. It prodded, and prodded again, yet again. Liz threw her head back against the pillow and let out her most convincing “mmph” of the session so far. Her thighs tensed even more. Click. The pearl was beginning to emerge above the buzzing tip, as if to greet its electronic fondler. Click.
Without warning, the tip exploded into hundreds of tiny vibrating filaments that engulfed Liz’ swollen pearl. A visible glistening slickness emerged to coat her nether lips into picture-perfection. Click. The shoot was on full autopilot now; it was just a matter of capturing what was unfolding naturally as Liz’ arousal soared, evident in the arch of her back and the tautness of her bonds as her limbs writhed against them.
A second switch was tripped; another rod emerged below the first, this one polished to a high gloss and tapered to a much greater thickness. Its narrow tip insinuated itself beneath the filament cluster pleasuring Liz to insane heights, paused for effect, then slid into Liz’ throbbing love hole to begin a vibration of its own. Click. This thicker rod slowly withdrew a bit before plunging deeper. Click. Liz groaned beneath her silk scarf gag as her honey coated ever more inches of the invading shaft. Click.
As Liz threatened to snap the ropes altogether during her fierce and sudden release, I knew I was getting some hot stuff all right and was sure the occupants of the Word of Mouth Lounge would agree.
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