Fiona and the Photographer

When she had expressed an interest in the photo shoot, Fiona had specified that she was willing to go topless, but no further; her panties were to stay firmly in place. She had done topless shots in the past before working in the topless bar where Id met her, but now she needed a bit more cash and so was willing to do a few more shoots. As she was nearing thirty she was finding it a little difficult to compete with girls in their late teens and early twenties, so she said she was interested when I suggested she pose for some bondage shots. Id spoken to her a few times and got to know her a bit, so she felt she could trust me. The next time I went to the bar, I brought a folder containing some pictures Id taken of other women to show her the sort of thing she could expect. On her break she sat with me as I discreetly went through the folder with her. Some of the positions can be a little strenuous, I said as she looked at a picture of a busty redhead, whom I had tightly hogtied before ball-gagging, but most of them are very easy to maintain. As you can imagine, a few pictures of more tight bondage are necessary for variety and to keep the audience interested. She nodded. You can see from the pictures that Sarah was naked when these were taken, I continued, but obviously youd only have to go topless. Ive got a few storylines that dont require full nudity. She nodded again and smiled. Yeah, full nudity isnt my thing, and I certainly wouldnt want to do any hardcore. I wouldnt even let a boyfriend film me unless wed been together for ages! I wondered what she would have thought if she could see the pictures Id taken of Sarah bound, on her knees, and with my cock stuffing her mouth while she gazed dreamily into the camera, or the one of her spread-eagled on a bed with vibrators plugging her pussy and anus. Sometimes I use nipple clamps on my models, I said as she looked at a picture of a slim, athletic blonde who stood with her back to a post, to which her wrists were bound, above her head. She was naked except for a g-string and a pair of highheels, gagged with a strip of cloth and blindfolded. A silver clip pinched each nipple, and they were joined by a thin chain. We can talk about what accessories we would use in the shoot. I let her look through the rest of the folder, then asked her if she was interested. She said she had to get back to work, but shed let me know next time I was in. Two days later I went back to see her and she said that she was interested if the price was right. I made her an offer for a day of her time and she accepted, reiterating her conditions: topless only, no cocks and no penetration of her body. I agreed and, after getting her measurements and shoe size, told her to come round to my place in two days time for 9 am. Hello, Fiona, I greeted her at my front door and led her through my house to the studio at the back. Hi, she said. She was dressed in a tight pastel yellow t-shirt, jeans and a pair of trainers. The studio was fitted out with lighting gear, a couple of cameras and was set out like an office. A small desk and chair with a phone, a computer and some files were set out at one end of the studio, while a larger desk, similarly set out dominated the other end. Can I get you a drink? I asked.

Just a diet coke, please. I got her a drink, then told her how the shoot would go. The idea for this shoot is not very original, Im afraid. Youll play a secretary who gets into trouble with her boss for talking too much on the phone to her boyfriend, emailing her friends all day, and generally not doing enough work. Ill take a few photos of that. Then your boss, whos never in shot, finds you slacking, and ties you to your chair fully clothed. He then decides to punish you properly to make sure you dont misbehave in future, so he wheels you on your chair into his office, i.e. to the other end of the studio, where he gags you with a ball-gag hes just been dying to use on you and opens your blouse to reveal your bra. Then youre untied from the chair and bent over the desk. At this point in the story your boss spanks you, but the pictures will just be of you bent over the desk. Then Ill untie you and remove your suit jacket, blouse and bra, and hogtie you on your boss desk, and take pictures of you from various angles. Then Ill tighten your hogtie, which will cause your breasts to be lifted up off the desk, and Ill clamp your nipples. Youll be a bit uncomfortable at this point, but Ill be quick to take the photos, then Ill take the clamps off and untie you. Youll be retied over the desk for a caning there will be a cane in shot, but obviously Im not going to use it on you with your skirt rucked up around your waist, but your knickers will be firmly in place. Finally, youre tied up on your knees, gagged to begin with, then the gag comes out. When thats all done, Ill untie you. Right. So Ill be gagged for most of the shoot? Fiona asked. Yep. But if you start trying to talk through the gag, Ill take it out, so dont worry about that. OK. The other thing, I said, is that obviously these pictures will be published along with a story. The story has a hardcore ending, which isnt reflected in the photos, but I thought you should be aware of it. Whats the ending? she asked. The gag comes out while the secretary is still tied up so that she can give her boss head. Her mobile rings while shes sucking him, and he fishes it out of her jacket pocket, where she tried to hide it when he found her chatting to her boyfriend. He answers it and, sure enough, its the boyfriend. He tells the boyfriend that shes in a meeting taking something down and has left her mobile behind. She might be a while because its something shes very keen to get right, shes putting an awful lot of effort in and she has a natural aptitude for it. Hell get her to call him as soon as she gets back, as no doubt it must be important for him to call her in the middle of the working day. All the while the secretary is carrying on with the blow-job. He hangs up, then decides to film his secretarys efforts on her own phone. He finally comes on her face, which he films, then takes a few photos of her. He then blue-tooths the video clip and the photos to his own phone and tells her that if shes ever that lazy again hell make her a star of the internet and the world will be able to watch her do something shes very enthusiastic about. He unties her; she cleans herself up, gets dressed and gets back to work, but doesnt delete the clip or pictures from her phone the implication being that she enjoyed what her boss had done to her. Are you happy with that? She had got slightly red in the face as I had spoken, and she answered slightly breathlessly, As long as the photos dont reflect that, Im fine. Cool. Could you just sign this form, saying that you agree to have these pictures taken, and that you agree to be tied up? Afterwards, provided youre happy with everything and Ive paid you, Ill ask you to sign another form, which says that you give me permission to publish your image. She scanned through the first form, then signed it.

OK, then, I said. Theres a changing room over there with a womans suit, blouse, and shoes, all in your size. Could you get changed into them, then come back? Feel free to use the adjoining toilet. I checked my cameras and the lighting levels while I waited for her. I little while later she walked back into the studio, a sight to behold. The skirt was a tight pencil skirt that covered most of her thighs, and sculpted the contours of her bottom. Her three-inch heels did a great job of elongating her calves, bringing her to a height of five feet four inches. Even under her suit jacket, I could see that her blouse was very tight over her silicon-enhanced breasts. Wow, I said, and she smiled and shrugged. I handed her a bobble and said, Could you tie your hair back for the first part of the shoot, please? She pulled her black hair back into a ponytail and tied it in place. Right, I announced, lets get to work. I took a few photos of Fiona sitting at her desk, looking bored, then on the deskphone, then as if she was typing an email. Then I took a couple of her on her mobile to her boyfriend. Then it was time for the bondage. I tied her wrists together, and to the back of the office chair, and took a couple of photos. Then I wheeled her over to the other desk. Taking out a large, shiny red ball-gag I said, Open up. She baulked slightly at the size of the rubber ball, but opened her mouth wide. The ball popped in behind her teeth, and I buckled the strap at the top of her neck. She looked up at me wide-eyed and I took some close-ups of her face. The arousal Id seen in her slight flush when Id told her about the ending of the story was now slightly more apparent in her big brown eyes as she realised how helpless she was. I smiled down at her, set my camera aside and unbuttoned her blouse, then took a few more shots of her. I untied her from the chair, but kept her wrists bound, helped her to stand and bent her over the side of the desk. I took pictures of her in profile lying over the desk, from the front, and finally from the rear. I was quite hands-on in shifting her sideways, to a central position at the side of the desk in that I grasped her hips as if I was shagging her, then physically moved her. I told her to look back over her shoulder at me, then snapped a few more pictures. That done, I removed her gag and untied her. So far so good, I said. Those pictures will sell really well, and we havent even seen your breasts yet. She smiled. I am quite proud of my backside. So you should be. Could you take your jacket, blouse and bra off, please? She did so. I asked her to climb up onto the desk, and lie face-down, which she did. I then bound her wrists together, and her ankles, and tied then connected the two ropes with a third rope, completing a snug, but not harsh hog-tie. I reinserted the ball-gag and took a few pictures of her from various angles of her lying helplessly on the desk with her large tits squashed beneath her. I turned her into her side and took some pictures of her like that, with her breasts pointed at the camera. Oh, youve got a bit of I said, walking towards her, and pretending to rub a piece of fluff or something from her left nipple. She snorted softly and her nipple grew hard at the contact, but I pretended not to notice and just went back to taking pictures. I rolled her back onto her stomach, and said, This will be the toughest part. She met my eyes and nodded. I knew from past experience with these models that the look in her eyes meant she was simmering nicely and with the right treatment would soon be eagerly performing whatever sordid act I demanded. Sarah the redhead had been only too happy to take my dick in her mouth once I had put her in the right state of mind with vibrators in her pussy and backside. Those

vibrators had worked the sweet, shy nineteen year old into a sexual frenzy without giving her the orgasm her quivering body needed so desperately. She seemed to forget that she was only posing for these pictures for money to help clear serious credit card debts as she squealed that, yes, she was a very bad girl who deserved everything she got. Yes, she whined, she was a big-titted slut who loved cock too much for her own good. Yes, she was a bitch in heat who was a slave to her own cunt. Yes, she would be honoured to take my cock in her greedy whores mouth. I had untied her from her spread-eagle and quickly tied her on her knees, with her hands behind her back. She had swallowed my load without hesitation, and then begged as if for her life when I lay her on her back and told her that I would need a bit more convincing before Id let her come. I teased her for a few more minutes before fingering her until she squirted all over the studio floor. Then I made her suck me again while I mocked her for making a mess of my nice clean floor with her pussy juice. The slim, athletic-looking blonde Id photographed tied to a post with her nipples clamped was a woman called Danielle. In her early thirties, she was a successful manager in a large company, and we had dated for a while before I slowly introduced her to bondage in our private life. Danielle took a lot more breaking than Sarah, but after a few sessions, Danielle could be brought to the begging point just as easily. One of my fondest memories of my time with her was having her tied down over a vaulting horse while she nosily and messily sucked my cock, and then calmly telling her, Do you remember that thing that, at the start of our relationship, you said youd never do? She had nodded, still sucking me like crazy. I pulled from her mouth in shower of spit, and she gasped, Yes, sir, before straining forward to lick the head of my cock. Well tonight youre going to do it, I said, showing her the tube of KY jelly. Yes, sir, was all she had said, such was her conditioning. She had later posed for bondage photos for me as part of our private life, and I had enjoyed tying her up and setting her tasks like, If you dont suck me off within ten minutes, Im emailing those photos of you where youre dressed as a nun and covered in spunk to Beckis [her best friends] husband from your email address, or, while fucking her bound over a table, If you had to train Becki for my service, what would you do to her? Make it nice and graphic, or Kellys going to get to see what her little sister looks like with my cock up her arse. There were others: Maria, the bolshy chav who had thought she could walk into my photo-shoot and call the shots, but had left after whimpering her way through her third orgasm; Connie and Sharon, two friends who had come together for mutual support, but had gone through some predicament bondage that had left them unable to look each other in the eye as each had vied for my good favour with blatant disregard for how that might affect her friend; Leah and Jade, twin sisters who now did everything together, thanks to me; thirty-four year old Mika, whom I had bound and gagged and fucked senseless, while she was forced to watch a video made a week earlier of her eighteen year old daughter, Jenni, getting exactly the same treatment. The last one had been particularly fun, telling Mika that she came far more easily than her daughter while she begged for permission to orgasm again and again through the rubber ball wedged between her teeth, and there was me thinking her daughter was an easy slut! I could hardly wait to see what levels of degradation I could reduce Fiona to. I untied the rope connecting her wrist bindings to her ankle bindings and let her flex her legs a bit. Then I bound her elbows tightly so that they almost touched. Youre a flexible girl, arent you, I asked. She grunted around the gag in response. I then doubled a piece of rope, held the central loop in the middle of her back, between her shoulder-blades, ran the ends under her armpit, over her shoulder,

behind her neck, over the other shoulder, under the other armpit, and back to the central loop. I threaded the ends through the loop, then ran them up to where the rope ran across the back of her neck. I threaded them under the lines there, and ran them back down, past the central loop, past her arms to the rope binding her ankles together. I threaded them through these ropes, then pulled the whole ensemble slowly tighter and tighter until Fionas whole body was tightly bound under extreme tension. Her heels touched her buttocks and her shoulders were drawn back towards her feet. As intended, her nipples no longer touched the desktop. I finally pulled the bobble free from her hair, letting her glossy black hair frame her face. I took a few picture of her as she breathed hoarsely through her nose. I particularly revelled in taking my time photographing her face, as she looked up with wide eyes that pleaded with me to hurry. I put my camera down and reached out to cup her breasts. As she snorted in disbelief, I said, I need to make sure your nipples are erect for the clamps. I produced the nipple clamps, identical to the ones I had used on Danielle in the photos I had shown Fiona two days previous, and attached them to her nipples. She groaned slightly, and her forehead furrowed slightly at the further discomfort, but there was nothing she could do except close her eyes and try to ride the pain. She knew it would be over soon. I took some pictures of her like that, then told her to open her eyes, and took some pictures of her face with the clamps in view, then took some more shots in profile. I want you to drool, I ordered her abruptly. She looked at me, suddenly surprised. Work up some spit and let it out of your bottom lip. She did, and I took some photos as her saliva hung in strands from her chin and plopped onto the desk in front of her. Good girl. She began to mumble around the gag. I looked into her eyes and could see that she was in pain, but also that she was incredibly turned on. Nearly done, I said, innocently forgetting the promise Id made to remove the gag as soon as she tried to talk. She began to mumble more loudly, with a look of outrage in her eyes. Shush. Im trying to think what else I need to do with you in this position. She began to wriggle in her bonds and test the ropes while her protests grew more vocal. Nice, I murmured, clicking away again. When she realised her struggles were just giving me what I wanted, she stopped. I put my camera down, then approached her. She looked up at me defiantly as I removed the clamps. I knew at that moment that she had never worn a pair before because of the look of surprise blossomed across her face as circulation returned to her nipples, causing acute pain. She moaned piteously into her gag and closed her eyes. Poor baby, I whispered as I massaged her breasts. Her eyes flew open and she frowned at me. I shouldnt be so mean to these jugs, should I? Her frown became fractionally deeper. I reached down, and slowly pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her thighs and arse. I smartly slapped her backside, and was rewarded with an angry grunt. I took a few more photos. I put a hand under her shoulder, and one under her thigh, then rolled her onto her side, as she had been before in the less stringent hog-tie. I gently trailed the hand that was on her thigh towards her crotch, and felt her tense slightly more in her

already taut position. I didnt actually touch her crotch, but where my hand rested on her thigh I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and she knew I could feel it. I looked her in the eyes and said, You seem to be a bit hot down there. She blushed and looked away, but I could see her unmistakable need. I picked up my camera and took a few more pictures before putting it down, and then slackening off her hogtie, reducing the tension massively. She sighed and visibly relaxed. I took a few pictures of her in this position, with her g-string on display, telling her she looked amazing. I asked her to toss her hair and look in certain directions, sometimes into the camera, sometimes up as if at an unseen figure, as I photographed her from different angles. Finally, I put the camera down and stood over her. I unbuckled the gag and drew it out of her mouth. You said youd take the gag out as soon as I tried to speak, she said as soon as she was able. Sorry, I said soothingly as I began to untie her. I was nearly finished, and wanted to get some pictures of you looking a bit more angry and indignant. I knew you were suffering from the clamps, so when I got the pictures I was after, I took them off, and you calmed down, so I took some more pictures. You look so hot in these pictures wait til you see yourself. I feel hot, she smiled. Over the desk, right? Thats right. She stood in front of the desk and bent over the top of it, her tight skirt still rucked up around her waist. I tied her wrists together in front of her and drew the end of the rope down to the floor underneath the desk, where I tied it off to a cross-bar that ran parallel to the floor between the legs of the desk. I then tied a piece of rope to her left ankle, drew it to the left and tied if off to desk leg, then repeated the procedure with the right ankle. The result was that her legs were spread as wide as they could be. I trailed a hand up the inside of her thigh, avoiding her pussy and smiled as her body trembled. She looked over her shoulder at me and subtly licked her lips, then bit down on her lower lip. I took another piece of rope and tied it to her left leg, just above the knee. As I did so, I breathed gently on her exposed thigh. She shuddered and moaned quietly. I then tied the rope off to the top of the desk leg. When I breathed on her other thigh, closer to her crotch, as I was fixing the other leg in the same manner she gasped, I need it. I finished securing her right leg as she said, I want your cock. Im so hot for it. Well I want doesnt get, I teased, as I tapped her pussy gently through the material of her g-string. She convulsed slightly, looked over her shoulder and tossed her hair. Please! she moaned. Please let me have it. I picked up the ball-gag and walked around the desk to present it to her mouth. Please, she moaned again, but obediently opened her mouth to take the gag. I buckled it in place, then walked back round to the other side of the desk, picked up my camera and began to take pictures of her. I placed the cane at various places on the desk, across her back, on the floor, propped against the desk and snapped away. When I was happy with the pictures I had, I put the camera down and said, Im going to fuck you now, then Im going to put you on your knees for the last few photos, then youre going to suck me off. Understand? Fiona eagerly nodded as I lowered her g-string to reveal her soft groove and her tidy patch of black hair. I fingered her briefly, and marvelled loudly about how hot and wet she was after just a little bit of bondage. Then I undressed and took her. She

climaxed quickly, after only a few strokes, but I carried on fucking her for about fifteen minutes, until she came again. Both times, her whole body twitched and tensed, then she groaned around the gag. After I made her come the second time, I pulled out of her, pulled her g-string back up, then quickly untied her arms and retied them behind her back, and tightly cinched her elbows again. I freed her legs, then had her kneel and separately tied her ankles to her thighs, preventing her from straightening her legs. I took a few photos of her like that while saying things like, Youd better do a good job sucking my cock, or Ill have to put the clamps back on you, and Ill enjoy watching you clean up the mess your little pussy has left on my dick. Then I took her gag out and took a few more photos. All the while she looked at me with her big brown eyes, which were still full of the need to submit to me. When I finished taking my photos, I put the camera aside and stood in front of the bound, kneeling woman who had sworn to never do any hardcore porn, not even make a home movie with anything less than a long-term boyfriend, and picked up my mobile. Ive decided to film my secretarys efforts for my personal collection, I told her. She knelt gazing up at me and breathed, Your personal collection? So that means you wont distribute it in any way? If you please me, youve got nothing to worry about. She panted once uncontrollably as a wave of arousal swept through her at the implied threat to her dignity, causing her breasts to quiver. I pointed the camera at her and pressed record and said, Now suck. She went to work with as much gusto as Sarah had, though possibly for different reasons. Sarah had been kept on the edge for ages and was earning her orgasm, whereas Fiona had already come twice; but Sarah had agreed to a hardcore shoot, whereas Fiona didnt want this video clip to find its way to the web. I couldnt help but think about the ways Fiona would subjugate herself to me if I gave her predicaments like this, while at the same time keeping her sex-starved. I directed her where to look, when to lick and when to suck, I pulled out of her mouth and bounced my cock on her cheek, and asked her questions intended to humiliate her, like, Does your pussy juice taste nice on my cock? Have you sucked many cocks, or are you just naturally good at it? and Imagine what the girls you work with at the bar would say if they could see you now. I bet theyve got up to some things in their time, but what would they think of you sucking a man so desperately in the hope that he wont humiliate you on the internet? All the while, I squeezed and slapped her tits and tweaked her nipples, often none-too-gently. Finally, I whipped my dick out of her mouth to spray thick jets of come all over her face and in her hair while she closed her eyes and revelled in her submission. I saved the video clip on my phone, took a couple of photos on my camera phone, then without saying a word to her, lowered her gently onto her back, pulled her gstring to one side, and finger-fucked her to a squirting orgasm like Sarah had had. After she had come, I made her lick my fingers clean, then I untied her. I helped her to her feet and gave her a cloth with which to wipe my jizz from her face. Theres a shower through that door, then first on the right, I told her. Go and get yourself cleaned up while I get your pay ready. There are towels in there, and a fresh toothbrush. While Fiona was showering, I counted out the sum we had agreed on in twentypound notes, then wiped up the mess Fiona had made on the floor during her third orgasm. She came back into the room some while later with a towel wrapped round her body, and one round her head. Ill just go and get dressed, she said and disappeared off to her changing room.

When she returned, dressed in her jeans and t-shirt, I gave her money to her and asked her to sign the second disclaimer, which would allow me to use the photos I had taken of her. She read the disclaimer, then said, What about the video on your phone? Now that shed had time to reflect in the shower, she saw the implied threat of the video as a serious danger to her dignity, rather than part of an erotic power-struggle. Er are you going to delete it? No. She looked perturbed and said, You wont show anyone, will you? I might. She met my eyes angrily. But you said I know what I said. And yes, your performance was acceptable, so I wont post the clip on the internet. But I said nothing about not showing your talents to my friends, or other girls like you. What do you mean, Girls like me? she asked quietly. Girls who come here expecting one thing, and are then confronted with something completely different, but something they always needed without realising it. You expected to bare your tits for a while, get tied up, go home with more money than you came with, and then think about whether youd want to do it again. Instead, you got more turned than youve ever been in your life, you forgot your own rules about not being penetrated or filmed with a cock, you had three mind-blowing orgasms, and wound up covered in spunk. I guarantee that by tomorrow youll be clamouring to do it all again. What are you saying? she demanded, angry now. What do you mean, saying I always needed it? Her voice was rising. Are you calling me a slut? Is that what you mean by girls like me? Fiona You think that because I have breast implants and I agreed to be tied up for some shots that got out of hand Im easy! I dont, I said firmly. When I said Girls like you I meant Girls who agreed to shoots like this, as you have. I get all sorts of girls in here. Do you remember the redhead in the portfolio I showed you? She was hogtied in some photos, spread-eagled on a bed in others? She nodded, calmed slightly. Well, she was such a shy girl. She knew she had a good body, and that she was pretty, but she didnt have your confidence. I went on to tell her that Sarah had agreed to full nudity and penetration with toys for the money to pay off debts, and how I soon had her begging for an orgasm, which she earned by sucking me off. I have pictures not only of her penetrated in her pussy and arse with vibrators, which I removed from the portfolio I showed you because I didnt want to offend you, but also of her sucking my dick. A blow-job was never supposed to be part of the shoot, but she couldnt help herself, she wanted to come so bad. Afterwards, for a bit more money, she gave her permission for the blow-job photos to be posted on my website, along with the other ones. She was a nice, shy girl who did what she wanted to in the moment. She had calmed down a bit more, but still didnt look happy. Come with me, I said suddenly and walked away towards the main part of the house, away from the studio. I led her to the living room, and told her to take a seat on the settee. I picked up a DVD case, took the disc and put it in the DVD player. The girl in this film is called Charlotte. She went to university, then got a good job at a major company. Thats where I met her, before I got into

photography full-time. A couple of years later I happened to see her in a bar and we got talking. She had lost her job due to a major restructure and her boyfriend had lost his job a week later. She hadnt been able to find anything else yet, and hed had to take a serious pay-cut in a lesser role, while looking for something better. Her redundancy money had run out, and she found a job that wasnt well paid either, and now they were struggling to make ends meet, with a mortgage and a car on credit. I told her what I did for a living, without being too explicit, and half-jokingly told her that if she needed a bit of spare cash, I paid well. She hadnt been too happy at my remark, so I quickly changed the topic of conversation. A little while later, when she was a bit more drunk, I mentioned my work again as if trying to make her think better of me, and said that there was a large variation in the strength of photos I took. We chatted a bit more, then I said that Id better go, could I walk her to a taxi, etc, etc. A few days later, she called me, having visited my website. She said she really could do with the money, and she wanted to talk prices. She said her boyfriend had agreed to a fully nude video as long as there was no penetration. I would tie her up, film her struggles, play with her breasts, but not her pussy, and spank her lightly. All those things went into the final DVD, which is available for sale, but this is the uncut version, which, just like the footage of you, is part of my own private collection. I pressed play on the DVD, and the TV screen came to life. I sat down on the settee next to Fiona. A pretty woman in her mid-twenties sat on an armchair. She was attractive in a cute kind of way, with long, mid-brown hair, very pale skin and grey eyes. She was dressed in a dark brown, flowing skirt, brown leather knee-high boots and a dark green blouse. She was not looking into the camera, but rather off to one side, and she seemed nervous and fidgety. Hi Charlie, I said, from out of shot. Hello, she said, rather timidly. How are you feeling about the shoot today? A bit nervous, she smiled. Ive never even considered doing anything like this before. Well youll be fine. Could you stand up for me, please. She stood in front of the armchair. The camera panned out to give a full body shot of her. She was small, perhaps only five feet tall, and was busty and curvaceous, with a trim waist, but a very feminine arc to her hips. Turn so that your backs to the camera. Good, now bend over. She bent forwards, putting her hands on one arm of the chair and pointed her backside at the camera. Looking off to the right, she said, Hows this? Fine, I said, as the camera panned in close to her bottom. Whos filming if youre not? asked Fiona. Danielle, my girlfriend at the time. Shake for me. She slowly shook her backside. Straighten up and turn around. She stood and faced the camera, as it panned out again. She rubbed her hands down her hips, as if smoothing her skirt, then dry-washed them, then folded her arms under her breasts, then tried to relax and do nothing, but quickly went back to drywashing them. Dont know what to do with your hands? I enquired lightly.

She smiled nervously. You wont have to worry about them soon enough. In the meantime, keep them busy by taking your blouse off. Her smile faded but she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her large, milky white breasts supported in a simple, white lace bra. She put her blouse on the armchair, then looked off to the right again, blushing slightly. And now your bra. She reached behind herself and unhooked the bra, then pulled it off, letting her breasts swing free. She had the ripe figure one would expect of a woman in her midtwenties. Her breasts were full and heavy without sagging. This time, she stood looking down at the floor below the camera, her fists clenched by her sides, fighting the urge to cover herself. Cup your tits. Slowly she obeyed. Lean forward and show us some cleavage. She obeyed again. Now look into the camera and lick your lips. Thats a good girl. By now she was blushing scarlet. OK. Straighten up, let go of your breasts and turn around. I entered the frame and firmly drew her hands behind her back, where I tied them together at the wrists. The act of binding was caught in close-up. Then, also in close-up, I bound her elbows as close together as I could. Turning her back round by her shoulders, the viewer could see that her shoulders were drawn back and her tits thrust forward. Standing behind her, I began to grope her. Her breathing was slightly harder than it had been, and she still refused to look into the camera. I left the frame leaving her to stand with her arms tightly bound behind her back. Her eyes followed me out of frame. Do you think you have nice jugs? I suppose, she said quietly. You must address me as sir, Charlie, or Ill punish you. Sorry, sir. Do you think you have nice jugs? Yes or no. Umm, yes, sir. And do you have a nice arse? Yes, sir. Then show us. She turned and gathered her long skirt awkwardly with her bound hands, revealing her pale thighs above her knee-high boots. She bent forward slightly and pushed her bottom backwards towards the camera, the cheeks of her backside divided by a narrow thong. I came back into shot and seized her wrists with my left hand, elevating them and causing Charlie to bend right over. With the other hand, I rucked her skirt up over her backside while I stood to one side, making sure that the camera had an unobstructed view of the almost-naked buttocks. I unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the ground, leaving her naked except for her boots and thong. The camera tracked around clock-wise, showing the still-bent-over Charlie in profile, her heavy breasts hanging beneath her. My right hand reached down to cup her right breast and drew a sharp breath from the bound girl. Have you ever been tied up before? I asked, firmly kneading her breast. No, sir, gasped Charlie in response. Not even by your boyfriend? He never suggested it, sir. Well more fool him, I said lightly.

I let go of her arms and told her to straighten up and face the camera, which she did. I glanced over at Fiona. Her cheeks were flushed slightly and she was breathing heavily. What do you think? I asked. She started. Not bad. Shes an attractive girl. I can see why you chose her for your shoot. I doubled a rope and passed it around Charlies waist, and put the ends through the central loop. I then tied a knot in the length, just where it would come to rest against her pussy when I drew it up between her legs. When the knot settled into place as I pulled firmly, the bound girl let out a soft groan and her eyes widened. I then tied the ends to the rope circling her waist behind her back. The rope between her legs was tight enough that even through the material of her thong, her pussy lips could clearly be seen pouting around it. This was where I took my first liberty with poor Charlie, I informed Fiona. She had said that I wasnt to touch her pussy, but she was willing to go fully nude. By tying that crotch-rope in place I was pushing her limits in such a way as to demonstrate my power over her body and heighten her arousal while at the same time making it acceptable to her by keeping her pussy still covered at this stage. Fiona nodded slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on the screen. I took another piece of rope, doubled it, passed it around Charlies torso just below her breasts, then threaded the ends through the central loop behind her back, then quickly passed the rope around her chest a few times both above and below her tits. After running the ends through the central loop again, I ran the ends over her shoulder, down between her breasts and ran them under the coils of rope beneath her breasts. I then ran the ends up to the coils above her breasts, and cinched these together with the coils below. The look on her face, caught by the camera, as the coils squeezed her generous tits together was full of submissive need, and was accompanied by her subconsciously pushing her chest forwards. Finally, I ran the ends back up her chest, over the opposite shoulder and tied them off to the central loop between her shoulder blades. How does that feel? I asked. Nice, sir, she sighed. I leisurely groped her bounds breasts and tugged gently on the crotch-rope, delighting in the sounds of arousal she was making, and the mildly distressed frown on her face. I left the shot and returned a moment later, dangling a large red ball-gag in front of Charlies face. Do you know what this is? I asked. Yes, sir, she said, looking me in the eye. I quickly popped the gag into her mouth and fastened the buckle behind her head. I then left the shot, leaving Charlie to gaze mutely at the camera, her need plain as day on her face. You can see how aroused she is, cant you? I asked Fiona, who was pretty aroused herself, judging by her breathing. Yes, sir, she replied, looking intently at the bound girl on the screen.

I smiled to myself, satisfied at the way Fiona had referred to me as sir. I reached across and lightly ran my hand down her neck and across her shoulder. She trembled slightly, and gasped softly. Take your t-shirt and bra off for me, Fiona, I said. Slowly she obeyed, keeping her eyes fixed on the TV, where Charlie was now following orders to bend and sway this way and that to show off her breasts and bottom. You see the point Im trying to make, Fiona? Charlie is a good girl. If you walked past her in the street, youd think she was the typical girl-next-door and yet here she is bound and gagged, and extremely turned on. I reached out and gently squeezed Fionas left breast. Yes, sir. I see. I took a few pieces of rope from a side-table next to the couch and gently drew her arms behind her back. She didnt resist in the slightest, and very quickly her wrists were bound together, as were her elbows. After making Charlie wait for a few minutes for the next part of her treatment, I entered the shot and helped Charlie into a sitting position on the floor. I crossed her ankles in front of her and bound them together, then tied the binding to the rope encircling her waist, meaning she couldnt straighten her knees. I straightened up, and looked down at Charlie. You look adorable, I told the gagged girl who was looking up at me. The very picture of doe-eyed female submission. She nodded slightly, looking up eagerly. I reached down and squeezed her breasts and was rewarded with a long, low moan. Well see how deep that submission goes later on. Again she nodded, and her eyes followed me out of shot. Fiona pressed her breasts against me, and looked up into my eyes. Keep watching, I said, reaching round to fondle both her breasts. Surely you want to see what else Charlie has to endure. She nodded and sighed. After while, I returned to the frame. The way she stared into the camera, tested her bonds and looked up eagerly when I entered the shot made it obvious that Charlie was frustrated at being treated so casually when this was clearly a big deal for her. She was flushed, and as I got closer, she blatantly thrust her breasts forwards more than her bondage was already forcing her to. Want your big jugs played with? I asked mockingly. She snorted her arousal at being spoken to so crudely, which caused her tits to quiver, and she nodded. In a moment, my randy little bitch. I took her by the shoulders and lowered her onto her back. The ropes binding her legs meant that her ankles remained crossed in a sitting position, but now the seat of her arse was no longer on the floor. The camera zoomed in towards the crotch rope, which was visibly bisecting her cunt. Nnnnggggghhh, groaned Charlie loudly when I began to tug gently on the rope. The camera zoomed out as I said, Is that rope making you hot? She nodded fervently. Has it turned you into a poor little slut who cant control herself? Charlie didnt nod this time, but just lay there looking up helplessly at her tormentor, truly realising now that she was my plaything. I saw her eyes cloud, her

stomach kick and her tits quiver as a second realisation hit her: she would willingly submit to my every whim. Youve got her now, whispered Fiona. Well, randy little sluts like you need to be punished, I told Charlie. And with that I began to spank her backside and thighs, ignoring her indignant whining. When I was finished, I untied her ankles and helped her to stand, then attached nipple clamps to her tenderised nubs and led her by the connecting chain off to the right. Charlie moaned with pain as the clamps were attached, then followed quickly to avoid the painful tugging at her breasts. I led her over to a part of the room that had previously been out of shot, and the camera followed. I brought her to a halt under a doubled rope which hung from a winch on the ceiling. I tied one end of the rope to the bindings at the wrists and took the other end in my hands, and pulled down. The result was that the other end was pulled upwards, raising Charlies arms and causing her to bend forward. The camera caught her in profile, bending so that her torso was parallel to the floor and her breasts hung beneath her. Then I tied the rope off to a bracket on the wall in front of Charlie, meaning that she could see the knot that kept her in this strict position but could do absolutely nothing to free herself. I reached under her and tugged at the chain linking her clamps, and laughed cruelly as she moaned. Then I slapped her breasts a few time, causing her moans to grow more piteous. I thought you wanted your jugs played with, I chided her. Nnnnggghhh, she moaned around the red rubber ball jamming her mouth. The camera tracked round to behind her bottom as I walked down her opposite flank. Lets see how much youve enjoyed that rope down there, I said as I united the crotch-rope. As I pulled it free of her clutching pussy lips, Charlie sighed through her nose. Then I slowly lowered her thong, revealing a pussy that was visibly sopping wet. The gusset of her knickers was testament to how aroused the powerless girl was. I drew the knickers down her legs and ordered her to step out of them, then walked back along the length of Charlies body. The camera tracked along her body, then came to rest on her face, zooming in close enough so that the shot was dominated by her face and the knickers I held in my hand. I unfolded the garment and showed it to her. Although she was already flushed with arousal, she now blushed bright red in embarrassment when she saw how wet her knickers were. She glanced to her right, to look into the camera, totally aware that her humiliation would soon be on the internet for all, including her boyfriend, to see. She moaned again into her gag as the camera zoomed out to show her body in profile. I crouched down in front of her and took her chin in my hand, to force her to look into my eyes. Time to serve your master, my dear, I said softly. Her body trembled and she held my eyes for a few seconds before slowly nodding. I stood up, picked up a spreader-bar that was resting against a side-wall. I walked to her rear end and strapped the cuffs to her ankles, forcing her legs far apart. While I did this, Charlie looked shyly at the camera, seemingly uncertain about whether her greatest act of submission to me would be part of the film as well. When

the bar was firmly in place, I stood up and slowly ran my hand up her thighs, but avoided her pussy, then slapped her smartly on her arse. That slap will be the last act of the film, I told her. That was what we agreed nude bondage, no contact with your hot, dripping little pussy. She nodded. But we both know this isnt finished, dont we? Mmmmfff, she moaned, nodding her head vigorously as her tits heaved. You want to be fucked like the slut you are. Mmmmmmmfffffff, she squealed, nodding again. Maybe later, if youre a good girl, I said, swatting her on the backside and walking behind the camera. Charlie watched me go in shock, then her eyes followed me as, out of shot, I left the room. She wasnt expecting that, was she? said Fiona, smiling at me. No she wasnt. And shes particularly miffed, because Ive left the room with Danielle. I reached down and took off Fionas shoes, and then pulled her jeans and knickers off, leaving her naked, with her arms pinned behind her back. Watching this DVD of Charlie is making me want to do all sorts of things to you, I told Fiona. Well youve got me where you want me, she muttered, looking at me coyly. Without further ado, I bent her over the arm of the sofa, so that she was kneeling on the seat, with stomach resting on the arm, and smacked her hard on the backside. I stood and quickly undressed, then knelt behind her. With one smooth thrust I was inside her hot, wet tunnel. She moaned throatily as I began to fuck her slowly. Keep watching Charlies plight, I instructed. Id been gone from the shot for maybe three minutes when I returned leading Danielle on a leash. Charlie eyed Danielle uneasily, and cast furtive glances at me. The blondes arms were tied behind her back in the same way that Charlies were wrists together, elbows together forcing her modest breasts forwards as if in offering. She was completely naked except for a pair of black high heels, which were strapped in place around her ankles and brought her to a height of about five foot nine. A leather collar was buckled about her slender throat and to this was clipped a leather leash. Is that one of the girls in the portfolio? asked Fiona as I slowly screwed her. Yes. She was my girlfriend back then, rather than a model. I took lots of videos and photos of her, but never published any of them. I led Danielle to where Charlie waited in enforced idleness, then said, Kneel, bitch. She sank gracefully to her knees, and I dropped her leash, turning instead to Charlies nipple clamps. Without warning or preamble I removed the metal clips and smiled as Charlie howled her pain into her gag a moment later. I then untied the ropes that squeezed her breasts, and put them to one side. I stood, massaging her sensitive breasts. I bet most guys are very nice to you because of the size of these, I said, bouncing her breasts up and down in my hands. I, on the other hand, find it very easy to be nasty to girls with big jugs. I find that most big-titted women enjoy being put in their place, even more so than women with smaller breasts. A bit of rope to

make their udders bulge, and clamps in the right places, and the poor cows cant help themselves; theyre gasping for whatever treatment their masters will give them. Udders? muttered Fiona. Is that how you see me? Hush, or Ill gag you. Charlie didnt seem too happy at the language Id use to describe her body or her state of arousal. But I ignored the look of anger on her face and said to Danielle, Lick that nipple. Danielle leaned forward slightly and extended her tongue to lick the nipple of the breast dangling in front on her. Charlie squealed and tried to move away from Danielle, but her bondage meant she had nowhere to go. Dont like the idea of a woman licking your nipple? I laughed. Nnnnnffff, she whined, shaking her head. I walked round to her beautifully presented bottom. But youre so wet back here. I inserted two fingers into her pussy and laughed as she squealed desperately and her body quaked on the edge of an orgasm. Come here, Danielle, I said, smiling as Charlie realised what Danielles next task would be and began to struggle against her bonds and to moan. A large strand of saliva could be seen hanging from her gagged lips. Danielle stood and came obediently. Kneel down, and just breathe on that pussy. But dont put your mouth on her until I tell you to. Im sure the randy little bitch will enjoy being made to wait. I positioned in front of Charlies face and removed the gag. Please dont make her, gasped Charlie. Why not? Because I wanted you to to have me. Its not right for a woman Please. Not right? You wont feel that way when shes given you the best orgasm of your life. No! Please! I walked out of shot, and Charlie eyed me forlornly. At this stage, she knew what was going to happen to her. Shes not asking you to let her go, is she, sir? said Fiona. I think the slut will take her orgasm any way she can get it. I think youre right. But then youd know all about sluts taking their orgasms any way they can get them, wouldnt you? I began to fuck the bound woman faster, and delighted in her deeper breathing. Answer the question, my hot little cunt, I said when she didnt answer. Yes, sir. You know you know Id do whatever you UUUUUHHHHH! Uuhhhhh, uuunnnnggggghhhhhh. Her whole body shuddered and her backside thrust against my pelvis as she came and I continued to fuck her. I entered the scene again naked, stroking my cock. Youre going to take this in your mouth, I told Charlie, and if you do a good job, Ill fuck you with it. Otherwise, youll be experiencing how able Danielle is with her tongue. She nodded, panting from the effect of Danielles breath on her pussy. I stepped forward and thrust my cock into her open mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on the shaft presented to her.

Open your mouth wider, bitch, I said after a moment. Wider. Take it deeper. She gasped and spluttered around my cock. Use your tongue. Lick the head. Nnnnggghhhh, she moaned. Wider. You suck cock like a nun. Take it like a woman. She moaned again. She told me later that she had only sucked one cock in her life, and that was her boyfriends, and then she only did it when it was a special occasion, or when she was really drunk. Fiona had calmed from her orgasm and was now watching the screen again as I continued to fuck her leisurely. Lick her, Danielle. Charlie squealed alarmingly around the cock stuffing her mouth as the kneeling blonde went to work. Within a few seconds, she was coming. Her whole body went utterly still and then twitched a few times, setting her full breasts to jiggling beneath her. Danielles face reappeared from the cleft between Charlies legs and was covered in Charlies juices. Thick silvery-white emissions were plastered all over Danielles chin and upper lip. Come here, I said to Danielle. Charlie looked up, her lips still around my cock, and saw the effects of her orgasm on Danielle and she moaned loudly, looking reflexively at the camera. Dont worry, I told her, its all being recorded. Youll get to see what you look like coming on a womans face, and so will anyone else I decide to show the DVD to. I pulled from her mouth in a shower of spit, seized Danielles leash and led her to a small padded bench just on the edge of the frame. What do you mean? wailed Charlie. Who would you show it to? I ignored her repeated whining and laid Danielle down on the bench. I untied her arms, then took each wrist in turn and tied it to the corresponding ankle. Taking additional ropes, I bound each elbow to the corresponding knee. The slender blonde was left lying helplessly on her back with her arms and legs in the air. I buckled a large ball-gag in place to keep her quiet, then clamped her nipples, ignoring her gentle moans. Danielle was used to that sort of treatment, I informed Fiona. Once, when she had been a particularly naughty girl Id clamped her nipples with very strong clamps. She was virtually screaming as soon as I put them on, begging me to take them off. She sucked cock like she was dying of hunger and only my spunk could save her. After I spunked down her throat I left her clamped for a bit longer to make my point. It wasnt until Id drawn all sorts of promises out of her, regarding her friends, that I took the clamps off. She behaved herself after that or, at least, was more careful not to get caught. And she certainly made good on the promises regarding her friends. Youre a bastard, sir, moaned Fiona with a smile. I spanked her sharply, causing her to gasp. You really want a gag, dont you? Oh no, sir, she said playfully, Please dont gag me. Those big rubber balls are so hard for me to take. I pulled out of her pussy and walked round the sofa to stand in front of her, and ruthlessly shoved my dick into her mouth. Soon she was taking me deeply, spluttering only slightly.

Well, youve certainly sucked more than one dick in your life, I muttered as she did right everything Charlie had done wrong. Fiona made what I assumed were supposed to be sarcastic ha ha ha noises around my shaft, but she soon gave up when I told her how ridiculous she sounded. By now, Charlie was bound next to Danielle in the same manner, only she wasnt gagged and her nipples werent clamped. Id removed her boots, leaving her totally naked. Id also moved the camera so that it was next to Danielle, looking down on her from her left, and capturing Charlie in the shot as well. I slipped into Danielles pussy and began to fuck her. Who would you show this DVD to, persisted Charlie. Anyone I want. Maybe the other girls I fuck. Danielle snorted through the gag. Danielles still sore because I showed her friend Becki a DVD of her doing the sort of things no nice girl would do. Then I made Becki do very similar things. Then I made Becki and Danielle do those similar things together. But dont worry, Charlie, I wont put this on the internet. Not unless you really displease me today. And with that, I slipped two fingers into her pussy while I continued to fuck Danielle. I played with her for a while, before withdrawing from Danielles dripping sex and entering Charlies. I quickly built up my tempo until Charlie was right on the edge of orgasm. Then I stopped and fucked Danielle for a while. Please, moaned Charlie while I pounded the bound woman next to her. Please, what? Please please take me. Please take me, what? Please take me, sir. Thats better. If you want me to fuck you, youll have to suck me again. And this time, youd better do a half-decent job. Just as Charlie gasped that she would do whatever I told her to, Danielle came, snorting around the gag and shuddering. I pulled out of her snatch and walked around to the other edge of the bench and positioned myself next to Charlies face. Her eyes followed my cock as if it was her lifeline. Well get to work, I said. For the next five minutes I subjected her to the humiliation of being filmed trying to suck a dick while being teased with it. I let her lick it, then pulled it out of range of her tongue, so she tried to move after it in her bondage. I slapped it against her cheek, leaving behind the residue of hers and Danielles secretions. All the while, the hand not holding my cock was gently playing with her pussy, teasing her but never giving her the release she wanted. Finally as she began to literally beg to be allowed to suck it, I plunged it into her mouth. Not bad, I told her after shed been at it for a while. Theres plenty of room for improvement, but well have other sessions for that. I suppose Ill fuck you now. I walked back around the bench and entered her soaked pussy and began to pound away at her. I pulled out of Fionas mouth and said, You dont want a ball-gag, you say? I picked up a roll of tape and cut off a rectangle, then laid the piece and the roll to one side. Now then. What to use as wadding?

I bent and picked up her knickers, making sure she could see the damp patch. I sniffed at them theatrically, then said, These will do. She squealed, No, not that, sir, but she was smiling slightly and I could see the submissive glint in her eyes. She didnt resist as I pushed the panties into her mouth and secured them with the tape. I turned her onto her back, her arms trapped beneath her, still bound, and began to fuck. I slapped at her breasts and pinched her nipples, all the while staring down into a woman I would make it my goal to own. Whos a bad little slut? I demanded of Charlie. I am, sir. Are you a bad little slut? Fiona nodded and mmmmffffed that she was, her eyes wide. And will you ever question my decisions to show your naked body and sluttish displays to whomever I wish? No, sir. Show your bad little slut to anyone you want. Youll never question me again, will you, bad little slut? Fiona shook her head. Charlie came with a keening wail, her tits jiggling, her belly fluttering, her limbs straining against their bonds. I pulled out of her and walked back round to her face. An exhausted Charlie looked up at me and took my cock in her mouth. After a few seconds I whipped my dick out of her mouth and pumped jizz all over her startled face. Look at the camera, and tell your viewers what you are. Im a bad little slut, she panted, her cheeks and chin coated in my come. Fiona came, arching her back, offering her breasts to my hands, and soon I was pumping my spend into her pussy. When we were both done, I reached for the remote and turned the TV and DVD off. I untied and ungagged Fiona. Do you want me to do any more modelling for you? she asked a bit later as she dressed herself. Im still only doing softcore stuff for publication. Fair enough, I replied. Ive got a storyline involving a saucy French maid who goes snooping in her employers basement when she knows its out of bounds and finds more than she bargained for. Sounds interesting, Fiona giggled as I showed her to the door. Come round tomorrow after lunch. That will give me time to get hold of a maids outfit in your size.