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 I’d 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. I’d 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 I’d 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 you’d only have to go topless. I’ve got a few “storylines” that don’t require full nudity.’

       She nodded again and smiled. ‘Yeah, full nudity isn’t my thing, and I certainly wouldn’t want to do any hardcore. I wouldn’t even let a boyfriend film me unless we’d been together for ages!’

       I wondered what she would have thought if she could see the pictures I’d taken of Sarah bound on her knees with my cock stuffing her mouth while she gazed dreamily into the camera, or 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 high-heels, 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 she’d 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, I’m afraid. You’ll 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. I’ll take a few photos of that. Then your boss, who’s 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 don’t 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 he’s just been dying to use on you and opens your blouse to reveal your bra. Then you’re 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 I’ll 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 I’ll tighten your hogtie, which will cause your breasts to be lifted up off the desk, and I’ll clamp your nipples. You’ll be a bit uncomfortable at this point, but I’ll be quick to take the photos, then I’ll take the clamps off and untie you. You’ll be retied over the desk for a caning – there will be a cane in shot, but obviously I’m not going to use it on you – with your skirt rucked up around your waist, but your knickers will be firmly in place. Finally, you’re tied up on your knees, gagged to begin with, then the gag comes out. When that’s all done, I’ll untie you.’

       ‘Right. So I’ll be gagged for most of the shoot?’ Fiona asked.

       ‘Yep. But if you start trying to talk through the gag, I’ll take it out, so don’t 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 isn’t reflected in the photos, but I thought you should be aware of it.’

       ‘What’s 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 she’s 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, it’s the boyfriend. He tells the boyfriend that she’s in a meeting taking something down and has left her mobile behind. She might be a while because it’s something she’s very keen to get right, she’s putting an awful lot of effort in and she has a natural aptitude for it. He’ll 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 secretary’s efforts on her own phone. He finally comes on her face, which he films, then takes a few photos of her. He then bluetooths the video clip and the photos to his own phone and tells her that if she’s ever that lazy again he’ll make her a star of the internet and the world will be able to watch her do something she’s very enthusiastic about. He unties her; she cleans herself up, gets dressed and gets back to work, but doesn’t 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 don’t reflect that, I’m 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 you’re happy with everything and I’ve paid you, I’ll 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. ‘There’s a changing room over there with a woman’s 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, ‘let’s get to work.’

       I took a few photos of Fiona sitting at her desk, looking bored, then on the desk-phone, 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 I’d seen in her slight flush when I’d 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 haven’t 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, you’ve 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 whore’s 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 I’d 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 I’d 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 you’d 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 you’re 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 don’t suck me off within ten minutes, I’m emailing those photos of you where you’re dressed as a nun and covered in spunk to Becki’s [her best friend’s] 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 Kelly’s 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.

       ‘You’re a flexible girl, aren’t 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 Fiona’s 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 I’d 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. I’m 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 shouldn’t 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 didn’t 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 you’d 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?’

       ‘That’s 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. I’m so hot for it.’

       ‘Well “I want” doesn’t 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, ‘I’m going to fuck you now, then I’m going to put you on your knees for the last few photos, then you’re 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, ‘You’d better do a good job sucking my cock, or I’ll have to put the clamps back on you,’ and ‘I’ll 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.

       ‘I’ve decided to film my secretary’s efforts for my personal collection,’ I told her.

       She knelt gazing up at me and breathed, ‘Your personal collection? So that means you won’t distribute it in any way?’

       ‘If you please me, you’ve 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 didn’t want this video clip to find its way to the web. I couldn’t 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 they’ve 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 won’t 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 g-string 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.

       ‘There’s 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.’