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While Fiona was showering, I counted out the sum we had agreed on in twenty-pound 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.
‘I’ll 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 she’d 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 won’t 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 won’t 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 you’d want to do it again. Instead, you got more turned than you’ve 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 you’ll 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 I’m easy!”
‘I don’t,’ 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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. That’s 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 hadn’t been able to find anything else yet, and he’d 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 wasn’t 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 hadn’t 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 I’d 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. ‘I’ve never even considered doing anything like this before.’
‘Well you’ll 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 back’s 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, ‘How’s this?’
‘Fine,’ I said, as the camera panned in close to her bottom.
‘Who’s filming if you’re 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 dry-washing them.
‘Don’t know what to do with your hands?’ I enquired lightly.
She smiled nervously.
‘You won’t 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 mid-twenties. 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. That’s 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 I’ll 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. She’s an attractive girl. I can see why you chose her for your shoot.’
I doubled a rope and passed it around Charlie’s 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 wasn’t 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 Charlie’s 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 Charlie’s 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, can’t 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 I’m trying to make, Fiona? Charlie is a good girl. If you walked past her in the street, you’d 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 Fiona’s 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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.
‘We’ll 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 can’t control herself?’
Charlie didn’t 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.
‘You’ve 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 Charlie’s 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.
‘Let’s see how much you’ve 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 Charlie’s 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 isn’t finished, don’t 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 you’re 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 wasn’t expecting that, was she?’ said Fiona, smiling at me.
‘No she wasn’t. And she’s particularly miffed, because I’ve left the room with Danielle.’
I reached down and took off Fiona’s 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 you’ve 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 Charlie’s plight,’ I instructed.
I’d 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 blonde’s arms were tied behind her back in the same way that Charlie’s 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 Charlie’s 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 can’t help themselves; they’re gasping for whatever treatment their masters will give them.’
‘Udders?’ muttered Fiona. ‘Is that how you see me?’
‘Hush, or I’ll gag you.’
Charlie didn’t seem too happy at the language I’d 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.
‘Don’t 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 you’re 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 Danielle’s 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 don’t put your mouth on her until I tell you to. I’m sure the randy little bitch will enjoy being made to wait.’
I positioned in front of Charlie’s face and removed the gag.
‘Please don’t make her,’ gasped Charlie.
‘Why not?’
‘Because I wanted you to… to … have me. It’s not right… for a woman… Please.’
‘Not right? You won’t feel that way when she’s 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.
‘She’s 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 you’re right. But then you’d know all about sluts taking their orgasms any way they can get them, wouldn’t 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 didn’t answer.
‘Yes, sir. You know… you know… I’d 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.
‘You’re going to take this in your mouth,’ I told Charlie, ‘and if you do a good job, I’ll fuck you with it. Otherwise, you’ll be experiencing how able Danielle is with her tongue.’
She nodded, panting from the effect of Danielle’s 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 boyfriend’s, 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.
Danielle’s face reappeared from the cleft between Charlie’s legs and was covered in Charlie’s juices. Thick silvery-white emissions were plastered all over Danielle’s 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.
‘Don’t worry,’ I told her, ‘it’s all being recorded. You’ll get to see what you look like coming on a woman’s face, and so will anyone else I decide to show the DVD to.’
I pulled from her mouth in a shower of spit, seized Danielle’s 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 I’d 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 wasn’t until I’d 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.’
‘You’re a bastard, sir,’ moaned Fiona with a smile.
A spanked her sharply, causing her to gasp.
‘You really want a gag, don’t you?’
‘Oh no, sir,’ she said playfully, ‘Please don’t 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, you’ve 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 wasn’t gagged and her nipples weren’t clamped. I’d removed her boots, leaving her totally naked. I’d 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 Danielle’s 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.
‘Danielle’s 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 don’t worry, Charlie, I won’t 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 Danielle’s dripping sex and entering Charlie’s.
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.’
‘That’s better. If you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to suck me again. And this time, you’d 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 Charlie’s 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 Danielle’s 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 she’d been at it for a while. ‘There’s plenty of room for improvement, but we’ll have other sessions for that. I suppose I’ll 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 Fiona’s mouth and said, ‘You don’t 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 didn’t 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.
‘Who’s 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.’
‘You’ll 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.’
‘I’m 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. ‘I’m still only doing softcore stuff for publication.
‘Fair enough,’ I replied. ‘I’ve got a storyline involving a saucy French maid who goes snooping in her employer’s basement when she knows it’s 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 maid’s outfit in your size.’
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