The timing of our next meeting was also planned for a reason. Friday night for a college girl was no doubt always a night out to cut loose after a school week, and any girl this beautiful had lots of options I was sure. The fact that she had agreed almost immediately made it fairly clear to me that she would have to cancel plans. Good. Commitment was a major plus even at this early stage.
The next steps were also important. I wanted to get her hooked on the excitement, the perversions and the orgasmic highs of Dominance and submission. Her first taste with Vanessa had gone well. I needed her to experience more slightly deviant pleasures before I started pushing her limits.
And there was the fact she was a virgin. So much to think about but I had to keep myself focused on the goal. But damn she was hot. Definitely a distraction. I chuckled to myself, but I knew that between now and our next meeting my other work would suffer, but I had already begun pushing everything else to a back seat because of this little Asian coed.
I finished the pictures and sent them to her with just three words. “For my kajira.”
Now to turn to the task in front of me. I had to decide costume, scenario and more important ideas how to best accomplish what I wanted when we next met. In one sense the time until Friday 3 PM seemed forever. On the other hand the time must have flown, because it seemed that the bell was already ringing signaling her arrival. She was here.
I didn’t get up from my desk, but said “Enter!” loud and commanding enough for her to hear. She came in and I nodded to the chair and said “Sit!” She hurried to do so. I had only glanced her way as she crossed the room. As I figured she was in casual school dress again. She obviously had a thing for Daisy Dukes. Works for me.
I finally looked up from the papers on my desk. “First, what did you think of the altered pictures?”
“I was amazed, Sir. I showed them to a couple friends and even my roomie that I see every day. No one recognized me at all. Yet I know they are me and that makes it exciting and real. Thank you, Master, for giving me this chance.”
“Good, but now the final step. Here is the contract. I will give you a few minutes to go over it and ask questions before you sign, just like the application. ”
I left her as before but watched her peruse the document. Important things like specific acts she may have to perform were clear and at the beginning. Types of poses, nudity, sex acts, props and so on. In other words, the willingness to be touched, penetrated, used and somewhat abused, by nearly anyone, anything at anytime, no holes barred.
There was also a clause about discipline. And, of course, the clause to release only altered pictures to the public. However, buried in the fine print on page 4 was a bit of legalese stating that all this was only for the duration of the contract which could be terminated by either party for no reason. If necessary, I would have that hold; that if she broke the contract, I could release any picture I had. But at this point I had no desire to enforce that. I really wanted her to keep coming back to my studio of her own volition, or should I say drawn by her own desires and needs. I knew she wouldn’t get to that part of the contract before I walked back in.
“Questions?” I asked as I sat down.
I saw her take a very deep breath, then look at the pictures on the wall. The plethora of beautiful women in steel and leather, bound and having their holes assaulted in so many ways and especially the look of sheer ecstasy on their faces. I could almost see her heart beat quicken then saying, “Only one, Master. Will my picture one day be on your wall?”
I was impressed but trying not so show it. “Is that what you wish, slave girl? I am sure none of your friends would ever see it there.”
“I’m not sure, Master. One day I want you to show off your kajira on your wall. And by then I will know whether I want my face photo shopped, or not.”
I was stunned by her candor, but kept my composure. “Hmmmm. We shall see, slave, we shall see.”
She was proving so far that she was all I had hoped. My own fantasies come true. But again I reined in my emotions. She had much to experience yet and when pushed to her limits she may still balk or refuse completely. That was expected, but by then she, hopefully, would not be able to stay away for long. It was all in pushing the right buttons at the right time, enforced by a healthy dose of orgasms; forced, withheld, and permitted.
She quickly signed the contract without reading any more. I didn’t know if it was because she wanted to do it before she lost her nerve or she was really excited about its potential to fulfill all those fantasies that she knew she had, though was just beginning to understand. She handed it back to me triumphantly.
“Excellent. We are now ready to do business. You know your way to the dressing room. There you will find something different to wear from your previous outfits, but I think you will like it. Remember, no underwear. Actually, from now on that is a rule unless I tell you otherwise. When you return I will add the proper adornments and give you additional instructions for your first modeling job. Now go.”
I could tell her heartbeat was faster and her breathing as well as she said, “Yes, Master.” Then she hurried toward the dressing room as I watched the sweet curve of her ass that I could see peeking from the bottom of her cut offs. This was going to be fun, though I had to be patient. A lot of things I would love to do to that beautiful bottom. All in good time though. I would not rush anything.
I again watched her as she entered the dressing room. I watched her eyes, seeing her initial shock then joy. The only thing hanging from the rack was a Gorean camisk, and a strap of leather binding fiber. The camisk, for those who do not know the term, is an extremely simple garment. A long rectangle with a hole cut in the middle for the head to go through. Much like a poncho. It would leave her sides bare. Normally the hole was round and the length of the cloth would reach to just above the knee. This was a bit different as the hole extended down in a V to show a good amount of breasts and was a much shorter. It would be interesting to see if she knew the proper tying of the leather “belt”.
As I watched, I saw she knew exactly what to do and was eager to wear the crude garment. No heels this time. Just bare feet. Actually any clothes at all had to be earned by a slave on Gor. Most of the time they were kept naked in only collar and chains. I could see the excitement in her eyes as she stared at herself in the mirror. But I had to instill something else in those eyes for the photos. Fear. And I had an idea exactly how to do that when the time was right.
As she walked back into the office and stood in front of me, I could tell she was nervous, of course. The camisk did little to hide her charms from my appraisal. I did not show any emotion nor speak as I walked around her to view her from every angle. I also pushed the opening of the camisk further to show more of her breasts. I wanted her to get more and more used to my touch.
I think she knew what was coming next as I opened another drawer in my desk. This time I withdrew a very shiny steel collar unlike the first. It was slim and elegant. Not wide like the other. I went behind her and snapped it shut around her slender neck. The sound of its closure had a ring of finality. I snapped the matching cuffs around her wrists then had her put each bare foot on the chair to secure her delicate ankles. I could feel her trembling. But I was not finished. When she saw the next item, her gasp was audible. I began attaching the sirik to her collar and each wrist and ankle. Then I put my hands on her shoulders and pointed her toward the mirror.
“Speak slave. What are your thoughts?”
“Master. Thank you. I look beautiful in my steel.”
“Indeed, you do. You were born for this. But there is much for you to learn.”
“Yes, Master. Your slave needs training. She understands.”
“Good.” I grabbed the chain near her collar and led her into the studio.
She followed obediently, like a puppy in training. I took her down to the far end of the studio. I could tell she was taking in more and more of all the props and paraphernalia that I used in my business, and for my pleasure, of course. Much of which was beyond the world of Gor and deep into bondage and discipline, with a healthy sprinkling of other fetishes. She would learn about those soon enough.
We stopped with her feet in the middle of a thick, black fur rug. When I released her, she immediately dropped to the position of the Gorean pleasure slave. The Nadu command had not been necessary. One side of the camisk fell from her shoulder allowing one perfect breast to be fully exposed. Though accidental, it would make for perfect pictures. I could adjust it later if desired.
“Slave, it is 4 PM and you are now on the clock. That also makes you as of this moment a professional model. While I am adjusting the lighting equipment, I will permit you to ask any last questions. Once I start shooting there will be no more words unless you are asking permission to speak in between scenes. Otherwise I want you to stay in character. When the shoot is over we will talk more. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
She didn’t hesitate to open up with a question.
“Master, you have so much equipment and so many smaller things that I have never seen. Will Master use them on his slave?”
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