I took my time and began taking pictures of her from every angle with my digital SLR, while making suggestions to cause changes in posture and expression. I also frequently touched her face, hair and any other part of her body while helping her make these adjustments. Then I stopped.
With an exaggerated sigh, I said, “There is something wrong.”
She looked up questioningly.
“For this type of modeling you must also be an actress even for still pictures. Meaning you must feel the part so the emotion shows on your face and especially in your eyes. I should have told you before that for this scene, I need the look of a new slave recently kidnapped from Earth. Though even a fully trained slave knows she is only property and can be whipped, sold or even slain, if she fails to please her Master. She always has this fear in her heart and mind. A new slave on Gor is much more afraid for her life. I need to see that fear.
“Master, may slave speak?”
“Yes.”
“Slave completely understands. She has led a sheltered life and has never feared anything more than parental verbal discipline or criticism from a Professor.”
“Yes. You need motivation. Then listen carefully and keep my words forever somewhere in your mind. You can draw upon them for inspiration, but they could even save your life one day, so listen well.”
Her face was now a big question mark of confusion.
“You are very naive and far too trusting due to that pampered life. This is also a very common trait of submissive women. Sometimes it is the excitement they seek while in their search of a Master. Unfortunately, there are very few Masters and many abusive and dangerous men. Some are far worse predators and prey on such women because of their vulnerability. Trust is 100% mandatory between a Master and his slave, but it is hard to find and should not be easily given. Most important, never allow someone to tie you up unless you trust them with your life. Now slave, with that in mind, how long have you known me?”
“Three days, Sir.”
“Exactly my point.”
I snapped another picture right then. The look in her eyes had changed. Much better. I took a few more then showed her the difference. She nodded, but the fear stayed in her eyes. What I had said to her would and should stay with her when I or especially someone else chained her or otherwise made her helpless.
I put down my camera and removed her sirik. Then I grabbed the leather strip around her waist and yanked. It had been knotted correctly and came completely away in my hand.
“I want you to remove the camisk for the rest of the shoot. Do it slowly. New slaves are more frequently naked till they earn the right to wear any garment at all. But you know all that.”
I half expected her to balk at this command but there was no hesitation at all. I took several pictures of the ‘unveiling.’ And now she was beautifully bare, including the smooth skin that she had shaved at my direction. She noticed that I noticed, and she blushed. I caught that on camera too. I took several more photos. Wide angles to extreme close ups. Next I took the leash that Vanessa had used on her and snapped it to her collar, then gave it a downward tug and she immediately went to all fours. I resumed walking around her clicking away.
I noticed the fear in her eyes had faded. I laid down the camera again, then took the end of her leash and led her to a medium to large size cage. This time she did hesitate. I gave her a slap on her bare bottom, hard enough to make her yelp and nearly jump into the cage, then locked the door behind her.
“You are losing your look of fear. Remember what I told you before.”
Then I continued to take more pictures of her in the cage. Her mind was no doubt in turmoil. Was I just a great director or was there a real element of danger here?
I pulled my phone from my pocket pretending it had just vibrated from an incoming call. I answered it, then told her to get the feel of what it is like to be a captive slave.
“I will be back in a few minutes.”
Not giving her time to protest I walked the length of the studio then out the door, casually turning out the lights as I made my exit. ‘Accidentally,’ of course.
The studio wasn’t pitch black. There was still a florescent glow. There were also infrared cameras just in case she did panic. Again I was pleasantly surprised as I watched her. She took a drink from a metal dog bowl in the corner of the cage. No hands. She truly wanted to feel like a Gorean slave girl. I was impressed.
I left her alone for about twenty minutes before I returned and upped the lights. Before opening the cage I threw a couple more furs on the one where she had posed before. Then I unlocked the cage and reached in for her leash.
She followed like a cute puppy that was eager to please. I put her back on her knees in the middle of the furs then removed the leash.
As I again picked up my camera, I gave her new instructions.
“As you well know, a slave lives only to please her master in any way necessary. Far more important than the trivialities of cooking and cleaning, she is of little worth if she cannot seduce her Master into making good use of her in his furs. Slaves are trained how to do this. For this scene you are now well-trained, with burning slave fires and in much need of him to fill those needs. No words. Let your body talk. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
She began to slowly go through a wide range of poses and facial expressions from innocently seductive to lewd and crude. She was good. My camera caught everything. I could see her juices flowing, creating wet spots on the furs. Her thighs and nether lips were slick and shiny. I am sure she realized it and didn’t care. She began to spread her pussy, pushing her ass up off the furs in invitation. I wondered how much was role playing or was she past that and truly wanting to be fucked. I wrote that off to wishful thinking on my part. She was panting, whimpering, and moaning audibly now, and I said to her. “Make yourself cum, NOW!!”
My command was barely out of my mouth it seemed when her fingers found all her highly aroused buttons and she erupted. Such a beautiful sight. I kept clicking even as she collapsed, still shaking. I gave her a few minutes before I spoke. Again all professional.
“Would you like a drink of water before the next scenario?”
I thought I detected a flash of disappointment in her eyes at the abrupt change of subject. More wishful thinking, I was sure. Though I wanted her badly, it was too soon. She nodded agreement to the water. I reached into the cage and returned with the water bowl then told her to drink. Without hesitation, she lapped it up greedily. She looked up at me with water dripping from her chin and her eyes seeking approval. I reached down and patted her head and scratched her behind the ears.
“Good girl.”
“Thank you, Master,” she replied, still flushed.
“But pets do not speak,” I admonished her playfully. “You just gave me an idea. Follow me pet.”
She followed on all fours to the foot of the bed in the corner. It was made from rough hewn wood that looked old. There were four large round posts at the corners with chains imbedded in them at strategic places. The bed was also covered in furs with another on the floor at the foot. The perfect spot for a slave or a pet to sleep. She knew exactly what to do and curled up on the floor, luxuriating in the soft fur. I snapped a chain from the bedpost to her collar. I took more pictures of her naked body and contented smile.
Now I had one last scenario which would probably be the climax of the day. I unsnapped her collar, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet, a bit more roughly than I had been with her up to this point.
“One last ordeal slave or perhaps your first real ordeal,” I said to her as I walked her over to a spot where there were two chains hanging from the ceiling. There were also chains attached to the floor below them.
I attached each wrist cuff from the dangling chains which stretched her arms high and wide. Her ankle cuffs were attached to the lower chains which held them splayed as well.
“I am going to set up two cameras which are programmable to take bursts of pictures with pauses in between each burst. One in front to catch your facial expressions and full frontal view. The other to catch everything that happens from the back.
I knew she was listening but her eyes were fixed on the Gorean slave whip hanging on the wall near her. Also called a tawse or taws, it was a formidable tool of discipline. Her eyes widened as I reached for it. Her fear had immediately returned.
“Master, may a slave speak?”
“Yes, you may.”
“Why is your slave to be beaten? Did she do so poorly to displease her Master?”
I had to admit, I was more than a little stunned that she could remain in character under the circumstances.
“A Master hardly needs a reason other than just to give a slave a reminder of her status. However, this is not punishment. This is for the camera. I will make it hard enough to redden your pretty little ass. But I want your reactions to be as if you are in ten times the pain.”
“Yes, Master, slave understands now.”
I turned on the cameras and let them cycle through the first burst and pause. I was ready by the second. I brought the whip down with just enough force to make red marks. The wide tails of the taws made a scary sound and I doubted if she had ever felt much physical pain in her life before her recent meeting with Vanessa. She screamed as her body jerked away from the contact.
“Noooooo, it hurts!!! No Master, no, please.”
I brought the whip to her flesh four more times, then grabbed the other camera for a few close ups of her bottom now crisscrossed with red stripes. I also took a few extreme close ups of her pink and juicy sweetness between her spread legs, from below. Nice angle and view. She was moaning and breathing heavily but I could see her juices trickling down her inner thighs.
I hung up the whip and walked around to face her. The auto cameras were still taking pictures, but I put down the other. Then I took a riding crop from the wall and played with it as I spoke.
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