“Since you are now literally a captive audience there are some things I want to tell you. You may respond now but there may be some things you want to think about a while before our next meeting.
“Yes, Master. Your slave is listening.”
“Good. First it is obvious you are very aroused now. In time we will talk in more detail and learn together all the things that excite you, but right now I am curious about the pain. Your nipples are very hard and I see you are dripping with desire.”
I punctuated my words with the touch of the crop, first using the tip to circle her extended nipple. Then I snapped the crop against it and did the same to the other. She gasped and whimpered.
“Master, before meeting you and Mistress Vanessa, I had never even been spanked or paddled, much less whipped. But Sir, I admit when reading about the punishments of Gor, I would cum many times.”
“Very good. Those nipples seem to be begging to be ringed and belled.” Her eyes went wide at that comment. I had her full attention.
I ran the leather tip of the crop down over her sensitive stomach, over her clit and down over her pussy lips. She jerked her hips forward wanting and needing more contact. I began to tap the leather end of the crop against her swollen clit.
“As you have already seen by all the props, equipment and pictures, we have much we can explore and photograph together. Much, much more, far beyond the Gorean way of life. Would you like that?”
I hadn’t stopped tapping and toying with her clit.
“Yes, Master, I think so, Master.”
Then a pause.
“Master, pleasssseee!!!”
‘”Please, what?”
“Please teach me. Please stop torturing me. Please, please, please make me cum!!!!”
I laughed as I hung up the crop and thought how easy this would be. I took one nipple and twisted it. Then roughly grabbed her crotch and squeezed. I continued to abuse her nipples as I slid my fingers up and down between her pussy lips then found her engorged pleasure button. I pressed it hard with my thumb and rubbed. It took about five seconds and she screamed.
“Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!”
She flooded my hand with her juice. I knew I could make her cum again and probably several times but I wanted her to go home still in need and masturbate while thinking about all that had happened. I told her as much. I did, however, make her lick all her juices from my hand before I removed her from the chains and turned off the cameras. She was still out of breath as I led her out of the studio. I pointed toward the dressing room and told her to get dressed and meet me in the office.
I didn’t watch her dress this time. I could review the video later, but I could imagine her trying to see how red her ass was. I admit that even I was stunned by her performance. I do not believe I had ever seen such a natural, a woman born to be a slave.
When she entered the room I motioned her to the chair across the desk from me. She sat down quite gingerly.
“Now, I would say for your very first photo shoot, you did well. I especially liked the fact that you remained in character the whole time. What say you? Was there anything you really enjoyed or didn’t enjoy? Speak freely. I demand honesty.”
“Master. I loved everything,” she responded, with girlish enthusiasm.
I laughed at her joy.
“Excellent. That may not always be the case, of course, as we explore your limits. Now, (all businesslike again), I know it is only about 9 PM and I told you we would probably work till midnight, but I think that is enough for our first session. I will however pay you for the entire time that I had mentioned before. In the future I will just leave it open ended and pay you for your time in front of my camera. Let’s see. I put you on the clock at 4.”
I counted out eight, one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. Her eyes lit up. Icing on the cake.
“Thank you so much, Master. Will you need me again soon?”
“Yes, but I have much work to do now with the shots I took of you today. There are probably hundreds. Usually, only a small percentage survive my critique and are good enough to use. I will send you a few of the best of the best and you can see the rest when you return.”
“Master, can I borrow the collar and cuffs again?” she asked, almost a plea.
“With the money you earned tonight, you can buy your own,” I joked.
“Yes, but then they are not yours,” she replied quickly. I understood.
“Which ones?” I asked, moving towards the drawers.
“Steel, please, wide steel, and maybe some length of chains?”
I grinned, my back to her, and said over my shoulder, “Locking?”
“Yes, please, Master, as long as I can borrow the key, also.”
Too bad, I thought. One day she will yield to her desires, and allow me to keep the key.
As I walked her to the door, I said, “Oh, one more thing. Your body is beautiful and a nearly unmarked canvas. Only your ears and navel are pierced so far. I think a few elegant modifications are needed before we continue. Here,” and I handed her a business card. “You have an 11:00 appointment tomorrow morning. Everything is paid for. Wear your collar and cuffs.”
She looked at the card, then back at me, saying nothing. But I could read her mind as she saw her appointment at the Prix Chic Studio, subtitled Piercing, Tattoos and Body Beautification. Just a few blocks away on Sunset.
“Oh, and get a size larger hoop earrings for our next shoot.” I was opening the door for her and I could tell she wanted to say something, but changed her mind. I told her then to go home and think about the whole evening, masturbate and cum as much as she wanted. I would expect her to tell me details as before. Perhaps in a phone call. She agreed without hesitation and I watched her backside disappear into the elevator.
A torrent of images flooded my mind right then. Some of what I had seen and done the last few hours. Some of wickedness I hoped to make happen in the future. I didn’t know how long I could keep her interest, of course, but I intended to make good use of her and the time I had while it lasted. She was everything I wished I had found many years ago.
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