(All characters at least 18.)
She was so embarrassed the first time I put a collar and leash on her. She had only agreed to do it because... well, I was paying her. Paying her very well, in fact, to model for some "artistic" nude photos. She was a summer intern at the same company where I was a very junior engineer, and she had spent the entire summer bitching about the pittance interns were paid, and how she would never manage to cover her tuition for the next semester.
When the internship was over, and we were no longer covered by those pesky workplace relationship policies... well, I sent her a link to my online body of work- carefully selected from my more legitimate commissions- and an invitation to make far more money than she had ever expected to make for a workweek worth of work.
Oh, I made all sorts of promises. I wouldn't show her face. There would be nothing truly "racy" going on. Entirely aboveboard, even classy. And at first it was. But then the poses got racier. And then I started to show more of her face. And then the costumes got kinkier. And then she found herself kneeling on a soft pad, fear and humiliation in her face as she looked back at me, wondering just how she had found herself in this situation.
I captured her in that moment, in more ways than one... and then I let her go.
I took off the leash, took off the collar, curtly handed her the envelope of cash for the night, and then bid her a professional farewell.
Later that night I got a text, very polite.
[Sorry I didnt notice earlier, u payed too much.]
I smiled to myself. [I think I paid just enough.] And the picture, low-res from my phone.
[Oh.] A delay. Minutes long. I waited. [U said no face pics.]
[I'm sorry.] A slight pause. [You just looked so sweet, I couldn't resist. And I made it worth your while, didn't I?]
She didn't reply, but the next night she showed up at my place as usual. She undressed without comment for me, and dressed in the clothes I had laid out for her- nothing too bad, a little black dress that would look so sexy coming off.
Then she hesitated, looking at me with those limpid eyes of her.
"Is this it?"
I glanced up at her, from where I had been busying myself with my camera and lights, pretending to ignore her. Inside, I was triumphant.
"What do you mean?"
She hesitated, and spread her hands. "No, uh... props?"
I raised my eyebrows. "Well, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but if you're willing, then I did have a few scenes in mind."
She nodded, and I lead her over to my special drawer. She was visibly taken aback by my assortment of toys and props, but soon I had her naked, and collared, and kneeling for me.
As I snapped away, posing her in increasingly explicit ways, I began to get aroused. And I caught her eyes sliding to my cock, fixating on it as if trying to stare through my pants. I made a show of trying to discreetly adjust myself. Smiling apologetically when I "got caught."
Slowly, I worked her into more explicit positions, mixing in some more of my fixtures. Ending up with her bound to one of my favorites, an upright metal pole with d-rings for attaching her collar and a pair of cuffs that left her bent over, mouth and pussy at equally convenient heights.
It was then that I touched her for the first time, stroking her hair in between shots.
"I love having a woman like this. So open and vulnerable. It makes for a very affecting shot."
She didn't shrink from my touch, but I saw the trepidation in her eyes. And I wanted more. So I set my camera to the side, and watched as the trepidation turned suddenly to fear.
