Angie saw two clothing bags hanging on a rack and picked up the one marked as the first session. She eased down the zipper while it was still on the hanger and saw the clothes inside, giving her a chill. It was a short black skirt, white, low-cut blouse, thigh-high stockings with seams up the back, and high, high heels. It was very different than she expected. She was about to say something but knew the short-fused photographer would simply take offense. She knew it wasn't a good idea. Besides, maybe her David wanted to see her acting a bit naughty. Maybe it was a little side of him that she hadn't seen before.
She slipped her t-shirt over her head and her jeans down her long legs. She looked at her body in the mirror and noted that she wasn't bad looking, really. She maybe gained a few pounds here and there, but her overall body looked good for her age. And her breasts were nice and perky still. David sure seemed to enjoy looking at her.
Angie sat on the chair and slowly pulled the stockings up her long legs, continually adjusting them to keep the seam straight. She felt a sense of naughty excitement from it, knowing that this outfit was what turned David on. She'd have to go buy her own when she got done with the shoot, so she could tease him fully later.
She slipped the blouse onto her shoulders and noted just how much cleavage she was displaying even if the top button was fastened. Lastly, she put on the skirt. It felt so short to her, barely coming down to mid-thigh. She hadn't dressed like this in many, many years. Even then it felt uncomfortably naughty. The heels were last and they were very high for her. It would take a little getting used to so she wouldn't fall over.
With a last approving look in the mirror, she walked unsteadily out the door and found Diane nearby, setting up the camera.
"Now that looks hot on you," she said, looking Angie up and down for a moment. She took Angie's hand and escorted her onto the set, which was arranged to look like an empty gradeschool classroom. "Now," Diane directed, taking hold of her camera. "You're a naughty teacher, so move around, show me whatcha got." Diane started snapping pictures as Angie moved. "Show me some more leg... yeah... that's it. Pull up the skirt some more."
Angie felt a little out of place, but was definitely getting into her role, slowly revealing more and more skin as Diane prompted her. She couldn't believe it when Diane had her unbutton her blouse more and more, at first exposing just more cleavage, then totally exposing her breasts to the camera. And then Diane moved in close, getting very close pictures of her nipples. Then, without warning, Diane pinched them, instantly hardening them and taking more pictures of Angie's response.
Angie gasped and blushed, she felt insulted and violated, but her body was so excited by the contact. Diane got bolder with her, stroking her as she moved the camera about. She got more and more excited as Diane took pictures of her bent over, exposing her ass. Then Diane had her hold up her skirt, showing all of her most private places. She shivered at the thought. She shivered wondering what David would do when he got these pictures, wondered if he'd be a total animal and fuck her all night long.
Diane's fingers stroked her ass, making her shiver with desire and when she actually touched Angie's pussy Angie almost groaned with exquisite desire. That was when her mind went blank from the stimulus and her body took over. The last thing she remembered was sitting on the desk, legs spread wide with her pussy very open and exposed, one hand holding a paddle to her inner thigh, while the other was plunging into her wet pussy. Diane took her time snapping picture after picture of this pose before telling her she was done with this shoot and to get into the other costume.
She felt a little ashamed as she got off the desk and straightened her clothes. She walked quietly back to the dressing room in search of her next outfit. As she turned to close the door, she saw Diane watching her, as if the woman was evaluating her. It was a glance of desire, as if she knew Angie better than the woman knew herself. She looked down, embarassed, and closed the door.
Hanging on the rack in a clothing bag was Angie's next costume. She laid the bag on the table, noting just how empty it seemed and pulled the zipper down. She pulled the sides back, almost surprised by the lack of clothing that was on display. On the hanger was a leather g-string, a leather halter top, a ball on a leather strap, four cuffs, and a collar.
She stared it it for several minutes, wondering if she really knew the man she married. She had no idea he liked this kind of thing. She wondered what it meant, but had to admit, it kind of aroused her. She kept staring at the bag's contents as she removed the new costume a piece at a time, almost throwing aside the more covering material she was currently wearing in a desire to quickly don the new outfit.
She eased the leather halter top over her shoulders, feeling the smooth coolness against her bare breasts. She zipped up the front, feeling it squeeze and encase her breasts firmly. The leather ran low on each breast, barely covering her nipples, which prominently poked out the thin material. She then pulled up the g-string, feeling the little nothingness move snugly into place, almost making her feel more naked wearing it. She adjusted the string and the material for the best fit, very conscious of it as she moved around.
She gulped as she picked up the collar, shivering as she put it around her throat. Several rings dotted the surface, as if she could be attached to something. She fastened each cuff on her limbs, one on each ankle and one on each wrist, letting her fingers run over them, feeling just how sung they were. She wondered what this shoot would be like, knowing that the last one got her excited enough as it was. Could she actually get through this one?
She held the ball in her hand, looking at the strap and wondering how it attached. She couldn't figure it out and walked out the door as she eyed it. Diane was talking to two other people outside, both somewhat dressed like her, wearing leather outfits that seemed to show more skin than hide. She stood there with the strap in her hand, her embarassed blush spreading across her face as Diane came up to her.
"Oh... yeah... I didn't know if you could put that on or not. Here, let me help you," she said, pushing the ball into Angie's mouth and then wrapping the strap around her head, fastening it in back. Angie's mouth was trapped wide open, the ball keeping her from saying anything.
"Ok, let's get this show on the road," Diane said, leading Angie into the set where the other two stood, one a man and the other a woman. They looked her up and down approvingly, and smiled at her. Normally that would have eased her fears, but she felt so self conscious from their leering stare. "And... action," Diane yelled.
The man and woman walked up to her, each grabbing a wrist and lead her over to a contraption sitting in the middle of the floor. It was like a table... maybe like a massage table... Angie didn't know. She followed them hesitatingly, but they suddenly pulled forcefully, aggressively. She was led without a choice, totally controlled as they pushed her down onto the table, the woman holding her arms out over her head. She squirmed a little, trying to break free of their grasps, but they held her firm.
She grunted loudly, but they paid her no attention, quickly and efficiently binding her hands and feet to the legs of the table. Her hands were over her head, her elbows by her ears. Her knees were bent, her ankles fastened down so she couldn't move. She could see a young man behind these two, holding a small video camera as he moved around. She could see Diane moving, too, taking pictures from every angle possible.
Her mind was brought back to her two captors as they stroked their hands over her body, trading positions, with the woman moving between her legs and the man moving above her head. His hands cupped her breasts over her leather halter and gently squeezed making her nipples even harder. His fingers trapped her nipple, squeezing it even more until it hurt before he let go again. Her body arched upwards from the pain and pleasure.
"Yeah, bitch, you like that, huh," the woman said slapping her thigh, making it sting. Angie shook her head no, trying to speak, trying to tell them that this was all a mistake and they needed to let her go. But the gag muffled everything but the moaning making her two captors smile even more deviously. The woman continued to smack her thighs making them sting and ache as the man coerced pleasure from her nipples. Her body was so conflicted by the signals she had no choice but to keep moaning and twisting in their grasp.
