My Pain Is My Pleasure

My Pain Is My Pleasure

I'd arranged a photo shoot with a lovely woman I'd met on the internet. She was in her early forties, but still beautiful, and had a sexy quality that made me curious, or perhaps I should say intrigued. Some of the photos on her model profile on the internet were quite explicit, but she carried it off well, having a beautiful face and a great body, and so I arranged a shoot with her.

On the day of the shoot, she arrived right on time; she had a lovely smile, and seemed very friendly, which is always a good thing. We had agreed to do some nude work, maybe starting with some lingerie shots, leading to topless as she gradually stripped, and then nude, very explicit nude, with her legs spread apart. She'd let slip during our correspondence that she often got quite turned on when being photographed, so I kinda hoped that today would be one of those days, because there's nothing quite so exciting as a beautiful woman who can't control herself sexually when posing for the camera.

I showed her into the spare bedroom I used as a studio when doing photo shoots and showed her where to get changed, but first we went through the lingerie she's brought with her, and chose her first outfit. Together we chose a black, lacy, almost see through bra, and the tiniest panties I'd ever seen. I knew they'd cover next to nothing, but I had a feeling that wouldn't be a bad thing with her. She seemed the horny, outgoing kinda girl, and I knew I'd hit the jackpot when she said.

'Oh my, these always make me feel so horny because there's so little of them, there's no hiding place, everything is on show.' I assured her that was exactly what I liked with my models, and left her to get undressed and changed. After a few minutes she called me back into the room, and she was standing there in the scantiest lingerie I'd seen for a long time. She looked a million dollars, exuding sex appeal, and I could tell by the way she was breathing that she was turned on already, and her voice sounded real husky when she asked if I could show her some of my previous photos to give her an idea of what type of photos we'd be doing.

I fetched a couple of small A4 size portfolios from a drawer, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She sat beside me as I turned the pages, showing her various samples of my work. She was so close I could feel the heat, and the softness of her body next to mine, and as I turned the pages, the back of my arm brushed against her soft breast again and again; she didn't seem to mind, and indeed pressed against me even more heavily. She seemed to like the harder, explicit stuff, but it wasn't until we got to the second portfolio, and some of my fetish work that she came alive.

'Oh god, I really like that, it's so horny, I'd love to do something like that, say we can do some like that, please,' she enthused. 'I think it would be wonderful to be tied up, helpless at the mercy of a man, or woman,' she added with a grin, 'I'd really like to try it.' I tried to put her off, not wanting to have a model complain about her time with me.

'Look Paula,' I warned her. 'This is the real thing; it's not pretend stuff. These women were tied up real tight, and by their own request, were spanked and abused, or worse. Why don't we start off with a mainstream glamour shoot, and at the end of that, if you're still keen, then we can tie you, tease you, spank you if that's what you want.' She seemed disappointed, but agreed to my suggestion and so we started our shoot.

She was a great model totally uninhibited, and true to her warnings, she became so excited it was impossible for her to hide it in any way. She had great tits and pinched and squeezed her nipples until they were hard and prominent, moaning and whimpering with pleasure, giving me some real horny photos. Next she unashamedly spread her legs and rubbed her beautiful pussy until she came loudly as I looked on.

'Fuckin' hell Paula, that was something a bit special. I've had horny models before, but that was the best ever. You really went for it there sweetheart,' I said showering praise on her.

She smiled that devastating smile at me again. 'Thanks, I enjoyed that, but I still want you to tie me up. I want to feel helpless like the women in your fetish pics. I'm not going to change my mind - it's something I've fantasised about for years, and I just know you can show me what it's all about.' There was never any doubt in my mind, but I felt I ought to give her the chance to change her mind, and back out. She seemed eager to learn more, so I fetched some items I would need, which only made her more excited. 'What's that?' she asked as I laid the things down on the floor.

'That my darling is a leg spreader. The ropes on either end tie round your ankles, and once it's tied on, your legs will be forced apart, leaving your delightful pussy entirely open and at my mercy. You won't be able to walk with it on either, so not only will you feel vulnerable, but you'll be completely helpless.' She almost squealed with delight, begging me to tie her into it, and I duly obliged. Once I tied her ankles to the spreader bar, she tried to walk, but couldn't and fell helplessly into my arms. 'Careful,' I warned her, making her sit on the edge of the bed for her own safety.

Next I buckled black leather cuffs to her wrists, adding another layer of helplessness, and secured them behind her. I stroked the insides of her thighs, teasing her a little, stopping short of actually touching her pussy. She was breathing really heavily by now, and I held up a dog collar in front of her eyes. 'This is your collar of obedience,' I told her. 'If you choose to put it on, you are accepting that I can do anything I want to you; you are my property, my bitch until you take it off. Do you understand?' I asked her firmly and assertively. She nodded, and so I buckled it around her neck. 'You're mine until I say otherwise, understand,' I asked again, and she replied that she understood. Finally, I placed a blindfold over her eyes, and she was ready.

I pulled her to her feet, making her stand near the wall. I knew her sense of balance would be way off with her feet and legs immobilised, and if she fell backwards, the wall would stop her falling, and if she fell forwards, I could catch her easily.

Firstly, I just ran my hands over her body, her breasts, her bottom, her legs, etc, feeling the delightful soft quality of her skin, but she liked it anyway. I squeezed her nipples, drawing soft moans from her, and then gradually applying pressure, I squeezed harder, making her whimper with the pain, then softer again giving pleasure, then harder, giving pain.

I squeezed really hard and ran my hand between her legs, feeling the wetness ooze from her hot pussy, knowing the pleasure of her pussy and the pain of her nipples may slightly confuse her. She didn't complain, and I let two fingers split her pussy lips apart and sink into the soft wetness of her cunt. She moaned with pleasure and moved her hips back and forth, impaling her horny pussy on my fingers. I came closer and whispered in her ear.

'I have a wooden kitchen spoon, which is very painful when smacked across your bottom and tits. Would you like me to spank you with it?' I suggested. She nodded her head quite vigorously which I took to mean she was eager to feel its sting, and so I began her punishment. First I gently laid it on her breasts, letting her feel the rough wooden texture, rubbing it against her nipples and areola, softly but then harder and rougher.

She breathed deeper, and moaned a little, but when I removed it, and let her have two moderate smacks on each nipple, she screamed. I told her she was a cry baby, and then I released an assortment of blows on each wonderful breast, soft and hard, spreading the pain over the entirety of each breast until her pale skin was an angry, mottled red, and both breasts contrasted redly with the skin of her chest. Again I rubbed her pussy, giving her pleasure too, and she thanked me.

I helped her over to the bed, getting her to kneel on the edge, and stepped back to admire her hot body. Her face was almost buried in the bedclothes with her hands secured behind her back. Her bottom stuck up in the air, most invitingly, with her legs spread wide thanks to the leg spreader. I stepped back closer and gave her a few experimental smacks with the spoon, which seemed to meet with her approval; so once again, I laid down a regular pattern of smacks, covering her bottom cheeks until they were bright red.

She whimpered and moaned, with a mix of pain and pleasure. I pulled her arse cheeks apart so I could get right into the crack between her cheeks, eager not to miss anything, and all the time I was doing this, I continued to stroke and finger her delightful pussy, bringing her pleasure too. I smacked all down the back of her thighs, and then the delicate soft skin of her inner thighs. She protested, but when I asked her if she wanted me to stop she pleaded with me not to, so I carried on, smacking the delicate lips of her pussy too.

She screamed, but I carried on, some light ones then harder ones, her pussy lips turned a bright red, and then began to look very swollen. I stopped to give her a break, and went down on my knees behind her, pulling her swollen pussy lips apart. Her juices spewed out; she may be screaming I thought, but she was more than just turned on by the evidence of her wetness.

I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the crevice of her shaven pussy; she screamed again, but this time with pure pleasure. She became more and more frantic as I continued to lick, suck and finger fuck her wonderful cunt, and then her orgasm hit her. She moaned and groaned, screamed and wriggled her shapely arse in my face, pushing back against my fingers and tongue, extracting every last particle of pleasure from her fevered nerve endings.

When she was finished, I gave her a few more really hard slaps with the wooden spoon, and then in the confusion and heat of the pain, I rammed my cock right into her wet pussy, and gave her a good hard, rough fucking. I reached under her and tweaked her nipples really hard, then pulled her hair quite viciously - she loved it all, begging me to smack her again, and I did, this time with my hand.

She was already so emotionally overwrought that she came again in a minute or two, and then as I continued to plough her deep furrow mercilessly, she came again, and that's when I let go too, feeling the tingle at the root of my cock, and then the flow along my length, pumping, pumping my come into the depths of her soaking hole. She screamed again as she felt it, and slowly, slowly I came to a halt, savouring the feel of being deep inside a horny, satisfied woman for a few minutes more.

As I pulled out, she fell forward across the bed, exhausted, and as she lay there trying to catch her breath, I untied her hands, and the ropes of the leg spreader. My come trickled out of her battered cunt, and I gave her some tissues to clean herself. She sat up, and then standing, came into my arms.

'Thank you, thank you, that was wonderful. I never realised, oh god, I never dreamed just how wonderful it could be,' and she kissed me, a deep passionate kiss, her tongue twining with mine. She doesn't model for me anymore - she just visits occasionally so I can use her and abuse her, but I always take a few shots before she gets too hot and horny to ignore.

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