The Photo Album Ch. 03
Please read Chapters 1 and 2 before this next section.
Dinner
Photo 1
The wall clock says 7 pm. The chair holds a large black penis gag with leather straps.
How did S. spend the afternoon? Did she rest in bed as thick pieces of dried spunk on her face, tits and belly cracked and fell onto the expensive sheets. Did she relive the day's degradations in all their sordid detail? Did she groom herself for the evening onslaught, brushing her hair and applying fresh makeup to her lips and eyes?
Is she proud of her toned body, her hot looks, and curious to see whether the photos do her justice? Or will M. have to force her to view them, documentary evidence of her shameful lust and the demeaning depths she's sunk to?
She's already been abused at breakfast and lunch. How much more of this can she stand? Or is her appetite insatiable?
Photo 2
Silhouette view: the now-obedient sub we know as S, looking rested, sits in the chair, her lustful sensuousness coming through the double layers of her young Dom's sperm juice. She is dressed as at lunchtime: a lacy dark gray European shelf bra and matching stockings, except the stockings are now supported by a garter belt. Still no panties, but she now wears a two-inch wide black leather slave collar. The expensive imported lingerie is an ironic contrast to the blotches of dried cum coating her face, torso and thighs above the stocking tops.
Her hands are clasped behind her head, thrusting the mistreated breasts up and out. Her newly subservient expression is one that welcomes discipline and control.
Photo 3
Close-up looking down at the table top: on the ebony wood stands a large, beautiful martini glass, filled with hot spunk. A wisp of steam arises from the surface.
Photo 4
Close-up: M, S's young master and possibly her nephew or son as well, is slapping fresh steaming cum onto her nipples with the leather flap at the tip of the crop. The nipples are extended and already dripping.
Photo 5
Medium close-up: thin black leather shoelaces have been looped around both big nipples, binding them. The laces hang down to her belly. M's thick spunk is oozing out from between the encircling strands of shoelaces.
Is she afraid to be a single woman on her own? Has she grievously offended or actually damaged the young man who controls her?
Photo 6
Close-up: the martini glass has been drained. Strands of thick cum streak the sides.
What would motivate a hot MILF to accept ongoing bondage and discipline like this? Was she like this during her married life? Did she enter the BDSM scene as a teenager? Who introduced and trained her? Does she feel trapped, yearning to get out and go vanilla? Or is this lifestyle of humiliation and servitude the only one that excites and fulfills her?