The Photo Shop Ch 35 1

Although each chapter is a story on its own, you might enjoy it more by starting with chapter 1 as there may be references to characters or events that happened in previous chapters. All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. The ship's itinerary is purely fictional.

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Chapter 35: Mila wants photos

I was in the shop, in the late afternoon, busy sorting out a load of prints into different folders customers would pick up the next day.

The shop doorbell tinkled. Not immediately looking up I said that I would be right with them. I finally looked up and saw who it was..."Is that you Mila?"

"Yes, hello Lew."

"Oh my god, it's been ages since I last saw you, what brings you to this neck of the woods and how are you?"

"Wow so many questions, how am I, well not too bad, but I do miss you. Why did you stop coming to my massage parlor?"

"I've been pretty busy the past year, with my retirement, then finding this place and having all the alterations made. And I do have several ladies that keep me busy as well."

"I see, you've found other nimble hands to give you a massage with a happy ending?"

"You could say I did, yes, but hey what can I do for you, or are you just here to see if I'm still alive? How did you find me?"

"Again all these questions. Well I'm here because I need photos for my website and as to how I found you, I have a customer, Staf who knows you and when I talked with him about getting some new photos, he mentioned he saw you at a funeral and that you now do photos professionally."

"Oh my God, that old rogue Staf. Yes, I saw him at the funeral of a former colleague and we got to talking about what we were doing after we left the company. I told him about my studio. So he's one of your customers, interesting, he must have heard about my trip to Thailand so many years ago with Patrick, the one whose funeral we attended. But you mentioned you needed some photos for your website?"

"Yes I do, the ones I have now, I took myself with my phone but they're not good, and a bit outdated anyway, so after I heard about your new business I thought I'd check it out and return your custom."

"Excellent, so you only want photos, or could I interest you in a video as well? I know that they do that these days on these websites."

"It's not exactly what I had in mind, but yes if you do that as well. Depends of course on what you charge."

"For you darling, I'll give you a very good price: how about 100 Euro for an hour?"

"That's my price silly."

"Yes it is and who knows, maybe you can pay me with a one-hour massage instead of giving me actual money."

"Ah, is that the way you do business these days?"

"No, but for you, I'll make an exception," I said with a wink, when would you like to have these photos taken?"

"Do I have to make an appointment?"

"Well I always had to make one with you, didn't I?"

"Yes you did, so when would it be convenient?"

"Mhm, how about right now?"

"You're pulling my leg..."

"Your leg, I'm not so sure about, I definitely would like to pull some other parts of your body though."

"Who knows, maybe I'll let you if you take nice photos."

"Please come through to the studio - or would you prefer to have the pictures taken in your massage parlor? But I must warn you outcalls are more expensive, that would be two hours of yours for one of mine."

She looked at me with big questioning eyes, not sure if I was pulling her leg again. I took her to the studio and showed her what different backdrops we could use for her photoshoot. I did have some Oriental-type backdrops and combining it with some of the props I have available, we could make it look more or less like a massage parlor. She was willing to give it a try so we set to work.

"How nude do you want the pictures to be?"

"I'm not sure about full nudity, and my face needs to be hidden."

"Yes, I remember the photos from your website with a blurred face. Sorry to say it, but I think they're awful. It's not difficult to photograph you, even completely naked, but still without your face being visible. I can do it in an artistic way rather than just a blur."

"OK let's try; how do you want me first?"

"How about we start with some in your underwear? Did you bring any special sets or different clothes?"

"Yes I have them in the car, shall I get them?"

"Please do, I'll set up the stage in the meantime."

Mila quickly returned with some Oriental dresses over her arms and a bag with what I guessed was lingerie. I showed her to the dressing room.

"Wow, you have a dressing room and everything; I never expected that."

"You can even take a shower if you wish like you always invited me to do before or after a session."

A few minutes later Mila walked out in one of those figure-hugging, red Oriental dresses with a high collar and a big split in the skirt showing off her nice legs and feet encased in 5-inch red stilettoes. God, she looked stunning. I gave her some artificial flowers to hold next to her face, hiding it, while I proceeded to shoot photos of her taking different poses against a variety of backdrops.

After a while, I said, "shall we move on to a little more nudity now?"

She gave me a knowing smile and returned to the dressing room, coming back out a few minutes later in a matching red set of bra, panties, and suspender belt with black stockings but wearing the same shoes. As it seemed to work rather well, we did the same thing with the flowers for a while. As she needed to advertise her assets, she took a kneeling position on a small bench, first with her arms in the air and later with her butt sticking out. I took photos of her sexy backside.

That done, she removed her bra to make things a bit more suggestive, just wearing the panties and stockings. She then got rid of the panties allowing me to take photos of her alluring pussy, always from behind, her face invisible. The suspender belt and stockings were the last thing to go, leaving her completely nude aside from the shoes. I again did a series of her standing up, using the flowers to hide her face but giving a stunning view of her olive-skinned naked body with her neatly shaved pussy.

I was starting to get a bit of a problem between my legs when we were doing full-frontal nudity photos with her gorgeous B-cups crowned with the dark chocolate nipples and areolae now full in view. Was it the cold temperature in the studio or was she getting aroused? I had no idea but her nipples were hard and fully extended, as I remembered them from our body-to-body massage sessions in the past when she was sliding her oiled-up boobs over my back. I convinced her to allow me to take some further artistic photos using a strategically placed spotlight on her gorgeous naked body. While we were doing that, we talked about my visits with her.

"Do you remember what we talked about the last time I visited you, and we were waiting together for your colleague Apple to show up very late?"

"No... not immediately," she replied.

"I told you about my visit to the Antwerp erotic fair and more specifically about the fetish stand operated by the Fetish Café from Antwerp."

"Oh yes, now I remember."

"You seemed rather interested and asked me the website address and everything. Did you ever go there?"

"No, I never got around to visiting the place."

"But you are interested in kinky stuff?"

"Yes, I think so, but I would like to see it with my own eyes."

"Participate maybe?"

"I don't know, I'd have to see it first, and maybe talk to someone who's been practicing."

"Interesting..."

I thought it might be better not to mention the cellar right now, maybe keep it for later.

"How about the video you wanted me to make?"

"Yes, how do you want to tackle this?"

"I've got this music for which I paid for the rights, so I can use it now free for videos I make. It's great music, so maybe you can dance to it if I put it on and I'll shoot some video footage. While you dance, you can keep your face obscured with your long hair or the way you turn?"

"OK let's try it."

I put the music on and Mila began to move to the beat, first slowly, getting in the mood but then she went all out, swaying and contorting her sexy, nude body. She was looking really good, but then, all of a sudden she froze and covered her boobs and pussy with her hands and arms. I looked at her and mouthed "What's wrong?" She kept looking beyond me, so I turned around and saw an equally frightened Jada.

"What's up Jada?" I asked.

"Master Lew, I didn't know you still had someone in here, I closed the shop as it's closing time and came to tell you, but then I heard the music and thought I could; surprise you and dance for you."

"Oh boy, OK you couldn't know I was still in the middle of a shoot, but next time please knock, don't go away, hang on a minute." I turned to Mila, who in reflex had still covered her boobs and pussy with her hands and arms, lowering the sound of the music.

"Don't be alarmed Mila, this is Jada, my sub and assistant, she means no harm. She only thought when hearing the music she could come in and dance for me as she did before together with her older sister Elisa so I could practice making these videos. She's from the completely opposite side of the world from you, she's from South America."

"Where exactly are you from Jada, sorry for never asking before."

"We come from Brazil Master Lew."

"You want to dance together with Mila?"

"Yes Master Lew, if I may."

"Great but you know what you need to do then?"

"Yes Master Lew," she said, getting undressed in a flash.

"Yes now you can join, you don't mind do you, Mila, now that you're equally dressed, or better yet undressed?"

Mila looked at me with big eyes, listening to this strange conversation, but slowly lowered her hands and arms, while ogling Jada, and nodded her head that it was OK. I turned the music back up and both girls began to dance hesitantly at first but after about 30 seconds the beat got to them and they were swaying with their arms in the air. I resumed my videotaping trying to catch their abandon to the music. After a while, they got tired and I saw them slow down, so I lowered the sound again just to background music.

"I think that's a wrap girls, you've done great, why don't you hit the shower to wash away all the sweat?"

They looked at each other, but Jada grabbed Mila's hand and took her to the dressing room. As soon as they entered I could hear them chatter, Mila in her broken Thai-English with Jada responding in her Portuguese-English.

"Why do you call Lew, Master Lew?" was the first thing I heard Mila ask Jada. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear the answer as they closed the door of the dressing room, but later that evening Mila recounted the whole conversation after I had invited her up for some tea and a bite to eat.

This is what she told me:

"Has Master Lew told you I am his sub?" Jada replied.

"No," I said.

"Well he is my Master, especially when we're at the club, but I keep calling him that even outside the club."

"What club are you talking about?"

"You don't know? There is a BDSM club in the cellar beneath the studio."

"There is a cellar under there?"

"Yes, as big as the studio and dressing rooms combined and it is the local BDSM club."

"Like the fetish café?"

"I don't know this café."

"He told me about it the last time I saw him, which, come to think of it, is already more than a year ago, so you're his sub, what exactly does that entail?"

"He can do what he wants with me, except kill me or mark my body permanently unless I specifically agree."

"You mean like a tattoo or a piercing or something?"

"Yes or brand me, but I know Master Lew doesn't like tattoos or piercings so he will never make me have that done. He can also discipline me when I do something wrong."

"And what does that entail then?"

"He can spank, flog, or worse whip me, I don't mind the spanking or flogging, in fact, I like it a lot, I also like it when he plays with my tits."

"What do you mean plays with your tits? He used to play with mine when he visited, kiss them, and suck on them, that was lovely."

"That's not the kind of play I'm talking about, I like it when he clamps my nipples or puts these suction cups they have downstairs on them, or when he pours hot wax over them or my pussy, I usually cum very quickly when he does that to me."

"Really? Doesn't that hurt a lot?"

"Yes but it gets me so horny, you should try it. I also like to be bound so I can't move at all, and then, when they fuck you or stimulate you with a Magic wand, it's heavenly. You can have the most powerful orgasms that way."

"Wow, you really seem to be totally into this BDSM stuff."

"Yes my older sister was in it before me; she is Jack's sub. Jack is the electrician who does all the electrical stuff for the club, and she also works for him. She's a Wizkid with electronics, she also did lots of electronic stuff for Lew's studio. I'm working for Lew on a part-time work experience contract, learning the practical stuff from him, while I learn the theory in the photography school"

"You seem to have it all going your way girl."

"I can't complain, Lew's a great guy, I adore him, especially when he makes love to me in his own special way, sometimes combining a bit of pain with pleasure. Although when I talk with other subs, they regard Lew as a pussy who is not firm enough with me, but hey that's Lew for you, he hates to cause real hard pain, so sometimes I subject myself to other doms, but always under Lew's supervision to make sure they don't go too far."

"I could never imagine Lew as a dom, maybe I could let him play with me once to experience this BDSM stuff."

"Why don't you ask him now, I'll help you convince him and we can also maybe play with each other, women sometimes take it a step further than men."

"Would he go for it you think?"

"If we don't try we won't know, do we? I'm game if you are."

"OK let's do it, shall I ask maybe?"

"Yes, he will probably be more willing to accept when you ask as for me being his sub, it might be more difficult. It's traditionally the Master who takes the initiative to initiate a session."

"And that about sums up what you didn't hear Lew," Mila said with a shy smile on her face.

After about 15 minutes I saw them come out of the dressing room, barefoot and each with a towel wrapped around their body. Mila approached me with Jada in tow looking at me with puppy eyes. Something was up, I could feel it, the question was what? You've probably grasped that at that point in time, I didn't have a clue what they'd discussed, so I was pretty curious.

"Lew, Jada was telling me about the cellar and about her being your sub and the way you sometimes play with her...and I was wondering if you would like to play with the two of us for a change?"

"Jada, what kind of crazy ideas have you been putting into Mila's head?"

"I wouldn't dare Master, I merely told her about the club and how we have great fun there, and Mila would like to see it and maybe experience what it's like to be a sub."

"I see, and Mila, has she told you about floggings and whippings and being tied up, completely surrendered to the whims of your Master?"

"Yes, she has and also about the great orgasms she's experienced in your hands."

"Mhmm, and has she told you about the pain that usually goes with it?"

"Yes, she has Master Lew."

"Oh God woman, don't you start calling me Master Lew as well, I'm only Jada's Master to help her out until she finds a proper Master who knows all about this Dom/sub stuff."

"OK Lew, I don't want to upset you, I don't want you to feel obliged to spank or flog me."

"You're really working hard to get me angry aren't you? So maybe I'll need to actually give you a proper hiding

"I wouldn't mind if you disciplined me as you do her sometimes, just to experience what it feels like."

"OK, but don't you come crying after we've finished when you can't sit properly for a week without your butt hurting like hell., I'm warning you as you might not be able to work for a few days with all kinds of marks on your skin."

"I don't mind, it's high time I took a vacation anyway."

"OK so be it, let me give Tanja a ring to see if we can use the cellar."

While I did that, Jada told Mila who Tanja was, and why I needed to ask permission to use the cellar. After Tanja's OK we went downstairs, it was rather chilly, so both girls quickly developed goosebumps all over their enticing, naked bodies.

"How shall we start? Let's see if you can behave like a slave, first, you need to learn a few sub positions, let's begin with attention, you stand straight, your arms next to your body; show her Jada."

Jada stood at attention just like I explained, Mila followed suit, next I had them stand in the inspection position, which was a good one for trying out a tentative flogging to check she didn't fold too quickly. But before I began disciplining her, I explained to Mila about the use of a stop word and asked her what her stop word would be. She thought for a few seconds, then replied her stop word would be apple.

When both of them were in position, I picked up a Cat O' Nine flogger and began swishing it in the air. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mila look at me, while Jada remained unphased. I first hit Jada's butt three times relatively lightly, she kept smiling, then I moved behind Mila and did the same to her. A pained expression appeared on her face, but she quickly smiled again.

I followed with another 3 on Jada's butt, ending with a hard swat, then I came back to Mila again doing exactly the same. She gave a light yelp with the last one but remained immobile not even lowering her arms. To keep them off-balance, I continued with her again 3 on her back this time followed by a hard one. Moving back to Jada I hit her boobs hard 4 times, turning them light pink; she moaned, enjoying it. Mila was silent; she looked at Jada.

"Keep your eyes forward!" I shouted, followed by 3 hard swats across Mila's tits, which also began to pink up, I followed with a tender cup of her boobs sliding my thumb over her rock-hard nipples. She had clear problems keeping her hands behind her head - maybe time to restrain her before I proceeded with some more painful nipple play. Grabbing a couple of Velcro handcuffs I gave one to Jada telling her to cuff Mila while I did the other.

"Arms in the air sub!" I said. Hesitantly Mila put her arms in the air, not sure what I had in mind. She quickly understood when I attached both cuffs together to a hook hanging from one of the winches. Jada quickly understood what I wanted to happen and had already taken a position at the controls, activating the winch hoisting Mila up till she stood on her toes, her gorgeous naked body nicely stretched. Time to give her tits some attention. I grabbed one of them with one hand, putting pressure on it while pinching the dark brown nipple between thumb and index.

Mila was blessed with rather big nipples, at least one inch long and they had already become hard with the swatting and pinching. Holding out my other hand, Jada, who knew exactly where I was going with this, put a nipple clamp in it, which I placed on Mila's extended nipple. The other boob got the same treatment.

Both times she gave a small scream, but looking me defiantly straight in the eye remained silent for the rest. To make it a bit more exciting for her, I put a black bandana over her eyes, taking her sight away so she couldn't see what came next. The way she was positioned I had full unrestricted access to her hot body allowing me to go over the inside of her arms with my nails. She began to squirm because of the tickling, so I gave her nicely shaved armpits some extra attention. Going then over the side of her ribcage and moving on to her abdomen, usually also a very ticklish spot, I approached her cute navel.