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This is a story of domination between a younger woman and the man that eventually falls in love with her. Who, in a subtler way became the slave of the love she sponsored deep in his spirit.
MF-Language-Light BDSM, and yes, like it or no, "romance."
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William Devlin made ready the umbrellas, the seating, and even metered the ambient light of the room in preparation for his new client. Ms. Kayden Summers she had requested a series of bust close ups of herself in a long black gown.
She had found his little off path studio via referral from a young lady that had sat for a series of graduation photos several years back. William picked up a good deal of work that way most of it in the spring and fall of the year.
Her voice had been soft as she spoke to him on the phone and something in the nature of it gave him pause as they spoke. Her voice had soothed something deep inside William something he didn't recognize but the stillness of it was wonderful. He found himself wondering if she might be one of those rare advanced spirits that loved being held by direction.
She arrived exactly on time and his heart sped as she entered his small studio at the back of the house. She was absolutely ravishing in every conceivable way, not in appearance only, but also in grace of motion. Her skin was flawless, her hair near platinum and her physical logistics impeccable, she was a raving piece of beautiful art in motion.
"Hello Mr. Devlin, I'm not late am I?" smiling, as she made polite conversation.
"Not at all Ms. Summers, in fact I had just finished making ready for you," he responded.
Her smile was easy and pleasant and seemed to light up her soft green eyes as she looked at me. I knew when I looked into the wonder of that smile that if I weren't very careful I would become a slave in chains to the agony of a gentle young personality.
"Can I get you something from the galley Kayden, I have soda and soft wine?"
"No Mr. Devlin, I'm fine, but thank you, your very kind to offer," she replied.
I found myself hating the fact that I was at least fifteen years her senior and immediately dismissed the silly notions coursing through my head.
"Shall we begin Ms. Summers?" I suggested.
"Please!" she smiled.
I led Kayden to the chair and stood by as she sat and made herself comfortable. I couldn't but help notice her long beautiful legs, as she crossed them with ease before me.
She looked up to see if I was watching and smiled sweetly when she caught me admiring her.
She made me feel like an unsteady schoolboy that had not yet formed a solid sexual identity ... I was amazed by that.
I stepped behind the tripod and said, "smile for me Kayden," and did she, like the rising sun of a beautiful fall morning. The drama of it stirred my soul within and made me tingle under my zipper just a little.
I ran through the customary positioning, crop, and lighting changes of her close ups and then stepped from behind the camera and uncapped the D80 that hung from my neck.
"Would you like a break before we continue Ms. Summers?" I asked.
"No Sir, really I'm fine Mr. Devlin," she answered.
"I will need to make adjustments to your persona as we progress, please don't be alarmed if I touch your hair or move your head from time to time," I explained.
"I understand sir," she replied smiling.
I began moving in a tight circle around her body shooting in three frame brackets and looking for any excuse to touch her. I paused and moved in repositioning the long platinum strands behind her shoulder and then placing my hand on her chin angled her face toward the light of a nearby window. My touch was very light and deliberate, as my fingers lightly passed down the skin of her throat.
I could see instantly that she quickened inside, and her eyes took on a soft dreamlike quality that was very becoming. I finished shooting, kicking myself for not finding good reason to touch her again.
"It will take a few days for me to finish cleaning all of these and pass them through my software, I'm sorry but I do it all by hand without benefit of presets, it's a control issue for me," I explained.
"I understand," she answered.
I extended my hand and she took it and held on as she disembarked and gained her footing, and then seemed reluctant to release it. She began to look at the photos on the walls and seemed drawn deeply to one in particular.
It was a photo of beautiful brunette model in red leather bodice bent over slightly with a riding crop swinging down on the cheek of her buttock. It was a beautiful fetish rending bright, colorful, and meticulously lit.
"I have that series in book here, if you'd like to look at all of them Kayden," I told her.
"Please would you mind I might like something like this, well, I mean to show the boyfriend that I don't have yet when he arrives in my life," she stammered.
I smiled at her attempt to justify her interest in the colorful fetish photo, and my mind began to consider her true persuasions.
I pulled the chair in front of my desk out, fished the photo album out of the bottom desk drawer, and laid it on the desk. And left her there, as I went to retrieve a bottle of water for my young damsel.
I don't think she noticed my presence when I returned until I sat the unopened container in front of her, and then only in passing it seemed. She was deeply immersed in the images, a rich tapestry of moving thought that appealed to the lust of a specific desire. They were very artistic in nature and some of the best I had ever done, mostly because of the model I had used, she was instinctively a natural with it.
Muriel had been taking classes nearby but was originally from Chicago, she was deep into the scene and introduced me to it one cozy evening after a shoot.
"Do you really think there are people that actually do those kind of things?" Kayden ask, shattering the train of memory roaring through my head and heart at the moment.
"Why yes my dear, I have done such on many occasions," I responded.
