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This was written as a request for Jack, so thanks to him for sharing this with you.
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- Part 1: Introduction / Discovery / Infidelity -
"Just hold there...got it," the photographer said as he snapped a series of shots of Blake Lively. The actress held her look as he snapped several pictures of her to capture the perfect moment, allowing them to be sorted and pored over later to find the ideal one to publish in the completed set.
"Ok great, now just liven it up a bit, give us some character," he said, focused entirely on his equipment and not even looking at Blake in front of him. She knew exactly what he meant and started to smile, pout, laugh and every other expression she could think of as the camera snapped relentlessly to capture picture after picture of her as she stood under the lit white umbrellas, casting soft light over her.
"That's good, thanks," he said, indicating she could move without saying it, Blake knowing the routine. She relaxed her pose and stretched out her arms, hearing her outfit creak; she was wearing some very tight fitting, kinky bondage-style gear that was arguably a size too small for her. Her gorgeous curves were tightly compressed by the compressive latex outfit, consisting of a black push-up top that crushed her gorgeous C-cup breasts and hot pants that pulled up her ass so intently she was sure they would give her a visible camel toe. To top it off was a studded leather collar snugly around her neck.
"How's it going, Blake?" the director of the shoot asked her, seeing her take a moment to pause, shaking her arms out and giving a stretch even as the photographer continued taking shots.
"It's good, bit hot though," she said, understating how boiling she was inside the skintight rubber outfit. She was sure someone would need to hose her down before they could peel it off her after all this, but she didn't give them ideas.
"We'll get a fan going, that'll add to the shots as well," he replied, immediately indicating to his assistant to get to it. They did just that and brought up a large fan, getting it going so Blake could feel the cool breeze as the air rushed past her, a relief she had to admit as her blonde hair blew behind her. The photographer paused to change the memory card in his SLR camera, making her wait a moment before he resumed and had her pose to work with the wind, pushing her hands up into her hair and playfully pulling a light robe around herself as it fluttered in the wind behind her. She turned around to show her ass, dropping the gown just down over her peachy rear as her blonde hair tumbled around her face with a moody glower in the camera.
"Gorgeous, just gorgeous," he encouraged as the tall actress twisted and turned, getting into it and just letting her feminine curves flow. At 5'10 her figure was to die for, with lovely firm C-cup breasts and a pinch to her waist before the beautiful womanly curve of her hips with a great ass and luscious legs.
"I think we can add something to this," the director said as the photographer paused, giving her a chance to break and step down out of the lights, taking a proper breath and letting herself relax a little.
"Like what?" she enquired, looking down at her outfit, tits almost popping out of the skintight top, wondering what they could add that would somehow increase the allure of all this.
"Something a little more...suggestive," he said, thinking a moment then going to the costume lady to ask what they had that might add to all this as the large fan was switched off again.
"I think it's suggestive enough," Blake smiled, looking down over her confined body. She didn't follow him, the latex hot pants cut into her too much. She just took a few moments to drink in some cool air and let herself relax, the heat bubbling off her body as she stretched her arms out and let it flow around her, the gown sliding down them to her wrists.
"Something like this," he said, interrupting her when she'd paused with her eyes closed, starting a little and looking up to him as he held a riding crop out to her.
"Ok, you want the bossy look, like I'm a dominatrix or something?" she said, getting what he was intent on.
"Yeah, yeah exactly that, give it some...edge, be fierce with it," he said enthusiastically, glad she seemed to understand where he was coming from. She did, having done these shoots before; she'd done these kind of shoots before where she wearing kinky gear or acting like she was into it but the truth was she'd never explored it at all. Blake had never once got into kinky stuff like bondage or submission, even when the suggestion had been there to try it and her sex life really was pretty vanilla...and a little boring she had to admit. She'd been married for years now and things were stale in the sack; she still enjoyed it and looked forward to it but there was nothing new, she was either on her back or on her knees one way or another and despite the enjoyment of her husbands cock sliding in and out of her to the inevitable climax, things were very much the same.
"I've got something else that'd definitely spice this up," the director said, indicating her to wait a moment as he went back to the costume co-ordinator to look through the boxes or stuff they had available. Blake was rather impressed they'd brought so much with them and widened her eyes a little as he turned back to her holding a black leather riding crop.
"Something like this," he said, holding it out to her.
"Ok you want me to be...I dunno, bossy?" she said, wanting him to clarify what he wanted from her.
"Absolutely, give us that sense you're in charge, I want bossy and dominant, not playful," he replied.
"I can do that," she said with a smile, knowing a pout and a few stern looks with the right hint of eyebrow arching would do the trick. Anyway, she was sure anyone looking at the photos would probably only care about what she looked like below her neck.
"Good good. You know what, give me the robe as well, let's lose that for these shots," he said, offering his other hand to take it from her. Blake shrugged it back off without hesitation and let it slip from her arms to free herself and give it to him, the silky material straight into his waiting hand. He exchanged the robe for the riding crop with her and she turned back towards the lights, walking back under them to position herself for the next shots. She knew eyes were on her but she didn't mind that, she's always loved attention and it was all positive, it was why she enjoyed doing photo shoots like this.
"Come on, Blake, give us some attitude," the director encouraged with a smile, making her smile and strike her pose again, taking a few shots to start playing up the riding crop. Having never used one, or had one used on her, she wasn't sure where to start with it. She smacked it into her hand to test it, doing it a little bit hard and wincing slightly at the pain but she decided to work with it and gave a classic "ooh" type look to the camera as the photographer got to work. Blake embraced the moment and looked down at it in her hand, then back to the camera with what she hoped was a sly sort of smile as she tried to give the director some of what he'd asked for.
She held the crop up towards the camera, almost pointing questioningly to the viewer as if expecting a response as she gave a series of facial expressions, pouting and glaring, giving a naughty smile as she gave options. As she pulled at her leather collar whilst biting her lip, she idly wondered what might eventually get chosen from this set as she leaned forward to let the camera see down her top.
