It's late Friday evening as I sit in my photography studio editing photos. Valentine's day is soon approaching and since adding boudoir photography to my list of services I can barely keep up.
A photographer colleague of mine made mention to me how popular boudoir photography is becoming these days. He informed me that he has more work than he can handle and suggested that I add it to my list of services. After a bit of hesitation, I finally took his advice. It is now proving to be very lucrative, not to mention receiving the perks of seeing the women in various stages of dress and undress.
So far all of my clients have been either married or attached women getting photos taken for their significant others with no chance for extracurricular activities beyond the photography. But, even if there was an opportunity, I have a code of ethics I must uphold or I won't be in business long. I do have to admit though that I've fantasized about several of them. Dreams of taking them to my
Room of Seduction
and adding them to the list of prey that I've hunted and tamed.
It never hurts to exercise the imagination, right?
Speaking of imagination. My mind wanders to my latest victim, Desire. Desire is average in height at approximately five feet seven inches tall. She has long brown hair with innocent looking eyes and a mischievous smile. She has a luscious thick ass with curves in all the right places. Her physical appearance meets all of my credentials but there is something else about her that I can't quite put my finger on. I think it might have something to do with the way she left the other night. Just a note and phone number lead me to believe that I have not quite tamed this one. She was meant to be a typical one night stand but my mind tells me there is a need for another encounter.
I continue editing photos in an attempt to get her out of my head. Unfortunately, this idea is not working well as minutes seem like hours as I fantasize about doing a photoshoot with her. Desire, my submissive kneeling before me, wrists tightly bound behind her back. She is obeying every command as I create a photographic tale of my pure dominance. She is my work of art.
Finally, I can no longer resist the temptation. I must complete my quest and tame her. I pick up my phone and pull the note she left me from my wallet. Leaning back into my chair, I begin typing.
Desire,
Remember last Saturday? Meet me tomorrow night at Nebula. I have more to show you. I will be at the main bar.
Brandon
I click send and patiently await a response as I continue to work. To my surprise, the response is almost immediate.
Brandon,
Glad we are now on a first-name basis. Remember I know where you live.
I will be at your place tonight. Maybe I have something to show you?
Desire
I have to admit that I am thrown off guard by the quick response and the boldness of her reply. Nonetheless, it is this unpredictability that is drawing me closer to her. I waste no time in responding to her txt as this opportunity to finally tame her must be seized.
Finishing work. I'll be there in an hour, SHARP!
Use the spare key under the planter to let yourself in.
Wear a tight tank and heels, nothing else. You know the room. Be waiting on the bed and have your nipples hard.
I tap send and return to my editing. Several more photos to go and this client's portfolio will be complete. It takes my full attention to create such works of art and this one is coming out gorgeous. The bride to be dressed in her crisp white bridal lingerie, sheer robe, and veil are provocative yet tasteful. I sure wish I could see the groom's face when he sees them.
The minutes continue to slowly tick by and my attention is far from being on the editing of bridal photos. The closest thing to photography I have on my mind right now would be the fantasy of Desire posing in front of my lens. Not in white lace but more like black leather or latex.
Wait, why am I fantasizing about her when she will be waiting for me back in my
Room of Seduction?
Suddenly, my ringtone chimes.
I love your demands, Sir.
I will be waiting, that for sure.
About thirty minutes pass and it becomes apparent that I am not going to get any work done here. Tomorrow is another day and I will put in some extra time to catch up. I click
save project
and shut down my computer. Turning off the lights and locking the studio door, I set off for home.
The night air is refreshing on my short two-block walk and it gives me a few minutes to get into the right frame of mind for my special adventure. When I step onto my porch and grasp the door handle I find that it is locked. I assume that Desire either locked it back up or she hasn't shown up yet. I reach for my key and quietly unlock it. If she is here I don't want her to know that I'm here just yet.
I enter the house and slip off my shoes. Ever so gingerly I make my way down the hall towards the
Room of Seduction
. I anticipate her spread out on the bed caressing her breasts and body, her nipples standing erect and protruding from her thin top.
Outside the doorway I pause. I am like a wild animal who admires his captured prey momentarily before devouring it. I peer into the room with anticipation to find that my prize is non-existent. Only the empty four-post bed covered in red satin sheets and the armoire are in my sight.
I stand there in dismay feeling defeat when I notice the doors on the armoire are partially open. I am always sure to latch them and I begin to wonder if Desire is here after all? I enter the room and walk up to the armoire to further investigate when I hear a voice.
"Stop! Don't move! Don't turn around!"
Somewhat startled I stand motionless as the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor approaches me from behind. Her breasts press up against my back as her hands come around my body and rest upon my chest.
"I told you I would be waiting," she says as her hands slowly slide down my torso before briefly coming to rest with her thumbs hooking onto the waistband of my jeans.
As she removes her hands from my body she steps back and instructs me to turn around. I oblige and am now standing a few feet away facing her. She is even more stunning than during our first encounter. Her long brown hair is pulled up in a high ponytail flowing towards the front of her head. Her plump lips shine in gloss red lipstick and her dark eyes are ever so seductive staring back at me.
As my eyes slowly move down, a hint of leather comes into view along with a zipper. Her breasts are encased in a black leather crop top with a zip up front. This is all it takes to start the blood flowing in me. Down her body my eyes trail. Wrapped in a leather skirt matching her top are her perfect curves. My hands are eager to touch every one of them. On her feet, she wears ankle high platform heels which explains the loud clicking as she moves about the room.
"Unexpected?," she says as I stand staring silently at her.
"Yes, " I reply as a chill runs through my body.
Her heels click on the floor several more times as she steps in close to me. Reaching up to my shirt collar, she undoes the top button then pauses.
"Tonight it's my turn," she informs.
She then continues to unbutton the rest of my shirt, slides it off my shoulders, and proceeds to push me down to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
I am feeling quite vulnerable as I have never been the prey, always the predator. My hardness grows as I become more and more turned on. She firmly grasps the back of my head pulling me into her as she rubs her leather-clad breasts into my face. It feels as though I am receiving a lap dance at a gentlemen's club but I know that in some way this is going to be so much more than that.
Leaning her mouth close to my ear she whispers, "You have underestimated me. Haven't you?"
I am only able to mutter out a low groan.
"Lie back," she orders.
I do as instructed as this role reversal causes a strange feeling that is familiar but still unclear to come over me. I curiously watch as she turns to the armoire and removes the same long black strips of satin material that I bound her with previously. A chill of excitement runs through my body in anticipation.
She returns to my side and ties one of the strips to my wrist and then to the bedpost. Her heels click against the floor again as she makes her way around to the other side of the bed. She binds my other wrist in the same fashion before returning to the foot of the bed. There she stands looking down upon me with a mischievous smile on her face.
"Now it's Desire's time to play, " she seductively says as she partially unzips her tight leather skirt to allow more freedom of movement.
Like a prowling cat, she slowly climbs onto the bed until she is straddling me. Slowly she begins to grind, feeling my hard shaft straining against the fabric of my jeans. Her hands firmly stroke my chest and periodically her fingers give my nipples a quick pinch. I am starting to feel a different kind of pleasure than I have ever felt before.
Without saying a word she continues to grind away, using me as her personal sex toy. Her eyes never break contact with mine as she teases me with her soft moans. Finally, I hear her voice.
"You like this Brandon, don't you?"
"Yes," I reply.
"It is yes Desire," she sternly instructs.
"Yes Desire," I obediently respond.
