It was unspoken between us, but Charlotte obviously loved having her picture taken. She pretended to do it for my pleasure, but we both knew it excited her to pose in compromising positions for my camera. It was intimate, and because I pushed her to more and more provocative poses it became daring and even transgressive. Charlotte had a fairly public job – what would people think if they knew she was a closet exhibitionist? That my possessing those photos was inherently risky to her turned her on even more.
Not that I would ever out her. I love Charlotte and would never make her inner slut public knowledge. But the fact that I direct the posing and control the photos creates a power dynamic, with Charlotte at a disadvantage. She wouldn't have it any other way.
It was obvious when we first got together that our sexual connection would be unusually strong, the way it is when you really 'click' with another person intimately. Although outwardly shy, when her trust was earned there was nothing she wouldn't do. Our bedroom romps got more and more adventurous, but I hesitated to broach the subject of photos. Many women are justifiably wary of giving up that sort of control, especially in today's world of hacked online accounts. But one day as she stretched naked in our bedroom, the morning sun bathing her beautiful body, I told her it was too bad I couldn't have a photo of that moment.
"You can take pictures", she said happily.
I made sure she was serious, but I need not have worried. It became quite clear that she loved the idea. I tentatively asked her to stretch in the light again while I aimed the camera, and she did so with obvious pleasure. I continued taking photos, and began directing her into poses. Charlotte cooperated shyly but eagerly, if that's possible. It obviously turned her on to expose herself in this way, and it became a regular part of our sex life.
Although I did enjoy looking at the photos and videos from time to time, the very experience of creating them was most of the fun. With each click of the camera Charlotte knew she was giving away something of herself, and giving away control. She loved the idea of being independent outside the home, but in private wanted to feel owned. Giving me the control to expose her and record it satisfied and intensified this need for us both.
We had other practices that reinforced the sexual dynamic we both desired, and they all pointed toward her submissiveness when at home. I picked out Charlotte's underwear every day. It was understood that I could order her to perform sexually in a number of ways. We had a special pillow that I would toss on the floor when I wanted her to kneel and suck my cock, and a certain chair she would bend over at my command to be taken from behind. But it was the photos where we both felt this dynamic the strongest.
One routine we created was that whenever Charlotte trimmed her already sparse pubic hair, she had to tell me and then be inspected. Typically, she would whisper in my ear after showering, "I shaved today."
I would then order her to the bedroom to strip from the waist down. She would then lay back on her elbows and spread her legs for inspection. Sometimes this would lead to sex, sometimes I would just get her excited and then send her off on her day. But once intimate photos were a part of our life, this became a way to document our inspections.
The first time this happened Charlotte was getting dressed for work after her shower. When informed that she had just shaved I told her to meet me in the bedroom. She expected this and smiled shyly as she walked into the bedroom. But when she saw the camera in my hands her eyes widened and her breath quickened.
My lovely girl stood in front of the bed, gently wringing her hands and waited. She was wearing a skirt with her work clothes that day. I took some photos, some with her eyes down, and then I directed her to look into the camera.
"No need to undress completely. Just drop your underwear." She was now breathing heavily, but dutifully handed me her panties. Her eyes widened as she heard the rest of my instructions. "Now lay back, spread your legs, knees up... and smile."
Slowly, Charlotte sat down on the bed and leaned back on her elbows. She then pulled up her skirt, and assumed the position. She was completely, utterly exposed. Her pussy was indeed nicely groomed, and very obviously wet.
The camera clicked.
Charlotte seemed to react with each click of a new photo. Each one emphasized her obedience, her helplessness, and the fact that she loved it.
I had her spread her pussy open with her fingers and took a series of photos. Without asking, Charlotte began urgently thrusting two fingers into her pussy. I changed to video and just watched. She was getting lost in the moment.
"You know I'm recording this, don't you?"
Charlotte looked up, suddenly fully aware of what was happening and nodded. "Good," she said simply. She kept pounding two fingers into her pussy, and it only took a minute or so before she asked breathlessly, "Do you want me to cum?"
I nodded and she immediately plunged her fingers in deeper. Her hips rose from the bed as she had a powerful orgasm. I kept the camera steady through it all until she calmed down. As a final flourish she licked her fingers clean, then suddenly got shy and curled up into a ball with a goofy smile on her face, hiding.
The camera went back in its case at that point, but we would revisit this scenario, with variations, many times.
I made a point of taking photos of Charlotte in different outfits, and performing as many dirty sexual acts as possible. While I worried at each step that she might balk, she seemed to get more excited the more she was exposed to my lens as a complete slut in the bedroom.
Frequently, I would abruptly declare the photo session ended and have to take my pleasure with her. Charlotte enjoyed this too, tickled that I could be turned on so much by her exhibitionist ways as to lose control and pounce. One day it became too much for me after a series of her spreading her pussy open with her fingers. I had her dressed in thigh-high stockings and a nightie that was bunched up around her waist. Charlotte spread her legs lewdly and followed my instructions without hesitation as I had her open up her most intimate area for my camera. She contributed to her own debasement by suggesting she do the pose on her hands and knees, reaching back between her legs to spread herself open.
After just a few of those I tossed the camera, threw Charlotte onto her back and slammed my cock into her. She crossed her wrists above her head and goaded me to hold her down while I fucked her. "You like it when I spread my little pussy for your camera, don't you?"
I hissed through gritted teeth, "You know I do!"
"After you cum in me, get the camera again."
A man can only take so much under those conditions, and soon I filled her pussy with cum. We rested in the afterglow for a moment, but she whispered in my ear again to get the camera and to set it to video.
I sat between her legs and centered Charlotte in the viewfinder. She raised her head and looked into the lens as she reached down to her pussy. Without breaking eye contact she very deliberately pushed two fingers into her pussy, scooped out some of my cum and then put it into her mouth. I gasped at how utterly uninhibited Charlotte was as she tasted my cum straight from her pussy several times, then leaned over to clean off my cock. It's still my favorite video to watch.
––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Charlotte and I talked a lot during our sex play, and we often returned to the topic of including others. While neither of us really wanted to go all the way and open our relationship, we both enjoyed how including another person might highlight Charlotte's submissiveness. At moments where she was particularly vulnerable – perhaps posing lewdly or sucking cock on her knees – I would often "threaten" to allow someone to see her that way.
Or I might pin her against the wall with her wrists crossed above her head and say, "Maybe I'll let one of my friends feel you up while I hold you still." This excited us both a great deal, but we weren't sure if it was something we would really act upon. But one day an opportunity was created by chance and I decided to take it.
It was the weekend and we were taking it easy. No plans apart from perhaps a leisurely lunch – and of course, some sexy play. Charlotte and I were in the midst of a photo session. She was topless in a pair of tight jeans, her hair in cute pigtails, and I was documenting her lovely shape as she leaned in the doorway to our bedroom. My phone beeped with a text from our friend Kyle. He and I were close and had talked about our sex lives. I had told him a lot about Charlotte and though clearly intrigued, he was too good a friend to be rude or suggestive. He even knew about our photo sessions, but I had never shown him any.
Kyle's text was to ask if he could come by to pick up a power tool he had asked to borrow. Trying to hide my excitement, I texted back yes – and to be prepared for a surprise. When Charlotte asked, I told her it was my brother just checking in. We moved on to some photos of Charlotte pulling down the zipper of her jeans and I waited anxiously for Kyle's arrival.
