This story has a heavy BDSM focus, a sub female protagonist with male doms, and a focus on humiliation/degradation. If that is not your thing or if you're offended by such elements, it might be better to read another story. Thanks for understanding.
"You're really good, Chloe," Matt said as he looked at my photos.
I answered with thanks, but honestly, as pretentious as it sounds... I knew I was good. Everyone in my photography class knew I was the best out of the group of thirty—all the guys agreed to that fact. I say all the guys, because out of the group of thirty students attending that college class, I was the only girl.
And honestly, I loved it. It was cool to be the only girl in a gang and also be the best photographer. All the guys looked up to me—the only girl was the gold standard of achievement, and that made me ultra-proud. Matt kept scrolling through my pictures. Every week, we had a photography project to present to the class: each student would take pictures during the week and present them on the classroom's projector screen.
The pictures could be anything, portraits, landscapes or even situations. As long as we had a style and a grasp of technique, that's all it took to get an A+, which is what I got every single time. I'm not afraid of saying it proudly: I was a good photographer, and Matt saw it once again as he scrolled through my city portraits—pictures of the city's streets I had taken.
Still, as good as I was behind the camera, I had always had a deep curiosity for being in front of the camera. All my female friends said I should pose for portraits—according to them, my long, wavy red hair and light brown eyes made me photogenic. They all said I looked pretty, but then all girl friends say that to one another. That said, a friend who owned a yoga clothing store had once asked me to model for advertisement pictures.
I had really wanted to—I jog a lot and eat healthy, being a vegetarian. As slutty as it sounds, having the opportunity to pose in shape-revealing clothing like yoga clothes had proved itself very enticing, but scheduling conflicts had ended up cancelling the whole thing.
Matt turned to his apartment's door. "They should be here any minute now," he said, mentioning his models that were scheduled to come for his own photo project. "I hope mine will be as good as yours."
"I'm sure it will," I said with an encouraging smile—and I really believed what I said. Matt's project was pretty daring, and I always liked daring.
Nudity is no stranger to a photographer's gang, and we already had a bunch of projects with nudity in it, butt Matt's was going to be different. The nudity we had seen before was the casual type where the body looks completely normal and not necessarily attractive in any sensual way. Matt however was going to do a sensual photoshoot; one whose concept was so cool that I just had to be there—hence why I was in his apartment that Sunday evening.
The doorbell rang and in came Matt's first model, a friend of his called James. He was tall and good looking with short black hair. I'd say he looked the James Bond type, which made his first name a happy coincidence. Quickly, as the other models entered, it was clear to me that he had selected all his models according to that James Bond look; all black-haired, slick and handsome men with a classy air—the sort of guys who would look good in suits. After all, that's exactly what they were going to wear. Suits.
They changed into their slick black tuxedos and sat down as we waited for the seventh model. There would be six men, and one woman; a woman we were still waiting for. We were chatting around his coffee table, and I was in a discussion with Chris, one of Matt's models.
"It's cool that you came to help him out," he said.
I nodded but tried to keep my smile at a minimum. Yes, I had come to help him with his lights or if he needed help with his camera, but... That wasn't THE reason why I had come. The reason was more... well, personal. Matt's concept unknowingly touched upon a secret scenario that I had always dreamed of. A fantasy.
"She's daring, isn't she?" Pete remarked—James Bond number 3.
"Who?"
"The model girl."
I instantly nodded, full of admiration for that unknown woman who was yet to come. She would be the only woman posing alongside guys wearing suits... and she would be completely naked. Matt's concept was incredible from a visual angle; there was something automatically enticing to a photographer like me when I imagined a bunch of guys in a suit and the contrast of a lone nude woman; there was poetry in that simple yet visually powerful contrast. Chloe the photographer was amazed by the idea, but another Chloe too was interested in it.
Chloe the young woman with secret kinks—she too, was fascinated by it. I had always wanted to be naked around a group of clothed men—part submissive and part exhibitionist is how I'd describe the nature of my kinks. There was something super-hot about the idea of being exposed to clothed guys who dominate me just by the one-sided nature of my nudity. I had come to Matt's house because I didn't want to miss his photoshoot. I wouldn't ever live that fantasy for myself, but at least I could live it vicariously through that model by looking at her.
I already imagined her taking her clothes off and being surrounded by six clothed guys in suits. It made me a little aroused already, thinking of myself in her place, but it also made me a bit sad. Sad knowing that I would never have the courage to do that myself.
Time passed as we chatted. We quickly realized it was now 6:30 PM—the photoshoot was half an hour late. The model was half an hour late. And Matt was getting concerned. He walked away from the living room and sent multiple text messages to the girl, receiving no answer. I walked up to him.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I don't know. She's not answering."
"Problem with the subway?"
"She's coming by car. Traffic jam maybe, but then she'd be able to answer..." The project was due for tomorrow, but Matt was always the optimist. True to his nature, he shrugged lightheartedly. "I just want to know if she'll be coming or not. Not a problem if she can't, I'll just do portraits with the guys."
