You laid back on the soft cushions placed behind your head and shoulders, sheets of the softest cotton beneath you caressed the skin, the room was warm, but comfortably so. Distant voices came murmuring to your ears.
You glanced around at the equipment and the thick dark curtain bordering our space, your hands lay shaking in your lap, your legs together, slightly bent and crossed at the ankles.
In anticipation, your pussy had grown incredibly wet. You dressed for this in pure white lingerie, chemise, and g-string of the sheerest fabric, stockings held up with an elegant garter and your lovely legs ending in a very sexy pair of heels.
You told me you could not believe you had agreed to this, my hold over you is stronger than you thought, your desire to please me, and to be pleased in turn, is great. I asked if you wanted to reconsider, you shook your head, as though afraid to speak. I kissed your lips gently as if to seal our bond, reassuring you it would be ok.
The idea was simple, a photo session, to be held in the public viewing room of a swingers club, I would take all the photos, you would be raised on a dais, in the middle of a small amphitheatre before a mixed audience of about sixty.
We had agreed to let things develop at their own speed, and whilst either of us could call it off immediately, the possibility of others becoming involved had been discussed and agreed to, provided we felt comfortable at the time.
I stood beside you, dressed in a black tuxedo, the two video cameras running, holding our digital camera which was connected to a continuous power supply and with many spare memory cards, we had enough capacity to take over a thousand pictures!
I reached down, took your hand, and asked for one last time if you were sure, you nodded and smiled βI love you.β
I stepped away to capture that look forever, and as the camera flashed the curtains slowly rolled awayβ¦
The spotlights on you and the lack of light in the viewing area meant we could not really see all those watching, but the first three rows were clearly visible, and full of smiling men and women. The most anyone had on was a towel, which immediately made you feel more comfortable, particularly as many removed these as your gaze passed over them.
A murmur of appreciation passed around the room, and I could hear many commenting on your beauty and by your smile, I could see you heard these also.
As I moved around you taking pictures in rapid succession you began to move about on the dais, lifting and moving your legs, running your hands over your body, moving more and more to the feel of the audience approval, and less to the camera.
Your eyes closed you knelt on the sheets and raised your arse in the air, as you did this you turned and looked behind. There you could see the men immediately behind you all had their hard cocks in their hands. And the women were beginning to stroke and caress themselves. The smell of sex began to fill the room.