Sofia's fantasy
Oh my god, he is coming over tonight. And he said I'd better be ready. I met this guy a couple of weeks ago. He is much older than I am, but there is something about him I just can't resist. When we first met in a bar here in town, he was the one who took the initiative and walked up to my table and introduced himself. I was alone at that time, waiting for my girlfriend to arrive. His opening line was ridiculous, something about my eyes. I can't even remember.
Yet the deep timbre of his voice set my whole body on fire. I just stared at him. Apparently, he had asked if he could sit down. I remember only that I wanted him to keep talking. And that was what he did. Slowly coming to my senses, I heard him telling he was a photographer, working for several fashion houses. And that his eye had caught me sitting here in that bar, lost in thoughts he could only speculate about. He was touched by the beauty of the scene, and he had felt he had to connect to find out if I would be interested in posing for him some time.
I had had dreams about modelling, but the opportunity had never arisen. And now it was offered to me, without me doing anything to get a modelling assignment. After a few minutes I told him I would pose for him. He seemed relieved, and in his deep commanding voice he kept telling me how glad he was I would do a shoot. Then my girlfriend arrived. He properly introduced himself to her, answered a few of her questions, and then said goodbye to leave us to enjoy our evening together. He didn't forget to leave his card, and told me to contact him whenever I was ready to pose for him.
That night I discussed it with my girlfriend. She was not enthusiastic and told me to be careful. What did I know about this guy anyway. I knew she had a point, but I couldn't get it out of my head how he had set my body in flames, talking to me. That commanding voice just cut right through me, and I felt I had to discover what this meant. So, I texted him the next day and told him I would do a trial shoot. He was quick to answer, and we made an appointment for next week at his studio.
The day of the shoot I was nervous. I texted him to know if he wanted me to bring specific outfits. He told me not to worry and just wear what I'd put on that morning. The purpose was not to do a professional shoot, just to discover how I would like it to be in front of the camera, he explained. At the agreed time, I walked into his studio to find him already arranging his equipment. He greeted me jovially and started to chat about how I was, and what I expected from the shoot, and what he intended to do. He did a good job putting me at ease. When he asked if I was ready to begin, I felt good and readily told him I was.
What happened was not what I had foreseen. He asked me to take a few poses. Just anything that came into my mind. I had seen many pictures of models on IG and YT, so I thought it was easy to try and repeat some of the things I had seen. Yet, after a few poses I felt it slipping away. He stopped shooting and asked what was the matter. When I told him I didn't know what to do next, he smiled and suggested he could direct me more. I agreed. And that turned out to be a very revealing decision.
He started to give me instructions. How to put my feet, turn my hips, keep my shoulders, hold my head. What face to put on. I slowly started to realize that I felt extremely good getting those instructions from him. It really helped me to get into the act of posing and showing myself. And suddenly, out of the blue, I shocked myself feeling my pussy tingle, when he instructed me to bend over a little to take a picture highlighting the jeans I was wearing. What the hell was happening to me? Nothing sexual was going on, but the effect on me was completely arousing. My breathing deepened, his voice giving me instructions made my heart beat faster and faster. And suddenly it hit me. My god, I liked being commanded!
When he ended the shoot, he offered me a drink and asked how I had liked it. I started to say that I had liked it, and it was fun, but then he interrupted me, looked me in the eye and told me he had noticed how aroused I had gotten while he instructed me to bend over. I fell silent, blushed. He took my hand and told me there was nothing wrong with that. If that is how you felt, he said, then that is what it is. What he said next, just took my breath away, but excited me a lot. He told me he had an idea to have me experience that excitement to the full. His proposal was that he would come to my place the next evening and that I had to do exactly what he would tell me to do. The idea instantly made my nipples hard. This sexual reaction to his proposal took me by surprise again, but it made sense considering what happened during the shoot. He added that if it made me feel more comfortable with the whole idea, I could invite my girlfriend to witness the whole event. Before I knew it, I had said yes.
So, tonight's he's coming over. I did confide in my girlfriend. At first, she was shocked. She couldn't believe I had consented in doing this. But when I explained to her that I really wanted to explore this, she agreed to be there. As long as I don't have to do anything, she added. An hour before he was to arrive, I got a text from him. A first set of instructions. I showed them to my girlfriend and her eyes grew wide. He instructed me to put on black stockings, wear a short skirt and a small top, and wear stilettos. What's he up to, my girlfriend wondered. But I had already decided I wanted to play along. I explained to her that it made me feel very sexy to wear something he ordered me to wear.
I got ready. I felt excited. Looking forward to what might happen. I got the things he ordered me to put on. A nice tight fighting top, the short skirt with a nice string. I put on my black seamed stockings, hold ups, which look so good on my long legs. And for the occasion I picked my 6-inch stilettos. When I walked into the living room, my girlfriend smiled. She sighed and told me that I looked so hot in that outfit. I was a little surprised she admitted to that. I didn't know she looked to me in that way. It did feel good, though, I thought.
When the doorbell rang, I couldn't help but get a bit nervous again. I walked to the door and opened it. He stood tall, his face open and friendly, his eyes going over me as if to check whether I had obeyed his orders. He greeted me in his deep commanding voice. It sent shivers down my spine already. God, I already felt my nipples harden thinking of what he would be telling me to do in a few moments. I begged him in. He had a big bag with him. I wondered what was in it. Upon entering the living room, he greeted my girlfriend with a big hug. He obviously did his best to relax the atmosphere. He then opened his bag, and got his camera out, and a tripod. When I asked what he was doing, he said it was best to record this evening. I didn't object. I liked the idea of being recorded. My girlfriend asked what the plan was. He just told her to wait and see. I looked at him, my eyes inquisitive, anxious to begin.
He now took complete control. He set up the tripod and the camera behind the couch, activated it, and sat down on the couch. He seemed totally relaxed in his role as the dominator in this relationship.
"Okay, Sofia, let's get this thing going." he said. "First, I want you to come and stand her in the middle of the room, so I can get a good look at you."
My girlfriend gasped. I just could hear her think how demeaning she thought this sounded. But it felt like a thrill to me. I walked towards the designated spot, my 6-inch heels clicking on the wooden floor.
"Is this alright," I asked, "is this the right spot."
"You're not supposed to speak, Sofia," he retorted, "I am the only one who may speak now."
I fell silent, obeying that mighty voice that reverberated inside me. I was amazed at myself for just following what he said. I'd be silent and just do what he would tell me to do.
"Sofie, why don't you turn around, and give your girlfriend and me a nice view of how you look." he told me.
I was surprised he involved my girlfriend in this situation. And I saw in my girlfriend's face, she was surprised as well. But I slowly turned around on my 6-inch heels, showing how I looked. I paid a little attention to what my friend was doing. I saw she was flushed, but really paying attention. Was she also getting into this?
"Sofia," his voices sounded out, "I want you to turn your back to me, and bend over while removing your string."