My husband had been dropping hints for several months that he'd like a set of professionally taken boudoir photographs of me for his 40th birthday this summer. He'd show me websites of photographers in the area and offer to pay. Most just seemed sleazy.
I wasn't against the idea per se, we've fooled around plenty in the bedroom (and outdoors too) with a digital camera, my husband probably has upwards of 200 photos of me in varying states of undress. It just seemed a big leap to take, being photographed by a stranger and I wanted something different to a sleazy centrefold legs akimbo type shoot.
But the idea turned me on.
Eventually I acquiesced and agreed that I'd do it. I told him I would research and choose the photographer & studio.
In truth, I'd already seen the studio I was going to choose and it was part of the reason I'd agreed to do it. I work in a major regional city in the UK, just outside the city centre. It's a great area, edgy, post industrial, lots of start up creative businesses living cheek by jowl with auto repair shops, scrapyards and derelict factories.
The studio that interested me was the other side of the road and a bit further out of town to where I work, in a big Victorian former factory that has been turned into startup businesses, studios, retail units, lofts, workshops, you know the sort of thing, with a smattering of ever changing cocktail bars, craft beer tap rooms, restaurants & galleries. I walk past it most days on my lunch break.
The business that interested me was one that promoted itself as a "vintage studio" offering all things 1950's Americana, precisely the look I wanted to go for, think Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's meets Betty Page...but what disconcerted me was that although it offered 1950's makeovers, pin up shoots and burlesque shoots for women, it also housed a male barbers that seemed to be aimed at the current scourge of male beardy hipsters.
I contacted Tiffany, the owner & arranged to meet at her studio then have lunch to discuss my ideas & concerns. Seeing the studio, my main concern was that the whole studio was very open plan, with the male barbershop at one end of the studio and the ladies salon at the other end, with a 1950's diner and kitchen set and a vintage car in between. I explained that it was likely I would want some topless shots and potentially some bottomless ones too. I hadn't seen anything on the website like this & could now see why.
Tiffany was several years older than me, early/mid forties. A tiny, buxom platinum bottle blonde bombshell, just over 5' tall and living her dream, owning her own business that allowed her to wear 1950's vintage wiggle dresses, lots of tattoos and piercings, obviously a lot of foundation underwear and I guessed stockings, with vintage heeled pumps all the time! She reassured me that she did a lot of this type of work but for obvious reasons the sets were not put on her regular website and that she could arrange an evening shoot after everyone had left. We discussed options and prices and we agreed on a bespoke package that included a vintage makeover and allowed me one costume change, and a choice of four photos from the sets which would then by edited and made available to me digitally.
I confided to Tiffany that I was wanting a vintage 1950's classic pinup shoot but was also maybe interested in a Betty Page submissive / fetish angle to the shoot.
We agreed to do the shoot the following Thursday evening at 6.00pm, Tiffany explained that by then, her partner Eric (her partner in business and relationship) who ran the barbershop side would be finishing up whilst she did my hair and makeup and then we'd have the studio to ourselves. It also had the added benefit that my husband was to be away overnight on business that evening so the photos would be a surprise on his birthday. It also gave me the weekend to choose my outfits!
I have a reasonably large collection of replica vintage underwear and seamed stockings, almost exclusively bought for me by my husband Cliff from What Katie Did. They're all his choice but he has always had excellent taste in lingerie and jewellery for me. I have three corsets (two of which are under-bust), a corselette, a Merry Widow, a waspie, several pairs of French knickers, suspender belts, bras, including a replica 1950's bullet bra similar to the one worn on stage by Madonna several years back, and dozens of pairs of seamed stockings, some fully fashioned, silk, fishnet, nylon, black, nutmeg, green, red, blue, sky blue, purple, coffee and opaque. I spent most of the following weekend trying on and posing for Cliff in different lingerie combinations together with different dresses, shoes and boots. Cliff thought he'd died and gone to heaven! I genuinely still think he was that horny he didn't suspect why I was doing it, I cannot count the number of times he fucked me that weekend!
I eventually decided on a purple, floral print button through knee length shirt dress that was fitted at the waist with a matching belt, it looks great with a petticoat underneath, perfect for the look I was after. Also a pair of 3" kitten heeled Fluevog pumps, cinnamon seamed stockings, a black, six strap suspender belt, black silk French knickers, an under-bust waspie corset and a choice of the bullet bra and a cathedral bra. I also chose a matching set of peal earrings, bracelet and necklace and even decided which nipple ring I'd wear! My plan was to have one set of photos taken with the dress on flashing my stockings and looking either cheeky or demure, which I could possibly frame and have on display in our house, then a second naughtier set just in and out of my lingerie, I still hadn't fully decided how naked I wanted to get.
The working week dragged, I was so excited, Thursday couldn't come soon enough! Cliff caught his flight to Germany on the Wednesday evening for his business trip, leaving me free to pack my accoutrements for the shoot. My plan was to wear the dress to work but change into the lingerie in my office after work. I put the extra lingerie in a small overnight bag, together with a butt plug, lube and a pair of smart balls, I'd had a naughty idea that I'd get a thrill out of having my pussy and ass full unknown to Tiffany whilst she was photographing me. In my fantasy, I was going to a fully fledged porn shoot where I'd be gang-banged senseless, instead of a soft core boudoir shoot.
I made it to lunchtime before deciding to change into my lingerie. Off came the boring tights, thong and bra, on went the corset, suspender belt, stockings, French knickers and cathedral bra, the bullet bra was a step too far at work I thought, even then, I had several comments about how narrow my waist was & questions about whether I was wearing stockings or not.
Five o clock couldn't come soon enough but eventually it did. This presented me with a dilemma as I didn't have anything to do for an hour, I'd originally planned to get changed in this time but I'd already done that at lunchtime. I decided I'd go and grab a drink to steady my nerves, I was incredibly excited but also somewhat nervous, the dilemma of whether to bare my breasts to a photographer, let alone potentially my ass and pussy was giving me butterflies in my stomach. Before I headed out in search of stiff drink, I couldn't resist going to the bathroom to douche my ass, all part of the pornshoot fantasy, then inserting my smart balls in my pussy and the butt plug in my ass. I felt sexy and naughty at the same time.
As I left my office and walked through the open plan office, I was buttonholed by an old colleague and friend, Nick, asking if I fancied grabbing a drink or two after work, I replied that I was actually on my way to do exactly that and he was welcome to join me.
We headed to the pub I had in mind that was actually in the same development as the photography studio, it serves real ale, craft beer and cocktails plus it has a killer jukebox and is popular with the alternative / artsy crowd that I like to consider myself a part of...
Nick ordered a pint of some trendy, strong over hopped IPA from a local craft brewery & I went for a Hanky Panky which is gin and red vermouth in equal measures, stirred over ice, I like mine with a dash of orange bitters too, which made the barman raise his eyebrows when I requested it but he nodded in approval when he sampled it. We decided to stay at the bar and I got a thrill as I perched on the barstool as it caused the butt plug and smart balls to readjust themselves.
Nick couldn't hold back for long before he asked why I was wearing stockings to work and how the hell my waist was suddenly so narrow. I spilled the beans about the photo shoot present for Cliff. I enjoyed seeing his jaw drop and him not knowing what to say! Halfway down my cocktail I was beginning to feel very horny. Recovering his composure, Nick bombarded me with questions, most of which I couldn't answer, he said he wished his partner would do the same for him but doubted she would.
A second Hanky Panky was ordered and consumed before it was time for me to cross the lane to the studio. I stood up to go and gave Nick a kiss on the cheek as I left. The cheeky bugger put his hands either side of my cinched in waist then ran them down over my hips, ass and thighs, feeling my corset, suspenders and stocking tops and murmuring "wow" to himself. I was very turned on.
