Chapter 9
Michelle, Susan, and Kim dined on a wonderful meal of lasagna, salad, and bread as the three sipped their wine enjoying their conversation about the day's activities. It had only been three days since Michelle had agreed to the terms Lisa and Kim had laid out to avoid the pictures of her, engaged in lesbian sex acts, from being revealed. She had been drugged, blackmailed, and forced to engage in non-consensual sex acts but now she was beginning to long for the sting of her mistress's whip. The soft caress of a woman's touch and the sweet smell of pussy.
The last three days had perhaps been the most exciting and fulfilling of her life and she wanted more. If she had been the unwilling victim before, she was now possessed and couldn't get enough of lesbian sex.
"Michelle was surprised this morning when I told her you were a photographer. After dinner, you should show her some of your work," Susan said to Kim as she brought the delightful red wine to her lips, her eyes sparkling in the soft dim of the candlelight.
"Really? I'd love to show you," Kim replied looking at the young school teacher. As Susan cleared the table, the two girls went into the den. Michelle sat in a loveseat, the same couch that just hours earlier she had seduced the waitress from the wine bar. Michelle was transitioning from a naive and submissive heterosexual woman to a skilled lesbian seductress.
In a short period of time she had been introduced to pleasure spots on a woman that she had never known existed. She had learned first hand how pain could be pleasurable in the hands of a talented mistress. Most importantly she was learning things about herself - that she was not the same woman she had been on Friday. There was a new Michelle and she was fast closing the door on the previous version.
Kim brought over three leather photo albums, setting two on the table and opening the first. Michelle was transfixed as she gazed at the photos of women, some scantly dressed in negligees and lingerie. Most however, had nude women, lounging in bed sheets, on furniture, or outdoors.
The women were various ages, some seemed to be in their thirties or forties while others could not be much older than eighteen or nineteen years old. The second album had more photos of women together, in various sex acts, kissing, fondling each other. Michelle felt her nipples harden at the photos of women holding each other in their arms, captured in a lover's embrace. They were erotic but loving, innocent yet captivating.
As Susan walked into the room, she sat down in a chair directly across, still sipping on her merlot. "Show her that album hon'. That's the one she needs to see," Susan smirked as her finger pointed in the direction of the last album. Just the mention sent Michelle's eyes to the soft leather book sitting on the table.
Kim hoisted it up and laid the heavy album across her lap. As she opened the first page, Michelle saw already what Susan was alluding to as a petty brunette woman was held tightly by chains. She recognized Susan's rec room downstairs immediately. It was a playroom that she had become very familiar with over the last couple of days. She didn't know the bound woman but Susan herself was unmistakable, captured with a whip in her hand as she disciplined the woman.
The woman was naked and had a ball gag in her mouth. She had seen this device among the toys downstairs on the table. She had clips on her nipples with a chain that went across her chest. Even in a picture she could make out the dark crimson welts that betrayed her mistress's whip on her thighs and across her ass.
Her own pussy tingled at the thought. Initially the sting of the flogger hurt as each strand of leather teased her flesh sending signals from the nerves to her brain. But in the hands of Mistress Lisa, the pain was replaced by a wicked intense pleasure that bombarded her little clit.
Susan had never wielded the whip with her, but here was photo after photo of her disciplining young girls and even older women.
The women were whipped or experiencing some other type of punishment to their nipples or vagina. There was everything from candle wax to strapons and the camera captured it all as submissive women were photographed in every imaginable position.
Perhaps the most stunning was a picture of a young blonde, kneeling in what appeared to be a bathtub with Susan and Lisa standing over her, her face tilted up. Michelle stared and couldn't believe her eyes but the photo was very clear. The two women standing over the young blonde were peeing on her. A stream of Susan's urine was bouncing off her chest and erect nipples as Lisa soaked the young girl's hair which was just beginning to mat around her face.
"They're not...." Michelle started before she was interrupted.
"Yes," came Kim's one word response. "That's Katherine, she goes to school here in town."
"Holy shit," Michelle breathed as she was totally entranced. She had never seen anything like it, never even thought about it. But here was a woman giving herself totally over to Susan and Lisa. She wondered silently if they would ever do something like that to her. How would she react?
"There's another album. Show her the new one you were putting together," Susan interrupted as Kim moved the album over to Michelle's lap. Kim walked over to a bookcase filled with a few more bound books as Chel turned the page of the album she had on her lap.
There were more pictures of Katherine as she knelt on her knees licking Lisa and another with Lisa fucking her pussy with a strapon as she was pictured having oral sex with another woman. Katherine appeared to be nineteen or twenty at best and was very pretty with short blonde hair and an hourglass figure. Michelle noticed a tattoo on the girl's lower back and was drawn to it. It appeared to be a black panther or some such animal with a silver studded collar.
She reflexively reached up to her own neck feeling the collar that Susan had placed there a couple of nights ago. When she cut and styled her hair, after the waxing of her pussy and ass, she had placed a silver studded collar around Michelle's neck instructing her not to take it off. She had worn it ever since to the dinner, massages, removing it only by permission to shower and then putting it back on. She had even slept in it. Now here was a picture of a similar collar in the picture.
She wasn't sure of the significance until Susan, seeing her fixated on the pictures of Katherine chimed in. "We call her Kat. She's a delightful angel. Reminds me of you in a way. Maybe you two can meet," she purred.
Kim returned with a smaller book and handed it over to Michelle taking the other from her trembling hands. The pictures had aroused her and she felt herself getting worked up. But she was unprepared for the sight inside as she opened the album to find pictures of herself. They had obviously been taken the night at the conference. There she was in various states of undress as she stood in Lisa's arms.
The pictures were similar to the one's she had seen on her computer, but these were different. There were photos of her kneeling at Lisa's feet, removing her panties, licking her mound, and sucking on the older woman's breasts. The very thought that these images captured her first moments as a lesbian, the first pictures of her kissing another woman, going down on her first pussy, made her cunt wet.
"You know you photograph well," Kim smiled as Chel turned the pages of one graphic picture after another. "Like Lisa said, you can have all these back after Friday. But I loved taking them. You're so sexy," Kim said as her hand closed over Chel's on the book.
Michelle looked up and leaned over and kissed her lover on the lips. It was a short but passionate kiss. "I'd like copies but you can keep these. It's exciting to know I'm in your collection."
When Michelle had turned the page on the last picture, Susan announced she was ready for bed and stated that Michelle would join her in the bath and then demonstrate what she had learned from Mickie the masseuse earlier that day.
