I'm just an average guy, early thirties, average height, weight and build. I'm not devastatingly handsome or exceptionally talented so I never really come to understand why I became victim to such a shameful case of entrapment as I currently find myself. I am approximately minutes away from having the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life which may end my relationship and set me down a path from which I could not return but first let me explain how I think I got here.
I firmly believe that every man and, though I can't speak from experience, probably every woman, has changing trends in sexual fantasy and preference in what provides the greatest sexual gratification. An example of this may be preference for particular positions, pornography or partners. We're all adults and understand that there is a broad spectrum of the sexual flavours, as some refer to it, and though I wasn't vanilla, I certainly wasn't tuitti fruitti with sprinkles. I have however always had a penchant for pornography and found the visual medium the most appealing.
I had gone through particular fondness for handjobs in my teens, blowjobs in my early twenties. For a short period a girlfriend and I experimented with anal. Over recent years however my preference had been towards the new trend simply termed 'Jerk off encouragement'. The videos of the sexually proud and powerful women seducing and positively manipulating men into reaching orgasm without even the slightest touch ravished my mind. And as we all know this is by far the most powerful of erogenous zones.
Innocently I began to actively search out as many examples as possible of this type of video and enjoyed the variance of female dominant characters, seductive storylines and taboos. As a result I built up quite a repertoire of favourites and downloads.
My girlfriend, who has always been a caring and thoughtful lover, open to exploring our sexual options has however always lacked a little self-confidence and the seductive power that was being demonstrated within these videos and as such I had never shared this recent perversion of mine.
Equal to her positive attributes my girlfriend also had a jealous streak that would see her very quickly turn from her loving self into someone capable of cutting to your soul with the most hurtful remarks and constantly accusations about the most casual run in with a female colleague or co-worker would become very tiresome.
Now as I sit shackled in place with a woman equal to the fantasy of any man standing in front of me invoking the pleasure on me in one of the most erotic fashions imaginable, I begin to piece together the scenario that may have led me here. I was caught in a specifically built and particularly malicious Honey Trap.
If you're unfamiliar with this term it is a service offered to women that tests the fidelity of their partners and roots out those that are unfaithful or otherwise unworthy of their relationship with their significant others.
Though I have always been faithful in my relationship my girlfriend had always lacked a certain level of trust in me and had always been suspicious of my enjoyment of porn. She accused me irrationally of attempting to cultivate relationships with the starlets - something that anyone else would know to be impossible. I can only conclude that it was this doubt that she held for my faithfulness that resulted in my current predicament.
Over the last few years with my girlfriend I had progressed from being a keen amateur photographer to being invited through a friend of the family to shoot a few high profile head shots for a notable local celebrity. It was a great opportunity for me and I had taken the leap to quit the day job and rent a photography studio where my style of portraiture had become quite popular. I had even been asked to do a number of boudoir shoots for some couples and rather attractive young women as wedding gifts for their husbands to be. All entirely legit and though it may have been quite arousing seeing these women scantily dressed and placed in provocative poses it was all very professional, respectful and innocent. There were occasions however where I had to excuse myself for a few moments to take the odd deep breath and regain my composure but that very same evening I would go home to my loving girlfriend and put all that built up passion into an almighty explosion of lustful lovemaking. Though my girlfriend had feigned a supportive attitude towards this career path I had always believed that it did put a strain on our relationship due to her trust issues.
My day had started like many others I had made my way to the studio, checked my equipment, looked at the diary - this morning was quite quiet with one or two entry level actors headshots followed by this afternoon featuring a couples shoot and a new appointment that I didn't recall booking and appeared to be written in my girlfriend's handwriting. This wasn't uncommon but I couldn't recall her mentioning anything about it. Nonetheless I checked the records and the deposit had been paid, though it was quite a late appointment it had to go ahead.
The morning flew by, clients came and went, one or two people came in from the street and booked future family portraits and the sort. We were continuing to grow in popularity.
By the early afternoon my 3pm appointment came in. An older couple clearly looking to reinvigorate their relationship with a 'couples boudoir shoot'. Not everyone is perfectly equipped to wear lingerie and pose in provocative positions, the larger lady and gentleman certainly have curves that can be made to look sensual and optimised with good lighting that their respective partners adore but from my own perspective, this was not a shoot that I relished.
After a 45 minute gap between this appointment and the next, I spent some absolutely necessary time trying to blank my mind of the rolls and rolls of bare sweaty flesh I had just witnessed and fighting the overwhelming knowledge that they were probably now writhing together as one sweaty mess.
My later appointments all flew by without much to talk about and I filled my time with post production and filled my time with thoughts of food, films and what my girlfriend might be up to eventually 7 o'clock came and went and I my appointment hadn't shown. I stared at the clock impatiently, tapping my pen on the desk as the door swung upon at 7:18. As a shoot runs between 90-120 minutes I get a little fed up when models run late. As I looked up however my mood softened as an extremely beautiful woman, Natalia, strolled into the reception.
Standing 5'9, bronze skinned, blonde haired and clearly of a trim athletic physique she would certainly make a noteworthy entrance to any room, her beauty would certainly turn heads. Having come in from the cold she was wrapped up in a rather bulky fur coat which covered her upper body but her long sleek toned legs were hugged by a tight black pencil skirt under which her tan stockings where a vivid black line caressed her calf and lower thigh emphasising the perfect shape which guided the eye to linger at the upper thigh before the illusion was disrupted by the presence of the oversized coat.
Hello, I'm here for my photo session. Am I in the right place?
With the name of the studio on the door, interior walls and with a vast selection of images in frames decorating the entire room I was a little stunned by the question but her voice was gentle and a little short of breath so I responded with polite duress.
Yes you are. Are you my 7 o'clock booking? I said with a little emphasis.
Yes, that's right, I was running late, I'm sorry, but I'm here now.
She had a soft tone about her, she was clearly beautiful but had far less of an attitude than most models I have worked with or those we stereotypically conceive of.
"Right. Now I believe my girlfriend may have arranged this booking for the boudoir shoot. Has she provided you with the guidance on wardrobe and a basic outline for the shoot?
"Yes, I've brought my own clothes, I hope their appropriate, I going to do something special."
"I'm sure we'll produce some really special images that you can give to your husband as a special surprise."
"No I'm not married"
"Oh, I'm sorry, are they for a boyfriend?"
"No"
