You are a young housewife named Mindy. You are 5"2, with long blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and a rock hard body from working out and years of professional cheerleading, you have been married for a year to a professional athlete and have a 3 month old baby boy. You come home from shopping and laying out at the exclusive neighborhood pool and find an envelope in the mail with some photos in it that bring back some memories you'd like to forget.
Imagine you could go back in time to your wedding. As a young, beautiful bride you decided to get a series of photos taken of you in your wedding dress at a small local studio.
I'm your photographer. You've never seen me before and decided on using my tiny shop on a whim when you were out running errands. You stop in. We talk, I make you an unbeatable price and you agree to return that evening with your wedding dress for the photos.
What you don't know is that I'm a convicted rapist who has a failing studio in foreclosure I was about to abandon anyway and disappear. After having such a prize winning beauty like yourself walk in (all innocent, sweet, and excited in your prebridal mood) I can't wait to take you to use for my personal toy.
You show up as we agreed wearing sweats with your dress bag over your shoulder. I politely point you to the back of the studio where you can change and pretty up for the shoot. As soon as you turn the corner I flip the sign to closed, lock and bolt the door and shut off the lights in the front office and head to the back to begin.
Eventually you exit from the changing room looking radiant in your white dress, white stockings and matching heels, your make up perfect, your golden hair piled high on your head with curls coming down the sides, and a small veil over your head.
I give you a fake bouquet as a prop and we begin. The first part is the standard bride pictures and all is normal as we joke and laugh and I snap away as you tell me all about how happy you are. I occasionally step up and position you for photos getting you comfortable with my hands on you.
Then the pictures begin to get more daring as I can sense you are enjoying the attention and obviously know how attractive you are. I have you take off your veil and lower the shoulder straps on your dress. I insist how much your husband will enjoy some provocative shots so you reluctantly agree. I sit you in a chair and have you pull up your dress enough to show your sexy legs and have you cross them teasingly in a shot. Then have you leaned over a chair showing a great cleavage shot even with your tasteful yet sexy gown.
My cock is now rock hard and I can barely control this facade much longer. I make you put your leg on a chair and shoot a picture of your garter. I make a joke about the garter and you get a case of the giggles. Your innocent little laugh, your sweet little girl voice and your very grown up body are driving me mad with desire.
Finally, I have you sit on a chair and tell you to spread your legs wide and lick your lips. You hesitate and then say you aren't comfortable with that. This is it... the moment your life changes forever and I unleash my power which will bend you to my will.
I casually put down the camera and tell you to hold still so I can pose you again. When I step behind you and position your hands gracefully behind you I pull a pair of steel handcuffs from my photo vest pocket and slap them on you before you know what happened.
"What the hell?" you shriek in surprise "take these off of me! This isn't funny!"
I step in front of you, grab you by the shoulders, and look at you nose to nose as I speak slowly and with a sinister grin, "This isn't a joke Mindy. I decided the moment you walked into my shop I wanted to tear off your clothes and violate your hard little body. I'm going to have you tonight and I'm going to do it to you while you wear your pretty little wedding dress. And you know what else my sweet angelic Blondie? If you don't want to get hurt there's not a damn thing you can do about it."