I had been an amateur photographer for many years.
Five years ago, I took the step to attempt it professionally and rented a large area above a workshop in an industrial estate. In the evenings and at weekends, it was nice and quiet, had decent parking, and was only ten minutes from the city centre.
I had divided it into different rooms based around a central office and kitchen area.
There was a white room, a black room, a room with a couch set up as a living room, a bedroom for boudoir shoots, and so on.
I was lucky that I had a second income stream and therefore, as long as the rent was covered, I was happy. As well as my own shoots for a range of events and models, it became popular as a place to hire by other local photographers as well.
My clients ranged from wives and girlfriends wanting boudoir shoots as a gift for a partner, through to models and OnlyFans girls wanting pro shoots for content. I was busy most weekends.
My speciality was boudoir and glamour shoots, and for those, I knew Bondage and Fetish shoots as it was an industry I knew well.
I am a decent-looking guy, Tall and well-toned, with long black hair, shaved at the sides, now turning grey, normally pulled back into a high ponytail.
I have got used to being hit on by many of the girls; flirting a little is one of the best ways to get models to relax during a shoot.
While I took advantage of this attention a little in the early days, I soon realised that if I slept with all the models, it made future shoots awkward at best, so I had made a personal rule not to get involved.
The popularity of the Fetish shoots meant I had set up a room as a dungeon, and this allowed me an excuse to invest in a small range of bondage furniture, including a St. Andrew's cross, adjustable stocks, and a spanking bench.
Again, allowing me to invest in an interest from my private life.
I even became included in some shoots where a male model was needed, using a remote control and an external screen linked to the camera, but I always insisted on my face not being in shot.
I had been in the studio for about an hour. I always like to make sure it is warm before any models arrive. When I heard the bell, looking at the screen for the door camera, I pressed the buzzer and said, “Come on up, Alice.”
I had worked with her several times before. She was a gorgeous goth girl in her mid-twenties, slim, with long black hair and long, long legs, and very cheeky with a good sense of humour.
If she weren’t one of my models, I would definitely have been very interested.
Shooting with her was always fun and effortless.
“Hi, Handsome,” she beamed as she walked up the stairs.
I smiled at her as I put the kettle on. She dumped a large bag on the island in the middle, and as I passed her a coffee, I asked. “So what are we doing today, Alice?”
“Mostly lingerie stuff for my social media and then a bit for my OnlyFans if that is ok.”
“That should be fine. No one else is booked in today, so we have the place to ourselves. We can start in your bedroom, if you like,” I said.
“Oooh. Good to know. And the bedroom is always a good place to start, I shall go and get semi-naked for you!” she said with a wink.
“Wow! We are starting the flirting early today.” I laughed.
“What can I say, I am single, and you’re hot!” she said, blowing a kiss as she went into the bedroom. I laughed to myself as she disappeared, thinking she was going to be a handful today.
A few minutes later, I heard “I am ready.”
“If you are naked when I come in, I won’t be impressed, Alice!” I called as I walked in the door, camera in hand.
“Yes, you bloody would be, but I am not,” she said as I walked in. She was wearing a strapless bra top and pink and black panties. She had an incredible body, and she was correct, I am sure I would be very impressed if she were naked, but I didn’t tell her that.
I opened a large box of different bedspreads, and she chose a detailed one. Throwing it on the bed, I said, “Good choice, that will complement your skin tone nicely. She lay on the bed and, under my direction, took a range of poses as I relayed words of encouragement.
When I was happy with the shots I had, she sat up and said, “I have some new purple lingerie that I really want to shoot too.” She dug them out of her bag and showed me.
“Very sexy, I think they will look good with high contrast in the white room. I will go and prepare the lights while you change,” I said.
She walked in five minutes later in the purple lingerie and holding up stockings. As she did a little twirl, I stood with my mouth open. “I will take your silence as a positive sign,” she said with a laugh.
“Behave, you and stand against the wall,” I said, finally able to speak.
“Yes, sir,” she said with a grin as she stood against the wall.
“That really isn’t helpful, Alice.”
“Ok, so you like that then, good to know!” she said with another giggle.
“You are incorrigible. Shall we get some work done?” I said, aiming with the camera as she took a range of poses.
Twenty minutes later, we were sitting next to each other with me flicking back through some of the shots on the screen on the back of the camera. “They look amazing as always, thank you,” she said and kissed me on the cheek.
“Can we do a few implied shots, with you in them, for my OnlyFans like we did last time. Me on my knees at your feet and so on,” she asked, trying to look sweet.
“As long as you promise to behave,” I answered.
“The white shirt is perfect, but do you have a tie lying around?“ she asked.
“I do actually, and I didn’t miss the fact you ignored me asking you to promise to behave!” I said as she just grinned at me.
We moved into a room full of random furniture after she had added a suspender belt to her outfit, and I put on the tie. I set my camera up on a tripod and connected it to a large screen. A well-concealed remote control in my hand meant I could now line up and take shots that I was in.
We started as she had asked, with her on her knees looking up at me, then I stood behind her and placed my hands on her arms as she posed with them above her head. When she was happy with those shots, she stood and said, “I have had lots of requests for pictures of me being spanked.” She bent over the back of a chair, looked back at me, and said, “Would you mind?”
I looked at her perfect pale behind, the skin pulled tight as she bent over the chair and said, “You are really lucky I am a gentleman, Alice.”
“Where is the fun in that?” she laughed as I stood behind her and took a few pics of my hand lined up to spank her behind.
After a few shots, she said, “That doesn’t look real. Come on, Spank me, I know you want to.”
“Right, you asked for this, Alice,” I said and aimed eight or ten hard slaps at her behind, the camera snapping away as I spanked her pert behind. When I stopped, she turned back to look at me, her eyes full of desire, and she almost purred when she spoke.
“Well, you have done that before, Wow.”
“Will you bloody behave,” I said with a laugh.
“I have another request, and it is a bit different, so I understand if you say no.”
“Go on,” I said, wondering what she would ask now.
“I want some of me kneeling at your feet with your trousers around your ankles.”
“So it looks like. . . “ I started speaking slowly, but she finished the sentence for me.
“Yes, so it looks like I am sucking your dick.” She grinned.
“Fine, but you owe me for this, Alice,” I said, as I dropped my jeans to my ankles and sat in the chair, glad that I was wearing decent-looking plain black boxer shorts.
“Thanks, but I really should be naked for these, and if I am honest, my panties are rather wet from you spanking me,” she said with a smile, almost certainly aware of the effect her words would have on me.
I watched as she unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor. She had perfect, pert, full symmetrical breasts, her small pink rosebud nipples already standing to attention. She then slid her panties down her legs, along with the stockings and suspender belt. I tried and failed not to stare at her shaved, neat little pussy as she stood in front of me with her legs slightly open.
She then knelt in front of me and looked back at the screen that showed what the camera saw, “Ooh, my arse looks good, perfect angle,” she said with a smile.
“Well, I am not sure I trust you, Alice,” I said, reaching behind me and pulling out a pair of heavy leather manacles, securing her hands behind her back. As I sat down, she said.
“I am a bit offended you don’t trust me, but to be honest, that looks amazing.” We took a series of photos of her leaning her head into my lap, including a few with my hand on the back of her head.
When we were happy with the shots, she looked up at me, then dropped her head and started kissing her way up my thigh.
“What are you doing, Alice?” I said in a warning tone.
“Well, you did say I owed you for the help, and I can see how turned on you are. Also, you should have secured my hands tighter.” As she said this, her hands appeared in front of her minus the manacles. She started to stroke my throbbing, hard cock through my boxer shorts.
“Alice, you know I don’t date my models. It just makes things awkward.” I said.
“I don’t want to date you, I am just saying thank you for helping with my shoot, and I would feel awful leaving you like this, you look ready to burst,” she said, stroking my cock harder.
My attempts at complaint ended the second she pulled my boxer shorts forward and slid my cock into her lips. I sighed as she rolled her tongue around the head and then slowly took me to the back of her throat.
As she built up a quick rhythm, I looked up to realise I could now watch her blow me on the screen, as the camera was still turned on. My breathing was becoming laboured now as she tormented me with her tongue and lips, her hand now gripping the base of the shaft and stroking me as her lips worked on the top. She was very skilled, and in only five or six minutes, she had me exploding in the back of her throat.
She sat back and swallowed loudly, wiping her mouth and giving me a proud grin. She dressed quickly and kissed me on the cheek, saying, “I really wish we had recorded that, you have no idea how much my fans would pay to see me swallowing some hot guy's cum. Oh well. I can’t wait to see the pics, got to go.”
A couple of hours later, I was in my office, hoping things would not be weird with Alice. I then received an email from her booking a session for the following Saturday. It read ‘Thank you for a great shoot today, I promise things will not be weird. I did want you to know you inspired the latest video on my OnlyFans, though. See you next Saturday, Handsome.'
I clicked on the link below, and it opened to her OnlyFans page. I recognised several of my pictures, alongside some very good selfies she had taken. The most recent addition had been uploaded ten minutes before and was a video.
I clicked play and watched a five-minute-long video of her half-sitting up on her bed, naked, bringing herself to orgasm using a large vibrator, ending with her blowing a kiss to the camera.
“That girl is going to get me in trouble,” I said to myself, before hitting play again on the video.
