I was in my office sorting some paperwork when I got a message from Alice. In addition to being her photographer, we had been creating content for her OnlyFans for about 6 weeks now.

Grabbing a dress for today’s shoot. What do you think of these?

Then followed three photos of her in two dresses, both black, one long-sleeved and one sleeveless. She appeared to be in a shop dressing room and was bending over a stool with the short dress pulled up slightly, showing her shapely arse.

They are both very nice; just grab what you are most comfortable in.

A few seconds later, I received a two-word reply. Yes, Master.

Then, a short video followed; I pressed play and watched.

She was now sitting on the edge of the stool, slowly sliding the hem of the short dress up beyond the top of her hold-up stockings; she was not wearing panties beneath, and her hand slowly dropped to gently stroke her shaved, smooth pussy.

She stroked herself for a minute, then slowly lifted her hand to her mouth and seductively licked her fingers. Then she blew the camera a kiss, and the video ended.

Alice arrived about twenty minutes later; as usual, she walked up the stairs saying, “Hi, handsome,” and kissed me. She was wearing the long-sleeved dress she had sent photos of. I led her into the bedroom and pressed record on the two cameras already set up.

“How did you end your message to me earlier?” I asked sternly.

“Yes, Master,” she answered after a pause.

“Well, I am going to show you what happens when you call me Master. Do you understand?” I asked.

“Yes, I do,” she said with a grin.

“Yes, I do, Master,” I corrected her.

“Yes, I do, Master,” she repeated.

“That is better. Now get on your knees, place your hands on your thighs and bow your head,” I commanded.

“Yes, Master,” she said as she followed my instructions, unable to hide the broad smile on her face. I undressed and walked around her, stroking her hair and then lifting her dress to expose the white panties beneath.

I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Now crawl over here and suck your Master's dick,” I ordered.

“Yes, Master,” she said enthusiastically. She crawled the short distance to kneel in front of me and immediately took my hard cock in her hand, pumping the base of the shaft as she closed her lips around the head.

I had positioned one camera with the knowledge that when she bent over, it would show the gusset of her panties. She was highly skilled in the art of oral sex, but today I wanted to show her a different side of myself and grabbed hold of her hair.

I forced her down the entire length of my cock till it nestled in the back of her throat, and she gagged a little. I did this three or four times, allowing her to retreat and then forcing her head back down till I finally released her hair, and she sprang up gasping for air. She smiled up at me, her eyes slightly watery but full of desire.

I pulled her to her feet and gripped her buttocks from behind. Turning her, I pulled her to sit on my knee.

I wrapped one arm around her stomach, holding her captive, and the other pushed her thighs wide open, my hand stroking swiftly up the inside of her thigh and rubbing her pussy over the white cotton panties. I could already feel the moisture seeping through the material.

She turned her head, kissing me and moaning as I slid her panties to the side, stroking my fingertips across the outer lips of her pussy before slowly pushing two fingers inside. I hooked them forward as I probed to rub the front wall of the inside of her pussy. Her moans increased, and she was now nuzzling my neck.

As quickly as I had started, I tore my fingers away, pushed her off my knee and dragged her by her hair to the top of the bed on all fours. Kneeling behind her, I pushed her dress up out of the way and pulled down her panties with a sharp motion, leaving them wrapped around her thighs.

I aimed four hard slaps to her arse that made her gasp, more from shock than pain.

I took position behind her and drove my cock deep into her pussy. She sighed. I set myself, gripping her hips to pull her back onto me and then started to fuck her hard from behind, using my full weight behind every thrust.

Within two or three minutes, her moans had escalated to cries of pleasure, and she was pushing her hips back towards me with every thrust. Without warning, she threw her head back and screamed out as I felt her pussy pulse around my cock and her body spasm below me.

I allowed her orgasm to subside and then grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head up, her face covered in her hair. “Did I say you could cum?” I demanded.

“No,” she gasped, still trying to catch her breath.

“No, what?” I snapped, yanking her head back harder.

“Ow, ow, no, Master. Sorry, Master,” she cried out.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson,” I said, withdrawing from her and standing off the side of the bed, pulling her along with me by her hair. She stumbled to her feet. I grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head. Her white cotton panties were still halfway down her thighs, so I tore them off.

I then pushed her face-down onto the bed, now naked apart from a black bra. I stroked my hand across her buttocks and said, “Don’t you dare move.”

“No, Master,” she answered immediately. Before she had finished the sentence, I started to spank her arse, steadily at first, alternating buttocks every couple of strikes and slowly increasing the strength of the hard slap.

I had counted to nearly thirty by the time she started to cry out and writhe below me. Her behind was now glowing a deep shade of red. I stroked my hand over her buttocks, feeling the heat rising from her skin. I knelt beside her and whispered in her ear, “Have you had enough, Alice?”

“No, Master,” she said, decisively turning her head towards me.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes, Master, please fuck me, Master,” she replied, making sure the second half was loud enough to be heard on the recording.

I reached up and unclipped her bra, pulled her to her feet and drew it down her arms so she was standing naked. “Stand there, hands behind your back, head down. Don’t move!” I ordered and walked out, leaving her naked in front of the still recording camera.

I returned a minute later, stood behind her and attached a thick leather collar around her neck. I attached leather manacles to her wrists, then her ankles. Finally, I lifted a leather bit gag in front of her face. Her eyes widened, but she opened her mouth wide and allowed me to attach it behind her head.

I picked up one of the cameras on a tripod, keeping it pointed at her. “That is better; now you look like a cheap slave. Walk into the corridor.”

She nodded and walked into the corridor ahead of me. A short chain between her ankles allowed her to shuffle along.

“Now turn right and walk to the end door,” I commanded. I followed, keeping her in shot. She stood obediently next to the door as I punched in a code to the lock and opened the door. She stepped into the darkness inside, and I turned on a light.

This was my bondage room. Various chairs, benches and a St Andrews cross; the models who knew about it playfully referred to it as the dungeon. I placed the camera on the tripod on the floor and took hold of her wrists, walking her over to a thin leather-topped bench.

I unclipped the manacles and pulled her down onto the bench. She gasped as her naked skin hit the cold leather. I reclipped the manacles so she was now secured through the metalwork under the bench.

I slowly walked to the end of the bench and lifted the small chain connecting her ankles and hooked it over the end of the bench so her feet were lifted off the floor. I looked down at her and smiled, knowing that she was now completely at my mercy.

I aimed two hard slaps at her already bright red arse, which made her moan, and her head jump back off the bench.  I crouched, took my cock in my hand and rubbed it against the slit of her pussy. She moaned loudly as I pushed forward, her body opening to me. I drove deep inside her and quickly built up speed.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh fuck, fuck fuuuck,” she cried through the gag as I plunged again and again into her, fucking her as hard as I could. I grabbed her by the shoulders to pull her back towards me as I drove into her.

She was now screaming through the gag, and I could feel her body spasming below me. I grabbed the collar at her throat and yanked her head back as she orgasmed violently beneath me.

She collapsed back down onto the bench, and I kept thrusting into her now limp body for another minute or so. I moved to the top of the bench and unclipped the gag. She spat it out onto the floor, her face and the gag covered in saliva as she gasped for breath.

I reached below and unclipped her wrists, took hold of her hair and used it to raise her off the bench. I stepped forward and slipped my soaking cock between her lips; she raised her hand and started to pump the shaft as she sucked on the end enthusiastically.

After only a minute or so, I again grabbed her hair, forcing her head down as I drove for the back of her throat. I came loudly and flooded the back of her tongue.

I released her, and she collapsed exhausted back onto the bench, breathing heavily. I walked over to the camera and said simply, “Good girl.”

I pressed stop on the camera.

We cleaned ourselves up and both dressed, and fifteen minutes later, I was driving her home. “My god, I am going to sleep tonight,” she said with a laugh.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I, Alice?” I asked, slightly concerned.

“Oh god no, Liam, that was fucking amazing, honestly. And our fans are going to love it,” she said with a smile.

“As long as you enjoyed it too.”

“Did the two mind-blowing orgasms not show that?” she said, laughing again.

“Well, anytime you want that treatment, just call me Master.”

“I can assure you I will,” she said with a grin.

“Well, you had better think of a safe word then,” I said thoughtfully.

“Yes, Master,” she replied with a smile.

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