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Lorraine checked her bag, her heart beating in her throat. She had packed a towel, sexy lingerie, and a bottle of water. Stashed at the bottom were two condoms, just in case. She wasn’t supposed to need them, but she had found this man through an NSFW advertisement, and there had been a spark between them the last time they met. So, she had returned to finish what they had started.
She gathered her courage and walked up to the front door, locking her car behind her.
“Hi Lori,” he greeted her with a smile. “It’s nice to see you again.”
He was as handsome as she had remembered. “Nice to see you too, sir.”
“Come on in. Please, take a seat in the living room. Can I offer you coffee or tea?”
“Coffee, please.”
“It’ll be right up. Make yourself at home.”
Lorraine placed her bag next to the couch and sat down next to it. She added milk and sugar to her coffee before she sat back.
“So, have you thought about our arrangement? About what we’re going to do?” the man kindly asked her.
Lorraine nodded. “Yes, I trust you. And I’ve seen your work, I know you’ll make me look beautiful.”
The photographer grinned. “Of course I will. And we’ll take our time, make sure we get the perfect shots.”
Lorraine sipped her coffee, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. She had never done anything like this before, but she was eager to see the final result.
“You didn’t bring a friend?”
She let out a short sigh. “No, I didn’t. I figured I could handle this best by myself.”
“And you’re still aware that I’m a sexual Dominant and will address you in that way?”
“Yes, sir. I’m a submissive, and I think we have a good connection. And the regular safewords are in place, right?”
“Naturally. ‘Red’ means immediate stop, ‘orange’ means slow down, and ‘green’ means good to go.”
They drank their coffees in silence. A thousand thoughts were whirling through Lorraine’s mind. Why had she come up with this plan in the first place? Was she really going through with this? Could she handle this? There was only one way to find out.
She drank the last sip of her coffee and placed the cup on the table.
The photographer followed her lead and rose. “Let’s go. The studio is this way. I’ll guide you to the bathroom where you can shower to freshen up and undress. There’s a bathrobe you can use.”
“Thank you.”
Lorraine followed him and entered the room he pointed out. She quickly undressed and showered. She dried herself and put on the bathrobe. This was it.
She picked up her bag with belongings and went looking for the studio. She entered the only room whose door was open. When inside, she saw loads of photographic equipment. The man was busying himself with setting up and adjusting the big lights and screens. A large bed centred the room.
“Can I leave this here?” Lorraine asked shyly.
“Yes, sure. Please lose your robe and lie down on the bed.”
The man was humming to himself, seemingly oblivious to the awkwardness of the situation while he continued perfecting his setup.
Lorraine did as he asked and climbed on the bed. She sat down with her legs crossed while still trying to hide her breasts and privates. How was she going to do this?
“Lie back and spread your cunt for me,” he barked.
Completely taken aback by the shock, she followed his order. He took a picture.
“First shot is done. Now that we’ve gotten this far, you can relax. Follow my orders, and we’ll get the job done. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Play with yourself. Stroke that clitty of yours.”
Lorraine closed her eyes and let her fingers slide between her labia while focusing on her clitoris. No matter that this strange man was close by, it did feel delicious and exciting.
Lorraine heard the shutter go off many times.
“Oh yes, you’re doing so well. Spread that wetness.”
She doused her finger in her moistness and spread it over her labia.
“Perfect. Now spread your pussy wide for me; show me all the way inside.”
Lorraine initially hesitated but followed the man’s instructions and showed him everything.
He made appreciative noises and took plenty of pictures.
He asked her to shift her hips as well as other positions.
“Perfect, I think we’re near done. There is one thing I would like to try, though.”
She looked at him inquisitively. “Just name it.”
“You remember your safewords, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
A stinging pain shot through her labia. Lorraine veered upwards.
“Ouch, what was that for?”
The photographer grinned. “I knew that would shock you. This gives your pussy the most beautiful red glow.”
Lorraine rubbed her sore skin. “You could have added that in Photoshop.”
“There’s nothing like the real deal. Spread again for me.”
Reluctantly, she resumed her previous position.
He smacked her soft flesh again.
When she had recovered from this blow and didn’t protest, he continued hitting her, all at the same spot.
He only stopped to rub her clitoris roughly. She moaned and squirmed at this touch.
“Think you can handle more?”
“Oh yes, sir, please don’t stop.”
“Very well. Spread your labia; show me all of your pussy.”
As soon as Lorraine did, he hit her cunt with a short leather-covered stick. She howled and doubled over in pain.
“Back,” he merely commanded.
Against her better judgement, she laid back and spread her privates.
Again she hit her, this time straight at her clit.
She mewled at the pain. Soon, tears were streaming down her face.
Lorraine couldn’t believe her body betrayed her so. Her genitals were swollen red beyond belief, yet she longed for more.
“I have one last one for you. Do you want it?” the photographer asked.
“Oh sir, no, I can’t handle any more. Please.”
“Just one, and then we’re through. All right?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Ask for it.”
“Please hit me one more time.”
“And where should I hit you?” he asked while stroking the stick softly over her labia.
“At my cunt, sir.”
“Very well.”
He swung and hit her labia hard for one last time.
Lorraine cried out and sobbed. She was relieved it was over, yet sad at the same time.
The doorbell rang.
The photographer rose immediately. “Please make yourself presentable; my next client is here. I’ll let you know when the edits are done.”
“Yes, thank you, I think. One last question. Did you take any pictures after you hit my cunt?”
He scoffed. “No, I don’t think I did. Whoops. Guess we’ll have to try that again once you’re healed. Please leave.”
Lorraine hurried as she returned to the bathroom to gather her clothing and quickly redressed.
Once outside, in the fresh air, her mind was a jumble. Her pussy was so sore she wouldn’t believe it. All this torture so she could send her ex pictures of what he had left behind. She had not been prepared for the spanking, though she wouldn’t have wanted to miss it. Strange how a masochistic brain works. Maybe she could book another session with this dom. He just might be the one for her. Eat that, Jeffrey.
