You want proof that I am a willing partner in your desires....that I desire to push the envelope..... to have visible symbols to show the world.

We start with the cuffs and the waiting, the blindfold and the darkened room....the leather sofa...no soft fabric here.....I am moving to a higher level.

I know there will be pain.....what I don't know is if it will be mental or physical...but it will never be more than I can stand, or want and will be what I ache and beg for....

I quiver gently, the shudders just below the surface. My nipples already hard, my clit pulsing... hoping the wait won't be too long, but knowing that the waiting can be as delicious as what happens after....

I'm getting much closer to total humiliation... I long to be restrained to show that I have handed over 100% control to you.... so other people know that is what I have done and will look only to you for permission to use me.

The urge to beg, to plead, to please is becoming instinctive now...... it has the power to soak me whatever the scenario.

It seems each time I reach a plateau and think that is as far as I will go, another incident or happening pushes me even higher.......

You have made an appointment for some pictures of me for your briefcase. We arrive at the studio and I'm reassured that it is a professional set-up.

You sit in a comfortable chair behind the cameras and lights; I can see you.

You have explained that you want shots with my shoulders bare, so at the photographer's suggestion I have left my bra in the changing room and come out with a piece of dark green velvet fabric swathed around my body.

The photographer fusses, fiddling with my hair. He manages to brush his fingers down my neck and across the top of my breasts

I sit on the chaise and wait for him to finish; I glance at you and smile in response to yours.

The picture taking starts and I strike several poses following instructions, standing and stretching, sitting and then lying on the chaise. Following orders the poses get increasingly wanton, my head back, my hips arched, my legs apart. I enjoy this, safely covered but aroused, understanding that you will know what I look like under the fabric - showing myself to you - a delicious pastime.

You nod to the photographer and he approaches me suggesting that I drop the fabric to my waist for some tasteful topless shots. He slides his fingers across the top of my breasts as he releases the fabric, this makes me shiver as I'm quite aroused now and my skin is very sensitive. He takes more shots, requesting me to hold my breasts and touch my nipples. I comply, putting my head back and closing my eyes, the sensation is wonderful, my nipples harden and my breasts swell.
He tells me to open my eyes and look into the camera and carry on stroking. This makes me shudder as it brings home that you are watching me perform for him.

I'm aware from the edge of my vision that you are nodding at some request from him. He approaches me again and now explains this is time for the more explicit poses. He tells me to stand up and he unwinds the fabric, leaving me standing in my closely fitting silk knickers. His eyes rake my body and he smiles as they reach my mound, there is a damp patch visible; he reaches across and gently caresses the area. I shudder and look at you, you smile and nod so I stand still. This is a test of my obedience. I want to move, but I want to please you more.

He takes more pictures, recording my arousal, revealed through increasingly abandoned positions. Then he stands back looking down on me lying on the chaise.

"Remove your knickers," he says and I do as he says, immediately.

He takes several shots from the camera on the tripod and then kneels by the chaise. He reaches out and caresses my inner thigh with a finger tip. He whispers, "Do you want to cum?" I nod, not trusting my voice. My thighs are soaked, my clit protrudes, I shudder at his voice.

"Do you want me to record your orgasm?" he asks. I nod again, so aroused now I want you to see me cum, I want him to take pictures of me cumming.

I writhe and shudder as he runs his fingers up my thighs to my slit. "Cum on my hand now," he whispers as he pinches and strokes my clit.

I arch and scream as I hurtle over the edge; jolting and squirting over his hands under your gaze. You smile at me as I cum for you.

Trussed and Trust

The fat rope encircles my waist, you are holding me firmly in front of a group of people. My eyes are closed, I don't want to see them watching me, but I'm so aroused by the fact that they are.

You kneel over me, your hard cock close to my face... your knees either side of my breasts

"Open your eyes," you say...

As I do so you brush your cock across my lips, the pre-cum making it slide easily across my mouth. You slide the rope up my back and over my shoulder. You hold the rope and push your cock between my lips and down into my throat. By arching my neck and tipping my head I can take your cock in very deeply; you pull on the rope as you thrust it into my mouth.

As you thrust you talk to me, reminding me of the people watching, reminding me I can't reach to touch myself.

"Do you want someone to stroke you?" you ask, "do you need to be touched? You know what that means, don't you?"

I moan around your hot shaft, my eyes pleading with yours. You pull back your cock, "Say it then..... tell me what you want....."

I gasp, "Please, tell them to touch me, tell them to stroke me, tell them to finger fuck me.......tell them to do what they want......what you want........please......."

You smile as I writhe, sucking harder, arching up towards you as I get more and more excited, my legs spread wide, the wetness acting as a magnet for the touchers, lickers and fuckers........