Camera Shy 3

Continued from here and here

Having broken a taboo that had lasted as long as our entire relationship, that of being photographed nude or semi-nude, Heather began to discover that it was actually rather a thrill to see ones’ photographs out there on the web, attracting comments from appreciative readers. The summerhouse seemed a natural place for taking photos by virtue of its privacy and the large picture windows, letting in plenty of natural light. Mentally, we are a lot more relaxed down there as well. We seem to be far less inhibited in general when we are there and the sex is often better and more adventurous than when we are back home in town.

However, a summerhouse is only for summer. The heating and insulation arrangements are rather rudimentary so any attempt at sexual high-jinks during the winter months would most likely result in severely frost-bitten bits and pieces, and the winters are LONG at these northern latitudes.

So I decided it might be an idea to invest in some floodlights so that we could carry on photographing at home in the bedroom during the winter. Having got used to the idea of being photographed, Heather didn’t object. The problem, as always, was finding the time so set aside.

Eventually, one evening, we compromised. It was rather later than we would have wished but Heather was willing and I reckoned I could get set up fairly quickly. I knew what sort of pictures I wanted and what I wanted her to wear: Our favourite bra, matching g-string and suspender-belt, black fishnet stockings and gloves, red boots and, Heather’s idea, a red necktie. We threw a black, shiny, pvc sheet over the bed. Being a rush-job, we couldn’t find half the props I had wanted to use, I went mad trying to find the remote shutter-release for the camera and in the end had to give up and use the self-timer instead.

I photographed Heather in a multitude of poses in her underwear and then, bit by bit, without it. I paid particular attention to her gorgeous breasts and those breathtaking curves are enhanced by that particular bra.

I had her get up from the bed and sit in the armchair instead She was topless now and had shed the tie and gloves. I gently attached leather cuffs to her wrists and clipped together behind her back, then set the camera to self-timer and stood behind her, sliding my hands around her throat as the flash went off. I showed her the result and she seemed well satisfied, so we took a few more, first with hands fastened behind her back and then with her hands on mine as they closed around her neck, still cuffed together as if in a vain attempt to push me away.



With her hands now resting in her lap, I clamped her nipples, joining the to clamps with a red ribbon, then put the ribbon in her mouth and told her to lift her head, dragging her heavy breasts up by the nipples as I set the timer once more and then hurried back to grip her around her throat again. With that shot secured I moved over to the camera to prepare it again, but this time I stood beside her, curled my arm around her head and offered my cock to her lips. Impassively she parted them and took me in, just as the flash went off again.

And with that, the memory card was full, but the evening’s entertainment was far from over: With her nipples still clamped and her wrist till joined, I helped her to her feet, led her to the bed and pushed her down onto the PVC sheet. I hooked the red ribbon over her lower teeth again so that her breasts stood up, strapped the leg-spreader to her ankles, pushed the n-joy into her arse and commanded her to wank herself to orgasm. She hesitated, so I gave her a little tap on the side of the breast with the riding crop to encourage her. As she thrut her own hand down into her cunt and twisted and struggled to close her legs, I knelt over her, wanking myself. Eventually, by straining against the straps, twisting her hips and lifting her head back to pull and stretch her breasts she was able to give herself a screaming orgasm, but I gave her no time to enjoy it. While she was still crying and quivering I grabbed hold of the metal bar joining her ankles and, almost folding her in half, bore down on her and fucked her hard until, just on the brink of coming, I pulled out and sprayed my seed over her belly and tits.

Freeing her was a long and painful process. As the temporary anaesthesia that the euphoria of orgasm provided wore off her nipples had to be eased tenderly from the cruel serrations of the clamps. Stiff leather straps had to be carefully unbuckled and cramped limbs eased. The butt-plug had to be gently twisted and released.

No words passed between us. Heather lay in my arms and I held around her head and comforted her, and in that position we slept.