Only Powerone could bring alive the darkest desires of three girls in their journey through the world of Bondage Photography. Three stories of young, innocent girls that never knew what dormant, sexual desires were buried deep inside them.
Brittany was beautiful, sophisticated and able to twist boys around her fingers, but she found the lure of fame and fortune as a spokeswoman for a cutting-edge lingerie company that had discovered Bondage sold high fashions. Her fame and fortune was bought with it a trade off. Older men wanted to possess her in ways that excited her and scared her, finding her voluptuous body bound for their pleasure.
Alice was looking for her college pictures, but the photographer found something in her that she never knew existed. She came sexually alive before the camera, not only to please the camera, but also to please the photographer. He became more demanding, Alice finding she grew aroused as she was bound and used in every conceivable way by the photographer and his friends.
Donna knew what she thought she wanted, but it took the photographer to show her what she really needed. Older than the other girls, she came to be photographed bound, though she had never done such a thing before. The photographer tested her resolve, each time pushing her further, not only into Bondage, but also into S&M, until pleasure and pain were indistinguishable and Donna succumbed to their depraved lust for her body.
Tyler knew who she was as she walked in. It was four days ago that Biff told him about Brittany. She came alone. That was a good sign. She was seriously thinking about it. “Thanks for coming in, Brittany.”
He surprised her. “How did you know my name?”
“Biff told me the most beautiful girl in the world would come to see me, and here you are.”
“Biff is a flatterer.”
“He is also a good judge of beauty. You have a camera presence that I haven’t seen for years and a body to match.”
“So are you,” but she liked the attention. She always loved the attention of men. “Are you serious?”
“Spend an hour with me, and if I can’t find you a professional shoot in a week that pays well, you can chalk Biff and I up to two blowhards.
“I guess I’ll take a chance of an hour with you to see if you can deliver.”
Tyler put the closed sign up and locked the door. “Let’s go into the other room. I only have an hour.”
He took her into the boudoir room. “Don’t worry about the bed. I do boudoir shots for wives. I won’t need props for you, just the camera and you.”
“Where do you want me?”
“Anywhere you want. I shoot natural, the photographs are much better when you aren’t posing. Walk around, investigate, ignore me.”
She ignored him, looking around the room, the camera clicking away as she did. She wore a short skirt and button-down blouse; her legs perched on four-inch heels. She knew she looked good, and she felt the power from it. The more pictures he took, the sexier she felt. She went over to one of the tables, a low one, bending over deeply to pick up a magazine on it, knowing that her skirt was pulled up high in the back, her legs parted slightly so he got a good view. The camera clicked faster as she paused in the position. She stood back up, looking at Tyler, smiling when she saw the bulge in his pants. Not only was the camera enjoying the view. Brittany grew naughtier.
Tyler was sure that she was already wet, posing for the camera. He knew just the company that would be interested in her, if she were willing. He wouldn’t push her yet. He wanted to see what she would do on her own.
Brittany saw the chair, walking over to it, straddling the wide footstool first, feeling it between her spread legs. It felt good, the cold leather on the inside of her legs as if it were forcing her to spread wide. She moved to the chair, but she didn’t sit on it; instead, she kneeled on it facing the back. She turned and smiled back at Tyler clicking away. She gave him one of her haughty looks as if her mind was filled with dirty thoughts. She spread her legs to the outside of the chair until her skirt threatened to rip, then leaned her body over the back of the chair until her hair was hanging down almost to the ground on the other side. She couldn’t see what she looked like, only imagining it. Her skirt had to be hiked half way up her ass, her legs spread to reveal way too much to the camera, but she was growing excited by the camera. It was as if she were making love to the camera.
He loved her bent over the chair like an errant schoolgirl waiting to be punished. She had a great ass, the skirt leaving half of it exposed, her panties pulled tight over two full buttocks. She posed her ass, her hips moving from side to side as if she were making love to the chair. She was a sexy one.
She got off of the chair, walking around the room.
“Take off your blouse.” Tyler said it loudly so there would be no doubt what he wanted.
Am I willing to do this? Undress for the camera. She took one look at Tyler and the camera, taking a deep breath, and then started to unbutton her blouse as she walked. Tyler stayed in front of her as her fingers moved down the buttons until she pulled the blouse from her waist. She turned her back to him as she pulled it open, looking over her shoulder as she pulled it down her arms and threw it to the floor. She raised her arms high up into the air and turned toward him, her breasts pulled up high as she stretched her body. She could feel how hard her nipples had become, how wet her pussy was. She walked around the room. She bent over the low table again, this time facing Tyler, stopping when her breasts were hanging down, the bra barely able to contain them. She smiled at him. She stood up and walked around again, strutting, feeling so sexy.
He gave her a moment to get used to being without the blouse before he said it. “Take off your bra now, Brittany. Show the world what they are missing.”
She looked at him. Could I do it? Strip naked to the camera. I did the same thing to Biff. I showed him my breasts. It was only Tyler and the camera. She turned her back to him, turning her head toward him. “You naughty boy. What do you want me to do?” She didn’t expect an answer, she already knew. She reached back and unclasped the bra, her hands holding the bra in front of her as she turned toward him. She slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms, coyly keeping the bra over her breasts. Her nipples felt like they would explode. She spread her legs until her skirt was pulled tight, looked at the camera and let the bra slip to the floor, revealing her naked breasts to the camera that clicked away repetitively. She stretched her lean body as if she were just waking up, feeling her bare breasts rising and falling as she turned back and forth toward the camera. She even put her arms behind her head, linking her fingers and bowing out her elbows like she read in erotic novels, arching her back to make her breasts more prominent. She looked down at her nipples, never seeing them so hard and throbbing.
He watched as she walked around the room, the gentle bounce of her breasts so erotic, Tyler catching every sexy move. There wasn’t a blush on her body, Brittany proud of her body and showing it to the camera. He let her go on for a few more minutes. “Just about finished, Brittany.”
“Not yet,” she shot back. She walked over to the chair, hiking up her skirt almost to her waist. She sat down on the chair, pulling her legs up almost to her chest. She turned on her side, curling up into the chair. Her ass was pushed out to the side, feeling her panties pulled tight over her cheeks, giving the camera a good view of her buttocks. She even teased the camera, clenching her cheeks and making them dance as Tyler clicked away. She finally got up, pushing her skirt down, retrieving her bra and blouse, covering her body back up again. She didn’t look at him until she was fully dressed as if it really didn’t happen, but she could feel her wet panties. She had done each shameful act, and it made her excited. She was born to perform for the camera. She knew it. “So, what do you think?”
Tyler never saw one that performed so well for the camera or so sexily. She made love to it, teasing it, and then performing for it. “You ever hear of lingerie by Shai?”
“Who hasn’t? They’re the rage in Europe and the more metropolitan markets in the United States. They have been banned in many countries for their cutting edge ads, some very provocative.” They were a very expensive brand with their products in demand.
“Could Brittany be their provocative spokeswoman?” He saw her eyes light up.
“You can do that? You can get me that job. I’d do anything for it.” She could imagine all the people that would see her and wish they were her. Or the men that would desire her from her pictures. It was more than she ever expected. Am I getting my hopes up for something that Tyler couldn’t accomplish?
He was hoping that she would be willing to do anything to get the job. He could get her the first shoot, but after that, she would have to accommodate the company representatives. Europeans would want something more from Brittany than just her picture. “The owners are European. I can get you the first shoot, but they will want to meet you during the shoot.” He didn’t know how to say it delicately without scaring her away. “They want me to take lots of pictures. They can be very demanding.”
Brittany already stripped almost naked for Tyler, what could they want any more than that. “How much does it pay?” She had to ask, even though she didn’t need the money.
“Ten thousand for the first shoot. If it tests well, the next one could bring you fifty to a hundred thousand.” Tyler would earn a pretty penny, plus he got the rights to the other pictures that would be taken. He would keep them while the campaign went on, but as soon as it was over, he would make a fortune on the more provocative pictures of Brittany.
That was a lot of money, even for her. She would have earned it herself, that more important to her. “Call me when you find out.” She left, knowing she would be on pins and needles until he called. If he called!
