The Fetish Shoot

  When received an offer from one of the top photographers in London to be his muse for an upcoming gallery collection of pictures, Celeste was more than ecstatic.  She was a bit hesitant about the fetish theme of the pictures, but she could not pass up the opportunity to be immortalized by London’s finest.

   She arrived at his studio with no idea just how far they would delve into the realm of fetish, but a quick scan of the room let her know.  There was black rubber everywhere.  Chains hung from the back wall and there were whips, ball gags and nipple clamps strategically placed about. 

   Hanging on a rack towards the middle of the room was a black faux leather lingerie set with thigh high black boots with a pinstripe thin stiletto heel. Once changed into the ensemble, Celeste noticed that the photographer had been standing in the far left corner watching her.  Was this his fetish?  Is this why he had not greeted her? Is this why there was no staff for hair and make-up?

   As he unveiled himself from the shadows, it was made clear that he was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and his camera about his neck. 

     “Not only was his a great London photographer, but he is one of the most eccentric that London had to offer,” Donna thought to herself as she wondered if agreeing to these pictures was a mistake.

     “Place the gag in your mouth, grab a whip and step into the light.”

       His tone was unwavering, but his penis was at full attention.  This unnerved Donna a bit, but it also made her lady pond ripple as his London accent danced upon her ears and rippled across her breasts. 

     She followed the instructions given to her and began to pose as he snapped picture after picture after picture.  The bulge beneath his boxers continue to grow and harden, letting Donna know that this fetish theme was based upon his own fetish and nothing more.  But at this moment, she did not care.  Her vagina throbbed like a base drum in a marching band. 

     Something came over Donna and she removed her faux leather panties exposing her salivating goodness to him.  She was beckoning the London artiste to fulfil his fetish inside her.  He placed the camera down and began to take mental pictures of her on all fours on his floor.  Never in his career in London had he tasted the sweetness of a model.  Today was his day to slide his engorged manhood deep inside her as she bore down on the gag and permitted his fetish to play out.

     Donna braced herself as his healthy London bred penis crammed into her ass and not her pulsating vagina.  She wasn’t prepared but she didn’t object.  If only someone was taking a picture of her rocking her ass back onto his London dick like a porn star in a profound fetish flick.  She wanted to scream, but the gag forbade that and before she could get a grasp on the good pain he was inflicting….she felt the whip smack across her ass.