The Reluctant Dominatrix
Chapter 5: Photographs
Addison steps back so she can observe Meredith in her pose, and then she gets her camera out.
"There, now look fierce," says Addison, as she smiles and raises the camera.
Meredith does her best to try to look domineering. Or, as much as she can while she's being stared down like this.
"Now, imagine yourself using that whip. Imagine yourself threatening to prolong your subject's punishment…" Addison directs in a casual tone, as if she were not directly speaking about dark and kinky fantasies.
Meredith closes her eyes and tries to picture her past encounters. Before now, she had once been more domineering. She was a notorious top during her undergraduate years, seducing many men over the course of an evening.
Back in the day, she'd have them at her feet, observing her demands.
She tries to exude this energy for the photographs.
"There, yes," says Addison, ripping her from her facade.
At Addison's praise though, Meredith melts and blushes, and then she apologizes and they have to start over.
"Let's try another approach. What are your fantasies, Meredith?" Addison asks her, as she sets the camera down.
"Well, umm-" Meredith stumbles. Her pupils go wide, and the redhead stalks over to her in a predatory manner, and she's humiliated to think that her current greatest fantasies involve Addison herself, having her way with her. Taking her own toys, and working them over her. Punishing her. Praising her. Rewarding her.
"Would it help if I tell you some of mine?" Addison says in a low voice.
"Yes…" Meredith breathes, hardly above a whisper.
"I like to have complete control over my lovers," says Addison, her voice becoming gravelly. "At their own request, of course. I like to pin them down, make them feel incredible. Make them scream," says Addison. "For starters," she smirks.
Meredith gulps, and tries not to moan audibly at the imagery of Addison holding her up, Addison touching her, Addison inflicting pleasure and pain like there's no tomorrow.
"Right, for starters," Meredith giggles.
"And now you again," Addison brushes Meredith's hair from her face. "Tell me more about what you think about in that pretty little lead of yours," Addison whispers.
Meredith flushes at the compliment, and preens at Addison's touch. She could sit here all day and just be happy with Addison smiling at her affectionately.
Oh no, but she can't tell her that!
"I like to use these toys," Meredith shrugs.
"I figured," says Addison with a chuckle.
Meredith burns at Addison's smirk, and she tries to figure out a coherent reply.
"And I like to tease them-" she gets out.
"Classic," Addison smiles.
"Can you tell me more about you then?" Meredith finally blurts out, hoping to shift some of the attention away from herself.
"I like to tie my lovers up, if I can," Addison says, still staring into Meredith's eyes. "I like to touch them as I like, with my hands, with my mouth if they're good," says Addison.
Meredith gulps as Addison said that last one.
"I like to bite them, mark them. I am intense, and I teach discipline," Addison continues.
At the thought of Addison biting her, Meredith audibly moans because she can't help herself, and then she covers her mouth with both hands to stop herself.
"Are you enjoying this photoshoot Meredith?" Addison asks her.
"Of course," says Meredith. She doesn't want to offend her date, after all.
"It seems as though as much as you're dressed up as a domme, that you seem to most enjoy being given orders," Addison says smugly, as she observes Meredith's gasping reaction.
"No matter," Addison continues. "I could find that even more interesting…" she smiles wickedly.
"So you want to take more photos of me?" Meredith squeaks.
"Yes," says Addison, setting up the camera again. "Only this time, you'll do as I say… And in the end…" Addison pauses.
"In the end…?" Meredith asks her.
"In the end, I think I'll have a lovely collection, if you don't mind me keeping a few originals," Addison smiles.
Meredith's jaw drops to the floor, as Addison begins setting out the next outfit she'd like to have Meredith wear, as she imagines Addison touching up the proofs of her, under a reading light, and then placing them in a memory book, or a scrapbook.
***** END OF CHAPTER 5