Chapter Eight - Photo Shoot - Christian's home office

I watch Brandy retreat. By telling her to prepare herself, she knows that 'anything goes'… there aren't really aren't any significant hard limits in her contract. Her anticipation will be building.

I open the playroom door. In the soft glow of the play room lighting, Brandy is kneeling by the door, hands flat on her thighs, head bowed. She still wears the slip dress, as I hadn't instructed her to remove it yet.

I step up behind her and command, "Stand up!"

She obeys instantly, assuming the standing submissive pose: eyes down cast, hands now clasped behind her.

I run my fingers from her temples down her jaw, down her throat and separating my hands to run them over the thin fabric which covers her breasts. I hear her breathing quicken in my ear, in response to my touch. I feel her nipples pebble under my palms. I kneel on one knee, placing my hands on her ankles and slowly stand up and as I do my hands trace her calves, knees, thighs carrying the dress with them to her waist and her rib cage.

"Lift your arms." I whisper.

She complies and I work the dress over her head. Her curvaceous body is naked… and breathtaking. I fold the dress and place it on top of the museum chest. I note her robe is on the peg by the door.

"Stand facing the end of the table." Once she does, I collect the hemp rope I'll need and slip the emergency safety shears into my back pocket. I reposition her just so.

I show her the rope and tell her I'm going to do the Karada Kikkou tie variation, which yields octagonal 'turtle shell' patterns in the rope. I find the middle of the rope and make a loop. I start behind her neck and then pass the rope on both sides of her neck and a second knot, making sure there's plenty of slack. It's vitally important that there's never pressure on her throat. From there the loose rope runs down her body with five overhand knots that determine the size of the shapes, before passing the rope between her legs and tying to the loop where I started behind her neck.

I proceed with the pattern. I direct her to turn around and lift her arms as needed. The arms and / or legs may be tied also but that is for another day. The first octagon openings loosely frame her breasts. I check each hitch to be sure I can get my fingers under it, so it's not too tight. It is time consuming to get right but I was taught the technique by a Japanese Master. This is a test of my skills and I will not accept anything less than best. As visually appealing as it is, it's not just about looks. I control the position of the lowest knot so it presses on her clitoris. Every woman is different so there is an element of uncertainty but I use all my knowledge to guide me. The knot provides a hard point she can use to apply pressure as she pleases.

Brandy looks stunning in it. I should take a picture or two. She's been standing stressed for some time. I check that she's Okay and instruct her "Sit on the sofa"… the antique Chesterfield sofa I had reupholstered in red leather.

I get my Stitz tripod from the play room closet and set it up. I take my Bronica 2x3 film portrait camera out of the cupboard and set it up on the tripod. From the ceiling grid, I pull down a pair of mounted Godox studio lights. All my planning is coming together.

"Brandy, stand there again" I tell her as I adjust the camera.

When I turn back, I discover Brandy bent over the end of the table, legs spread wide, ass in the air, gripping the opposite corners of the table, her body a shameless invitation. She's done this on purpose…

"Oh, you naughty girl!" She's topping from the bottom. She knows there will be punishment. I smack her hard on her butt with the crop. She stifles a little whelp and leaps back up to her designated standing position. The little vixen. I'm going to have to deal with her.

In the meantime, I'm going ahead taking the pictures I had decided on. I was planning to fuck her over the table but I will not cede control to her. I'm the Dom here. She'll just have to wait while I'll think of something else.

I snap a long series of frames with the camera with her posed standing, from various angles.

Sam, my professional photographer, always advised, not to be stingy with film. When looking for that perfect shot there's an element of randomness. Taking lots of frames increases the odds of a 'best shot'. I'm finding it easier to move her than the camera. She really looks quite lovely trussed up like this.

I decide to stretch her body by raising and lifting her arms… just enough so she's on tip-toes. I pull down another section of the grid, deciding to use the wide padded wrist cuffs designed to support a person… It will be much faster than a proper safe knot tie on her wrists. I use a wrist spreader, shoulder width apart so I can see her head and face. I take more frames.

I kiss her mouth hungrily, she kisses me back. I kiss her all over, her shoulder, her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her ass. She's squirming with desire… a desire she's helpless to quench. On a whim I lift her further… one more click… her feet are swinging free, off the floor. Once more I swiftly roam her body with my mouth, then when she can bear it no more, I grip her thighs, lifting her, holding her and plunging into her. She explodes instantly, cumming hard. Reaching up, I release her from the grid and swiftly lay her on the table. Placing her legs on my shoulder, I drill into her… she tightens again… and that pushes me over the edge. "Oh, yesss!" I hiss between my teeth.

She's dazed or possibly asleep… but responsive. I remove the wrist cuffs. I help her roll on her side… her head is down on her arm… her hair is mussed… she looks spectacular. I take another string of photos. She's sleeping peacefully. I begin untying her. She stirs but she's no help at all. With difficulty, I stand her up enough to slip her satin robe on and scooping her into my arms, I carry her to her bedroom where I lay her on the bed and pull the duvet over her.

I return the play room… I'm still naked… and pull my favorite jeans on commando. I pack up the camera, replacing the film to send out to a discreet service. I return to her bedroom with her dress, which I place quietly over the arm of her chair. She hasn't moved, I stand beside her bed for just a moment, listening to the reassurance of her even breathing.

I take the rope with me when I close the playroom, so I can remove the knots at my leisure.

I take a long hot shower, put on my P.J. pants and sit down at my piano and begin to play…