Pictures of Mother Pt. 06

They were seriously pondering that idea when I interjected..."Why, not just send them your unwashed knickers?"

"Ewww!" Was the universal reply.

I don't think they really understood their customers...

Shortly after lunch the bank manager called to say he had visited the printers and was on his way over to see our studio. Mom said he implied that maybe the print shop was too much of a business for a woman to run. That pissed the ladies off and they went to the changing room to get ready for the bank manager's visit.

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Now the next part of the story is not pretty and if any of you are squeamish you may want to skip it.

The bank manger rolled into the driveway in his Jaguar salon car where mom greeted him at the front door. She led him out back, pointed to the studio and told him to go on in and look around while she went back to the house to get her business plan.

When he opened the door Betty and Cindy were waiting for him. Betty was in a black leather corset with lots of metal studs. Her tits were spilling out of the top and she was wearing a black cat mask as a disguise. Her black stockings were perfectly coupled to the corset and she was wearing Cindy's black boots purchased just last week.

Mr Williams Esquire's jaw dropped open as he drank in the scary vision that was Betty. Cindy sprang from behind the door and in a swift movement, shoved a pair of her old panties in his mouth and grabbed his crotch. She twisted his family jewels hard and said to him, in her best German accent, that there would be sever problems for him if he spat out her panties or let them fall to the floor.

He started sweating profusely but bit hard down on her knickers and nodded 'Yes'. Cindy released her grip and told him to strip naked. He quickly undressed while he furtively looked around. I was in a closet with my camera ready.

Cindy was dressed in a black merry-widow girdle with black stockings and pumps. She was wearing a white cat mask and instead of a bra she had clips pinching her nipples that were joined by a silver chain. She unclipped them from her breasts and attached them to the shaking bank manager's testicles. He winced and tears appeared in his eyes.

Again, she warned him not to drop her panties as she pulled him, by his balls, with the chain, over to where Betty stood. He penis was erect and throbbing.

"Don't point that little prick of yours at me!" Betty said.

The she smacked it hard with her gloved hand and it got even harder. This seemed to upset her and she smacked it again with the same result. They both started shouting at him to make his erection go down as they spanked his ass, cock and balls.

This was the point I started to feel sorry for him. I had always known women to be loving nurturing beings full of tenderness and kindness (You know..Sugar and Spice and all things nice.) what I witnessed that day was an eye-opener, for sure.

I don't know if it is the childbirth thing or penis envy or if women are just pissed off by generations of having to put toilet seats down, but I have become aware that there is a part deep inside of the female of the species that really hates us!

I have also come to realize that we owe a huge 'thank-you' to men (I hate to use that term here) like Mr Williams Esq. who offer an avenue for women to vent their hatred. There was no denying Betty and Cindy were enjoying this and that poor SOB could have spat out those panties and put his clothes on at any time, he did not.

Cindy put a dog collar and a leash on him and made him grovel at her feet and lick the sole of her shoe. Betty picked up a riding crop and smacked his ball sack hard with it. They were careful not to mark his body so his wife would become suspicious. Every time his cock got hard they smacked it and shouted at him to make it go away. He was reduced to tears many times as he struggled to make his erection go flaccid.

They kept this up for a full half an hour and I took many incriminating pictures (which we never needed). Then suddenly the women departed and he was left wimpering on the floor. Eventually, he looked around and saw he was alone. He took the panties out of his mouth and stood up. His erection popped right up and he wanked explosively into Cindy's knickers.

He then quickly dressed and went to the house were he approved the loan with very generous terms, on the condition that he be allowed to personally drop by the first Monday of each month to pick up the check. We paid off that loan in less than two years and Mr Williams Esq was promptly at our front door for his punishment... er... payment every month. Sometimes neither Cindy or Betty were available so mom would ask what ever model we had on site to administer the punishment. Not one of them ever declined to humiliate the poor man and apparently not one of them ever disappointed him.

A sad tale... I'm sure there's a moral in it somewhere...damned if I can see it though.

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Mom had put up a few notices in local stores for 'figure models - no experience necessary - good pay'.

If the person who called was female and not averse to modelling underwear they were invited over for an interview and test shoot. The notice had only been up a couple of days when we got our first bite... and what a catch it was.

I was in the studio cleaning my cameras when mom came in. She informed me that a lady called 'Jenny' would be coming over, in a minute, to do a basic test shoot. She was very nervous, so I was to be very nice to her and not go too far (whatever that meant?). Cindy was dressing her and doing her make up and hair, then she would send her over. Mom then said, she and Cindy had to drive to the print shop and would not be back 'till late so I was on my own with her.

I busied myself setting up the lights and had my back to the door when it opened. I turned around to see my prayers had been answered. 'Jenny' was Miss Jennifer Jacobs my geography teacher!

The hours I had spent imagining what her body looked like under those loose fitting hippy clothes she wore with those terrible flat shoes. And here she was in front of me for a photo shoot... There is a god above!

Cindy had done a great job on her hair and make up. She looked stunning, but where Cindy had excelled was in the outfit she had picked for her to wear. It was one of mom's dark dresses, that she had shortened, dark tan, very sheer stockings and black stiletto's. It was the ideal outfit I would dream of her wearing as she paraded up and down in front of the blackboard. I was gob smacked!

So was she, when she saw me she let out a little scream and asked me what I was doing here.

"I'm the photographer." I replied.

"No.. no... no.. I can't do this...you are my student." she said.

Then she started to hyper-ventilate and went weak at the knees. I sat her in a chair and gave her a paper bag to breath into.

She was shaking her head 'No' continuously as she tried to calm down. I went to the tap and got her a glass of water.

"You probably haven't heard yet, but I am not going back to school next semester or ever again." I told her.

She looked a little relieved then said. "No. Don't give up school, (pant...pant) you are a bright young man and... and...(pant) you need an education, (pant...pant) everyone does."

I wanted to tell her about the education I was currently getting! Instead I showed her some of my photos.

"You did these?" She asked obviously impressed.

"Yes." I replied, "and I also shoot, direct and edit movies and I own 50% of this studio and now a print shop."

She was looking at me in a new light, I could tell. She kept looking at the photos then me then my cameras.

"The hell with it." She exclaimed, crumpling up the paper bag. "I need the money, teaching does not pay shit!... How do you want me?"

My penis chubbed up in my shorts.

A few years later there would be a very popular TV show from America called 'Wonder Woman', Miss Jacobs was the spitting image of Linda Carter and thanks to Cindy's make-up job - even sexier. I took the head shots I needed but she was very stiff in front of the camera, so I fixed her a glass of wine and we sat and talked for a while.

I admitted to her, that I used to fantasize about her during class and she blushed a deep red. She knew boys my age like to have such thoughts but she deliberately tried to dress down so as not to distract. She told me she was dating a guy she met in college, but he lived up north and they only managed to get together a couple of times a year. She was in the market for something better but our village had little to offer.

Money was a constant problem for her and her car needed at least a hundred pounds put into it if it was going to pass the MOT inspection due next month. That's why she took this job. (Since this was a test shoot we we not paying her for today, although she did get her hair and make-up done for free.) When she finished her wine I asked if she was ready to continue?

"What's next?" she asked and I explained she would need to take her dress off and let me shoot her in her underwear.

She pushed out her glass and said. "Let's talk some more."

I poured her some more wine and she began to loosen up. She confessed to her own fantasies when in class. Sometimes, when she was just monitoring us while we took our exams, she would let her mind wander and she would daydream...sexually.

I asked her what about? She replied, many things, but one fantasy that she remembered was of being tied up by her students and thinking of what they might do to her as she was restrained. The feeling of being helpless was somehow exciting to her.

Bondage! We had publishers crying out for us to submit bondage stuff and mom just wasn't into it. This would be a perfect match if she would agree.

"Miss Jacobs." I said.

"Call me Jenny... Technically, I work for you now." She interrupted with a smile.

"Well... Jenny. If you want to make some money today, I can offer fifty pounds for an hours worth of light bondage modeling." I told her.

I had to explain what bondage was as she obviously did not follow British politics or read the Sunday Papers!

She quickly drank the glass of wine and I poured her another. "Couldn't make it two hours could you?"

"If you are willing to do costume changes I can do three hours!" I told her and a deal was struck.

I had a bag of mom's laddered stockings which I kept under my bed (just a small fetish of mine, I like to rub my balls with them when I wank, it's not serious perversion, I could stop it at anytime... If I wanted to...), they would be perfect to tie her up with. I ran to get them while she finished her drink. When I came back she was ready to start shooting.

I tied her hands behind her back and she said she had no problem if I put a gag in her mouth. I balled up one of mom's stockings and put it in her mouth then tied another around her head to told it in place. She confirm she was not in any discomfort and I had her lay down on the floor so I could tie her ankles together.

Touching her legs as I bound her caused my dick to chub up again. I could not help myself, once I had her securely tied up, I pulled off her shoe and began tickling her foot. She was very sensitive to that and was soon rolling around the floor exposing her stocking tops and panties. I was in heaven!

She was exhausted from laughing so much and as a result, was more relaxed for the shoot.

Unfortunately not the effect I really wanted. I put her shoe back on then pulled her dress up to her waist, unzipped the back and pulled it off her shoulders enough to expose her white Platex 'cross-your-heart bra'. Not as sexy a bra as the see-through ones we sold, but with her arms behind her back like this, her tits were front and center. Sexy enough!

Now she looked shocked, afraid and pissed-off. Perfect! We were ready to shoot.

For the next hour I photographed her tied to a chair, a desk and one of the support poles holding up the roof. I was a perfect gentleman.

At anytime I could have reached into her bra and pulled out her tits.

I did not!

At anytime, I could have pulled her panties aside and played with her pussy.

I did not!

At anytime, I could have fucked her face.

I did not!

Hell! At anytime, I could have pulled her panties off and fucked her arse.

I did not!

I barely touched her except when necessary to adjust her clothing or position her.

Did I cop a feel? Many times. Sure, whenever I could. I'm not a complete idiot!

This was softcore light bondage, so nothing explicit was to be shown, but it still had to be sexy. That was the challenge and it helped to have such a sexy body to work with. The way her breasts tried to burst out of her bra was sexy. The way her thigh spilled out of her stocking top was sexy. The little curl of pubic hair peeking around her panties...sexy. The crease in the crotch..sexy. There were lots of little things I saw and shot through the eyepiece.

We went up to the changing room and I had her try on different outfits and lingerie. She would not let me watch her undress and she would not wear the transparent stuff. She would come out of the room and model the outfit for me. She seemed to get to pleasure out of showing me her stockings and panties, I don't think she had ever had the opportunity to wear such sexy stuff before and she was enjoying herself immensely. So was I.

After another hour and half of shooting we called it a day and I walked her out to her car. I told her to come back tomorrow and mom would give her a check for a hundred and fifty pounds.

She thanked me and told me to expect her in the morning before lunch.

Then said, "You know when I was tied up like that, you could have done all sorts of naughty things to me? At anytime!"

"Yes, I could have." I replied with a smile feeling proud of myself. "At anytime."

" Yes, you could have. But you didn't." She said, giving me a look that indicated, maybe I should have, then drove off with a wave of her hand.

I shouted, "Next time... please... I will... give me another chance..." but I don't think she heard. I felt like I was back in school and I had just failed a test.

I developed those pictures sobbing real tears.

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When mom and Cindy came back they told me all about their visit to the print shop. The business had plenty of regular publishing contracts which were enough to pay the bills. They did not publish adult material that much but their equipment was certainly capable of producing a quality, glossy 'pocket' magazine or two on top of the regular work.

The two old men that had run the machines for the past 40 years were close to retiring. They recognized mum from her photos and she convinced them to stay on full-time for a while.

More about that later...