The Photo Shop Ch. 04

With her hands behind her head her boobs were nicely pushed forward, showing them off even more than before.

"Do you like pain Astrid?"

"Oh yes Master I like pain very much."

"What kind of pain do you like Astrid?"

"I like floggings all over my body, I also like certain insertions; I don't like needles though."

"I can see that Astrid you have no piercings or tattoos."

"No Master I would not allow anybody to do that to me."

"You are absolutely right about that Astrid, I prefer a woman's skin unblemished and unpierced, and you have beautiful skin."

"Thank you Master."

I touched her stomach with my hand.

"So soft and yet so firm."

Moving my hand up, I gently cupped one of her breasts enticing a little sigh from Astrid.

With my thumb and index finger I gently took her already erect nipple and started to pinch it, very lightly at first but then harder and harder.

When I had the nipple squeezed as hard as I could, I gave it a little twist resulting in a squeal and a pained face.

When I released it her smile came back, she had clearly enjoyed that.

So I moved to the other breast and repeated the procedure again resulting in a cry of pain followed by a smile when I released it.

I was in totally uncharted territory for me, I had never participated in any kind of fetish party. The only experience I had was what I had seen on internet porn sites.

Some of that was really extreme.

I had been to the erotic fair in the Spring and visited the fetish café stand there. They tied up women and suspended them, but I was told by one of the experts that you had to be very careful how you did the tying, so as not to cut the blood flow, which could result in losing an arm or a leg.

Aside from that there was some flogging and paddling going on, so I was slightly familiar with that. Unfortunately I did not have a paddle or a flogger handy so I took it slow and only used my hands.

I moved around Astrid, and standing behind her, I moved my nails from her tit down south towards her feminine parts, making a small circle around her navel then ever so slowly approaching her mons veneris.

Astrid started to moan and couldn't hold still anymore.

"Hold still slut," I barked.

She immediately froze.

I proceeded towards her hooded clit and gave it a slap, while with my other hand I slapped her bottom hard.

Again a squeal of surprise followed by what sounded like a little moan of satisfaction, I guessed, hoped.

After the slap I moved my finger through her slit slowly approaching her vagina, which I felt was warming up and getting slightly moist.

That part I was familiar with and hoped that she would appreciate it if I put a finger inside of her love channel.

When entering, it felt warm and started to get wet, so I proceeded as I would do with any partner not into this fetish stuff, but perhaps a little more aggressively.

Astrid seemed to appreciate it as the moans grew louder.

I had to try to keep it fetishy though, so I told her to bend forward, put her hands on the floor and keep her legs straight.

That way her beautiful bottom was nicely sticking out.

I couldn't resist giving it a serious whack with my hand, enticing a scream from close to the floor and resulting in a nice visible handprint on her left cheek.

To keep it in balance I proceeded to give the right cheek an even harder slap.

"Oh yes Master I like this," Astrid whispered.

That was the best invitation I could get to continue slapping the firm cheeks in front of me, until they went from pink to bright red.

After about ten slaps each, my hand started to hurt, so I finished with a tender caress of her cheeks, as I had seen the masters on the internet and in the fetish café do when they finished punishing their slaves.

High time to find something else to do with Astrid.

Could I venture to ask her to give me a blow job, I wondered.

Well, I had a no, so all I had to do was ask...uh command her to see if I could get a yes.

"Sit on your knees and face me, hands behind your head."

Astrid jumped and knelt before me.

"Unbutton my trousers and take my dick out I barked!"

Astrid quickly complied again looking up at me from her lowly position.

"Did I give you permission to look at me?" I asked.

"No Master."

"Then lower your eyes slave and put your hands behind your head again."

"Now start sucking me and don't use your hands, only your mouth!"

Astrid came forward with her head, stuck her tongue out and started licking the bulbous head of my cock.

"Open up and start sucking slave!"

"Move the foreskin back with your mouth!"

Astrid took the head in her mouth and started sucking, moving my foreskin back with her lips so she could start licking the sensitive underside of my engorged cock with her tongue.

It was clear she had done this before and I even guessed that this was one of her specialties.

"Deeper slut, take me all the way down!"

I guessed she was responding with 'Yes Master' but what came out sounded a bit like "Yea maaaer."

She started to take it in centimeter by centimeter until her lips touched the little pubic hair I had left above my cock.

As I am not that big, it was barely hitting her throat and she did not have any major gagging issues.

She actually was extremely good at this, I never had such a good blow job in my entire life.

After a while I did get a bit bored and wanted to try something else.

She did mention insertions, I wonder how she would react to an insertion into her backdoor.

I needed some lube to do that, ok I wanted her to feel pain but deep down I also wanted for her to have a good time, that was something that had been embedded in my nature from a very early age.

"Astrid do you have a playroom?"

"Yes Master, my bedroom is also my playroom."

"Ok let's proceed there then so you can show me what toys you have and how we can make this session more interesting."

I was in reality looking for all the help I could get to bring this off.

We proceeded to the bedroom which was a bit of a revelation to me.

Not only did Astrid have a large bed in there, but she also showed me the cupboard holding all her toys. She had a nice assortment of whips, floggers, dildos, butt plugs, blindfolds, nipple clamps, gags, binding material of all sorts, handcuffs, and ropes of all colors and lengths.

There were also fixings to attach things, or herself, to the ceiling.

This would be paradise for a fetish master familiar with all the possible games one could play with a slave.

"OK slave, stop and resume the same position with your hands behind your back and face to the door!"

Astrid took up a standing position with her hands behind her lower back in front of the big bed, and facing the door.

I went over the room, opening drawers, especially the ones from the night stand, because that is usually the place where the lube is kept and I was right

But maybe first I should give Astrid a bit of a flogging to warm her up. I took out one of the cat-o-nine-tails floggers without knots at the end as I did not want to mark her skin too much and laid it on the bed.

Facing the door, Astrid couldn't see what I was doing, to keep her in the dark I blindfolded her.

First she was a bit startled, but she quickly relaxed.

"OK slave keep your arms stretched above your head and spread your legs to give me complete access to your body."

"Yes Master."

I took up the flogger and swished it a bit in the air so Astrid could hear and be more or less prepared for what was to come.

I started to make a figure eight with the flogger, a bit like when you make sabayon, getting closer and closer to her skin.

She flinched when I touched her skin the first time with just the tips of the thin leather strips, but then she stood still.

I had started on her back, moving from one side to the other, drawing a figure of 8 on it. After a few minutes it started to pink up. Moving around her, I first came to the left side of her ribcage, 'tickling' with the leather straps under her arms which drew a giggle from her lips.

Moving on to her front I now put all my effort in whipping her tits, making sure I only used the tips of the leather straps as that stings the most. The flicking thongs on her tits and nipples left little red marks all over her tits and forced her nipples to grow and harden.

Directing the flogger lower to her midriff and stomach, I moved around to her back to concentrate on her prominent bottom, with from time to time a slap between the legs straight on her pussy or thighs, which got me a yelp from her lips.

After about ten minutes my arm started to get tired, so putting the flogger down I caressed the mistreated areas, partly to reduce the pain and make sure there was no damage to the skin, and partly for my pleasure.

After that I picked up a riding crop.

Slowly caressing her tit and nipple with the little leather tab at the top, she shivered, fully aware of what was to come next.

Yes, after the caressing, came a slap right on her erect nipple, resulting in a loud yelp followed by a moan.

"Be quiet slut," I barked!

I hit the same nipple a few more times before moving on to its twin.

By now her tits had gone from pink to red, though I avoided getting any deep welts on her soft skin.

The last thing I had laid out was a studded paddle which I picked up now to really warm up her bottom before proceeding to the insertions I had planned for her.

"Bend over slave, keep your legs straight and stick out your bottom, hands behind your neck!"

Astrid complied immediately.

I took my position on her left side and proceeded to give her bottom a good whack with the paddle resulting in a loud scream, clearly that was rather painful for her.

Some red welts from the studs showed up on the wacked cheek.

Proceeding to the other side, I repeated the application, resulting in another scream.

I don't know about her but for me that was enough, as I had no idea how much Astrid could take, and I had some other fun and games in mind.

I told her to remove the blindfold and get up on the bed on all fours, with her face all the way down, to arch her back and then stick out her bottom as far and high as she could.

I moved closer to her and slipped my finger into her pussy, collecting all the juices I could gather, applying them liberally to her starfish.

She immediately understood how I wanted to proceed, and opened her buttocks wider with the help of her hands.

"Very good slave, I want to see where I will be going next: into that dark hole of yours."

I took the tube of lube I had found in the nightstand and squirted a big dollop of the stuff on to the butt plug I had chosen.

I pressed the tip of the butt plug against her sphincter, meeting some serious resistance, despite the fact I thought I had pre-warmed the area with the paddle.

"Relax slave and open your cheeks wider!"

"Yes Master."

I pushed again and the tip went slowly in. Wiggling and turning it I got it in about half way, but progress slowed as we came towards the widest part of the butt plug.

To help her to relax and accommodate it, I started frigging her clit with my other hand; that seemed to get her a bit less tense.

When she started to moan due to the frigging of her blood filled clit I gave her bottom a slap and the butt plug a big push at the same time. It popped in, her ass closing again around the neck.

"So slave how good does that feel?"

"Oh yes Master it feels especially good, though my breasts and bottom are still sore."

"So do you think you are ready to receive the real thing in there?"

"Oh yes Master I am looking forward to feeling your cock inside me."

I slapped her bottom again, pulled out the butt plug slowly and replaced it quickly with the tip of my erect cock, pushing slowly and steadily., She whimpered slightly as I tried to enter her back passage.

I felt that her muscles involuntary clench, trying to push out the intruder, but I persevered and started pushing harder. Slowly but surely I was gaining the battle, when her sphincter gave way and the bulbous head pushed past it, entering the velvety softness of her colon, slowly sliding in deeper and deeper until my cock was buried in her bowels to the hilt. The silky caress of her bowel was juxtaposed with the tight grip of her ring around my shaft when I entered her; it felt exquisite.

I gave her time to adjust to the girth of my fuck iron and after I heard a satisfied moan escaping her lips, I started moving out and then back in again, slowly at first but faster as her breath increased, in a sign of a building orgasm.

"You love this don't you, you little slut?"

"Yes Master I do!"

My orgasm was approaching, encouraged by Astrid's bowel muscles starting to milk my cock as she was getting closer to her own.

I couldn't hold any longer and asked, the gentlemen that I am, if it was OK to come inside her, or if she preferred my cum deposit somewhere else.

"No Master please do come inside me I love the feeling of hot cum squirting into my body."

So I came, I came hard, filling her bowels with a copious amount of cum.

On my hand, still frigging her clit, I felt her squirting orgasm, her muscles contracting around my dick, milking it for all she was worth, extracting the last little drop of cum I had to offer.

My knees getting all weak, I collapsed on her back and so did she on the bed, both of us panting.

We lay there on top of each other for several minutes, both catching our breath before I could muster up the power to roll off her.

We lay there looking at each other as if we saw each other for the first time, coming back to the real world and sort of reverting to our normal selves.

"God Astrid, I could never in my wildest dreams imagine that we would end up the evening like this, you are absolutely amazing."

"Yes Lew, so are you, I never suspected such a sexy adventurous gentleman was hidden inside you. You do need to learn a lot about fetishism though, but I guess these were your first steps along that path. You weren't doing too bad, maybe you should follow the course in the art of BDSM provided by my SM club."

"Astrid I am a willing pupil ready to learn more from you or anyone you can recommend on this subject, although my natural aversion to hurting women will always restrict me a bit."

"I watched some footage on a website called 'Spanking Server', whipping and flogging different parts of the female anatomy, but I also watched some harder stuff on Graias which I thought was seriously over the top."

"Things like body whipping with nettles or even stuffing a pussy with nettles or tabasco or whippings till the skin breaks and blood pours out or even burning the most sensitive female parts with candles or a soldering iron, when I see such stuff my stomach does turns around."

"I can't imagine that a woman could derive any pleasure from that, aside from maybe a handsome payment."

"Well," Astrid said, "You would be surprised what some people experience as pleasure."

"What we really need for the club is ample space where we can practice our skills and enjoy the pleasure/pain experience we all crave."

"Believe it or not Astrid I may surprise you again, as I might have just the place for you guys."

"Have you ever visited my studio?"

"No, I was never invited!"

"Oh dear, Astrid you are absolutely right, but that is because of your image and the absolutely wrong idea I had of you."

"Let me remedy that and show you the premises one of these days, when you have the time. I would take you now but I guess it is a bit too late and it's a working day tomorrow for both of us, so I will leave you so you can have your beauty sleep and be radiant again in your shop...uh excuse me...'boutique' tomorrow bright and early."

Astrid, still completely nude, accompanied me to the door and just before opening it, kissed me full on the mouth with a little flick of her tongue.

"Goodnight Astrid thanks for a wonderful and educational evening."

I stepped into the darkened street, got into my car and drove home.

I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams that this dinner with Astrid would turn into a full-fledged BDSM session with me even taking Astrid anally.

I would have been happy if she would have just accepted sponsoring Linda in her endeavor to become a model. It was a huge bonus to let me get acquainted with the hot adventurous slut she was behind that austere surface.

Sometimes reality surpasses the imagination by far.

No need to say, I slept like a log again that night.