
I knew how you craved to be watched, seen at your weakest most vulnerable moments. So I told you I was having a photographer coming over tonight to take your pictures not giving you any details other than to be clean shaven and kneeling when I got home. As I turned the key I stepped inside with our guest to see you ready. No introductions, I opened my hand for you to take it. I guided you down to our playroom as he followed. His compliments of your beauty had you blushing. I showed him around the room as he got his gear ready, advising him of the best place to stand and observe, document. I could smell your sex from across the room as I turned to you. “Why are you not laying down?” an expected assumption.
You climb up quickly as I walk over and locked you down to the St. Andrews Cross. I ran my fingers over your skin to watch you wiggle before going to the wall of floggers. I found the perfect one as I slowly drug the thin leather straps along your thighs and breasts. They stiffened just as quickly as the glaze gathered on your folds. He moved around us taking pictures as you kept your eyes on me. “Good girl.” You knew the punishment would be worse if your gaze wandered. I few quick strikes nibbled at your left breast and a few on your inner thighs. “Warming up I hope.” a smirk given as I snapped my wrist harder. “Who do you belong to?” I whimpered “You Sir and only You.” I smiled as you confirmed and stopped the strikes. Letting the leather lightly trail over your skin again as I start to move around you as well.
The anticipation had your hips bucking as I teased you with light strikes with a random snap and bite of my real strength. Your cries had the photographer tense up a few times only to be quickly ensured of your consensual need for this. “More sir, mark me, show him you are my Master.” “Such a good girl for me.” I painted red stripes and bruises on your flesh and the flash continued to pop around us. Then knowing just how to finish I stood between your parted legs and addressed your soaked little cunt. Every strike had you reeling and begging for more. “Let me cum for you sir, let my cum show him how badly I need this!” I strung you out a bit longer to display my control as well as your willpower. “Cum now!” A final strike, brutally strong cracking over your swollen pussy as your squirted on the command hard. I breathy “Holy fuck” came from his as I saw him adjust himself. You lay there exhausted as I thanked him for participating while unshackling you.
As I scooped you up in my strong arms and carried you upstairs clinging to me, we kissed and he captured the remaining images of our deep love for each other. I walked him to the door and you pushed it closed before I carried you upstairs to bath and bed. “You were beautiful tonight my love. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, as he did.” Soft warm laughter at the idea of what he was thinking on his drive home. “Yes Sir you are so good to me.” Kisses as I hold you gently while starting your bath. I wash you, dry you, carry you to bed and tuck you in with warm blankets against my body. You drift off to sleep where you belong.









