The Photoshoot (Part 9 Posted 11/19)(COMPLETE)

[Darky]

It’s a great story. And yet I found the last chapter the least you wrote. It felt a bit rushed but that’s my personal opinion about the last chapter. Further I love the story and wonder where it goes, but also where it goes when Ash had paid her debts

Yeah sorry about that. This part I had to rewrite multiple times, so I was just kind of trying to get it out in a reasonable time.

Aah, that explains. I wasn’t used to this with your writings. So keep up the good job!

[Bucket]

Thanks Jastes!

Now that there are a couple of established chapters, I will read very soon. Looking forward to it!

[jastes22]

We looked at each other for a moment, the realization that we were alone hitting us both at once like a train.

“Wait—”

“Take them off.”

He shouldn’t haven’t been able to order me. I should’ve just stood up, even if I was topless, and just walked out. He had no power over me.

Right?

Instead, I felt my fingers scraping against my bare waist, hooking themselves into the waistband of my panties and slowly sliding them down my hips. With the angle I was at, each inch took effort to slide them further and further down. The longer it took, the more panicked I became. What was I doing? I could feel the entirety of my crack and pussy come into view, barely guarded by my closed legs.

I had just gone tanning with Lia a few days ago, and my darker suntanned skin contrasted sharply with my pale bikini line, yet another reminder of my current situation.

Finally, they reached my knees, and I was able to slowly slide them off with my legs. I raised my legs above my waist. For a moment, the nude-colored panties hung by my toes, dangling over my body like a limp flag. I grimaced at the thought that I probably looked like some sort of stripper, removing her last piece of clothing with her toes while laying on a platform.

The panties fell to the table, tipping over to the side and onto the ground. My breathing grew ragged at the feeling of being completely naked on the table with my hands still over my head. I was still confident in my body, but being naked in such an awkward position was infinitely different than wearing a bikini at the pool party in front of your friends.

I wondered what Drew was thinking. Did he ever imagine in his wildest dreams that he would be in a position to not only see his crush naked, but also be able to order her around and take pictures?

“Wait,” Drew said. “Hold that pose.”

I froze, my legs and feet still in the air and my pussy completely exposed.

He walked over and snapped a few pictures from the side. I drew in a sharp breath as he walked over to my open legs and snapped a few pictures of my gaping pussy. My privates were completely on display, immortalized in his camera. I distantly wondered what it would take for me to bargain with Drew to get rid of all of his pictures of me throughout the night. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if there was a price he would accept to delete the pictures

He walked around me. Examining every inch of my body. Occasionally, he would stop to take a picture. The higher platform brought my body closer to eye level, making for a much more intimate picture. The worst though was when he would touch me to rearrange something or reposition a part of my body. Always gently and never forcefully, but each time was a reminder of how powerless I was.

Eventually, he got back to my legs, and I squirmed at the feeling of being so exposed to him. “Sit up and bring your knees up to your chest.”

I breathed out, but only a little bit. My quads were throbbing from holding up my legs. The flowers that had been placed in my hair fell onto the table as I sat up. I felt awkward, trying to get from my lying position into a sitting position in front of him. I brought my knees up, whimpering with how the position exposed the entirety of my past and even stretched my lips slightly.

“Put your hands on your knees. It’ll cover your breasts and highlight your pussy,” Drew said.

I flinched at how casually he talked about my womanly parts. Before this I was his friend, but now I was just his subject.

“Fantastic,” Drew said as I brought my arms up to my knees. He took a few quick pictures, closeups of my pussy, I was sure. Distantly, I wondered how all of these pictures actually fitted into the theme of “Nature and Beauty”, and how much of this was just Drew capitalizing on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“Can you…” Drew started, but stopped.

He didn’t think I could do it. Whatever he was going to ask, he thought it would be too much. I clenched my jaw. No way was I going to admit that I was terrified. I was going to have to do whatever he asked for my own dignity.

I could see him thinking about it, whatever it was. He had gotten this far, so why not?

“Slide your finger into your pussy.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me.”

I flinched at the steel in his voice. He wasn’t budging. I had no choice.

I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Absurdly using the insane rationale I had just considered, for the sake of my dignity, as proof of my resilience, I guided my index finger to my pussy to do the most undignified thing a woman could do in front of a male.

I wasn’t turned on, but I couldn’t deny that simply being naked in front of a boy was enough to make me wet, and my finger slid inside me without much resistance. I moaned in reluctant pleasure, my eyes nearly closing, but I could see Drew behind his camera capturing every moment.

“Keep your eyes open,” Drew said, his eyes fixed on me. “Bite your bottom lip.”

I nearly snapped at him not for demanding more humiliation, but for interrupting the waves of ecstasy washing over me. I forced my eyes open and bit my lip. In some rational part of my mind, I cringed at how slutty I imagined that I looked. I swallowed big gulps of air in between moans and groans, my finger swirling rapidly inside me.

I was nearly there. The dam was breaking, I was going to—

Hands gently pulled my fingers away from my pussy, and I groaned, nearly falling back on my back again. I was breathing hard and my finger was slick with wetness. I couldn’t tell if the light chill on my skin was from the sweat or the rain.

“Not yet,” Drew said. “I know you want to, but not yet.” He looked at me curiously.

“I wasn’t…” I blushed. Was I really that easy to read? Was I that desperate for relief? My brain was so confused. What was happening to me? All I knew was that I wanted to plunge my fingers back inside me, even if Drew witnessed every humiliating moment of it.

“Get on all fours,” Drew said. “And put your head on the table.”

I pulled my arm to myself as I sat up and crossed my legs as I sat up, blocking my privates from Drew’s sight briefly. It didn’t last long, though, as I leaned forward and pushed myself up on all fours.

A fresh wave of humiliation washed over me. I was naked! Not only that, but I was allowing a boy with a huge crush on me to have complete access to my body and the ability to boss me around into utterly humiliating poses that I would never dream of doing in front of a human being.

“Head on the table,” Drew reminded me. I whimpered, but laid my head on the ground. The awkward pose forced my bare rear all the way up in the air, and my cheeks threatened to open and reveal its secrets to Drew.

Unfortunately, I was about to not have a choice. “Reach behind you and pull your cheeks apart,” Drew said.

I was quickly becoming numb to my nakedness and the absolute control that Drew had over me, but I hesitated to follow this particular instruction. Forcing me to perform my own exposure felt like its own kind of humiliation.

Drew’s flat palm crashed down on my bare right cheek. It wasn’t hard, but with every inch of my body on overdrive, it stung. I screeched and scrambled to obey. I reached back and spread my cheeks with my fingers.

As I exposed my gaping wide butthole and pussy, a quiet moan escaped my mouth. I held in a sniffle, my rear still smarting from the strike. How could he do that to me? I held my cheeks apart, my head on the ground submissively, for what seemed like an eternity as Drew took pictures. Every inch of me was being explored and documented. With my head on the table, I couldn’t see anything. All I could do was listen to my own ragged breathing and quiet whimpers as Drew’s camera clicked and moved closer or further from me.

“Get up,” Drew said.

I slid off the table, wrapping one arm around my chest and a hand over my pussy. My legs felt like they would buckle underneath me at any moment, and both my rear and my pussy ached from the manipulation from my own fingers.

Drew glanced at me and my arms protecting my privates. For a moment, I thought he would tell me to lower my hands, but he said nothing. Somehow, covering my privates made me feel even more naked, as it was a stark reminder of all the skin I couldn’t cover.

He looked at me, pointedly looking at my face and not the rest of my body, but I could see the erection under his pants.

“What?” I asked when he stayed silent for a moment. I was filled with way too much anxious energy to just stand there without a stitch of clothing on me.

“You okay…to go on?”

With just five words, I suddenly felt ashamed. I hadn’t really considered how he might feel about seeing me like this when I had been pretty rude and dismissive of him over the years.

In a single question, and without any deception or verbal maneuvering, I suddenly felt like I owed Drew everything. Anything to make up for all the years of crap I had given him. Whatever he did to me, I deserved it.

“Y-yes,” I said. It felt like my voice wasn’t my own. What was I doing? “What’s next?”

[Skylar21]

...I suddenly felt ashamed. I hadn’t really considered how he might feel about seeing me like this when I had been pretty rude and dismissive of him over the years.

...I suddenly felt like I owed Drew everything. Anything to make up for all the years of crap I had given him. Whatever I did, I deserved it.

Wow! an amazing turnaround. The story keeps getting better. Ashley has changed her position in the dynamic. The photo shoot should really get interesting now, with Ashley submitting to Drew as she now is.

[Hooked6]

With just five words, I suddenly felt ashamed. I hadn’t really considered how he might feel about seeing me like this when I had been pretty rude and dismissive of him over the years.

In a single question, and without any deception or verbal maneuvering, I suddenly felt like I owed Drew everything. Anything to make up for all the years of crap I had given him. Whatever he did to me, I deserved it.

“Y-yes,” I said. It felt like my voice wasn’t my own. What was I doing? “What’s next?”

The last few paragraphs absolutely captured the tension and brought home her realization that once she answered the question that was hanging in the air, there was no going back. Brilliant! I am so looking forward to seeing what happens next.

Hooked6

[jastes22]

Drew nodded to himself, as if satisfied that I had been broken down into submission.

“Put your hands on your head,” he said.

I didn’t think, I just obeyed. My sweaty hands released themselves from my tits and my pussy, rising to rest on my head. Drew eyes ran up and down my body.

“Spread your legs.”

I took a deep breath, holding back a grimace while I moved my legs further apart. I don’t know why it felt like such a big moment. Drew had literally just documented my most intimate parts, and I had done nothing to stop him. Maybe it was because I had crossed the line from doing something humiliating because I was being coerced—and now I was doing something because I wanted to be humiliated. I deserved it.

“Now…don’t move.”

There was no malice or coercion in his voice, no threat of punishment. But there was definitely a change in his voice. A calmer, more commanding tone. An authoritative tone.

He was in control. And he knew it.

I was dripping like a faucet, my nipples had been erect for so long they were starting to ache, and my heart was racing as Drew stepped around me slowly, taking pictures of everything. Closeups, far shots, angle shots, you name it. I would have no secrets from him after this.

“What can I do?” I asked. I didn’t want to sound like I was desperate for humiliation, but my mind was running too fast for me to just stand there.

At that moment, Drew’s phone buzzed. He glanced down at it, squinting at the message. He looked confused, and then looked up at me.

“What? What is it?

“Lia said she had some toys for you to try if you’re up for it.”

He wasn’t making any sense. “Toys?”

“She says there’s a collar in her room.”

I blushed. “A collar? I don’t—”

“You’re putting it on, Ash,” Drew said. I flinched, but simply lowered my head.

“One second. Don’t go anywhere.” He disappeared up the stairs.

I swallowed, shifting my weight onto one foot and then the other. A collar? Me? That felt so…wrong.

He was taking a long time. Where was—

My clothes! The sudden realization was like a shock of cold water. Where were my clothes? Had Lia taken them? I scanned the floor for my panties, but I couldn’t see anything. Had Drew picked it up? Was I really stranded here without a stitch of clothing? My stomach started to twist in knots. I had left my phone, keys, and wallet by the front door, but I didn’t dare move from my spot to check on them.

Drew came around a corner, holding a black leather collar with a small silver ring attached to it. “Pull your hair up.”

My fingers fumbled with my hair, pulling it up over my neck. Drew stepped by me, wrapping the collar around my neck. I shuddered at the sensation of feeling his warm skin near mine.

The collar *clicked*, and Drew pulled it taut. It was very snug, almost uncomfortably so, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Drew looked at me, waiting to see if I would object or freak out, but I said nothing.

He pulled out a long black leash and attached it to the back of the collar, giving it a firm tug to make sure it was on properly. I squeaked at the sudden force, and my hands came out for balance. I stepped back, nearly crashing into Drew, who caught me by the shoulder and another hand on my collarbone, dangerously close to my chest. My tits were pressed against his chest, and I heard him take in a sharp breath.

I blushed at the feeling of Drew touching me. I wasn’t scared that Drew would do anything, but I also wasn’t oblivious to the fact that a lot of fantasies were running through his mind right now, some more vanilla than others.

“Sorry,” Drew said, helping me up before pulling his arm back.

“It’s fine,” I said, pulling my arms back into my body. My hand reached up reflexively readjust the collar before I caught myself and thought better of it.

“H-how many more?” I asked. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take with the pressure building up in my crotch.

“I have some ideas, but first I’m going to walk you.”

“Walk…me? Like a…”

“Like a dog, yes,” Drew said. “Is that a problem?”

“N-no,” I said. No disobedience. I deserved this.

He stepped up behind me and grabbed the leash. “Get on all fours, and start crawling.”

I fell onto my knees and started crawling, my tits swinging beneath me with each motion. I whimpered at the sensation of my cheeks opening and exposing myself. Even though he had already thoroughly photographed those parts of me, it was still embarrassing.

“Get moving,” Drew said.

Lia’s home was set up in a wonky circle, so one could go around and around without stopping. Drew kept a tight hold of the leash, dictating my pace as he tok pictures.

“There’s just something…missing..” Drew said to himself.

I didn’t say anything. There was a pause, and I held my breath.

His hand crashed down on my butt. I screeched and nearly fell down, but I kept shuffling forward as Drew continued his onslaught.

“Sorry, Ash, but I think a reddened butt would look good with your position.”

With my butt directly in front of him, he was leaning down and spanking from an upward angle rather than a downward angle had I been laying down or over his lap. The result was loud, painful slaps on my bare rear, and I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks as each strike stung more and more. I lost count around smack fifteen, but the pain continued to increase relentlessly.

We continued around the circle a few times. He would pause every once in a while to take pictures, but the slaps to my poor rear were constant.

We stopped, and I collapsed on the floor. I wouldn’t be able to sit for days with my sore butt.

Drew pulled on the leash, forcing me to stand. “We’re not done yet. But first…

There was a sound of something like a jacket being zippered up, but not quite. More than the sound, I feltI felt my wrists come together, pulled together by something plastic.

My breath hitched at the feeling of my wrists being zip-tied together. My breath quickened.

“Get moving,” Drew said.

I groaned as he continued his onslaught. While I was glad to be off my knees, being on my feet while being bound and collared seemed more intimate, which only served to embarrass me more.

I kept trying to walk faster, out of his reach, but he would simply pull on the leash and keep me from escaping his onslaught of smacks on my bare rear.

With each smack, my pussy lips grew wetter and wetter, and soon it was a challenge to simply walk. I lost track of how many laps we had done. How long would Drew make me do this.

Finally, we finished a lap and Drew snipped my zip-ties with a pair of scissors

“On the ground,” Drew said without dropping the leash. “Sit on your knees and spread your thighs.”

I gasped, sucking in air and forcing myself to focus as I fell to my knees in front of him. It was absolutely humiliating, but after being spanked and degraded, my defenses were already broken. No choice but to obey. I rested my sore butt on my feet and spread my thighs so my widened, overly-stimulated clit was front and center.

“Get off on yourself,” Drew said. As if to accentuate his words, he brough his camera up to his eyes. He was going to document every moment of this.

I knew this was coming. It was destined to happen. And I deserved every moment of it. I reached down with my finger, but hesitated. Instead I looked up at Drew, waiting for him to tell me when to start.

He stopped, looking at me on the floor with legs spread and fingers poised over my pussy for a long, painful moment.

“Drew?” I asked.

He blinked. “Sorry. You can start now.”

I blushed. What had happened that I had to wait for permission to literally finger myself in front of him? It had all happened so fast. How had I lost so much power in so little time?

My finger slid inside. Unlike the first time, on the table, my pussy was slicker than ice, and I inserted a second finger easily. My pace quickened, and a second hand rose to squeeze and fondle my tits. My eyes grew blurry, and I could barely make out Drew’s image, but he was undoubtedly watching—and documenting—every moment of this.

I moaned, a deep, pleasurable moan and collapsed on the floor as cum squirted out of my pussy like a broken spigot, dripping on the wooden floor and covering my thighs with stickiness. I closed my eyes as Drew stood over me, camera in hand, documenting every moment of my lustful, slutty shame. I tried to muster up the feeling to care, to at least cover myself, but there was nothing.

My mind descended into a blissful fog as he finished photographing me on the floor. I was barely aware as he leaned down and placed a gentle hand on my inner thigh. I could feel his fingers on the sticky cum that clung to my skin.

“Fantastic, Ash. Really.” He took a deep breath. “We should do this again sometime, maybe with a few more toys.”

Then he asked me what I feared. “Would you like that?”

I could barely breathe. My chest was tightening, my stomach was twisting in terrible knots, and my mind was still recovering from the bliss of my orgasm. While the squirting had stopped, my pussy was still dripping with liquid, forming a little pool by my legs.

I couldn’t say it. I shouldn’t say it.

“Yes.”

[rrh62]

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[Bucket]

I knew it'd be a good idea to wait a little bit longer for an extra chapter or two! So nice to have an entire story to read from beginning to end!

Thanks Jastes. Will likely read later this week.

Btw, you ever think about writing a sequel to Maid for a Night? It's such an astonishing story, and Taylor is such an extremely submissive, fun protagonist.

Would love more if you're thinking about it.

[Bucket]

Also, I appreciate your description of a squirting female orgasm. Unfortunately, great many other talented authors (not all), seem strangely oblivious to that subject

Agree wholeheartedly! It's so much fun. (I haven't read this story yet, but couldn't help but notice your comment haha)

[jastes22]

I knew it'd be a good idea to wait a little bit longer for an extra chapter or two! So nice to have an entire story to read from beginning to end!

Thanks Jastes. Will likely read later this week.

Btw, you ever think about writing a sequel to Maid for a Night? It's such an astonishing story, and Taylor is such an extremely submissive, fun protagonist.

Would love more if you're thinking about it.

Thank you! I can’t make any promises, but I do have an idea for a short sequel to MFAN. Again, no promises, but maybe.