Oh Gods! What nonsense climbs into my head !?

This is Tanya. And that means that everything will be easy, simple, of course, and certainly pleasant. Even when she was in the role of mistress, I was scared, I could not understand what was happening, but I will be honest with myself, I liked it! I liked what was happening, and what was supposed to happen! It frightened to the trembling in the legs, adrenaline splashed into the blood, the fear prevented thinking, but the premonition of the unknown - turned on and stirred up.

The doorbell, very ancient, mechanical, embedded in the middle of the canvas, with broken out letters, “I ask you to turn”, very melodiously, even if deaf, rang, it was necessary for Tanya to fulfill the “request”. And almost immediately we discovered.

Well, I was worried and nervous, of course, completely in vain.

Victor turned out to be an ordinary man, about forty, clearly seeing the gym not only on TV. Slightly shorter than me, trimmed, neat, gray whiskey, hard chin, with a confident firm handshake. And with a comfortable open smile, in which there was neither lust nor boredom. There were interest and impatience.

- Finally! Tanya buzzed my ears, "oh, I have such a model for you, such a model." Come on soon!

- Victor, I have a job ...

- You always have a job! And I have the light!

- Yes Yes. I remember that light is the main thing.

- And if you remember, why are you late?

- Now without three eight. I am not late !!!

- How, how, I dared to doubt the time sense of the magnificent Tatyana! Woe is me!

Under this friendly picking, we went down a long corridor to a large, bright room. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows with a gorgeous view of the patchwork sea of ​​roofs and courtyards. Ceiling molding in tribal style, polished parquet flooring, in some places covered with wide strips of paper. Along the walls there are numerous shelves and narrow cabinets, filled up with rolls and sheets of paper, with or without drawings, with various tubes and paint cans. The walls themselves are white, well ... they were once white, and now almost every empty space is sketched with the same tribal patterns, and “paint”, judging by the texture, served as cigarette ash. Surprisingly, the room did not smell of tobacco, and maybe just tobacco smoke could not kill the rich aroma of paints and solvents.

Piles of multicolored pencils in cups, brushes soaked in cups, a small table with a palette and hot, still steaming coffee in a faceted glass with an openwork silver cup holder. Well and the main thing - easels with works in the most different stages of readiness, but generally on a subject "the naked woman in an interior". Now they were drawn up under the wall farthest from the window, freeing the center of the room under the low wide sofa without side backs.

Showing us the coat hanger, Victor rushed off into the kitchen, making coffee.

- Hey, nice beautiful, but why do you need this thing? - I noticed that Tatiana pulled a thick black phallus out of her bag and was examining it with a cunning squint. Moreover, in a defiant manner, looking at the “sovereign”, then my ass.

- Why? Are you afraid?

- And not worth it?

- Well, no wonder I worked on you these days. It is necessary to check, feel, find out how deep the rabbit mink. - playing with a strap-on like a baton, she came closer and closer to me dancing with easy steps. A mischievous smile never left her lips, and her voice was full of anticipation.

- Now we will grease this handsome, and everything will be just gorgeous. White sofa, black strapon, your tan, my underwear, brilliant lubricant ... Contrast, light, camera flashes, mmm ... These shots will warm me up during the long winter evenings.

- And I? Wouldn't I be warming you up this very evening?

“After Georgie?” Oh, honey, I don't want to upset you, but ...

“Georgie?” "Georgie" !! - in general, I tried to make the horror in a pretended voice. Had tried. Yeah.

- Is he really good? - Coming close to me backing away, Tanya passionately licked a huge, not less than six centimeters in diameter, black head. - Well, ka, slut, open your mouth wider and say "aaaaaa", aunt doctor will look at your neck! - while she already hugged me with his free hand, not allowing me to step back or flee

- So, what is this game? - the voice of Victor, who returned with a soaring teasingly bitter aromatic steam jug of coffee, sounded like the voice of God's salvation. “Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?” Time is it!

- Yes Yes! We are already changing clothes! - twisting out of the Tanya's capture, I hurried to the hanger. True, the word “dressing up” applied to me insofar as, for I should be wearing Adam's costume today as a model. Well, grease and oil for the skin - do not count.

Recklessly sighed heavily, supposedly slipped out, bastard, Tanya returned to her bag. Without any embarrassment, a skirt, blouse, bodice and panties flew there. And the last she took off is clearly showing off. She turned back to us, strongly bent and slowly slowly pulled a thin lace strip of fabric to the ankles.

I still froze with half-cowards, admiring this exquisite spectacle. Yet my woman’s figure is incredibly good. Out of the corner of his gaze he saw that Victor, too, froze, unable to look away from the twisting ass of a beautiful woman.

- Well, what are frozen, eh? And then they will shout “Tanya, faster! Tanya, the light! - and only the indignantly cheerful voice of a woman brought us back to reality.

And then ... then the work began.

Tatiana stopped provoking us and almost instantly created the image of “Mrs.” - collected hair, scarlet collar and corset with matte black rivets, latex gloves to the elbows, stockings in a large mesh, boots with tall hairpins, cold look and contemptuous gothic black lips . And of course - the straps of fasteners and the monstrous black “Georgie” dangling between the thighs.

She looked absolutely stunning. In my naive, wretched fantasies and fears, I could not even half reproduce all the grim brutal sexuality that the image of a woman breathed with. At the same time, unlike the evening, when she dragged me by the hair into the BDSM studio, now she just played and portrayed, “including” the image “to the full” only at the moments when Viktor was photographing. In the process of staging the stage, she managed to joke on me, tease the artist, share plans for the weekend (we happen to go to the theater) and generally maintain a completely a-sexy, working atmosphere. I, as soon as I undressed, was a little tense - yet not every day I was photographed naked, and even with a strap-on in the ass, but by the third photo I relaxed and even got involved in Tannin's chatter, telling a couple of hochmas about the topic of conversation. Despite the fact that the photos were extremely frank and open, I did not feel the excitement at all.

It was a job, just an interesting unusual job with interesting bright people.

One image was replaced by another. Victor tried different forms, trying to find the most open and sensual. We started with the classics - I am on my elbows-knees, Tanya is behind me. Habitually, conveniently, it has been repeatedly worked out, both in the medical center and in a cozy bed.

The next series of shots at first also seemed quite ordinary - I lay on my back and raised my legs so that my knees were at the shoulders. Tanya pulled wide leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, connecting them with a short chain with a ring on a collar, fixing widely spread legs and hands at the head and completely opening access to the anus. But as soon as my beautiful captive began to pull up the chain that was quietly ringing in the steel rings of the bracelets and the collar, I felt how I was captured by the bright, crystal clear feeling of complete defenselessness.Another moment - and I will not have the opportunity to break out, stop the game, I’ll be completely in the grip of a woman standing above me with a six-centimeter phallus almost elbow-length.

Consciously flew ...