Housewife's Awakening
(MF, F+/F, wife, reluctant, humiliation, spanking, toys, exhibition,
interracial)
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Chapter Nine - The Photo Shoot
By WF and CG
Stephanie and Brett arrived at the photo studio and found the SUV parked out
front. "Looks like Amber and Aunt Debbie beat us here. Now remember, that you
had better play along with us tonight or else your little secret will be
revealed to all the world." Stephanie warned as she got out of the car.
"I just have to play it cool. The girls will be going home in a few days and
then all will go back to normal. Until then I have to keep them happy so that
no one finds out about..." he said to himself.
Brett startled from his thoughts looked up in absolute horror as Stephanie
opened the front door to the photo studio.
"Y-Y-You! What is he doing here?" A horrified Brett gasped.
"Oh silly, you remember Rachel, don't you? It was his ass you were fucking just
a couple of days ago, after all." Stephanie mocked as she held his arm so he
couldn't turn tail and run out of the studio. "Turns out she...I mean, he is
one of the best photographer's in the area and has graciously agreed to help
your wife out with your birthday present. Now remember that you are to obey
Rachel tonight like your life depends on it. Well, actually, it kind of does,
now doesn't it? "
"I can't believe she is actually here. What if Debbie finds out? What if
Rachel reveals what happened? This would absolutely kill Debbie. What should I
do?" Brett feverishly questioned himself while he tried to regain his composure
unable to tear his eyes away from the she-male.
"Where are the girls at Rachel?" Stephanie inquired.
"Amber took your lovely aunt backstage to start changing into her first outfit.
Follow me Stephanie and I will take you to them." Rachel said before turning to
the petrified Brett. "You, sit in that chair and wait for us. The photo
session will begin in a few minutes after your beautiful wife has a chance to
get prepared. She has a killer figure and I can't wait to shoot her." Rachel
said as she gently stroked Brett's cheek, ignoring his obvious horror as he
shrank away from the transvestite's fingers.
"Now, I want you to tell her how absolutely stunning she is when she comes out.
The poor thing is terribly nervous and self-conscious. First night nerves you
know, and you WILL shower her with compliments and show your appreciation for
what she is doing for you." Rachel added. Brett nodded dumbly as he remained
slumped in his chair.
At that Rachel escorted Stephanie backstage where a very nervous Debbie stood,
still in her teenage outfit and overblown bimbo look, bewildered by what was
happening and the number of people milling around her. As Debbie nervously
looked at Rachel there was something out of the ordinary about the photographer
which Debbie couldn't quite put her finger on. Of course, by now she had learnt
to keep her tongue, it wasn't worth the wrath of Stephanie or Amber, better to
keep mute and remain in the background. Debbie watched as Rachel immediately
began going through the clothing that they brought, and nodded her approval,
especially at the lingerie choices that Amber made for her. Like all the
clothing selected for her, the colors were lurid, the cut was skimpy, designed
to show her off...
"Let's select something for you," Rachel said to Debbie as she selected a number
of dresses and held them against the visibly agitated woman.
"That one is not quite right...let's try this...a bit better but still. Aaah
yes, the classic black. Perfect!" Rachel said to Debbie who noticed how short
the dress was. She couldn't wear anything like that in front of Brett and all
these strangers. But it got worse; Rachel held a sliver of cloth. She was
being asked to wear a thong! Eyes wide, she would have protested but Amber
started to pull her top off. Debbie was being prepared.
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The next few minutes were a blur. Amber whispered in her ear a mixture of
threats should she be 'naughty' with dire warnings of the consequences. In
front of her, Rachel complimented Debbie on her beauty. At any other time, she
really ought to be flattered.
Debbie knew that the girls were playing their cruel version of hard cop soft
cop. What made it worse for her was that she was aware of what the girls were
doing but helpless to control her almost pavlovian response to her niece's
treatment of her.
Debbie wanted to say something but she was worried about what would happen if
she should say something out of turn. She was increasingly nervous at what was
about to happen and of course she was aware of the terrible grip her nieces had
on her. She had been trained to remain still as she was dressed...she had no
choice...she was treated like a child's toy to be dressed as others saw fit...a
doll to be dressed...a flesh doll.
The slim black thong had been slipped onto her so that she was aware of it
cupping her high mound but revealing her ass cheeks. A black satin bra held her
breasts; it wasn't designed for comfort but to emphasize her figure. The cups
were under wired and lifted and pressed her big breasts into greater prominence
than normal. The dresses' plunging neckline revealed twin curves of bulging
breast flesh and a deep cleavage...the hemline barely fell beneath her crotch
and no matter how much unconscious tugging at the hemline, the dress didn't
lengthen at all. It still fell barely below her crotch and ass cheeks. She
knew that it required only a small movement on her part to reveal her female
intimacy. Her legs were bare, shapely calves and firm thighs on show. She had
the now familiar, uncomfortable 'on tip toe' stance arising from being shod in
high heels - this time, black platform sandals, the mind bending soles at least
some three inches high and the heels correspondingly high - it felt like she was
walking on mini-stilts.
As Debbie again unconsciously tugged at the hem of the black micro-mini dress,
she was unaware of Amber's eyes on her. The young woman looked at her beautiful
aunt's every nervous twitch and tremble, trying to gauge her mood. Amber knew
that Debbie had had a very long day, beginning with a training session, then
being dressed in her pseudo-teenage outfit and the visit to the beauty parlor
for the application of her blonde bimbo look. This session would warp her
aunt's psyche close to the breaking point and now, being dressed in her
revealing ensemble and being prepared to be photographed in front of others, was
making Debbie more nervous. Debbie looked like a filly about to break into
flight. Amber could see that clearly.
Debbie was extremely nervous about what was about to happen. Rachel, next to
her tried to reassure her that everything would turn out wonderfully. However,
Debbie was so worried that she was visibly shaking. Noting her apprehension,
Rachel turned to one of her helpers and nodded. The helper returned with a glass
containing a liquid.
Debbie stood there nervously licking her glossy pink lips, her legs felt weak as
she contemplated what was being asked of her. Amber moved next to her as
someone handed Rachel a glass, which contained a pink liquid.
"Here sweetheart, drink this, it will help with those nerves of yours. There is
nothing to be afraid of sweetie. Look through those drapes over there and you
will see your husband waiting to watch you get your picture taken for him. You
can talk with him throughout the session and we will run everything by him first
so you know that you have his approval in all that you do." Rachel said in her
most reassuring voice.
Debbie took the cocktail and looked at it warily. Amber leaned over and
whispered in her ear, "Look auntie slut, its time to get busy. You're wasting
this photographer's valuable time. Now quite being so fucking stupid and drink
up. Or do we have to go and tell your husband what a whore he married? And of
course you'll be punished for your insolence as well. Your choice!"
At this Debbie dipped her head as Rachel held the glass and lifted it to her
mouth. Slowly she sipped on the upturned glass until it was all gone. The
liquid didn't taste too bad as she drained the last drop.
"Did you put the tablets in?" Stephanie whispered to Rachel as Debbie finished
her cocktail.
"But of course. In about 10 minutes she will start feeling the effects of the
roofie, then the other drugs will start kicking in and our shy little housewife
will be doing some things she'll deeply regret but will be highly profitable for
us." Rachel replied with a soft giggle.
After Debbie finished her cocktail Amber finished working on her clothing and
repairing her make-up, while Rachel's helpers busied themselves with setting up
the camera, the lighting, the placement of a sofa, and some props.
Meanwhile, Brett, now frozen to his seat, felt beads of sweat on his forehead,
he was terrified that the transvestite or his nieces would let on what happened.
He couldn't let Debbie find out. It would ruin his entire life. While he sat
waiting for the upcoming proceedings he resolved to himself to do whatever it
took to keep his dreaded secret safe. And besides the deep guilt there was the
physical fear of what Stephanie or Amber would do to him.
Brett felt a lump come to his throat as he saw Debbie being led by Stephanie and
Amber through the charcoal colored drapes hanging as the backdrop behind a large
sofa. In a sense she was more beautiful than ever as she came towards him
nervously tugging at the hem of her astonishingly short dress as she
unconsciously tried to cover the expanse of white thigh she was displaying. He
was amazed at how her blonde hair had been transformed into a soft platinum halo
surrounding her head and drifting onto her shoulders. Her features were heavily
made up. The figure that only weeks ago she was embarrassed to show, was now
not only on display, but she seemed to be flaunting her luscious body. Brett
looked on with amazement that this glamorous creature was once his conservative
wife...it was hard to believe the transformation. Brett was also aware that to
go with all his other worries he knew that Debbie now would be attracting looks
from other men like bees to honey. With that realization came a deep twinge of
jealousy.
"Wow! You look incredible sweetness." Brett nervously offered as Debbie
carefully made her way over to her husband. She was having a very hard time
keeping her balance in the staggering 7-inch platform heels.
Catching Stephanie's warning glance Brett hastily added, "I can't believe what a
lucky man I am to be married to such an incredible beauty who wants to do this
to please me."
"So you want me to...to...pose with sexy clothes on for you? You won't get mad
at me?" Debbie timidly asked her husband. Normally, Brett would go into a
jealous sulk at the just the thought of his precious little wife showing more
skin that what was proper. But like Debbie, Brett was discovering that what he
felt or did was no longer his choice.
Brett's answer further surprised Debbie. "You should be proud of your beauty.
And I don't mind that you share your beauty with others. You really should show
off more often. You look so incredibly great tonight and your new hair color is
fantastic."
Debbie blushed as she soaked in her husband's compliments. "Maybe he is
interested in me after all?" Debbie thought to herself. . Maybe things could
get back to the way they were before. A few weeks ago she had been a common or
garden wife, a boring and uneventful life...but her need for a brief illicit
excitement had led to her falling into the clutches of her perverted nieces.
Stephanie and Amber both were tightly holding her forearms, ostensibly to
support her but really emphasizing their control over her.
"Uncle Brett, tell Rachel what kind of photographs you want of your wife for
your birthday." Stephanie said loud enough for all to hear embarrassing both
Brett and Debbie, but that was her intent.
"Yes, what kind of pictures do you want me to take?" Rachel interjected already
knowing the answer.
Brett sat in his chair for a moment contemplating his answer. He looked to one
of the many mirrors that lined the walls of Rachel's studio and then back at
Rachel before replying. "I would absolutely love some sexy pictures of my
beautiful wife."
Debbie hearing this timidly blushed. She wasn't used to her husband being so
blunt and to be honest, she didn't know what he meant by sexy. And there was
something else, his voice sounded strange as if the vowels were being stretched.
There was something else happening as she felt her skin begin to slightly tingle
and her heart rate begin to increase.
Seeing Debbie's discomfort, Rachel furthered Debbie's embarrassment by adding,
"Do you mean really sexy pictures, or just glamour shots?"
Knowing what was expected of him, Brett reluctantly replied, "Sexy, definitely
sexy shots. The sexier the better." He couldn't help hating himself for
putting his normally conservative wife on the spot like this, but he couldn't
give Rachel the excuse she needed to expose him. This was going to be so hard
on his wonderful wife, but he didn't have a choice.
"Great, now that we all know what tonight is about let's make some magic!"
Rachel enthusiastically declared. "Let's get started." With this the stage
crew went to the set, adjusting the baffle boards and switching on the stage
lights so the center of the set was bathed with a harsh light. The surrounding
lights were dimmed so the rest of the set seemed to be in twilight. Debbie
still felt Amber's firm grip as she was led to the center of the set. Although
her heart rate increased as she found herself in the pool of light, the
butterflies in her stomach seemed to recede...they were there but there was
something else. The set lights meant she couldn't see beyond the sets immediate
confines, comforting in one way...but discomforting in that she knew there were
others, including Brett, looking in.
In the twilight Brett sat back in his chair as Stephanie slid into the seat next
to him. Amber remained on stage to help pose Debbie and Rachel climbed behind
her cameras that were placed on series of large tripods. One was a photo camera
and hidden rather well to the side was a video camera that would capture all the
action planned for the hot little housewife.
Brett didn't know that 2-way mirrors surrounded the entire room. Rachel's
helpers had started five different video cameras, one behind each of the
mirrored walls, and one that captured the action from the ceiling. Whatever
happened tonight would be captured on film forever. Stephanie, Amber and Rachel
had big plans for the naive couple.
Brett watched Debbie in her very short black dress taking her initial pose on a
barstool. The dress plunged down the middle exposing a generous amount of
cleavage. Her big breasts were quivering with each small movement and the hem
of her dress threatened to ride up and reveal more than her curvaceous legs.
Brett couldn't get over the transformation of his wife. Her new hair color, her
new makeup, and the sexy clothes that she was wearing all were having quite an
effect on him.
As for Debbie, she still felt butterflies in her stomach but at the same time
oddly detached. The set lights blinded her and seemed to be moving. That
couldn't be so, thought Debbie as she was leaned back and used the stool for
support. She brought her hand back to her head and tried to wipe away the weird
sensations assailing her.
"Great shot. Hold that pose." It was Rachel barking out an instruction to her.
Debbie heard the click of a camera and film being wound, at the same time there
was a brief flash of light. In the back of her mind, Debbie realized that a
photograph had been taken.
The photo shoot had begun.
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Debbie was aware of being the center of attention. Instructions were being
barked by Rachel, every now and again Amber would emerge from the shadows
surrounding the pool of light enveloping her, directing her to hold various
postures.
"...That's it. Hold that position...Remember to look at the camera..." Rachel
would bark out as she directed the camera lens towards the blonde haired woman.
Debbie, her mind may have been awhirl, but she remembered what Stephanie and
Amber had taught her. 'I must o-obey...I am being t-trained and enslaved for my
mistresses pleasure...I am a slave...I must obey..." And with those thoughts
erupting, Rachel began shooting. They did several shots. Words seemed to
assail Debbie. Amber threatening, while Rachel complimented her while telling
her to expose more and more of her body.
Debbie nervously looked over to her husband for approval. Seeing this,
Stephanie whispered in Brett's ear. Amber threatened Debbie, now Stephanie
threatened Brett.
"You look so hot sweetness! I can't believe you love me enough to do this for
me. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Seeing you like this has really turned me
on." Brett said as Stephanie instructed.
Debbie blushed again. "Did Brett just say I was turning him on in front of all
these people? Wow, he must really like the slutty look. I would never had
guessed that about him."
Next were some shots with Debbie in short skirts and low cut blouses to expose
her upper breasts. When Rachel wanted to expose even more leg, so as to show
all of Debbie's sheer stockings and the straps of her garter belt, Debbie
blushed, protesting. Deep down, part of her realized that photographs of her
increasingly lurid poses were revealing even more of her lush body. It was only
the instinct to obey inculcated within her by Stephanie and Amber, and the
cocktail of drugs dampening all sense of propriety which enabled her to perform
in front of the shooting crew, Brett, Stephanie, Amber and Rachel. But even
this combination was unable to prevent the sense of disquiet rising within her.
Rachel kept a close eye on Debbie and when she saw her star begin to hesitate
she halted the shoot and looked over at Brett.
"Sweetness, please, please, for me? You look so incredibly sexy and beautiful.
I want to record this moment with pictures. Please continue, for me?" Brett
begged his wife when he really wanted to pick her up and whisk her away from
this place.
Amber gave Debbie another cocktail to calm her nerves. They all waited a few
more minutes so that the potent mixture of ecstasy, hypnotic drugs and alcohol
that Debbie had been given would have a chance to do it's magic.
Stephanie whispered in Brett's ear again prompting him to provide further
encouragement. "Come on sweetness, you are so beautiful. Don't be afraid to
share that gift with us. You have such a hot body and should be proud of
yourself. I have seen the way other guys look at you. Be proud of your
sexuality. These photos are going to be so incredible. Please sweetness, be
sexy for me."
Debbie noticed a more seedy tone to Brett's words. But the compliments were
going to her head along with the cocktail's effects. "Whoa. What's going on
with me? I guess I just can't hold my alcohol anymore. Whoa...I feel really
buzzed. My husband wants me to be sexy for him. I guess I can try, I mean, as
long as he wants it."
The girls could tell that Debbie was definitely more relaxed and they resumed
shooting.
Rachel instructed Amber to pose Debbie more suggestively.
"Did you hear that?" Amber asked Debbie who was standing rather unsteadily.
Debbie looked at Amber; her niece seemed to be moving in and out. Amber's voice
seemed to be echoing again. When Amber took her and posed her, she scarcely
protested as she showed her lovely stocking clad legs up to her sheer panties.
Then Rachel said it was time to do some lingerie shots. Amber firmly gripped
Debbie's slim forearm as she led her aunt behind the shooting stage so that she
could dress her bemused aunt again.
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When Debbie reemerged it was again after another confusing episode. She was
aware of Amber once again treating her as a doll to be dressed...dressed in
erotic lingerie and revealing ultra feminine clothing. Somehow, she found
herself wearing a sheer camisole top, sheer lacy half-slip with her nylon
panties visible, still with black silk stockings and garter belt. On her feet
she wore black stilettos with teetering 5-inch heels. Amber once again held her
forearm as her heels were clicking on the hard floor. She was guided past her
husband, stopping for a moment to be displayed to him, to taunt him. The part
of her that was still even partially aware blushed as she stood there in front
of her husband, who was sitting along with her niece, right in front of the
stage.
Stephanie elbowed Brett in the ribcage causing a sharp shooting sensation to
overtake him. Knowing full well what she wanted, Brett once again encouraged
his wife to trust Rachel and let herself go. But internally Brett was in
turmoil. "I can't believe that Debbie is actually doing this. What would the
neighbors think if they saw her like this? I can't let this go on much longer.
But how do I stop this? What can I do? I have to think of something."
Debbie hearing her husband's words of encouragement mixed with the dizzying
sensations now flooding her curvaceous body seemed to be encouraging her to
follow Rachel's guidance as she was led to an ornate chaise lounge which had
replaced the stool. The ornate wooden legs and heavy grey brocade looked
inviting to Debbie. The substantial piece of furniture was lit up by bright
lights and centered on the stage.
Brett looked on as his wife was being posed in her lingerie, she was looking
incredibly sexy, and even though Brett didn't want to become aroused, he
couldn't help it. He saw something other than his conservative wife, he saw a
beautiful blonde haired woman with too much make-up and too little clothes. He,
and even more galling, the crew and everyone else on the set, were gazing at her
with undisguised lust.
Stephanie watched the mixture of horror and desire on Brett's face. Leaning
over she placed her hand on her uncle's crotch and gently squeezed. "My, my,
looks like you really like watching your wife act the slut. Don't you my little
panty bitch?"
Brett lowered his eyes in shame. He couldn't believe that he was helping
degrade his own wife. But what he really couldn't believe is how agreeable and
willing his wife had become. What was happening? I shouldn't be enjoying this,
but then why is my cock so hard? Mind awhirl, he watched as Debbie paraded
herself in front of everyone.
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Debbie was leaning on the heavy piece of furniture. To her side stood Amber,
who was brushing her hair before carefully arranging the blonde strands.
Debbie, her slim arms remained ramrod straight as she stared at the camera's
cold, unblinking eye. Amber would disappear and Rachel would snap commands and
encouragement. Urging her to think of the camera as a lover, cajoling and
encouraging her to expose more of her body.
Debbie was aware that she was on some form of slippery slope, already she had
discovered the power photographs could have over her. After all, hadn't this
journey of submission begun with the photographs Stephanie and Amber used to
blackmail her? What if these increasingly embarrassing photographs fell into
the hands of her two nieces? Brett said that they were for him, but what if
they were not? Debbie was becoming uneasy with each passing second, but she
couldn't think straight.
Her attention was drawn to her niece who again was at her side. She was posing
her. There was another flash. Amber took her leg and moved it so that her knee
was resting on thick brocade. Debbie was aware that she had maneuvered so that
her legs were spread.
"That's it baby. Hold it."
FLASH. Rachel had taken another photograph. And Debbie was looking over her
shoulder at the camera. From the angle of the lens she realized that is was
pointing at the juncture of her thighs. The hollow feeling at this knowledge
grew worse, as Amber re-appeared.
"Still," Amber snapped at Debbie as if she was a pet dog being trained. And in
a sense Debbie was a pet, a pet of her niece...being groomed and trained for a
life of slavery. Debbie watched as Amber moved her half-slip and lowered the
camisole slightly to expose more of her breasts.
FLASH...FLASH
Debbie was blinded for a split second. As the camera continued to fire and
photograph her increasingly revealing poses. Her head was dizzy with the
constant flashing, and what she imagined was the effects of alcohol. The girls
knew that what Debbie had consumed was far more potent than a simple alcoholic
cocktail...and they were going to take every advantage of Debbie's confused
state. They managed to make their beautiful relative look incredibly erotic as
they posed her with her legs spread, her camisole lowered slightly, beginning to
expose her breasts, and soon pictures of her with her slip pulled above her
waist, the sheer panties failing to hide her swollen cunt lips.
Next they dressed Debbie in some pink lingerie, a half-slip and panties and
camisole. The high-heeled stiletto's also matched Debbie's new pink artificial
nails.
Debbie looked around and saw the chaise lounge, shadowy figures of the crew and
Brett beyond the circle of blinding light as Amber maneuvered her into a new
pose. This time
Amber intended that Debbie should take the next step in her debasement. She had
Debbie support herself on the chaise lounge by having her extend her creamy
white right leg and kneeling on her left. This had the effect of revealing part
of her thighs and the outline of her plump cunt.
Rachel looked at the shapely housewife. The previous photographs were okay, but
now came the money shots.
"Okay, Debbie, sweetheart, I want you to lift up the camisole and offer your
magnificent breasts to the camera." Rachel said as she upped the stakes.
Maybe it was because the cocktail of drugs she had imbued earlier, maybe it was
because she was being asked, but Debbie was unsure of herself and looked into
the darkness enveloping the bright set looked to Brett for guidance.
"Sweetness, please, please, trust Rachel. She is a professional and just wants
to help you do something that will be beautiful and erotic." Brett said in an
effort to comfort his now shaking wife. "I really want you to continue. I will
treasure these pictures for ever."
Rachel looking at her watch and noted that it had now been about 20 minutes
since Debbie had ingested her drug laced cocktail. She ordered one of her
assistants to get Debbie another cocktail to help loosen her up further.
"Sweetheart, take a break for a second. Drink this up, it will help you relax
and allow your inner sensuality to come through for the camera." Rachel said as
the naive and bemused housewife drank from the proffered glass.
As Debbie drank the cocktail down, she detachedly realized that she was starting
to feel really good, kind of like, floating on a cloud. Her pulse was rising as
she could feel her concern about revealing herself to the cold, unblinking eye
of the camera...and to the audience of photo-shoot crew begin to recede as it
was subsumed by the cocktail.
"Brett, it is up to you. If you want me to continue, I will." Debbie asked her
husband. Her voice seemed strange, echoing as she felt the room become warmer.
Sitting on the couch with Stephanie's arm draped over his shoulder as a constant
reminder of his predicament he replied, "Y-y-yes...these will be great shots and
you should trust Rachel to guide you." Brett said nervously.
"There you are. Now sweetie, climb back on the chaise lounge and let's get
going." Rachel ordered noting that Debbie was again wearing that dazed and
detached look as the drug cocktail took hold of the hyper-curvaceous housewife.
Debbie watched as Amber approached her, still kneeling on the heavy piece of
furniture. She watched dumbly as first her camisole top was removed, revealing
her big creamy skinned melons for everyone to see, even in her drugged state,
even after the slave training sessions and the humiliations she had endured,
Debbie's first instinct was to draw her arm across the firm mounds. Amber
ignored this act of her aunt to hide a few square inches of her luscious body.
The willowy young woman was intent on forcing her aunt into revealing more.
Ignoring the whimpered complaint, Amber casually removed Debbie's half slip
before nonchalantly whisking off the sexy panties.
Debbie was now naked on the set. Amber briefly tidied the blonde hair before
telling her aunt to again look into the eye of the camera. From the black
depths outside the pool of light, Brett stared at the site of his beautiful
wife. She was normally so reserved and timid, and here she was naked, being
photographed. He stared at Debbie and saw her creamy white body, accented with
pink fingernails, pink lip gloss and pink high heels. The memory of his wife
was being replaced by the image of a slut, of a blonde pneumatic bimbo. It
seemed impossible but Debbie was staring at the camera, her arm that she held
across her chest was now resting across the chaise lounge back so that her
breasts were released to sway beneath her like twin, creamy melons. This action
brought a series of rapid bright flashes as Rachel took a series of shots. These
shots were great thought Rachel, the slut had a really hot body and the
photographs would be destined for the big titty market.
Debbie was at the epicenter of the flashing lights. Deep down she knew that the
photographs that were being taken were pushing her beyond a new threshold. The
strange woman who was holding the heavy camera was moving around her, issuing
clipped commands.
"That's it...lower your waist. Great...great...you've got such a lovely ass..."
FLASH...FLASH
"Don't get shy on me now. Keep looking at the lens. It's important we see your
face. That's it. Tip your head back and imagine you're with your hot lover..."
FLASH...FLASH
"Keep your arms straight and rest..."
Leaning forward so that she rested on all fours. Her big breasts swaying gently
beneath her, Debbie found herself slipping into the drugged dream...leaving
behind the knowledge that the revealing poses she was striking were being
photographed.
FLASH...FLASH
"Kneel and spread your thighs..."
FLASH...FLASH
Debbie stayed in her dreamlike state, as she was aware that the person with the
echoing voice moved behind her and was pointing the camera at the juncture of
her thighs.
"Great, but wider..."
Debbie followed the instruction, as she slid her knees so parting her thighs,
the long thin heels of her pink stilettos were meshed together up and behind her
as the plump lips of her vagina came into greater prominence. There was another
instruction. Debbie dipped her slim waist as she presented the round
hemispheres of her lush bottom. She was made to tilt her head back as if she
was in the throes of passion as her cunt was luridly displayed by her pose.
She thought she heard the word beautiful, as she was again the center of a
flurry of bright flashes and the sound of film being wound on. Then she was
dimly aware of following further instructions.
Lying down with the same pose. Cushions under her hips so it seemed natural
that the high mound of her vagina was exposed as she spread her thighs so far
that the heels of her shoes crossed behind her.
Rolling onto her side. Delicately pinching her nipples with her long new nail
extensions. She worked on her hard nipple as her big breast melon lolled onto
its twin.
FLASH...FLASH
"That's it. Play with your breast. Don't hold back. Yeah that's it play with
both of them, you love it don't you...."
FLASH...FLASH...FLASH...FLASH
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Amber covered Debbie in a wrap. Although the effect of the drug she had
consumed had started to lose its potency, Debbie still had a bewildered look on
her beautiful face. Her features were still flushed with what Amber knew to be
unrequited desire. The masochistic streak she and Stephanie had discovered in
their aunt and had been busy cultivating was really kicking in. If they wanted
to they could have let the session go on with Debbie playing with herself in
some form of masturbatory fantasy. But that would have to wait for another time
for they had something very special lined up for goody-two-shoes aunt Deborah.
"These pictures are going to be so great!" Rachel said watching Amber cover the
platinum blonde's curvaceous body with the wrap housecoat housecoat, the garment
barely went below the housewife's crotch. And it was edged with wild pink boa
feathers. How apt Rachel thought, Debbie's cosmetics were a mixture of wild
colors with pink predominant.
"The photographs will go well. But will she be okay for the next set?" Rachel
asked herself quizzically. She was concerned that the spell that the blonde
haired woman was under might lift and she would recover her complete senses.
This was the last thing Rachel wanted. The crew and the next set were a large
financial commitment. The photographs already would be profitable, but how
would Debbie react to what she would be expected to do next? Stephanie and
Amber had assured her that Debbie would participate in the next set. Rachel was
unsure, you could never tell with amateurs.
Rachel had her/his mind on other matters. Then there was the delicious Brett...
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Stephanie had looked at her uncle and noticed the bulge in his pants as his wife
cavorted nakedly on the chaise lounge. This part of her plan was working. He
saw Debbie as a sex object, like she wanted all men who looked on Debbie's
beauty.
"Is your little penis getting hard watching your wife display herself so lewdly?
Do you want to fuck her? Do you want to get your useless little prick out and
play with it? Well, you can't, because your cock belongs to me."
Brett couldn't believe what he had seen his wife do this evening. And the
belittling he was enduring from his niece. He was deeply ashamed, but he
couldn't remember the last time he was so turned on. "Mistress Stephanie, can I
please, please, please, take my cock out, which you own, and play with it?"
"Not yet you stupid little shit! But if you keep behaving so well, I will let
you play with your tiny penis before the photo shoot is over." Stephanie replied
with a knowing smile.
Brett swallowed as he felt Stephanie's hand rest on his crotch. Brett nervously
looked from side to side to see if anyone was paying attention, but he and
Stephanie were hidden in the dark soup created by the set lights focussing on
his wife. He was at Stephanie's mercy and his cock responded by becoming even
more firm. "Please Mistress! Please let your slave boy play with your cock,
please, please!" Brett begged as his hard on pressed painfully into his pants
as Stephanie's hand pressed down on him.
Noting to herself that her uncle had remembered that his cock now belonged to
her, she allowed a small smile to escape her lips before answering him. "Not
yet, keep it in your pants you worthless ass-fucking wimp."
Groaning with wimpish frustration Brett heard the click of high heels. His
attention suddenly shifted. Debbie and Amber were approaching! He wanted to
jump up but Stephanie held him down. Panic started to rise in him. What if he
was discovered like this? He would leap up but Stephanie threatened to change
her grip to one where she could tear his cock off my its roots. His only solace
was that Stephanie had thrown his jacket over his lap so her manipulations were
hidden from view.
His eyes switched nervously from Stephanie to the apparition that his wife had
become. Eyes swiveling up from the lovely legs whose stance was enhanced by the
pink high-heeled stilettos to briefly fix on the curvy white thighs whose
juncture was just concealed by the gaudy wrap. A large amount of bulging
cleavage was shown at the housecoat's deep V as Debbie's breasts liquidly swayed
with each faltering step.
"She's quite a whore, isn't she...," Stephanie whispered into his ear as he was
unable to tear his gaze from Debbie. The whispered words resonated in his mind
as Debbie stood in front of him. She seemed to be swaying slightly and he
thought the only thing that kept her from toppling was Amber's arm, which
encircled his wife's tiny waist. Little did he know that that was the last
thing on Amber's mind. The cruel young woman was taking another opportunity of
exercising her dominance over Debbie, not allowing her aunt one moment's respite
from being pawed or ogled at....whispering reminders that she was being
enslaved...being trained. Being reminded that even her 'loving' husband wanted
to use her.
And as if to emphasize this Amber had Debbie stand in front of her husband as
she continued to painfully drive her point home.
"Hi. Wasn't she just fantastic!" Amber said as she drew Debbie to her. "Once
you got going, there was no stopping you. Was there auntie," Amber said
squeezing Debbie to her side, treating her aunt like a child. Whispering loudly
so that everyone could hear. "Tell Uncle Brett you're real hot stuff."
Debbie hesitated for a moment before she managed to stutter the required
response. Then Stephanie nudged Brett. "Tell Debbs how sexy she was," said
Stephanie as she encircled his shoulders with one arm and moved her free hand
beneath the cloth still obscuring the view of what she was doing to his
imprisoned cock.
"Yeah. Yes, you were really hot," Brett gulped before stiffening as he felt
Stephanie's hand squeeze him.
Debbie stood there rather unsteadily, Amber's grip not some friendly support but
a means of emphasizing her control and another opportunity for her to bring her
aunt's voluptuous body to press against her own. Amber was using Debbie, and as
far as Debbie could surmise Brett was as evil as her two nieces were. She saw a
side of him never exposed before...
Brett was thinking along the same lines as he stared at Debbie. The way she was
dressed...or more accurately undressed. And her obvious excitement as she posed
and pranced in front of the camera. One part of him dreaded the resultant
photographs, but another part of him wanted to see the pictures of Debbie in her
revealing poses.
Stephanie looked on the little tableau being played out in front of her. She
could see the new tensions being raised between Brett and Debbie. And the
strain on their relationship was very evident. Stephanie wanted to destroy
their marriage...wanted to ruin Debbie and what Debbie represented in every way
possible. And now the next stage of her long plan was about to be executed.
Leaning over she ruffled her uncle's hair. "Birthday boy thought you so amazing
he wants you to act with a friend of his in a scene from his favorite movie.
Isn't that right, birthday boy?" A nervous Brett nodded. Debbie, bewildered by
this new turn of events listened as Stephanie outlined what was planned for her.
"Brett wants you to re-enact a scene from his favorite movie, Blue Velvet."
"In the event that you don't know. The movie is about how a club singer has a
relationship, a very close relationship with a gangster."
"W-What do you mean by close?" Debbie managed to stutter. Amber slipped her arm
around her aunt's slim waist and drew her close whispered in her ear. Debbie's
face slowly registered what was being asked of her.
"Oh no, I just can't." Brett heard Debbie say just before Amber responded.
"Oh yes you will," Amber said as she squeezed Debbie. Brett was bewildered not
just by the turn of events but seeing Amber with his wife. It was as if Amber
was coming onto Debbie, and Debbie's response was just as incomprehensible as
his own feelings. His wife just stood still as Amber seemed to come onto her.
What seemed to be happening couldn't be, Brett thought as he saw Amber point
Debbie towards the door of the dressing room before propelling her forward by
pushing her luscious backside.
"Off you go. Let's get you ready for the next set."
Debbie hesitated for a second before walking with a series of clicks as her high
heels struck the floor. She looked over her shoulder...but not at Brett, but at
Amber; unconsciously acknowledging her life would be centered around the strong
who now dominated her and not the weak, her husband who seemed to now
participate in her degradation.
Brett looked at her shapely legs as she walked towards the dressing room
wondering what was in store for him, his wife and their disintegrating marriage.
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Rachel then instructed her assistants to ready the set for the finale.
Meanwhile, Stephanie ordered Brett to stand up and drop his pants. He eagerly
complied, thinking that he might finally get the long needed relief that he had
been so desperately craving.
"I am going to take off your cock ring for now, but if you disappoint me, you
will be in it for the next month with no exceptions. Do I make myself clear?"
The tone of her voice scared Brett. There was something about this girl that
made Brett feel very uneasy.
"Yes, Mistress Stephanie. I understand." He timidly replied.
"Good, now if you are a good little slave boy, you will get to play with your
puny penis. But if not..." Stephanie paused before adding, "Now pull your pants
and panties back up and sit here like a good slave boy and get ready to tell
your wife how much you want her to follow our directions."
Brett should have surmised from Stephanie's comment that something terrible was
about to happen, but all he could think about at this point was how much his
cock hurt and how badly he needed to orgasm.
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The set was transformed to that of a nightclub. There was a single stage in
front with a standing microphone. A single couch was placed behind the stage in
the back. Due to the heavy lighting on the stage, the couch was nearly lost in
the shadows behind.
Brett was wondering what the girls had in store for Debbie this time, but before
he could complete his line of thought he was struck by the sight of Stephanie
guiding a very large black man to the couch behind the stage.
He was impeccably dressed in a skin-tight black shirt, green sports jacket, and
black slacks. Brett was taken aback by the man's size. He must have been 6 ft.
5 or more. He was a very handsome man with a linebacker's build. His head was
shaven bald glistening in the bright lights and he sported an imposing full
goatee.
"Uncle Brett, I want you to meet Malcolm. Malcolm, this our lovely housewife's
husband." Stephanie said as she introduced the two gentlemen.
"Glad to meet you Brett. I have to tell you that I've been watching the shoot
and I am very excited to get to work with your beautiful wife." Malcolm said,
his voice having a very deep timbre.
Astonished by the sudden turn of events, Brett didn't know how to reply so he
just stood dumbfounded at the hulking figure towering over him before Malcolm
went to seat himself on the set.
Darkness enveloped Brett and Stephanie. Taking advantage, Stephanie grabbed
Brett violently by the balls. Stephanie warned him about all he had to lose;
his job, his family, his marriage, and his cock if he dared cross her now. "You
will encourage your poor wife and allow her to experience a real man for once in
her life. It will be her choice, she can choose you or him, but you must
reassure her, or else! If you are a good slave boy, then I just might let you
play with my penis some. Now, when Debbie comes out I want you to do the
following..."
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Debbie emerged from the changing room. Although the effects of the drugs had
diminished, Amber had harangued, humiliated and warned her. Her niece had once
again imposed her will so obliterating what reservations she had. She feared
her niece so terribly much.
Amber clothed her in a beautiful iridescent purple dress. A wispy feather boa
edged the plunging neckline, she was grateful for the cover given by the
overstated edging for she was naked beneath the satin like material. Her large
breasts liquidly bobbed so that her nipples began to shamefully harden from the
stimulation of the smooth material rubbing against her nubbins. The cool air
wafted around her columnar, curvaceous legs and seemed to insinuate between her
thighs reminding her that she was pantyless. The hem was mid thigh, and as she
now came to accept, she had been shod in some form of slut heels - this time
clear platform sandals, four-inch thick soles and commensurate towering heels.
Her gait was a sexily rolling as she walked nervously towards the center of the
set.
Platinum blonde hair and cosmetics repaired, she turned to see her 'co-star'
rise. He was still in the shadow and as he stood up he seemed to tower over
her. Then Debbie saw his face come into the light...
"Eeeeekkkk...Y-Your...african-american," she gasped as she raised a delicate
hand to her glossy lips in shocked reaction.
"No, baby girl," Malcolm said grinning so much that his gold tooth glittered in
the light.
"No, I'm not african-american...."
"...I'm blaaaacccckkkk..."
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..... What will happen to the beautiful Debbie? Will her cruel nieces continue
with their evil destruction of the good which Debbie represented, will they
continue with their ruthless enslavement of her? Or will Brett break the grip of
Stephanie and Amber, rescuing his wife and marriage. What will happen in the
next chapter? Wait and wonder....
To be continued... If you have any story line ideas for future chapters, or
would like to comment on the story please e-mail me at wifefantasy@hotmail.com.
