As project manager, Tina was always among the first to hear about new clients and the latest acquisition of their company was one that intrigued her greatly, but not for reasons she could share with her colleagues.
Tina led a team of developers at an IT company that made websites, mobile apps, web-shops and even some games. There was always some friendly competition between teams for who got which project. Luckily her team was specialized in web-shops, so she didn’t have to fight hard and reveal how deep her interest went to get this assignment.
Their new client owned a sex-store focused on BDSM toys and they wanted to expand their reach by starting an online store. It was a great idea, for some people purchasing such items through the anonymity of the internet would certainly be easier than going to the store in person.
After meeting with their new client – his name was Michael and he’d given her a quick tour of his store while explaining his business-model – Tina pitched the project to her team and they were all excited to start working on this out-of-the-ordinary deal.
Tina wrote the technical analysis herself and her designer began to work on a design. An out-of-company photographer was hired for product pictures. Those would be taken on a simple white backdrop, but the customer wanted some atmospheric shots as well, some enticing but tasteful pictures to liven up the site. For those she’d have to hire a model willing to showcase some of the items available in the store.
As the work on the project progressed, Tina couldn’t help but wonder, perhaps she could model for those pictures herself? She was an attractive young woman after all and being honest, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like, playing with the many toys Michael had shown her in his store or whenever a new batch of pictures was delivered. She’d always been interested in BDSM, which was why she’d wanted this client for her team.
Days passed, weeks even and the project was nearly reaching its end-stage as her developers worked on the back and front-end of the web-shop. The atmospheric photos were one of the last big items that still needed completing.
Tina had been putting off finding a model for the shoot, perhaps subconsciously forcing herself to take up the task, when it was inevitably too late to find someone.
Eventually, when she knew this would be the last week she’d still have time to find a last-minute model, she pushed aside her nervous hesitation and approached Michael with the idea that she posed for the atmospheric pictures herself.
Her customer was thrilled with the idea and a date was quickly set for a shoot at his store.
Tina arrived at Michaels store nervous but excited. She’d prepared for the photo-shoot at home, she’d done her hair and put on her make-up. She wore a simple dress, knowing that would come off before the first picture was taken, she and her client had agreed that these pictures would be semi-nude. For that purpose she was wearing a sexy set of black lingerie underneath her dress and she’d brought several extra sets for some variety in these pictures.
Michael let her into his store – which was closed on Sunday – as soon as she arrived. He and the photographer had been waiting for her.
Alone in this shop stock-full of sex-toys and BDSM implements, with two men who she’d just met a few weeks ago, Tina’s nervousness shot up. She could feel her heart beating in her chest. Yet she was also excited for what was to come.
“Not too nervous, I hope?” The photographer asked. His name was John.
“Just a little.” Tina replied honestly.
“Do you want a drink?” Michael asked. “To ease the tension?”
Tina shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Let’s get started.” The longer they waited, she thought, the more nervous she’d become.
The men smiled and John got up to get his camera ready. He’d already set up a shooting area with several strategically positioned lights and a dark curtain as a backdrop.
“I thought we could start with some roleplaying outfits.” Michael said. “It might help you ease into it if you don’t have to… you know, strip naked right away.”
Tina blushed. “Strip to my underwear, you mean.” She replied, making sure he remembered what they had agreed upon.
Michael smiled. “Of course. Full-on nudity wouldn’t be appropriate for the website anyway.” He replied, handing her a stack of clothes he’d chosen “I put up a curtain in the back, you can change behind there.”
Tina smiled nervously. His tone might indicate that he lamented the fact there was no reason for fully nude photography, but his courtesy of providing a dressing area and his suggestion to start out with these outfits made her feel comfortable about his intentions.
She put down the costumes on the store’s counter and saw that Michael had chosen four sets: a French maid, a school-girl, a police-officer and a nurse outfit. All of them with too-short skirts and too-revealing tops.
Looking over her shoulder at the two men who were now waiting for her, Tina chose one of the sets at random. The nurse outfit. She’d decided not to use dressing area Michael had provided. If she were to be posing in her underwear later that day, there was no sense in putting it off, she might as well get used to it now. She pulled the zipper down the back of her dress and let it slide down to the floor.
With her back still towards Michael and John, Tina picked up the outfit’s skirt. She could feel the men’s eyes on her back and a chill ran up her spine while she imagined what they though about the lingerie she’d chosen to wear: black lace, her bottom mostly bared for their eyes.
Careful not to get stuck in the fabric with her pointed high heels, Tina pulled up the white skirt. Once it was up around her waist, she wasn’t sure whether she should pull it higher to fit around her hips, or if it was too high already. She was sure the bottom of her backside was already sticking out.
The costume’s top was entirely of white lace and thus mostly see-through. Tina realized with a blush that it was supposed to be worn with nothing underneath and her black bra wouldn’t fit the outfit at all. She could refuse to wear it and ask Michael for a different costume, but before making a fuss she though she might as well try it on and see how much it actually covered. Nervously she unhooked her bra – back still towards the two men – and quickly pulled on the nurse’s top. A white collar secured the top around her neck, but below that it was open down to her belly-button, with a wide slit that was pushed open by the weight of her breasts. What’s worse however was that her breasts and nipples were obviously visible through the lace fabric.
With a blush, Tina turned around, hands covering her chest. “I don’t think this one’s appropriate for the website.” She said.
Michael stared openly at her, John was a bit more professional, he nodded. “We can’t have any visible nipples in the pictures.” He said.
Tina sighed in relief at his agreement
“Wait, I think I forgot something.” Michael said, it had obviously taken a moment for him to be able to say anything. He pulled his eyes away from Tina and searched through some of the items on his shelves before handing her a small box.
Tina accepted the item, only realizing this motion uncovered her breasts when she noticed Michael’s eyes swivel down. With a blush she turned around before opening the box.
Inside was a set of round red circles with a white cross in the center. “Are these stickers?” She asked aloud.
“Yes, to cover the nipples.” Michael replied.
“Ah, that would work.” John chimed in.
Tina blushed. This didn’t feel like what they’d agreed upon, but it seemed like she’d already lost the photographers agreement whether this outfit was appropriate. She hesitated for a moment, it wasn’t like the nurses top was any more revealing than the bra she’d worn before, not if her nipples were covered up. It was a lot more salacious however.
Tina laughed under her breath. Of course it was, what had she expected? Salacious was the point of this shoot, it was what would sell these items. With a blush she pulled the back off the stickers and placed them over her nipples, it was easy to pull aside the wide slit down the front of the costume.
She put on the last item, a nurses cap with matching white-on-red cross and with a blush Tina turned around, ready for the first set of pictures.
John put her through several poses and trained her on her facial expressions as she posed for his camera. Michael just watched, letting the photographer to his work.
Tina’s nervousness slowly faded as she grew more confident and began to enjoy herself. When the first set of pictures was done, John asked for the schoolgirl costume – a tiny plaited skirt, white blouse and matching tie – because he thought this outfit would benefit from her many blushes. By the time she tried out the maid’s outfit those blushes were gone and when she dressed up as a police-officer, she was able to look strict and swing a tiny leather flogger without giggling nervously.
Tina realized with slight surprise at how right the store-owner had been that starting with these outfits would ease her in. While she was taking off the last costume and putting her bra back on – none of the four outfits had left any room for it – Michael collected the next few items.
First was a pair of corsets, one red with black lace and one in leather. Tina was nervous to let the store-owner help tighten the lace, but he remained professional and his hands never wandered or came too close.
For the red corset, she had to change into a set of red lingerie she’d brought – for this she did use the changing area Michael had provided – but other than that, the photo-session went smoothly. Tina couldn’t wait to see what they’d look like, the store had no mirrors and she was dying to know how sexy she looked in them.
After the corsets came three more outfits: A latex dress that hugged her curves so tightly it left nothing to the imagination, a leather dominatrix suit with metal chains and rings that made her feel like a completely different person and lastly something that was comprised mostly of straps and chains of which she had no idea how to put it on without Michael’s explanation.
The store-owner offered to help her put on these items, for they were all difficult to get into but Tina chose to struggle by herself in the tiny dressing area for none of these outfits allowed any underwear underneath.
Yet in front of the camera, Tina felt confident and excited. She was enjoying herself, happy that she’d allowed herself this experience, despite having been so nervous about it at first.
The last item of straps and chains, which somehow covered all the important parts of her body, but made her feel more naked than if she’d worn nothing at all, had been the last piece of clothing on Michael’s list.
When Tina put on her own lingerie again, she was no longer nervous to pose for John’s camera, this felt less exposed than the outfits she’d worn before. Even though her black lace bra and matching panties revealed a lot more skin than most of what she’d worn before.
The next few accessories were more mundane, as far as that goes in a sex-shop, some vibratos and dildos in various sizes. Posing with these wasn’t pretending to use them of course. Tine just held them up, smiling as if she was looking forward to playing with them. There was a lot of giggling involved, especially when she held one up to her face for a kiss.
Next up was the store’s bondage collection. For this Tina did need Michael’s help and so she let him tie up her wrists with leather shackles, blindfold her with a leather mask, put on a collar with a chain that looped down towards the camera and even secure a ball-gag around her head, the big red ball making her drool in front of the camera.
The highlight of these items however was the rope. Tina couldn’t deny her excitement as Gregory tied this around her body, the strands of rope pulled tight across her skin as it crossed her chest, over and around her breasts to form a star. The store-owner’s hands were quick and adept, he’d done this before. Yet while he remained professional while tying her up, more than once Tina could feel the back of his hand as it grazed her breasts, sending a shiver up her spine.
After Michael had freed her and put away the bondage equipment Tina relaxed for a moment, enjoying the fading tingling sensation where the rope had dug into her skin.
“There was one other thing in this collection I wanted to showcase on the site.” Michael said. “Though I’m not sure if you’d be okay with it.”
Tina looked up at the store-owner to see him holding a very small chain with a clamp at each end. She realized with a blush what it was. She’d always wanted to try nipple-clamps, but there was obviously no way to showcase them without completely baring her breasts.
“We can’t really put pictures like that on the website.” The photographer chimed in. Until now John hadn’t said much about the items with which she’d posed, all he did was give instructions or offer encouragement while she posed for his camera.
Michael nodded. “Of course.” He said and he put the item away before Tina could even reply. She realized with a blush, that if John hadn’t said anything, she might’ve agreed to wear them, to pull off her bra and let Michael secure those clamps over her nipples.
She shook her head, trying to get rid of that mental image. It was getting late and there were still a lot of pictures needing to be taken.
Michael still had a large collection of spanking implements: whips, paddles, floggers, riding crops, canes, … This was actually what his store specialized in, so he’d collected a large quantity of them for Tina to pose with.
For these – last – pictures, John did ask Tina to pose as if the items were being used. He had her bending over, grabbing her legs with a flogger resting on her back, it’s many strands cascading down her backside. She stood with her back to the camera, hands on her head with the riding crop tucked between her buttocks, preventing it from falling. She crawled on hands and knees with a cane resting against her hip.
For one of those pictures, Tina stood bent over, one hand holding a wooden paddle up in the air as if she was about to spank her own bottom.
“Wait, I have an idea.” Michael said, interrupting the shoot. “What if we used some make-up, to make it look like your bottom was actually being spanked?”
Tina blushed, yet the idea greatly appealed to her. For each implement she’d posed with, her excitement had grown. “Won’t that look fake?” She asked.
Michael looked at John. “What do you think?” He asked the photographer.
“It could work.” John replied.
The store-owner looked at Tina again. “Did you bring anything we could use?”
Tina licked her lips. She had brought her make-up with her in case she needed to freshen up. She had some blush that should work. Yet she had another idea, one that was too outrageous to be shared, and yet she couldn’t help but suggest it: “I could just smack my bottom with this paddle, that way we can be sure it looks real.”
She blushed at the silence that followed.
“Well, if you’re up for that…” Michael replied.
Tina blushed, paddle still in hand.
She’d always fantasized about being spanked. Closest she’d gotten was with her boyfriend in college, but that trip across his knee hadn’t lasted nearly as long as in her fantasies.
She felt the weight of the paddle in her hand and then smacked her backside.
It didn’t hurt too much, so she did it again, swinging the paddle at her bottom while the two men watched. She squirmed as her buttocks began to sting and a soft pink color emerged.
“Is this enough?” She asked as her whole backside was tingling.
John – who had been able to remain professional and not stare up to right before this moment – pulled away his eyes and focussed on his camera. “It’s too light, the camera isn’t really picking it up.” He replied.
Tina bit her lip, aiming the paddle at her bottom once again. She grunted as the pain spread through her buttocks with each stroke of the paddle. Yet despite the burning sensation in her backside, she could hardly see a difference in color. She could feel the hesitation in her arm, holding back right before the impact of the paddle on her backside.
“Why don’t you let me do it?” Michael suddenly suggested, noticing her struggles.
Tina blushed. No, I can do this, she thought, though she knew Michael was right, her holding back was what prevented the color from truly emerging.
We could still just use some make-up, she thought. But if she were honest with herself, she knew that’s not what she wanted. The hours she’d spent, in front of the camera, dressing up, playing with his toys, culminating in the spanking implements she so often fantasied about, they’d left her hot and bothered, horny as if she’d been edging herself on all day.
She handed Michael the paddle.
“Bend over.” Michael told her.
Tina blushed, bending over, just like she’d done for the pictures John had been taking.
“It should work better if I give you a bit of a warm-up first.” Michael said. “That will really make the color come out.”
Tina blushed when he placed his hand on her bottom. She still wore the lingerie she’d brought, like they’d agreed on, but the thong she wore now did not cover her backside at all and would not protect her from his touch or that of the paddle.
She did not protest against the touch of his hand on her bottom however and thought that if she’d had thought of a warm-up herself, the paddle might’ve hurt less. She would’ve been able to do this herself, though thinking that now only proved it was better to let someone who knows what they are doing take charge. She moaned when Michael’s hand smacked her bottom.
Again and again his hand connected with her backside, reigniting the sting she’d created with the paddle before. Yet Michael did not hold back like she did and her bottom was quickly glowing hot.
“This is already turning a nice shade of pink.” Michael said. “A few swats of the paddle and we should be good.”
Tina grunted, clenching her teeth as the store-owner placed the paddle across her backside.
She howled when the first swat landed firmly across her bottom, the sound echoing through the room.
Tina braced herself as Michael raised the paddle again. She moaned deeply when it landed.
The wooden paddle rained down on her backside, much harder than she could’ve done herself and Tina squealed and squirmed.
Yet as the pain built, so did her arousal, this was what she’d always fantasized about, this lack of control, the pain, the excitement… She’d just never thought it’d be like this, with a man she hardly knew, in his store, with camera’s ready to capture the fresh red color in her backside.
Finally, Michael stopped and Tina’s bottom felt like it was on fire. “Is this better?” Michael asked.
Tina blushed, confused for a moment why this might feel better, until she realized the question was not meant for her.
“Much better.” The photographer replied. “The color comes out great.”
Michael handed Tina the paddle he’d used on her backside. “Thank you.” She replied, not sure whether she meant for the paddle, or the spanking he’d given her.
“You’re welcome.” The store-owner replied.
“In position, please.” John told her.
Tina blushed and bent back over like before, raising the paddle as if she was about to spank her own, sore red bottom. The camera clicked.
The day slowly came to an end as Tina posed with the last remaining implements, all of them now paired beautifully with her glowing red backside.
The pain luckily slowly subsided, all that remained was a gentle red stinging sensation when she finally put her clothes back on after the last pictures had been taking.
“I think we got some really nice photos for the site, today.” John said. “You did a really good job, Tina.”
Tina smiled, the photographer had been this supportive all day, it had made her less nervous and made the work much easier than she’d expected. “Thank you.” She replied. “Did we get enough?” A silly question, they’d been taking pictures for hours, Michael would have to make a selection and still have plenty in reserve to change things up every once a while.
“If not.” Michael quickly replied. “You can always come back to take some more.”
Tina blushed, yet she didn’t say she disapproved of the idea, not at all…
Still excited, she left the store, eager for when the pictures would be ready and she’d be able to see them.
Yet somehow, someway, in all this time, it had never occurred to Tina, that when those pictures were done, when Michael had made his selection and added them to his web-shop, the web-shop her team was building for him, that all of her colleagues, her team-members and even her boss would see them too.
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The end
This story is part of a series.
