Chapter 9: The Photo Shoot

When I came back down he threw me a bikini top and a pair of shorts. “Put these on.” We went out to the garden. He had me pose in various positions and started taking photos. He then had me take the bikini off. Next, my shorts came off. We then went inside. He switched on the two video cameras. For the next two hours we went through all the outfits we had bought in the adult store. I had to smile at the cameras and act as if I was enjoying myself.

For the last session he had me get on all fours on the dining room table in the nude. He positioned the cameras so one captured my face and the other my cunt. I had to look straight into the cameras and say “I’m Pauline and I’m a slut.”

Then I had to lie on my back and spread my legs. He instructed me to part my cunt lips so he could film the inside of my cunt. I felt so humiliated. Then he told me to masturbate. I couldn’t believe it. I never did that and now he wanted to film me doing it.

“Why am I waiting slut.”

I started to rub my finger along my slit. “Now stick your fingers inside.” I stuck my finger in and moved it about. He then had me insert a second finger.

“Get some rhythm going slut. Start fucking yourself.”

This was so degrading I was pushing my fingers in and out and he was filming the whole thing. I never thought anything so horrific could happen to me. I was reduced to his sex slave forced to obey his most perverse desires.

“Harder, let’s see those fingers pound that pussy. Lift your ass up off the table. That’s it. Now put another finger in. Look into the camera.”

I was pushing in and out as fast as I could. I was panting with all the effort which gave the impression I was enjoying myself.

“Keep your eyes open slut. Keep looking into the camera. Now I want you to pretend you’re having an orgasm.”

What? An orgasm! Oh my God! What did he think I was? Some kind of porn star.

“Come on, get a move on. I want everyone who sees this to think you’re having an orgasm. It shouldn’t be a problem for you, you’ve been faking them for years.” He laughed. “Do you want to get thrown on to the street and your video sent to everyone.”

I was defeated. I had no choice. I thrust my fingers deep into my cunt and at the same time lifted my ass off the table. I threw my head back and let out a moan.

“Perfect, now lick your fingers with a big smile on your face.”

I brought the fingers to my mouth and licked them, all the time smiling at the camera.

When I’d finished, he stripped and walked over to the table. He stood above my head. “Now, you will not move. You will keep looking at my cock with lust. When I cum you will look into the camera and say ‘I’m Pauline and I’m a cum loving slut ‘. Understand?”

“Yes.”

I expected him to shove his cock into my mouth. Instead he started to masturbate above my face. As he was wanking himself he slapped my face with his cock. I never seen him masturbate before yesterday at the shop. I was shocked. He increased the tempo of his strokes and I could tell he was close to cuming. Suddenly he started to shoot cum all over my face. It went in my eyes, up my nose and over my hair. I was covered in cum. He slapped his cock against my face a few more times. When he stopped I looked into the camera and said “I’m Pauline and I’m a cum loving slut.”.

He then stuck his cock into my mouth and had me clean the last of his cum from it.

“Now go clean yourself up and make some lunch. I’ll be in the study.”

When I brought him his lunch he was editing the videos and photos. He ignored me. I went back to the kitchen. Later I heard him go upstairs. After some time he called me up to the bedroom. He had set the two video cameras up. He’d also brought a flip chart up from the study. On the bed there was a black bra, thong, suspenders belt and stockings. I felt sick in my stomach at the thought of being filmed again.