Chapter 14: Picture Perfect

"Holy shit! You two look great!" Evan was practically drooling as he watched his two beauties step out of the dressing room. Pam was leading Cheri since the leather hood she wore completely covered her head including her eyes. The rest was all leather, black vinyl or rubber. Well, maybe a few chains and other such accoutrements.

It hadn't taken very much persuasion to get Cheri to agree to help with the modeling. She whined that she was too old and fat; a ridiculous statement firmly pooh-poohed by both Evan and Pam. What concerned her most was her face being seen in the photos, especially since a lot of it would be shot in very reveling costumes or bondage equipment.

"Look," Evan had explained, "we're selling sex here. These accessories are nothing more than sexual aids. For gosh sakes, if it weren't for the sex, people wouldn't buy this stuff. Because this is the Internet we can give them sex, or at least the dream of sex, and there is nothing sexier than the two of you. We show them a little skin, some tit and maybe a little ass. If we can get the Doms to think their subs are going to look just like you two in these get-ups we'll sell a million of them. Same for the subs: Let them think they look as sexy as you do. Hey, it's their fantasy; let them dream."

Evan knew all he had to do was order Cheri to do it and she would, but that didn't seem right. Her need to be completely controlled had diminished considerably over the past few months and Evan wanted to encourage that trend. Not that they didn't still play their games both together and with Pam, but there wasn't the overwhelming need for someone to control her every move. Evan liked it that way. Sometimes he got his kicks from dominating the two women: a little light bondage and even a spanking or two, but nothing particularly hard-core or painful. Mostly he just enjoyed being with them. He would be perfectly happy if the most dominating thing he did was to be on top in the missionary position! Of course Cheri and Pam would never let that happen, especially Pam. Cheri still needed to feel him controlling her, to some extent anyway, and Pam... Well Pam just flat out got off on the feeling of helplessness that being tied up and used gave her. Of course the knowledge that she was completely safe with her lover, no matter how helpless a position she found herself in, allowed her to fully release any inhibitions she might have originally had, and those were few to begin with.

So, while he could order her to do it, he didn't. Instead they came to a compromise. One of the biggest selling items was a line of hoods for both the Dom and the sub. For the subs it normally consisted of a full hood with no ear or eyeholes and one for the mouth large enough for a ball or ring gag. Even the half-hood models covered enough to conceal the identity of the wearer. As long as she could wear a hood, or her face wasn't visible in any of the pictures, Cheri felt comfortable posing.

Cheri understood Evan's reluctance in forcing her to do something she really didn't want to do and sincerely appreciated both his concern and restraint. Knowing full well he could order her to do just about anything he wanted, his restraint in exercising that power just proved to her how much he really loved her. After all, what other man could resist the temptation to fully dominate his woman given the chance? He didn't and she knew in that small way she failed him. He didn't want a servant or a slave; he wanted a partner fully equal to him in every way. Unfortunately that was something she couldn't be, although she was getting better at it. One great thing about their triad relationship was she now had someone to talk to who understood her probably better than she did herself. Talking with Pam helped her more than all the sessions with Dr. Black combined.

"Don't try so hard, darling," Pam said one day as they sat around the kitchen table shooting the breeze. "I know what you mean even if it doesn't seem to come out right. This bit about having to have reasons and Evan being your reason giver is just a different way of looking at what a lot of us feel. Some of us do it strictly for the sexual rush. Why does it get us so horny knowing someone else has complete control of us? Beats me, and what's more I don't care. Nothing I do hurts anyone except possibly me and with our baby-doll master I know that isn't going to happen unless I want it to."

"Thanks, Pam," Cheri reached out to hold the others woman's hand. "It's just that I've felt so strange and different because I'm this way. I look at me and see an adult who can't function the way everybody else can. I need him; I don't just want him. I really need him for there to be a me. But that's not the real problem; I can live with my limitations, quirks, whatever you want to call them. I mean it's not normal but it feels right to me, so I can live with it. What I really have a problem with is knowing it's not exactly what Evan wants. I know he wants me to be a full partner, to be able to make decisions without bothering him about every little thing. It doesn't make him feel completely comfortable and that's what really bothers me."

"Me, too." Seeing Cheri's puzzled look Pam nodded her head vigorously. "Don't you think I know he doesn't get anywhere near the pleasure that I do out of tying me up, giving me a good spanking and then raping my ass? He may like a good old monkey fuck every once in a while but both of us know he would rather just make love to us without the kinky stuff. So why does he do it? Because he loves us and he knows we need it. Everything he does for you he does for the same reason. Let me ask you this: If he were blind would you help him out by reading to him? Taking him where he needed to go? Doing those things for him he couldn't?"

"Of course I would!" Cheri exclaimed. "I see what you're getting at: If he were handicapped, I would help him without question. Your point is I am handicapped and he's doing the same for me. I can't say I'm thrilled by the comparison but I guess if I'm going to be honest: I have to admit it's pretty accurate."

"I wouldn't say you're handicapped, honey, you just have special needs," Pam said with a grin. "Everybody has needs and wants that if you look closely at them put some kind of burden on someone else. He takes care of my needs, he takes care of yours. Together we take care of his. That's the way it should be."

"But what do we give him?" Cheri mused.

"Easy: we give him love, a home, babies, and..."

"Fucking!" they both said simultaneously. They looked at each other and started laughing.

"Oh God," Pam said glancing at her watch. "Speaking of needs, I don't think I've ever been as horny as I've been since he knocked me up. Is that normal?"

Cheri shrugged, "I don't know. I know I am. I remember I was always horny when I was pregnant with Evan, but with my first husband my being horny didn't mean a damn thing. He practically didn't touch me except to beat me from the day I told him I was expecting till the day Evan was born, and not much after that either."

"I'm sorry, honey. What a piece of shit he must have been. Well you sure don't have that problem now!" Pam said giving her hand a squeeze. "But enough about you already! Right now I'm sopping wet and our big old sex machine is due home any minute. Can I trouble you for a favor?"

"Sure, what?"

"I'm going to go upstairs and get naked. Would you tie me to the bed? I'm feeling the need for a little raping and pillaging right now and I know just the man to do it!"

Minutes later Cheri was tightening the last knot. "How's that?" Pam pulled against the four cuffs that held her practically immobile.

"Oh yeah, this is perfect. Oh God, I'm dripping all over the sheets!"

"That's good, sweetie," Cheri reached over and caressed Pam's cheek. "Because I've decided to change our play a little bit." They heard the front door slam shut and knew Evan was home.

"What to you mean, change our play a little bit?" Pam asked.

"I mean that tying you up made me horny, too. So I think I'll go downstairs, grab our lover, bring him back up here and make slow, passionate love to him right here on the bed next to you, without touching you at all!"

"You wouldn't dare! You bitch! You whore! You cunt!"

"See you soon, sweetie," Cheri kissed her fingers and pressed them to Pam's lips, taking them back just in time to keep from getting bitten.Of course Cheri did dare. Pam whimpered, cursed, threatened, and finally cried until Evan finished with Cheri and unceremoniously mounted her. He fucked her hard and fast until she screamed again, this time in release. Freed from her bonds she showered kisses on her two tormentors until the three of them drifted off into a blissful post-coital nap.

Just as she was dozing off Cheri heard her co-wife whisper to her, "That was absolutely fucking wonderful, but I'm still going to get you for that. Bitch!"

The photo shoot went very smoothly but the girls soon discovered that modeling was harder work than they expected. It was a lot more than just looking pretty, or in this case, kinky. It was an all-day affair under hot lights in numerous getups, some of which were extremely uncomfortable, and lots and lots of posing. Although Evan was in only a few of the shots it felt like a long, hard day even to him. The one bright spot in the whole day was the photographer Pam found to do the shoot. Evan thought he was a hoot!

Roberto was as queer as a three-dollar bill. If he were any more flaming, candles would ignite as he walked past! Not only did he seem to embody every stereotype of a male homosexual ever listed, he reveled in it. He swished, he lisped, he giggled with the girls and even hit on Evan. After about the third time Evan had to remind him that his girls could get jealous, and by the way the tall blonde was carrying a whip and knew how to use it!

"Promises, promises," Roberto smirked, waving off the implied threat. "Oh well, I do like my men a little younger and less bulky. Still, if ever you want to try... Well, just give me a call." Laughing, Evan assured him if he ever wanted to swing that way he would, but not to count on it. "I'm perfectly happy with what I have right now," he said still chuckling.

"So both of these little pets are yours?" Roberto asked.

"Sure are," Evan grinned proudly.

"Well they are simply dee-lish! Almost makes me wish I were straight, almost! How long have you had them? I don't remember ever seeing you at the Dungeon."

Evan told him he had known Cheri a long time and had recently meet Pam. Naturally Roberto knew Pam from way back.

"I must say our little Pamy-puss is looking simply ravishing! She just glows! You have been very good for her, you bad boy! Oh, speaking of the little succubus, here she is now." Pam and Cheri had just changed into their next costumes and wandered over to join the conversation.

"Pammie, darling! I was just talking about you!"

"I'm sure you were, you old queen! I'll bet you were trying to put the moves on our man here. Didn't do you any good, did it?"

"Pamela! How could you say such a thing? Would I do that? Besides you're right: He's disgustingly hetero and it looks like he's going to stay that way. But lovie, I was talking about you! I was just mentioning how wonderful you look; this boy must be very good for you. I was just saying how you just glow..." Taking a step back he looked her up and down. "Pamela, you little slut! You're pregnant!"

"He told you!"

"Don't be silly, sweetie; of course he didn't. He didn't need to, we girls know these things." Looking at Cheri he gave her just as appraising a once-over. Bringing his hands to his mouth he almost squealed. "Oh God, you're pregnant too! Oh, this is just too much! Absolutely delicious! Both yours, big fella? Of course they are. Well, my goodness, this is just simply scrumptious! I'd better stay away from you, big guy; I can't afford to go on maternity leave now. Bruce would just kill me!" The three of them couldn't help but laugh at that.

Having ferreted out the "big secret" Roberto was nothing less than, well, sweet to the girls. He even offered to cut short the session and pick up again another day if they were tired. The girls were tired but gamely insisted on continuing since they were so close to the end. Evan and Cheri wandered over to look and the next set. Pam stayed to talk to Roberto.