Much to my delight my wife agreed to be my bondage slave on the first weekend of each month, for six months. Everything unfolded in a very spontaneous manner. At the time I had no idea what "master" was going to demand of my new slave girl. I had a month to dream up something suitably wicked.
The first session started immediately. I bound her breasts (a first for her) and made certain she had a very pleasurable experience. I also had her chant "I belong to hubby and will do everything and anything hubby commands. Hubby will punish me if I disobey him.", This went on for about an hour before I unbound her. Vibrators are wonderful things.
Of course, the question 'what next' occupied my thoughts for the next few weeks. I finally decided, that given her very shy nature, I would strip her of her modesty. Completely and totally.
How far would she go? This was very much an open question and I intended to find out. Everything hinged on the next session.
The second session started like the first one. I bound her breasts, and while she chanted I pleasured her with vibrators. Once I had her 'sexed up' and in an agreeable state of mind I dropped the first clue of her fate.
I slid into her and after a couple of minutes said "Master is going to photograph you'. Involuntary she whimpered 'no'. A little role-playing later and she posed for her very first photos.
There were a couple of problems. First, I was shaking like a leaf, second she hid her face. But still, it was a start.
