As month 4 approached I wondered how far and in what direction I should take things. Although she was complying, she was doing so with little to no enthusiasm. Two other things were also on my mind. First, the picture quality wasn't great and the bindings were a mess.
A quick Internet search and I found a handy diagram for a proper bondage harness.
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I prepared some nice looking black rope and better lighting (tripod mounted LCDs work well). The resulting harness was perfect, however the picture (cell phone) quality still left a lot to be desired. Also she complained that the black rope was stiff and uncomfortable. I took a few photos and focused my energies on making sure she had an enjoyable night.
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Over the course of the evening I probed her body and mind simultaneously. I realized that the fear of being discovered was both exciting and frightening for her. What I did next threw her entirely off balance and set the stage perfectly.
Deep into the evening, after she had came several times, I mounted her and whispered "Before the next session you have to decide which friend of ours gets to see all of your pictures". Her worst fear was now a certainty.
Her reaction was immediate and striking. She gasped and her eyes went wild as the enormity of what I had just said sunk in. And of course, she climaxed.
And so the stage was set.
Literally. A few nights before I experimented with lighting and cameras and found a perfect combination. I discovered that an old digital camera of ours took fantastic low-light pictures. I added a few high intensity LED lights and set up several tripods. One look at the room and it was abundantly clear that there would be no escaping the camera, and certain exposure.
The evening began with a drink after dinner. She was unaware of what awaited her in the bedroom. I undressed her in the dining room, however she wanted nothing to do with the black harness. It was stiff and beyond uncomfortable she complained. I relented and retrieved the softer rope, and completely botched the rope work. However I had bigger plans for her that night.
I led her into the bedroom and to my complete amazement she sat down, smiled and said "I married a dirty old man" (she is 15 years my junior). Without any further fanfare we got down to business. First I sat her down with a card with the name of a porn site written on it. I explained that the photos would be used to verify that I had permission to photograph her.
She was very worked up, and visibly wet, I sensed that now was the time. "Who is your master? ... you are ... what do you do? ... everything... Does everything include showing your face on the internet? ... long pause ... Yes".
And.
So.
It.
Began.
We continued into the night. I never once touched her, yet she remained wet and worked up the entire time. Finally a long hour later and as I ran out of ideas / poses I realized I needed to somehow raise the bar. I wanted the final session to be distilled sin. And then I realized I had forgotten something.
"So, which of our friends do we share this with?". Silence... "Well, I guess I'll share them with Steve then". Finally she spoke, her voice trembling "No, Nathan".
And yet I still didn't feel I had pushed her far enough. She needed to feel humiliation. Sure she had spent over an hour in every possible pose, her tits bound and me reminding her that she would soon be available to everyone on the Internet. And then I hit upon it, the perfect ending to the evening. "Ok, grab your ankles, Nathan needs to see your pussy and your face".
With satisfaction I realized that she didn't smile.