Mysterious Photostudio
Looking upon gorgeous photos of beautiful women bodies, hanging on the walls of my new workplace, I complimented myself and was glad for such successful choice of a job. It wasnt bad for a student, moreover, an artist to-be, to find a job as a maid at a famous photographer and connoisseur of women beauty. I liked my mew master and I feel that we flipped each other. We talked with him about art and beauty, and, the most important thing, my master appraised my clothes style. I adore stockings and lace, graceful shoes, heeled or platform, its very feminine. When I feel beautiful and pleasant clothes on me, I am always full of inspiration in a search of new sensations and ideas! Its so wonderful to be an embodiment of beauty, to be an art masterpiece for myself and for other people, especially now, when the most famous artists and photographers try to capture a part of this beauty on canvas and photograph paper. However, photos are wonderful, scenes are fascinating erotic, I wouldnt mind to be a model for my new master. Anticipating my potential as a model for a new masterpiece I became a slave of my fantasies and new experience. My body became hot  excited corseted breast wanted pleasant sensations, my vagina became wet due to excretory grease and wet pants couldnt keep a pleasant body smell, following me everywhere in a house as a tail of the most sophisticated perfumes. Delight and excitement, which overcame me in result of photos contemplation, maddened me completely. I was ready for the greatest masturbation in my life, but rescue came in time.

- Do you like?  I heard a voice of my master behind me. In his voice there were irony and obvious curiosity. Only now I felt his look at my buttocks and nether regions, hardly covered with wet pants. Is it possible that he was at home all this time and saw everything? I shivered and pleasure convulsion, as if electric impulse, pierced me and ran all over my body, giving me a sweet joy. Looking upon photos I took soft sweeps, as a cat, and forgot that somebody could see me in my excited state, mindless, obeying only to sensation desire. I froze in very exciting posture, as if hypnotized by masters look. Of course I experienced not once mens leers... But now, in a weak moment of my helpless excitement, ready for pleasant sensations, I was completely under masters foot. I called him master playfully, this made my housework a game, but now I had no hold in this game rules. Word MASTER took its initial literal meaning. Hypnotized by his look I was ready for any his freak. Touching gently my buttocks, as if teasing me, the master made me understand that he was pleased with me and my reaction at his oeuvre masterpieces, and that I can stand straight before him. Looking into my eyes, he seemed to invite me to surrender to his will and fantasy. That was a wonderful moment of my dependence  the master knew what I needed, because he knew what he wanted and didnt confuse me with silly questions about my fantasies and wishes, he knew them all, because he received them from me, feeling my inferiority.
My fleeting enchainment was over, I was looking into my masters eyes, as if letting him know about my readiness to surrender to his will, to become a model of his new erotic experiments. Looking narrowly at my excited face, topping corseted breast, the master ran his hand over my pussy, pressing softly at my wet knob, emitting tempting odor. My widely opened eyes became starry because of this touch. - I am lost in admiration because of your works  I decided to confess  all these bodies are pierced with erotic art and they are worthy the most sincere admiration! 

- I wasnt mistaken without you and I am very glad that we understand each other, Id be glad you participate in my creative experiment  told the master, taking my hand. He was unbelievably imperious with his courtesy and attention. Of course, I was ready. The master led me into basement, about existence of which I didnt even guess.

Under impression of what happened I was calm, without knowing what my master bethought himself. Coming down the basement, I saw premises with gray concrete walls, full of facilities from an inquisition set, I even felt myself a medieval heretic, who let herself some sensual liberties and was brought to punishment, as if a bitch, to be punished for honest and natural feelings given by nature. Martyr for truth, indeed! New fantasy, justifying coming, unknown to me before experience inspired me even more, and a new wave of excitement overwhelmed my mind and body. From a gloomy underground a tall slender woman worn in black came towards me: massive boots and a hood left no doubts about her role in the coming execution over a new sinner. Decisive face expression of a mistress told that she knew what she would make with me. The master stopped at the entrance, as if transferred me under the mistresss foot: - I took a ruttish bitch for you, she cant control herself, the whole house smells of her! Get on with her, darling, I trust you, you know what to do with such come-bucket as this bitch! The mistress came closer, looking at my body attentively. Took my chin sharply, turned aside and watched into my eyes: - On your knees, bitch, dont you dare look into my eyes till I permit you this! Her slap was as though a nice sign of attention to the doomed to death one. I surrendered, kneeling with resignation.
Pleased with my obedience my mistress told me to take off my dress. Meanwhile my mastermind was sitting on a chair on the sidelines and watching what was happening. Having taken my dress off, then, corset, I appeared before my executors so helplessly and available, that even my wet pants emitted a smell of obedience and thirst for punishment. It was clear for everybody, but the mistress was spinning out time, enjoying my body look which couldnt wait for the outcome of painful pleasure any more. At last, the mistress pointed my pants: - Take off your pants  the mistress ordered, smiling malignantly, and watching wet and stuck to a body tissue nuded completely my charms. I had only lace stockings and cuffs on  they emphasized the beauty of my skin and gracefulness of my body.

The mistress took something looking like a rod with two dicks at the end. I understood her further actions, only a thought about forthcoming took my breath away. All what interested me was how these monstrously looking outgrowths at the end of the mistresss torture instrument were by touch. The mistress pushed my buttocks with the rod to a metal construction with a collar at one side and manacles at the other side, on each side. - This is your place, whore! I surrendered obediently, feeling a growing excitement and pleasant satisfaction, feeling my obedience to my masters.

The master modestly fastened me to a support, fixing my body in vertical position. I was in suspension on my hunkers, completely defenseless and available for any fantasy and wish. My legs were half-bent and drawn apart, opening a great view of my ass and crotch from behind. My vagina was completely wet, emitting a smell of damp swamp slush all over the premises. Seconds of waiting were an unbelievable torture for me. I felt the masters excitement by his hands. Looking into my face he took my chin with his hot hand, smiling at me: - I know you like it! Later it will be more interesting! You will be in a rave!

At last I felt the double phallus approaching. Unbelievably! The expectation made me so much sensitive! My vagina and butt were so much relaxed and sensitive, that I felt this approaching pleasant torture instrument with all my body!

With closed eyes and in a complete desperation I was waiting for a penetration into me of that monstrous instrument of my punishment in the mistresss hands. Enormous discharge shook my body, two giant pistons ripped into my body, setting afloat the infernal execution machine. This is the only comparison I could make, because now I experienced regular, endless movement of this monstrous piston towards and backwards out of my body, the phallic rod, chomping with my grease, penetrating into vagina and ass, the mistress, moving it inside me, my inspirer, watching what was happening with delight. Deafening screech came out of my throat and I was screaming as loudly as I just could. Convulsions, shaking my body with fits and making me twitch, it seemed, excited even more my mistress, fucking me craftily with the double phallus.

The mistress continuously moved the rod, making movement slower from time to time, and this slowed down my coming orgasm! That was the very torture  watching my impulsively vibrating from pleasure body, the experienced mistress slowed down and waves of pleasure, ready to cover my body already, were falling back, postponing my moment of joy! I didnt already care attention and joyfulness of my executors due to what was happening. - I want, want this now! Please, let me come from your instrument, I cant stand your tortures anymore!.. I want!... Do you hear me? Do it! Quickly! The master grabbed my chin: - Cant you wait, little bitch, why do you make such noise? He told these words and the rod ripped deeper inside of me, and moved faster. Indescribable, divine feeling overwhelmed me! Rods movements were merciless and killing! But it was what I wanted! That rod was a devil for work! I was on heavens twice! I was convulsing because of passion and pleasure beneath my masters gaze. And that was the most wonderful thing which the mankind could create, it was the most pure pleasure which I have ever had. I felt myself as a corpus, being fucked by an incredible power of my mistress, and at the same time my soul was dissolving in an infinite space of my pleasure! I was so glad for myself  my torturers gave me so much happiness as they could control me and my feelings. I got moral and physical satisfaction! And all that was thanks to my executors, who gave me so many pleasant minute