Tied up on a return visit to a photographer [FM]

Following my last cosplay shoot a couple of months back, both myself and the photographer had been keen to set up another visit… a desire only made greater as we discussed and cemented more ideas as to what another shoot might entail. Finally, after a hectic time, last week saw our schedules align and gave me a free day to pack a bag and hop on a train for another visit.

This time around, my journey was a little more relaxed… or at least it was until some delays raised my stress levels. Nonetheless, I was excited for the shoot, and was tingling with anticipation already by the time I stepped off the train and found my way out to spot the photographer already waiting for me in the station. Just as before, he was in his early 50s with grey, thinning hair and a slim build, wearing his age well, and certainly better than the ugly floral shirt he was wearing which ruined his otherwise dignified impression.

I decided not to make a joke about the shirt as he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and almost bounded back to his car with me in tow – he certainly seemed as keen as I was. We made all sorts of easy small talk on the car journey to his house, which continued as he made me a hot drink. Leaving me with paperwork pertaining to the shoot, he excused himself as he needed to finish setting up as I made sure everything was in order while sipping at my tea.

My drink finished, I sat around impatiently for a couple of minutes before deciding to head upstairs and see whether he was ready yet. My footsteps on the stairs brought forth a shout of “I’m not quite ready yet, but feel free to change in the other room” from behind a closed door. “Okay!” I responded chirpily, managing to remember where I was going and finding the main bedroom.

Tossing my bag onto the bed and rifling through it, I pulled out my first outfit for the day – Asuna from Sword Art Online, comprising a white bra and knickers with some lacy trimmings, white thigh-high socks with red patterning, red skirt and white cloak/coat and gloves, white shoes with modest heels. It had been a while since I last wore it, but changing into it was second nature and it wasn’t too long before I was checking myself in the mirror while noting my heart thudding in my chest, knowing I’d be called in to start the shoot any minute.

In fact, it wasn’t even a minute before he popped his head around the door to see if I was ready, and beckon me into the room he was using for the shoot. Noting the video camera set up and a stills camera sat on a table in the corner, my eyes were quickly drawn to the bed, which now bad a number of ropes and a pair of handcuffs dangling from its head. I must have swallowed hard at this thought, as I was immediately bombarded by quiet, hushed reassurances that he’d look after me, talking me through the shoot and agreeing on a word I should use if I wanted to stop at any point.

With that all out of the way, onto the bed I climbed, laying back and shifting around at his direction. Taking the handcuffs, he placed them around my hands and clicked them shut, making sure they were comfortable and spending more time shifting my position and getting more pillows to prop my head and shoulders up to help with this. Then came the ropes, as he lifted my legs up high in the air, asking me to hold that position as best I could while he wrapped and tied the ropes around each leg, spending quite some time tightening and adjusting them until they were just right and holding my legs up without slipping or threatening to come undone.

So, here I was, cuffed and tied to the bed while this older man eyed me up and down with a clear look of excitement on his face. “You know I don’t like being overdressed during these things, is that okay?” he asked. I nodded, which was the signal for him to quickly tug down his trousers and pants… disappointingly, the bad floral shirt stayed (I really should have said something about it), but I was soon distracted from that fashion disaster thanks to the erection peeking out from beneath it. I felt pleased that he was so turned on just from seeing me like this, fully dressed, with only my white panties exposed to him.

One thing I hadn’t noticed due to my preoccupation with the ropes and cuffs was the massager in the room, hiding just out of sight under the bed. After turning on his cameras, he spent a few minutes snapping pictures of me tied up as Asuna, before this toy was produced and used to tease my body… my legs, edging closer to my thighs each time, then on to my chest, vibrating against my nipples through my clothing. He spent some time doing this, which excited me a little then started to frustrate me as I wanted more direct stimulation. I needn’t have worried though, as that stimulation soon came, when a spell of the wand teasing my upper legs and thighs suddenly shifted over the top of my panties. As it came closer to my clit, I struggled and shifted a bit as much as I could to bring it closer to the sweet spot, only for him to move it away for a few seconds, before relenting and finally letting it press against my crotch.

The vibration through my underwear soon had me wet and moaning, and there was no let-up as he let the device dance over my clit and pussy, varying its pressure and position and watching my reactions. After letting my pleasure build up and ease off for a little while, he could clearly see what worked for me, and focused on using that knowledge to bring me off. The intense stimulation of my clit had me panting and moaning, involuntarily straining against the restraints to my legs and hands as the loud massager worked its magic. I’m not sure how long it was until I came, but it didn’t feel like long before I was bucking, shaking and shuddering until I couldn’t take any more and he withdrew the massager from my crotch. After a brief respite and flushed grins from both of us, the massager again edged its way to my pussy, more quickly this time. Still aroused from my first orgasm, my second one built more quickly, and within a few minutes I came again. This time he kept the wand pressed against my pussy until I told him it was too much as I was too sensitive.

Switching off the wand, we realised that we hadn’t quite thought this through, as he was going to have to untie my legs to remove my knickers. Thus, we took a short break as he untied my legs, letting them rest while leaving me handcuffed to the top of the bed. With my pussy no longer tingling quite so intensely and my legs feeling comfortable, I felt him reach up under my skirt and easily pull my underwear down my legs as I lifted my hips for him. My pussy was now exposed to him as my knickers were dropped to the floor, and after a quick exclamation as to how tasty it looked he was soon holding up my legs, getting them back into position and working to tie and knot the ropes which held them aloft again.

Now, my legs were held up high, exposing my naked pussy as he grabbed his camera again. After reaching out to adjust my skirt he took photos of me bound, showing my wetness with no way to hide it, moving around to take as many snaps as he could. Satisfied, the camera was discarded again, and after a quick check of his video camera he climbed onto the bed before me. Without a word he leaned forward, his hand gently pushing under my skirt to take hold of my hips, and his tongue very deliberately made its way to my clit. Pressing against and flickering over it, his technique instantly ramped up my arousal, and now there was no signs of teasing as he focused entirely on my pleasure. His mouth and tongue found an ideal, seemingly unstoppable, rhythm as he stimulated me, and I was moaning, panting and groaning from his efforts in no time. This continued as my orgasm continued to build, before it hit a crescendo faster than even I expected. “I’m gonna…” I cried, but didn’t even get to finish my sentence as my body shook and moans replaced the final world of my sentence: cum.

After slowing down his efforts, allowing me to bask in the afterglow of the feeling of orgasm, he started to build me up again, his tongue again working its magic on my clit as it danced across it seemingly perfectly. It took a little longer but inevitably my pleasure was building again, slowly but surely then more rapidly as he found the spots that generated the most reaction from me.

Suddenly, his mouth pulled away from me, as he sat up on his haunches on the bed. As he put his hands on my legs behind the knees, I instinctively spread my legs as best as I could within the confines of the ropes holding them. Moving forward and placing his hands on the bed either side of me, his proud erection pushed against the entrance to my vagina and, with a little more pressure, easily slipped partway inside me as I let out an “ohhhh” from the sensation. With my legs propped up on his shoulders as he leaned forward, his hips moved slowly back and forth, each time pressing a little deeper into me and bringing forth another groan. With four or five thrusts his hardness was now fully inside me, and he moved slowly in and out of me, seemingly enjoying the sensation of pulling most of the way out of me before sinking back in while I enjoyed looking down and watching him fuck me. “You’re very wet” he half-whispered as he did this, making me giggle shyly as I noticed the wet sounds of my pussy taking him into me.

After enjoying this for a little longer, he shifted his legs and (finally!) pulled off his already unbuttoned shirt, tossing it aside. On his haunches, he now used his hands to push legs back and further apart as the rope strained against this movement, continuing to make slow, long, deliberate thrusts inside me. Glancing across at his camera, he shifted position slightly to give a better view of his cock sinking into me with each thrust. Clearly pleased with this angle, he began to move faster, his cock sliding easily in and out of me. Just like last time he fucked me, it felt wonderful, and I told him so, which encouraged him to pick up the pace a little more, although still fucking me relatively sedately.

As my moans started to intensify from these sensations, he was spurred on to move again, leaning forward over me and pressing his body between my legs, which opened a little wider for him in response. His first thrust in this new position pressed deeper inside me, making me moan louder still, and he began to fuck me more vigorously now. “I love being fucked by you” I cried out in something of a haze, which encouraged him to find a rhythm and keep fucking me harder like this. His body was now slapping against mine, and my pleasure built rapidly until I called out that I was cumming, moaning and squeezing his cock with my muscles as I got off from being fucked, tied up by this older man. He continued fucking me through my orgasm, not changing his rhythm until my moans turned to contended sighs in the aftermath of another climax.

Using this opportunity to shift back onto his haunches, he held my legs at the back of my knees and was soon thrusting in and out fully and quickly again. The change in sensation was only adding to my pleasure again, and we locked eyes as he fucked me and I almost disbelieving told him “I’m gonna cum again like this”. This was his signal to carry on doing what he was doing, and he did just that for another couple of minutes, my excitement and wetness building all the time. “I’m cumming again” I told him as I felt the tell-tale sensations coming to the fore, and he sped up, fucking me faster but maintaining his stroke. This time I was almost squeaking and whimpering in pleasure as I came yet again, lost in yet another orgasm while he fucked me.

He was certainly fucking me harder now, as the bed rattled and shook a little and I continued to moan, still not really coming down from my orgasm, and crying out “Oh god… fuck… oh yes”. Finally I heard his own breathing increase, and he fucked me hard until his own exclamation of “I’m cumming”, before I felt him throbbing and unleashing his cum inside me. Slowing down, he continued to move slowly as his orgasm finished, and I could only lay there still trembling and twitching from my own orgasms.

Finally spent, he moved away to take some final snaps for this part of the shoot, before finally I could be untied and the handcuffs removed. I remained on the bed for a while though, feeling too unsteady to walk for a spell before finally finding the energy to peel off the rest of my cosplay and head into the shower to rinse off, so that I could prepare for the next part of our shoot…

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