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Picture it and write – 7 April 2014

Man setting on an armchair, holding the foot of a lady setting on the chair's back

Picture it and write April 7, 2014


She was his inspiration, his muse, his raison d’être. Most of the people who saw her saw a young woman on the move, an up and coming business woman climbing her way to the peak. While he saw that, he also saw her vulnerability, her softness, and her delicate, delicious femininity. They had meshed almost as soon as they had met, he was on  an assignment to cover the new generation of business leaders and she was his subject. During the discussion leading up to the shoot they had talked about her life and passions, and she had demanded that if she was to be an open book that he should as well.  After the pictures had been taken and the notes all committed to his recorder, the long afternoon together had extended into the night, the first of a long succession that had so far continued seven years.

He had been kinky since the first time he tied up the neighbor’s daughter while playing “Cowboys and Indians.” She, on the other hand, had thought that an afternoon of making love with the lights on was daring.  The first time he had pulled out his camera to capture her hidden charms she had balked, but after a while she had relented, and then blossomed in front of his lens into a photographers dream, limber and sensual, shedding her inhibitions as soon as they were discovered, and discovering a deep peace in submitting herself to his will. They had never really discussed it, but over the first six months it had become clear they complimented each other perfectly, falling into their roles of Dominant and submissive, experimenting, learning and growing together. They had tried many things, but they kept coming back to the rope.

They had learned this together as well.  While she was primarily his subject, she had also learned to tie the carefully crafted bindings, and had even tied him, so that he could better understand her experiences. Today was to be a graduation of sorts, a private time for just the two of them. He sat down and took her foot reverently in his hands, and then the look came to his eyes….

And it began.



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