Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Pizza here, come and get it.”

  The three young women ate their pizzas in virtually total silence, they were so self-conscious about their complete nudity. Phil then gave them thirty minutes to get ready for the next set whilst he repositioned the lights. They were going back to the dining room chair but this time there was going to be a difference. One he was sure they probably wouldn’t appreciate.

  Chapter 15

  When Phil called them out for the final session of the evening they immediately noticed something. The camera was set up on a tripod pointing directly at the dining room chair in front of a roll of white background paper. Susie instantly realized, correctly, that this would leave Phil free to move around the person being shot and that this would give him much more freedom of action. The days of simply posing for photographs were probably coming to an end much sooner than she’d hoped. After the previous evening she had realized that Phil had continued to ratchet up the level of exposure and lewdness, and that he would obviously go further and further as time went on. She looked at her friends. The puzzled looks on their faces showed they hadn’t reached the same conclusions. Damn. I hope I go first again, she thought, for their sakes. Involuntarily she felt the curl of her nipples against the small triangles of her blue bikini top as they crinkled up with excitement at the thought of another shoot. Damn, that’s not how I meant it.

  Phil still had a surprise or two left.

  “Susie, come here, please.”

  She slowly walked up to him and sat down on the proffered seat.

  “Place your hands behind you, behind the back of the chair, please. Good.”

  Click. Something metallically cold fastened itself around her wrists. She tried to pull her hands apart but was rewarded only by the tinkle of the chain between her wrists catching the back of the chair. Shit! He’s handcuffed me! Her only previous attempt at bondage with a boyfriend had dissolved into hysterics when one of the silk scarves they used had knotted so tightly they couldn’t undo it, and had ended up cutting it off. Now here she was sitting in front of a camera handcuffed to the chair.

  Phil watched the play of emotion over her face with a sly grin. From the corner of his eye he could see the other two were frozen in ashen-faced shock. He knelt down at Susie’s side and gently pulled her ankle in close to the chair leg, took another pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and cuffed her leg to the chair. She offered no resistance at all. He quickly moved round to the other side and repeated the process. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, simultaneously frightened and, to her repeated shame, aroused. He could see the latter, her nipples were rock hard under the blue bikini top.

  “Now, don’t panic, Susie. I haven’t put real handcuffs on you at all. If you just feel the pair behind you with your fingers you should be able to tell that they are silver colored theatrical props. Okay?”

  Susie moved her hands around and fingered the handcuffs for a moment then looked at Phil and nodded.

  “They have no lock, just a simple ratchet fastening—if you twist them in the right direction they will come undone. I don’t want you to do that at the moment but I want you to feel safe. Not only that but the chains have a snap release link on them—if you jerk hard enough it will part and the chain will snap. Okay?”

  Susie nodded again. Phil turned to look at the other two, who looked somewhat less anxious than before and, after a glance at Susie, both nodded.

  “Good. Now we are going to take a few shots, under duress, as it were. You know that you’re not but you have to act like you are. So, to achieve that requires one more prop.”

  Phil picked up a black silk scarf lying on the floor and walked behind Susie folding it repeatedly until he had about a two inch strip. Susie gulped as she realized what it was. It was a blindfold—she was not going to see what was happening to her. Phil stood behind her and looped the blindfold around her head, then loosely tied it behind her. He reached around, pulling it into the position he wanted and then levelled it. As he tightened it he asked if she was comfortable. Again she nodded. Her mouth had fallen open into an O and she was breathing rapidly in the darkness she now felt enveloped in. Of course, intellectually, she knew she was surrounded by bright lights, but emotionally she felt she had been plunged into darkness.

  “Right, Susie, are you ready to begin? Good. Now, you’re sitting too far back in the chair so please just wriggle forward a little. Good, but that’s only about a third of the way to where you need to be, so more, please. Good. Little bit more. Don’t worry, you are not going to fall or lose your balance.”

  Susie could feel the front edge of the chair against the top of her thigh now. She mentally pictured herself and realized that, with her legs fastened to the outside of the chair legs, they were spread far apart. She couldn’t sit upright given the way her hands were fastened through the chair back so she realized her body was canted back, thrusting her crotch forward lewdly. She shivered in her own personal darkness.

  “Good, Susie. Now I’m starting to take the photos. I want your face to show anxiety. Good. Open your mouth just as it was a couple of minutes ago. Good. Now, look to the right and quickly again to the left. I want you to look as if you are tossing your head from side to side in an effort to get free. Good. Don’t try and move your arms and legs that way because you’ll snap the links. Good, keep the head movements going. Good, now look straight ahead and pant as if exhausted from the exertions. Good. I’m going to mist you now with some water so it looks like you’ve been sweating a lot. Okay?”

  Susie nodded. What she didn’t know was that Phil had prepared the sprayer with iced water whilst they had been getting ready for this shoot. The water that suddenly hit her chest and abdomen was quite literally ice cold. A startled gasp shot involuntarily from her as her reflexes expelled the air in her lungs trying to pull her stomach away from the ice cold torment. Phil kept spraying. The cold gave her skin goose bumps and her nipples literally stuck out further than they had before, and much harder. She felt she couldn’t breathe and just sat there panting as the fine mist on her skin condensed in places into little rivulets that trickled down her body. All the time Phil had been clicking away on the remote control whilst keeping himself and the water sprayer out of camera shot.

  Susie no longer had to feign a look of panic on her face. The anxiety she felt was quite real. What next? Phil began talking again.

  “Susie, you’re doing well but obviously you are wearing too many clothes for this shot to work properly, aren’t you?” She nodded understanding. “We’ll have to do something about that, won’t we—after all you can’t do them yourself, can you?”

  This last question had come from somewhere close to her right ear. Phil had moved around her until he was standing behind her. He straightened up and, leaning slightly forward, placed his hands gently on her shoulders. He had switched the camera into automatic mode and, with the high capacity memory card in it, continued to take one picture a second for several minutes.

  Susie shivered again from the touch. His hands moved on her shoulders in small circles. He leant down to whisper to her.

  “The camera needs to see you change from fear to pleasure during this, okay?” She nodded. She also realized that what he had just said hadn’t carried to her friends. As he had asked the okay his fingers had momentarily tightened their grip. She fully understood the non-vocal communication, too. After what had happened when she had been bent over the sofa the day before, he was expecting a repeat performance. She tried to keep the facial expression taut and scared whilst letting her body relax—not an easy combination to achieve and, as she was concentrating, she felt his hands move back and down from her shoulders, reaching between her and the chair to the bow of the bikini strap at the small of her back.

  She arched her back to improve his access and was rewarded by the feathery touch of his fingertips as he pulled the two strings. The strings parted and the fabric covering her breasts suddenly felt loose. He moved his hands back up to her sh
oulders and began the little circling massaging movements again. She couldn’t help it, her body was responding to the treatment.

  From Phil’s point of view the vision laid out in front of him was breathtaking. The tight bikini hadn’t covered the swell of her cleavage but, loosened, seemed to emphasize her breasts even more. The hardened points of her nipples thrust invitingly out at the loose material, almost tenting it away from the flesh revealing even more. He was glad the chair hid his own crotch from the view of the camera as he didn’t want his obvious erection in shot.

  Now the circles travelled by his hands widened, at the front anyway. They began to dip down in front of her shoulders, reaching towards the gentle outward swell of her breasts. Slowly they crept down and down. As the fingertips reached the top points of the V’s of material covering her breasts Susie knew she was only seconds away from Phil revealing her breasts to the camera again, only this time he would be touching her nipples when he did so. Handcuffed and blindfolded she was powerless to stop him. For the first time in her life she now realized what bondage was about. The feeling of powerlessness heightened her other senses. Her arousal built and he hadn’t even touched her intimately yet.

  Slowly he pushed his fingers under the material and she could feel his finger and thumb sliding down either side of the nipple. Dear God. The feeling was intense. Her stomach tightened involuntarily and her gasps came quicker and shallower. She knew her pussy slit had gone from moist to wet in the space of a couple of heartbeats. She could feel the way the bikini bottoms were becoming sopping wet.

  Phil replaced the slow movement with a quick one. His fingers and thumbs closed suddenly on the hard buds of her nipples and exerted a pressure that was initially painful and then intensely pleasurable. She could hold back no longer and a series of moans escaped her mouth as her back arched and her body palpitated in an incredibly powerful orgasm. Phil smiled. Now that she had achieved her second orgasm in front of the camera, and this one at his hands, he intended to wring more from her helpless body, using her to bring the other two to the same state of abject obedience. He sensed that Susie was now his to command.

  Before she could recover any semblance of composure his hands moved. Quickly they slid down to the two loose strings of the top and pulled upwards. Having first revealed her breasts to the camera this way, complete with the spreading redness around the nipple area caused by his hard pinch, he continued the motion lifting it over her head.

  He moved round to the side and knelt down next to her, leaned in and whispered in her ear.

  “That was very good, Susie. Now, let’s see if you can top that.”

  She shuddered, for a split second wondering what he meant as she struggled to compose herself. Then she remembered her predicament in its entirety. He was about to remove her bottoms and she remained helpless. Not only had he squeezed her nipples, he was about to get his hand, or hands, on the final prize.

  She felt him reach across her just as she had reached across Lizzie and the bow came undone with a simple pull on the side furthest away from him. His fingers began a gentle traverse back across her stomach but dipped down and down. As his fingers reached the sparse blonde pubic hair, she knew she wasn’t far away. His other hand now touched her hip and the bow there was being loosened. Any moment now the camera was going to capture the moment she felt Phil’s hand on her pussy. As the fabric slid gently down onto her thighs, the touch of the cold air on her unfurled pussy lips, together with the slow descent of his fingers to the top of her slit, pushed her straight over the edge again. For the first time in her young life she was coming for the second time in a matter of a couple of minutes. Her back arched and her hips thrust lewdly forwards to reach his hand. His fingers found the hood of her clitoris and the little bud almost jumped out to meet him. Instead of coming down from the orgasm, Susie felt the pleasure increase and the orgasm grew even further. The agonized cry that it drew from her mouth was pure animal.

  Naked, handcuffed and blindfolded, with a man she hardly knew fingering her clit whilst the camera continued to shoot was not a situation Susie expected to be in to experience the largest orgasm of her life. But that’s where she was.

  Phil drew his hand away reluctantly. Susie slowly came down from the all-time high. He allowed his own breathing to slow and reached behind Susie releasing the knot on the blindfold. As she blinked and shook her head against the sudden intrusion of the bright lights, he released the handcuffs on her hands and she sat upright for the first time in nearly a half an hour massaging her arms. He released the cuffs on her ankles and gestured her to stand. This she did with some difficulty.

  “Right, Susie, you can relax now. That was very good indeed. Now it’s Carrie’s turn. Whilst I’m shooting Carrie I want you to go and retrieve the white bikini you were wearing before. Please go and soak it in the washroom sink and then put it on. Okay?”

  Susie just nodded and moved off on legs that really didn’t want to work. Carrie passed her going the other way, heading for her turn in the chair. Susie was unsure whether the look on Carrie’s face was shock at what had happened to Susie or terror at the thought it was about to happen to her—probably a bit of both.

  Chapter 16

  As soon as Carrie sat in the chair, Phil lost no time in attaching the cuffs and getting Carrie to sit in exactly the same position as Susie had just vacated. This was uncomfortable for Carrie for an additional reason. She could feel the dampness of the seat under her buttocks. She knew she was sitting in Susie’s juices. The very thought made her inwardly cringe and then shudder with emotion. Phil repeated his instructions about the cuffs and fixed the blindfold into place.

  Carrie gulped and moistened her lips. Any moment now she would feel Phil’s hands on her the way Susie had. Was she ready for that? Would her body react in the same way? She had witnessed Susie’s two orgasms with astonishment written large over her own face. Given that something similar had happened to Susie the evening before, but she had herself been nowhere near, was Phil expecting her to provide a repeat performance when he touched her?

  Phil had different ideas for this set. He had already seen the way Lizzie had responded to Susie’s touch and was eager to see how Carrie would respond under similar circumstances.

  “Lizzie, step into the shot, please.”

  Carrie drew her breath sharply. Lizzie just looked at her helpless bound and blindfolded friend. She knew almost immediately what Phil was going to ask her to do.

  “You watched how I undressed Susie, did you not? I want you to do the same thing to Carrie. Now go and stand behind her, please.”

  Carrie let her breath out slowly as Lizzie took position behind her. Lizzie bent down and whispered sorry in her ear. Carrie nodded, aware that neither of them had any choice. What little comfort zone Lizzie possessed was stripped away by Phil’s next command.

  “Lizzie, I’m sorry, it just doesn’t look quite right from here. Please lose the top.”

  She had now been topless before him several times so there was little point in any show of modesty. Quickly discarding the top she returned to her position behind Carrie. Looking down at herself she saw that her nipples had nevertheless unfurled.

  “Place your hands on Carrie’s shoulders, please. Good. Now, Carrie, arch your back a little. Good. Lizzie, reach behind her and under the bow there, please. Good. Put your hands back onto her shoulders and slide them forwards a little. Good. Slide them a bit further, please. Good. Now, bend down towards her and nuzzle into her ear a little. Good. Keep moving your hands down. Doing very well. As your hands reach the material of the bikini top, push it to one side. Good. Carrie, you need to get into the spirit of this. Think of something sexy, if you must, but I want to see erected nipples, okay? Right, Lizzie, pinch her nipples for me. No, that wasn’t hard enough. You need to make her flinch a little. That’s better. Good. Now, straighten up and pull the top up, over and away. Good.”

  Carrie just couldn’t see herself responding to Phil’s instructions and
Lizzie’s touch the way that Susie had to Phil’s touch earlier. Lizzie had done as she was told and pinched Carrie’s nipples but they had now gone flat again. Instead of feeling turned on she was feeling mortified. Lizzie was doing what she was told, but mechanically rather than passionately. Phil frowned and decided to try something slightly different. He moved round to the side and told Lizzie to move round in front of Carrie.

  “Look, girls, you have stopped putting effort in. If you don’t put the effort into the modelling the contracts are void, remember?”

  Both Carrie and Lizzie nodded. Lizzie flashed Phil a wan smile.

  “We are trying, it’s just a new situation for both of us.”

  Carrie nodded in agreement.

  “Okay. I’m going to continue but I want more life out of both of you, final warning. Lizzie, kneel down in front of Carrie. Closer. Good. Now, lean forward between her legs. Good. Carrie, open your lips a tad and don’t close them. Lizzie, kiss her on the lips. Good girl.”

  Under the blindfold Carrie’s eyes shot open. Lizzie’s lips felt so soft on her own, so warm. It was a completely different experience to any man she had kissed before. Lizzie withdrew a couple of inches under Phil’s prompting and then leaned in and kissed her again, harder than before. For the first time in the shoot Carrie felt her body begin to respond. Two kisses from another woman—was that all it took? A shiver ran through her as Lizzie moved away and back again.

  “Now, Lizzie, bring your hands up between you and cup her tits. Good girl. Keep kissing her. Pull back slightly and use your tongue to tease her lips slightly. Good.”

  Carrie couldn’t help herself, this position was exciting her. As Lizzie’s tongue slid enticingly around her lips she couldn’t help but put her own tongue out slightly to meet it.

  Lizzie was stunned when she felt Carrie’s tongue pushing back at hers without Phil’s prompting. The kiss had been electric for her. Just as Carrie had, she found that the woman’s lips were so much softer than a man’s. Her tongue began the ritual fencing with Carrie’s entirely of its own will. Her hands curled on Carrie’s boobs, clutching and mashing the nipples into the palms of her hands. Now Phil had the heat he wanted in the shots. He let them continue for another couple of minutes, noticing that, as they continued to kiss, Susie had reappeared. She was wearing the white bikini, well soaked and just about transparent. Her pussy lips and nipples could be clearly seen.