Made For Sex

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “Close your eyes. It’s important that the man believes you’re sleeping, so when he stretches out next to you on the blanket you stay still and keep your body relaxed. He just stares at you for a moment, then brushes his fingers through your pubic hair just touching your love button. You remain motionless, wanting him to continue.

  “Although you don’t move, he knows how wet you’re getting.” Tim picked up a different camera and snapped a few shots of Carla with her eyes closed. He didn’t know whether it was her expression or the line of her body, but she was radiating sex and he wanted to capture it. “You want to move your hips to deepen his touch, but you don’t want him to know how he’s affecting you, so you remain absolutely still, pretending that you’re still asleep.”

  Carla was there, in the clearing in the woods. Tim’s voice had transported her and she could actually feel the sun on her body, feel fingers probing and exploring the secret places of her body. God, she thought, he’s really turning me on. I’m going to explode.

  “Keep your eyes closed and pull off your tank top and your bra,” Tim said.

  Carla removed her clothes without hesitation. She was no longer nervous or embarrassed. Both Tim and the camera seemed erotic and right.

  When Carla was naked to the waist, Tim repositioned her in the chair so shafts of sunlight illuminated her shoulders and breasts. Her eyes were still closed as Tim moved back behind his camera lens. “Beautiful. Let your head fall back against the chair.” He kept snapping as she moved, each pose a sensual invitation. “Now, he’s still touching your clit and you’re still pretending to be asleep. His fingers caress each fold and part your lips. You’re so wet that his finger slides easily into your body.”

  Tim watched Carla’s body react to his story. He knew that she was having a difficult time holding her hips still and he smiled as he watched her through his lens. “He adds a second finger, then a third, filling you completely.” He saw how puckered her nipples were and added this to his story.

  “Your nipples are so hard and tight that you think you’ll die if his mouth doesn’t take them. You slide your hands up your ribs and hold your magnificent tits out for him to suck. Offer them to him, Carla. Don’t speak, but offer him your hard, tight nipples.”

  Carla’s body tightened and she did as Tim asked. She flattened her hands against her belly and slid them upward, lifting her full breasts and offering their rosy tips to the camera. When Tim asked her to open her eyes, she still envisioned an attractive man lying next to her on a blanket in the sun.

  “So good, Carla,” Tim said, trying to resist the lure of his own sensual story. He wanted to take the breasts being offered into his own mouth, but he knew that would come later. For the moment, he kept repositioning her, snapping pictures as the video camera hummed in the background. He finished his second roll of film and changed to a third while Carla stood up and removed the rest of her clothes.

  Ronnie had told Tim a lot about Carla and he had come prepared. He took a large piece of satiny soft leather from the nylon bag he’d brought and spread it on the chair. “Sit back down,” he said, “and close your eyes again. Feel the leather against your skin.” As she moved her naked body against the soft surface, Tim knew he’d been right. Leather would take Carla to the next level of sensuality. “Feel it, smell it. Fill your senses with it. Put your right leg over the arm of the chair and slide your ass forward…. Yes, that’s right.” Her pussy was wide open and shining.

  Carla was in a sexual daze. She’d never dreamed that the smell and feel of leather could arouse her so. She felt she was going to climax, but everything about this experience was soft and gentle. She didn’t understand it, but then she didn’t have to.

  “Go with it. Fly with the feelings. The blanket in the forest is made out of leather, soft, black, fine-grained leather. It’s becoming warm from the sunshine and the heat of your body, and the man is rubbing a corner of it over your legs, your arms, your belly. There’s no sound, except the rustle of his movements. You’re unwilling and unable to move. You just lie there in the sun absorbing the sensations. Open your eyes.” Carla opened her eyes, and Tim snapped several more pictures.

  “He’s stroking your clit faster now. It tightens your lower belly.” Tim watched Carla’s body and saw the tiny movements he’d been waiting for. “Do you want to touch your pussy, Carla? Are you so hot that you want to rub yourself while the man watches, while the camera watches?”

  Carla had never wanted anything more in her life. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Then do it,” Tim said. “Touch your pussy. Make yourself come.”

  Carla touched herself, one hand on her breast and one in her pussy. She rubbed and probed until the tightness in her breasts and her pussy became almost pain.

  “Rub it just right,” Tim said. He moved around, snapping pictures of Carla’s hand on her breasts, her fingers working in her cunt, her face as she strained in pleasure.

  Carla heard the click of the shutter and felt Tim’s movements around her. To her surprise, it added a new dimension to her excitement. She opened her eyes and watched the camera as it watched her. She moved so Tim could get a better view.

  “You’re close now, and you want to come,” Tim said, taking the video from the tripod and aiming so it captured Carla’s body and hands. “You like the camera watching you. You love it that I’m watching you. I can see everything. I’m going to record you as you come. Anyone who sees the pictures will see you getting off. Tell me when you’re going to come. Tell me, Carla.”

  “Now,” she said. “Oh yes. Now! I’m going to come right now! Watch me come.” Waves washed over her. She moved her fingers around her pussy touching the right places with exactly the right rhythm. She drew the orgasm from her body, bit by bit, savoring every spasm, making it last as long as she could. Tim alternated between the video and his still cameras, taking dozens of pictures and long moments of tape.

  While Carla recovered, Tim fused with his camera equipment. “Unbelievable,” Carla said. “I was really nervous about this, but you’re amazing. You’ve come a long way since you and Ronnie met.”

  Tim chuckled. “She told you about that?”

  “I’m sorry. I hope that doesn’t embarrass you.”

  “Not at all. That was the opening to a whole new world. She’s wonderful, you know.”

  “I know.” Carla sighed.

  Tim handed her a glass of water and she took a long drink as her breathing returned to normal. “If you’re recovered, why don’t we go upstairs and try on some of the costumes for your album photos.” He picked up the piece of leather and threw it over his arm. “And I think you should use a black leather cover on your book. Leather seems to turn you on.”

  Carla nodded her agreement. “I never realized it, but you’re right.”

  Naked but unembarrassed, Carla climbed the stairs with Tim behind her. “You’ve got great legs,” he said, “and a nice tight little butt. I like the way you walk around nude. You don’t parade, yet you don’t hide either.”

  “I used to walk around without clothes a lot but with three inquisitive boys, I don’t get much chance to anymore.”

  Tim squeezed past her and shot a few snaps of her walking up the stairs. “God, you’ve got a great body,” he said. “I love taking pictures of you.”

  She put her hands behind her head and raised her elbows.

  “You’ve got the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen,” he said.

  In the bedroom, Tim opened a closet and pulled out an evening dress. It was a column of royal blue silk with classic lines and a high neckline in the front. “I’ve seen Ronnie wear this and I’d like to see you in it,” he said. “You should wear primary colors, bright greens and blues. Red would look terrific on you, and black and white of course. Stay away from too much yellow and orange. It won’t go with your skin.”

  “You’ve got quite an eye,” Carla said, selecting a pair of tiny bikini panties from a drawer. “That’s exactly what Ronnie and J
ean-Claude said.”

  “I hope you don’t mind if I pick out a few things for you,” Tim said, flipping through the dresses.

  “Not at all.” She looked at the high-necked dress hanging on the closet door. “But isn’t this a bit tame for our photos?”

  “Wait until you see it on.”

  As Carla reached for a bra, Tim shook his head. “No bra. You don’t need it.”

  “You’re the boss,” Carla said. She pointed to a large jewelry chest that stood on the makeup table. “What do you suggest with this dress?” While Tim rummaged through the extensive collection of costume jewelry, Carla picked up the hanger and took a better look at the gown. From the front it looked almost demure, but the dress had no back. It was cut low enough to reveal the line between her cheeks. As she slipped it over her head, she said, “I’ll have more cleavage in the back than in the front.”

  “That’s the idea. That’s the first dress I ever photographed Ronnie in.”

  “It isn’t in the album,” Carla pointed out.

  “I know. I kept that picture for myself. I have it in my bedroom. I may keep the one I’m about to take too.”

  “Do you have fantasies about her?” she asked, fluffing her hair.

  “Not anymore. I did for a long time after our first meeting. Now we’re just good friends. We fuck now and again and I take her to an occasional party, but that’s about it.” Tim had selected a pair of large silver-and-diamond dangle earrings and he handed them to Carla.

  “They look like chandeliers,” she said.

  “Try them.”

  Carla stood in front of the mirror and clipped on the oversized earrings. Tim was right again. They accented the dress perfectly. “Change your makeup,” he said. “More eyes and a darker lipstick.”

  Carla quickly adjusted her makeup as Jean-Claude had taught her to and suddenly she was a seductive woman of the evening. “Brilliant,” she said.

  “Brilliant is right,” Tim said. He posed her with her almost-naked back to him, looking seductively over her shoulder. He snapped several pictures. “Now we come to album photos,” he said, opening Ronnie’s other closet. “Which of these says you?”

  “I don’t know. Which do you think I should wear?”

  “Not my decision. For the album you need pictures of fantasies that you would enjoy acting out with a friend. That’s a very personal decision.” He reached into the closet and took out the pink little-girl dress. “This fantasy is about the older man who likes to make love to virginal little girls. You wear white socks and Mary-Janes, white cotton undershirts and underpants.”

  Carla smiled as she put it on. Tim photographed her sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands folded in her lap and knees locked together, looking a bit scared.

  “This,” he said, holding a short wedding dress and a veil, “is a similar fantasy, deflowering a wedding-night virgin.” She dressed and Tim snapped that outfit as well.

  They continued for over an hour, with Carla portraying a cheerleader, an aerobics instructor, a bikini-clad nymphet, and a harem girl. When Tim suggested the stern teacher costume, Carla demurred. “I don’t think I’m the dominant type.”

  “Ronnie is,” Tim said, “and I have some very sexy shots of her with a whip in her hand and a man wearing nipple clamps licking her pussy.”

  “I never saw those.”

  “She has some particular pictures for special friends.”

  “Should I have a special album? I can’t see myself with a whip.”

  “I know that. But I have a different idea. Come with me into the other room,” Tim suggested.

  “What other room?”

  “Ronnie’s playground. She told me she hasn’t shown it to you, so let me.”

  “Should I wear anything special?” Carla asked removing her costume, a nurse’s uniform with a starched cap.

  “Just your beautiful skin.”

  Tim opened the door to the other bedroom and let Carla precede him. As she entered the room she gasped. Almost cave-like, it was darkened with wood-paneled walls and heavy velvet drapes. As Carla looked around she saw that the room resembled a dungeon with eyelets, chains, and bondage equipment proudly displayed on every wall. There were three differently shaped wooden benches with hooks and straps attached and two cabinets filled with items Carla didn’t recognize. A huge brass bed dominated one end of the room. As shocked as she was, Carla also realized that she could hardly breathe.

  Tim walked in behind her and wrapped his long fingers around one wrist, holding her tightly. “Exciting?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Ronnie thought as much. I took several rolls of film in here with Ronnie dressed all in leather brandishing whips and paddles. But I don’t think that’s you, is it?”

  Carla shook her head. She was picturing herself held down or chained, restrained and helpless with a man standing over her enjoying her vulnerability. Tim took her other wrist and held her arms against her sides. He put his mouth close to her ear. “The word is ‘popcorn,’” he breathed, rubbing his fully clothed body against her back. “Say the word and I’ll stop whatever I’m doing. And let me give you some advice. Never play in here without a safe word. And never play with anyone you don’t trust to honor it. Understand?”

  “Ronnie and I discussed that. I understand.”

  “Say ‘popcorn.’”

  “Popcorn.”

  Tim released her hands and moved away. “Now, stand here and look around the room while I get my camera. While I’m gone, picture yourself strapped into each piece of equipment, unable to escape. From now on, don’t speak unless I ask you a direct question. And don’t move!”

  The last was an order, one that Carla had no intention of disobeying. She looked around and studied each device. She imagined herself restrained in a few but she had no idea what many were for or how they worked. She didn’t care. Her palms were sweating and she was struggling to get air into her trembling body.

  “Good girl,” said Tim, reentering the large room. “You’re so excited, you’re ready to burst. That’s very good. Come here.” As Carla walked across the thick dark gray carpet her feet sank into its soft lushness. “Give me your arm.” Carla held out her arm and Tim fastened on a tight leather wristband. He looped a ring attached to the band over a hook on the wall and took a picture of her hand and arm.

  “You know you can unhook yourself any time you want.” Tim’s voice caused a heat wave to wash over her. “But you want to stay there. You want me to restrain you. That’s excellent.” He fastened an identical strap around her other wrist and one around each ankle. The rings attached to additional hooks on the wall so her arms were held out from her shoulders and her legs were spread about two feet apart.

  As the camera snapped, Carla imagined how she looked, fastened to the wall, controlled and helpless. God she was hot. If she could just touch herself…. But she wouldn’t move, couldn’t move.

  Tim walked over and kissed her full mouth. Then he slid his finger across her hip until it was against her clit. “You want to come? Just like that?” He stopped. “No. Not yet. I want to play a while.” He put the camera down. “After Ronnie and I had been together a few times, we discovered that we both have a love of dominance. I want to be in control. I want to be able to tease. I want to do anything and everything without any protest. Do you want to play with me?”

  Carla nodded. At that moment she wanted to be dominated by him more than she’d ever wanted anything else.

  “Do you remember the safe word?” he asked.

  “Popcorn,” Carla said.

  “That’s good. Now, a few questions. And I want honest answers. What if I hurt you, just a bit?” He pinched her nipple and twisted it hard.

  It was so sudden that Carla cried out.

  “Good or bad?”

  Carla paused, then admitted, “Good.”

  Tim grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her head back. He kissed her mouth, grinding his face against hers. She respon
ded, pressing against him as much as her bound body would allow. “A true playmate,” he said, unhooking her limbs from the wall. He pulled her over to a wooden bench, adjusted the length of its legs, and laid a leather spread over it. “This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time, but Ronnie is too dominant herself to really enjoy this. Lie down on your back.”

  Carla did, feeling and smelling the leather. “Inhale,” Tim said. “Smell your own aroma.” Carla breathed deeply and knew the scent of her arousal. She was so hot that she doubted it could get any better, but each time Tim spoke, it did.

  “Here’s something else for you to enjoy.” He slipped a leather blindfold over her eyes.

  The darkness was total. Being unable to see made her more aware of her other senses. She heard the rustle of Tim’s clothes as he moved around the room. She smelled leather and sweat and sex. She rubbed her hands over the leather, appreciating its rich texture.

  “Don’t move,” Tim said. Carla could hear the camera and imagined this scene as it would appear to those thumbing through her own ‘special’ pictures.

  “Now slide up until your head hangs off the end. There’s a pillow that will support your neck and let your head hang down gently.” She slid along the leather until her neck rested on the pillow and heard snaps as Tim fastened her arms and legs to the bench. “These aren’t hooks, they’re padlocks,” he said. “I want you to struggle to get free.”

  Carla experienced a moment of panic as she pulled at the locks. She had to test Tim’s words. “Popcorn,” she said.

  Tim fumbled with the first lock until her right arm was free. “Refasten it,” she said. “It’s all right.”

  “I was afraid that I’d gone too far,” he said. “I was seriously disappointed.”

  “Don’t be. I just needed to be sure.”

  “Of course you did.”

  Tim quickly relocked her wrist. “Now struggle. I want to see your body strain, unable to get free.”