Lately

It's been a while since I published a story and I'm anxious to explore the time since. This has been an important part of my life in which I got married to my beloved boyfriend Rick, had a child by him and have had to integrate my former life with my new one of wife and mother. I love my husband with all my heart and intend to spend the rest of my life with him but there are a few stories that should be told.
Some background is necessary in order for the stories I want to write to make sense. They start when I turned eighteen, graduated from high school, went to college and started fooling around with various people in BDSM scenes. Later there were the things that were done to me in the weeks leading up to my wedding, then my wedding night itself and my efforts to satisfy my new husband's every desire, then later getting pregnant, what happened to me while I was pregnant and after.
The previous stories I've published give an idea of how my life was preceding before I married. If you've read my story "Photograph" you know about my experiences as a model working for my photographer friend Harry. I started working for him many years ago, doing legitimate sportswear modeling jobs and bikini stuff. Day after I turned eighteen I enthusiastically removed the bikini and started pretty much exclusively doing nude work, almost always for Harry.
My family knew all about it. My mother is a Dutch girl who grew up in a family where nudity was a way of life and she too modeled in the nude, even now, for my Dad's enjoyment. She taught us, me and my two sisters, to be proud of our bodies, especially the girl parts, and I had no problem showing off mine. I have nude photos of me in my room and my mother has nude photos of her in the room she shares with my father. Per Dad's order mine are a little more discreet than Mummy's, which means no cunt in mine, though he has seen it in real life and seems not corrupted by the experience. Mummy gets to show hers, though. Whereas he has fathered six children with her he is presumably no stranger to it. And neither are her children since we have free access to their room and her pictures.
Whatever the case with cunts, Harry and I made good money from my photos. Some, which hid my face and my eager little snatch, he sold in local art galleries. Others, more explicit, he sold to an increasingly large group of private clients. We avoided any obvious spread leg shots and took no asshole shots but other than that I happily showed everything I had and Harry's clients were happy to pay good money to look at it. After a time we graduated to BDSM style work and set new records for sales. A simple image of me bound naked to a bed, spreadeagled and presumably eryaman otele gelen escort about to be fucked, sold as fast as Harry could send them out.
From that start we branched out. I gladly endured a number of sessions of my bare breasts and bottom being whipped by my own oldest brother, almost thirty years old at the time, in search of fine art photos and even more money. Harry was as ecstatic as I and my beloved husband when I got pregnant. Harry knew, and I soon discovered, that the monthly shots I did while pregnant, and soon after, included the best sellers of my by then five year nude modeling career. And speaking of being pregnant, after a frank discussion with my beloved, and because there was no sex involved, we decided I would continue working with Harry after I married.
Another aspect of my work with Harry is described in my story "The Little Sketching Group (LSG)". This tells about the group we formed to provide local artists freer access to a nude model (that would be me). Also, though I never wrote about it, I got the chance to work for a month in each of three years posing for artists in Paris with my cousin Eefje who lives in the Netherlands. Eefje is introduced here in my story "Amsterdam" which relates my times working topless in a club in Amsterdam, The Netherlands, and of course we were both over eighteen for those projects. The LSG was formed in the summer I turned nineteen by my photographer Harry and consists mostly of older males and a few females, many of whom are customers of Harry's photography business.
The LSG was seen to be necessary because though the local art galleries provided some opportunities for sketching enthusiasts work from the nude they are often a part of organized art classes and were rather strictly controlled. Harry's friends complained of ugly models, cold studios, hot studios, poor viewing angles and not enough pussy. That is opportunities to sketch pussy, not to get some. So Harry proposed an arrangement where he would start sketching classes at his photography studio and I would provide the pussy. For sketching purposes only, of course, though I have been propositioned a few times. This arrangement would solve the problems of heat, cold and viewing angles and allow people to sip wine and nibble on cheese and even nip out for a smoke.
I agreed and became principal model (chest puffs out) along with carefully selected guest posers including my cousin Eefje, my sister Robin while she was pregnant, my sister Molly while she was both pregnant and not pregnant and one of Harry's daughters, not pregnant and claiming to be a virgin which excited the artists. Everybody was at least eighteen of course. sincan escort Like with Harry's photos, after another frank discussion with my beloved, and again because there was no sex involved, we decided I would continue working with the LSG after I married.
The story I published here called "The Wenches" tells how me and my girlfriends formed a BDSM club on the Harrington estate next to my parents' home. Not mentioned is how we had to deal with the Harrington boys and their enforcement of their imagined "droit du seigneur" which supposedly entitled them to fuck one of The Wenches every six months, including me, in return for use of their property. Also not mentioned are the services they demanded from my friend Kristie who served as horse trainer on the estate and whose house they co-opted intent on having use of me one last time after we returned drunk the night of my bachelorette party. This presented a problem for me, as when I got engaged I immediately refused all invitations to sex except those from my beloved. What happened that night is one of the stories I need to tell.
In addition to the demands of the Harringtons I had to deal with the problem of how to continue with a role in The Wenches going forward. Most of the activities were fairly simple BDSM scenes. We did scenes among ourselves, ourselves being me, my best friends RaeAnn and Claudia, Kristie, who lived next door on the estate, and Bethany, Brittany and Danielle. Natch, everyone was over eighteen. We also did scenes for cash audiences and occasional extravaganzas. The story "Salem", published here, is about one of my Wenches adventures. It features Ferris, the chief torturer we employed in doing our most complicated Wenches scenes. I knew once I got engaged the scenes for cash audiences had to go as did my work with Ferris, especially because in the course of torturing us he also enjoyed sexual contact with his helpless victims. I knew that had to go but Ferris did not necessarily agree which leads to another story that needs telling.
The story "Welcome Home", published here, introduces Billy Andrade who later became my BDSM partner and was the primary beneficiary of my years playing the role of ethical slut leading up to the time I met my future husband. "Todd", the story, relates how Todd Henton, the guy, a friend of Billy and a former boyfriend of mine, had fucked me when I was just eighteen in a recreation of the rape scene from the movie Billy Jack, with me, the in this case willing victim, being tied naked to the ground and fucked. Todd, no longer my boyfriend, later on enjoyed my body frequently during the ethical slut period. For four years Billy and Todd were my main men. They were gölbaşı otele gelen escort former captains of the lacrosse team, five and four years older than I, and I got to know them when I was involved in cheering.
After graduation each year the captains, present and former, if over eighteen, put on a best body competition for cheerers who were eighteen and graduating that year or who had turned eighteen after they graduated the previous year and were thus too young to compete. Naturally one had to undress in order to show how good her body was. How far a girl stripped was up to her but I was determined to win. At first it looked like my only rival was a Latina named Jaisol Martinez but at the last minute Livvy Dunn, who had graduated the previous year but was too young at that time, joined in. Jaisol was shy but when Livvy stripped buck naked I did too. Naked or not we were both defeated by Jaisol who kept her panties on and has a fat bum. Later on I was told Livvy and I, naked though we were, split the Anglo vote and Jaisol sneaked through getting all the Latino votes. Fair enough.
The point is Billy got to see me naked for the first time and Todd got to see me naked for the first time since we had stopped dating. For that matter my oldest brother got to see me naked too, for about the nth time, because he is a former captain. What was a surprise to me at least was the presence of Mr. Brown, the faculty athletic manager, a kind of liaison between athletics and the school administration. Latter, during a period when the girls made themselves available to the guys who had supported them for best body, Billy, Todd and Mr. Brown approached me about beginning a relationship. There's a new story there too concerning the details of best body and also what happened when I did start a relationship with Billy and Todd and a separate one with Mr. Brown who later asked me to relieve his son, who I knew slightly, of his virginity as soon as he reached eighteen.
In addition to the above the tale of my break with Billy and Todd was not as easy as I had hoped. I of course told them no more sex after my engagement and no more scenes, as I feared what might happen after I was naked and bound. And for that matter no more seeing me naked, though they got around this by coming to LSG, where they also got to see my sister Molly in the nude. She refused dates with them as we have a strict rule among the three of us sisters about letting any boy have sex with more than one of us no matter when. We did tell Harry it was OK to sell them pictures of us. But that was not the tough part of the break. I had never let either Billy or Todd take me in my bum despite Billy's frequent requests and even unauthorized attempts when I was tied and helpless. Also neither had ever had a married girl nor one who was pregnant. All these things became problems and are the main things I want to write about.
Thanks for staying with me this long. I will try to make it worth your while with future stories.