Dominated by the Camera

Kara bit her bottom lip nervously as she approached Amy's house. It was late Friday evening and the sound of her feet striding along the sidewalk seemed to be the only sound in the usually busy town. Even the black sky above seemed to be casting an ominous tone on the events ahead. Kara was a stunning twenty three year old with straight raven hair that cascaded down each side of her face and rested gently on her shoulders. Her emerald colored eyes were offset by a pair of luscious ruby lips shaped perfectly for her face. She was blessed with a pair of 36-B breasts encircled by soft brown areola, and pert nipples that grew hard at the slightest provocation. Her tight abdomen and long, slender legs made her a stunning sight. Amy was twenty five with fiery red hair that twisted in locks on each side of her feminine face, soft pouting lips, and doe-like eyes. In contrast to Kara, Amy's breasts were a size 34-C with soft puffy nipples. Her 5' 4? frame would give the appearance of a rather shy and demure character. Both had met while attending art and photography classes at a prestigious college. As they shared the same interest in fetish art and erotic photography they often chatted at breaks or lunch. During these chats Amy had learned a few things about Kara that had piqued her interest. Kara, like herself, was bisexual, currently not in a relationship, had many of the same interests as she, and best of all Kara had all the signs of a submissive female. Amy was always the dominant when involved with another female. Instead of pursuing anything with Kara though, Amy had chosen to devote her time and effort to her classes. Fate intervened as both Kara and Amy soon advanced to being the top two students in the class and found themselves locked in a contest with each other to submit the best overall artwork in the category of digital art. The winner would be given a showing at a trendy art gallery known to launch several local artists. In the weeks leading up the contest they worked fervently at creating what they hoped would be the winning entry. Kara submitted a brilliantly colored painting with an oversized, monstrous dragon confronting a nude female warrior brandishing a shining sword that rested on her shapely ass. The details of the Ümraniye Escort painting were incredible and would have easily won if not for Amy's more erotic themed fantasy of a nude female in a dark and eerie dungeon being guarded by a muscle-bound hunk. After careful appraisal the art professor declared Amy the winner. A deep sense of dread overcame Kara as she recalled the conversation two days earlier. The professor had presented a way for the students to earn some extra credits by pairing off and one agreeing to model for the other in a photography session. For this event he wanted it to be sexual themes, exploring the worlds of dominance and submission, BDSM and other fetishes. He wanted them to explore lighting, texture and creativity in their shots. Both Kara and Amy agreed that the winner of the art contest would do the photography, and the loser would be the model. The professor accepted the pairing and Amy had instructed Kara to be at her house at 11 P.M. Friday night, and to be prepared for a long night. For Amy it presented the golden opportunity. She could work on her photographic skills and also manipulate Kara. Under the guise of modeling she could dominate Kara through the lens of her camera and that is precisely what she intended to do. Kara ascended the two story brick house that Amy lived in alone. Ringing the doorbell, she was soon greeted by a beaming Amy, wearing a bright red midriff top and faded jean shorts. She was holding a glass of wine and motioned Kara inside. The smell of incense filled the air as Kara looked around the spacious living room. It was decorated in a casual style, but what caught her eyes the most were the erotic paintings and drawing that adorned the walls. They were BDSM themes, and some very explicit. ? Shy??Amy remarked coyly as she caught Kara's response to the pictures. ? No, I like them, they are very...intense,? Kara remarked cautiously. Even though Kara knew Amy was interested in fetish art, she expected Amy to be a studious recluse; instead Kara was already seeing a different side of Amy. Moving quickly, Amy carefully changed the subject. ?I do my best work at night, which is why I asked you to come over at this hour. I am more motivated,? Ümraniye Escort Bayan she grinned as she looked Kara in the eye. ? Good for you,? Kara remarked, not fully knowing how to answer the remark. ? I am so excited to have you as my model. Remember you did agree to anything. We will be going down to the basement for what I have in mind, but would you like some wine first?? Amy remarked with a slight impish grin. ? Sure, why not,? Kara remarked as she slumped down onto a nearby couch and tried to get more comfortable amid the growing apprehension of what she had gotten herself into. Even though Kara had lost the class competition, the extra points would still put her in a good position to be recommended to one of the art galleries. The two began chatting about various things as they drank the wine. ?What I have in mind is a series of photos around the theme of you being kidnapped by a cruel Mistress. A helpless captive being forced to submit to her every desire; that sort of thing. I hope you find it exciting. Remember it is like acting. You really have to possess the mindset of a captive and put yourself into the situation for the pictures to look authentic,? Amy mused as she sipped her wine; carefully setting up the seduction she had in mind. Kara's heart was racing wildly as she tried to imagine what Amy had in store for her, and trying to convince herself it was only art, yet there was something lurking beneath the facade that Kara sensed but could not yet fully determine. Shortly before midnight Amy suggested they head down stairs and get things ready. Kara followed Amy down the wooden steps that led to the dark basement. The sense of dread Kara had been feeling was confirmed the moment the basement lights were turned on. To her shock and utter amazement, the entire basement was a well equipped dungeon; Metal cages, tables with straps, leg irons and wrist irons were fastened to the walls. Whips, feathers, and even candles could be seen strewn on top of a nearby table. ? Amy, I know I agreed to this, but...I am really not into the bondage scene,? Kara remarked as her eyes scanned the array of items with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Amy flashed Kara a cold, icy stare Escort Ümraniye as she picked up an expensive camera and readied it. ?It?s just art Kara. We can create some amazing things here, but if you want to back out, I can call the professor and...? ? No!!? Kara interrupted as she hung her head sheepishly. ?I will do it. I am just nervous is all.? she replied. ?And by the way, where the hell did you get all this stuff?? Kara inquired. A devious smile formed on Amy's lips as she worked with the camera. ?My dear ole uncle left me this place in his will. I found a little antechamber he had covered up. Who knew his little secrets? Over the last year or so I have added some things to kind of fuel the fantasy,? Amy smiled. ? You have actually used these things??Kara remarked as she paced slowly along a small table of items. ? Let's get started shall we? Amy remarked. ?Take off all of your clothes.? Kara' could feel a wild and strange excitement racing through her at the thought of getting naked in front of Amy but it was the tone in Amy's voice that she found even more alluring and provocative. She bit her bottom lip nervously and began removing her clothes until she stood naked and quivering slightly in the strange basement/dungeon. ? Good girl. Let's have a look at you,? Amy remarked as she slowly walked around Kara. Kara could feel Amy's eyes roaming every inch of her as she blushed slightly. The momentary awkwardness was soon interrupted as Amy gave the instructions for the first shot. ? I want you to go half way up the stairs and lean in against the brick wall with your back facing me.?Amy remarked. Amy knew the lighting at the top of the stairs would bathe Kara's body perfectly, creating the illusion of a submissive female in a soft pose. As she strode towards the basement steps she tried to imagine what Amy was seeing and how she appeared to the camera. Amy took a self-indulgent moment to admire the way Kara's ass swayed as she began the trek up the steps. ? Stop! Now lean against the wall. Stretch out your arms wide above your head. Lower your head downward so that you are looking at the floor.? Amy instructed as she readied her camera. The image of Kara's body casting a shadow against the wall; the soft light illuminating her from the rear, was skillfully captured on film to Amy's delight. As Kara listened to the camera click, the realization that the entire class would soon be seeing these photographs sank in. As Amy gazed through the lens her keen eyes saw Kara's fully erect nipples and a crooked smile formed on her lips.