The Birthday Present by UltSubAsh.
It’s my birthday, and we are having a very special birthday party, although you have not told me much about it yet. However, here we are at lunch on my birthday and you have handed me my gift, a fairly bulky rectangular package.
Earlier in the year you thought long and hard about what birthday present to get me. You know that I have always wanted to have some very sexy photographs taken of you, but you have always been reluctant to be photographed. So you decide to indulge me, and that it might possibly be fun to surprise me with an unexpected album of naughty glamour photographs of you in somewhat suggestive, but tasteful poses.
So, three months before my birthday, you do your research and select a fashion photographer, Paul Clarkson, who’s work looks interesting. You contact him by email and ask if he would be interested in doing a private shoot, explaining that you would like to give your husband a very special birthday present, something naughty, but nice.
You agree on a date to meet him for a chat. He tells you to bring a couple of outfits that you would like to be photographed in, one conservative, one more risqué. He tells you that it is likely to take more than one shoot, as it will take you some time to get comfortable for the camera. That sounds quite sensible to you. He also assures you of one hundred percent total discretion, which is reassuring.
As we make love in the following days before your first meeting, you find yourself getting quite aroused at the thought of what you are about to do for me. You think quite a lot about which outfits you want to be photographed in, there are so many choices. Which are my real favourites, you wonder?
On the appointed day, you turn up on the doorstep of the studio, feeling surprisingly nervous. You have chosen to wear a tailored dark blue suit for the occasion, with matching bra, panties and garter belt, and rounded off by spikey six inch pumps. The door is opened by a very good looking black woman, Sandrine, who welcomes you and tells you that she is Paul’s assistant. What you notice about her immediately, besides her very pretty face, are her huge breasts. She is stacked.
She shows you into the studio, a big open space with some black leather furniture, couches and chairs, and a pile of photographic equipment. As you are looking around, getting your bearings, the door on the far side of the studio opens, and a very handsome, thirtyish black man walks in. “Hi, I’m Paul,” he says, with a big smile.
Now you are flustered. It had never crossed your mind that Paul might be black, and very handsome. All the adventures we have been having with black guys, and now you end up in the studio of a good looking black photographer, who is about to take some very provocative photographs of you. Oh well, too late to back out now you think, as you flash him what he will think is a winning smile.
“So, let’s sit and chat for a while about what you are looking for,” says Paul, indicating for you to come and sit next to him on one of the couches, “Maybe we should look through one or two of my portfolios so you can see how we might approach this assignment. Sandrine, maybe you can get us a glass of wine while we chat.”
Immediately, you start to feel at ease with Paul. He strikes you as a real professional, someone who will be able to deliver the perfect birthday gift for me.
You chat for a while, discussing what kind of portfolio you are looking for. You find him easy to talk with. You tell him a bit about our relationship, the romantic evenings, the dominance — submission thing, but nothing about our interracial adventures. So you tell him that you want a series of photographs that are naughty but nice, but which emphasize your dominant nature. Yes, you agree, a whip would be an appropriate accessory in some shots.
Paul complements you on your choice of outfit, and suggests that he take a few preliminary shots of you before you leave.
Now, just over three months later it is my birthday, and I undo the wrapping to reveal a thick, photograph album bound in red leather. The title on the album is “Exploring Elspeth” You do feel a bit nervous, but you are pretty sure that I am going to like my present. You watch as I scan the table of contents, and then turn to the first series of photographs.
Series 1: Elegance
You are in posing in a lovely, classically tailored dark blue suit, with matching pumps with 6 inch heels. You look stunning, very elegant. There are six shots of you in various poses, the most adventurous being one where you are sitting with your legs crossed, exposing quite a bit of thigh and just a hint of stocking top.
Paul wanted me to start feeling comfortable getting photographed, so he had me pose initially in outfits that I wear every day. That first afternoon, even after a glass of wine, I was very conscious of what I was doing, quite stiff and uncomfortable. He actually took quite a lot of shots of me, but there were only a few that we thought were good enough to use.
Series 2: Fetish
You are posing in your red leather dress with a slit along the side of the leg, one of my favourites, revealing thigh high leather boots. You look incredibly sexy, a real vamp. There are a dozen shots in the series, in all of which Paul manages to make you look very dominant, particularly the last three or four, shot as if looking up at you, whip in your hand, from a submissive’s position. He really captures your dominant nature very well.
We took these shots on my third visit. There was nothing we decided to use from the second shoot, but by the third visit I was starting to become much more comfortable in front of Paul and Sandrine, and he told me to think of Sandrine, who was in a pretty slutty outfit that day, as my submissive. I didn’t actually whip her, but it was in interesting feeling, telling her to get down on her knees, crawl towards me, and lick my boots.
Series 3: Daring
You start off posing in a long, filmy black silk dress which is unzipped from the back by the hand of an unseen black female. When it slips to the floor, you are seen in black silk lingerie, bra, garter belt, panties, stockings and high heeled pumps. You look sensational, the ultimate sexy, mature glamour pin-up. You continue to model in a series of very suggestive and revealing poses. The bra and panties are discarded. You sit and then lay back on the couch in the studio, your fingers teasing your nipples and your cunt lips. The unseen woman hands you a long, thick black dildo, which you start to use on yourself. The last shot shows you enjoying what looks to be a very intense orgasm.
This was our fourth shoot. When I started out, I really thought that stripping down to my lingerie would be as far as we would go, but I had drunk a couple of glasses of champagne before we started, and I was starting to feel very comfortable in front of the camera, particularly because I was finding Paul to be very attractive.
It was Paul’s idea that Sandrine unzip my dress. He thought that it would introduce a question mark into the photograph. Then he got me to play with myself. That was a bit awkward at first, but not for long, as I came very quickly. Then Sandrine handed me the dildo and I was lost. After that last shot, Paul put down his camera, and then he and Sandrine seduced me. I lost count of the number of times I came over the next couple of hours.