Part 7-6

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I grinned, thinking I knew where her mind was at, and playing into it. "Yeah it is! We've only done the intro part so far, you know, recreating some of the scenes we've done before, but it's been really fun. Knowing it's getting filmed adds a new spin to it, so it really doesn't feel like we're repeating ourselves."

Vivian's clicking intensified and she went into a string of instructions to her team. She usually stayed quiet on Overwatch chat except for when a game was close. There was always some dick who made being a woman on the internet awkward.

Finally, she let out a contented sigh. "Good games guys. So, have you shown it to them yet?"

"What? Oh, asking me. Nope, I'm still working on editing and we've got the last scene to film. Right now I'm trying to think of what to say for the birthday forced orgasms scene."

Vivian gasped slightly in the way she usually did when I mentioned intimate details casually in conversation. "You've been doing that the whole time?!"

"Yep! What did you think I was doing?"

"Not porn," she said with a laugh.

It was always fun to make her flustered. "You wanna see it?" I asked, teasingly.

If it were months ago and I'd just met Vivian, I would have been surprised when she instantly said yes. But it wasn't, and I knew my friend well enough to understand how her mind worked.

As silly as it probably was considering the situation, I quickly hid all the tabs on my desktop with actual porn. Everybody always has a few of those, right? It isn't just me? It probably also says something about us that I had the impulse to hide the smut I watched but was totally fine with showing her my naked body. Hell, I was more concerned about what she'd think of my editing job than worried about her seeing more of me naked.

"I'm still trying to figure parts of Blender out," I said as the scene opened with scrolling text on the left third of the screen while Malcolm tied ropes around me on the right. "There's a ton of features I feel like I could use better, but maybe for something like this, simpler is better?"

"It looks great so far! I like what he's doing with the tie, it looks cute on you with the weaving."

"Yeah! That feels really nice on your skin too. That's something he only learned how to do recently, we did something much more basic back during my actual birthday."

Vivian muttered under her breath reading, then said, "that was the day we all played basketball together! I remember that, it was so much fun."

"Yeah, we were figuring out who was going to pair up—"

"—I was right about most of them—"

"—and the whole time I was plotting to spring my love on Malcolm."

Vivian sighed, as if she were watching a romantic scene in a Disney movie rather than Malcolm lining the Hitachi up directly with my clit. "I'm so happy it's worked out so well for you."

Malcolm turned the Hitachi on high, the loud vibrations and my reactions to them cutting off the conversation. It wasn't very long -- just 60 seconds. Just enough to get the flavor of what was happening, along with the snippet story from our history. Still, I'd picked the clips to be provocative. Twenty seconds of getting tied, then ten seconds of each of the four orgasms Malcolm had forced out of me.

"Wow," Vivian said, a little breathlessly when the clip ended, "you look like you had a good time."

"Have you ever had a vibrator pressed against you after you cum? That shit is torture!"

Vivian's voice betrayed that I'd flipped her switch, "Like I said, a good time."

"What did you think? Did it seem too abrupt?"

"What?" Vivian sounded distracted. "Oh, no, it was fine. Maybe try to make the text bit shorter? It's a little distracting after you start getting loud."

"Hmm..." Where could I cut words? Maybe the bit about the munch beforehand?

"—wonder what David would think—" Vivian murmured, just loud enough for her mic to pick it up.

My grin split wider. "My oh my, what's going on in your head?"

When she realized I'd heard, I swear, Vivian's blush was intense enough to be felt over the internet.

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Taking the advice Malcolm and Sam had given him to heart, in all the time they were exploring and building experience, David encouraged Vivian to be open about what turned her on. What fantasies she had, what kind of scenes she would like, and how he could make that happen for her. He was so understanding and encouraging, he made it difficult to feel embarrassed by the graphic details of her inner slut's dreams and desires.

There were certainly a lot to choose from, but out of everything, one idea had captured her imagination and wouldn't let go.

It wasn't a completely new idea. It had started with how well things had gone with David feeling naturally assertive when she was his model, and how that made her feel. In her daydreams since, Vivian had imagined how they could capture that same energy again. Still, Devyn had taken things a huge jump further. How was Vivian supposed to keep from imagining herself in Devyn's place when Devyn shared stories and the video of what she and Malcolm were doing?

Vivian didn't want to admit, not even to herself. Every time she thought about it, butterflies turned her stomach inside out, and she instinctually fidgeted in her clothes to try to cover herself more thoroughly. It was so extreme, so far beyond having David draw her... and yet, the idea just wouldn't leave her alone. What would it be like to model for David like she'd done before, except naked and, this time, with a camera?

The pure dirtiness of the idea never failed to turn her on. It would be like she was a pornstar! An actual fact slut! She wouldn't just feel slutty, she would actually be one! She, Vivian, the girl whose friends joked about showing less skin in public than the average nun, would have her body on display and recorded for the ages.

There would have to be limits. Showing her face was a non-starter. There was only so much she could bite off before the nervousness became too much. But, as Devyn pointed out when she finally wormed the confession out of her, there were tons of models who hid their faces. She recommended a few sites, and Vivian felt the fantasy taking firmer root as she explored. The BDSMGW subreddit especially -- the way people proudly showed off their kinky desires and commenters were so positive and appreciative made it more appealing and less intimidating.

Hiding one's face seemed to be perfectly normal there, at least. It wasn't that Vivian was planning to post the pictures anywhere... it was just the rush of the idea that did it for her. It made things seem even more dirty, and she loved everything about that.

And so, the theme for her first full scene with David came to be.

For his part, David was a lot less surprised than she expected. Come to think of it, Devyn hadn't been very surprised either. Did everybody think she was some kind of closet exhibitionist? They'd both had the kind of tone that made them sound like they'd been waiting for her to see something that should have been obvious. Like she was the last horse crossing the metaphorical finish line.

Vivian had to smile, thinking about it. Maybe her friends got a kick out of seeing her finally admitting to herself how much fun her inner slut was when she didn't spend all her time feeling ashamed of herself.

One way or the other, David really liked the idea. He jumped into planning a scene out for them, and as tempting as it was to spy on what he was doing, Vivian held herself back. They talked a lot about what they were both comfortable with, and some things were good to know going in, but it was nice to leave a bit be surprised by.

One thing Vivian did know that it would involve a lot of rope. David had really taken to it. He said he really liked the artistic way it looked on Vivian's body, the craftsmanship that went into making it all come together, as well as the way it enforced his control over her. All that was perfect, because Vivian loved all that about it too. It was a ton of fun serving as his test dummy while he practiced, especially when he tried out more restrictive setups and had fun with her defenseless body.

So, after all the anticipation and buildup, when the day for the scene finally came and Vivian found herself being tied, it was familiar territory. She stood in position two -- similar to one, except with her arms up and fingers intertwined behind her head rather than arms crossed behind her -- and enjoyed the uniquely constraining softness that only silky-smooth ropes bring.

Vivian had found that she liked leaning her head back and closing her eyes while Master David worked. She could block out everything but his hands on her body and the ever tightening layers of control being draped around her. Little by little, a breath at a time, she could feel herself relaxing into it, responsibility for herself drifting away as Master became a natural part of David's name in her mind.

Unbeknownst to her, David was watching her face, glad that he'd managed to give her what she wanted. Vivian looked exactly like she did when they slept together and she was having a pleasant dream. She did this thing with the corner of her mouth where it twisted up every now and again, and it was incredibly cute. It made it easy to forget she wasn't the innocent girl she appeared on the outside.

Master David started by draping the rope around her shoulders, letting it fall in two lengths down the front of her body. He straightened it out, leveling the lengths so it was even on each side, which involved a lot more of his hands on her body than was probably strictly necessary, but Vivian wasn't about to complain. Anytime he wanted to grope her nipples or feel her ass, he was more than welcome to!

He brought the rope up between her legs, one on either side of her pussy, pressing in from either side and immediately making her feel it. From there, it went up her back, until it finally joined with itself behind her neck. From there, Master brought it back around and around her, crisscrossing her body like a web. With great care, Vivian felt him positioning her breasts and running rope under and around them, creating a harness that very slightly constricted each breast around the base, making them stand out from her body a little and feel warmer and fuller.

As much as she loved being handled roughly, the soft care and meticulousness of Master David's touches made her feel like she was a piece of art he was working on. It made her feel hot all over. Everywhere his attention passed, her focus followed, making his touches seem more intense and leaving her eager for more.

Her arms were next. One at a time, he brought them behind her back and secured them into the web with ropes above her elbows and around each forearm. Finally, with a firm hold on her body and a gentle word in her ear, he guided her down to her knees, tying around her calves and thighs to secure her in a kneeling position.

Vivian opened her eyes, blinking to try to get the world back into focus, to find her own reflection right in front of her. At some point, Master David had placed a mirror in front of her, with his camera on a tripod poking out just above it, recording everything that happened.

Seeing it there sent a shock through her. Her eyes darted between the lens and the mirror, nervousness battling against arousal for dominance. She knew it was stupid, the thing had been on the whole time, and it wasn't like anybody would see the pictures unless she showed them, but she'd worked it up in her mind so much that it felt huge and ominous. The familiar urge to cover herself up took hold of her and her heart beat spiked as if she'd broken into a sprint, the foggy, relaxed state she'd been in vanished.

"Hey, what's wrong?" David asked, calmly, folding his arms around her from behind.

Vivian started to say it was nothing, but stopped herself. "It's just... real. Not just a fantasy anymore."

"We can stop if you like. It's no prob—"

"No!" Vivian surprised herself with the urgency in her own voice. She was supposed to be done with being ruled by negativity! "I'm fine. I'll be fine in a minute. I'm sorry I'm being such a scaredy cat."

He shook his head reproachfully at her reflection. "Don't apologize for your feelings." Vivian caught his look in the mirror and started saying sorry again, but caught herself.

"Yes, Master."

"Good." He shifted around her, coming between her and the mirror and blocking the view. It helped, even if it was just for a few seconds. "I think you might feel a little better after I've dolled you up."

"Dolled me up, Master?"

"Yep!" He said, a cryptic smile working its way across his face. "Close your eyes again and keep them shut."

For the next... however long it was? Half an hour? An hour? Longer? It was hard to keep track, but Master David showed just how many things he dabbled in. If he ever lost all his art contacts, he could get a job at a salon. He started by putting her hair up. It was hard to tell, but it felt like he was arranging it in some kind of bulb and using something solid to keep it up. Then he started in on her face, and it became obvious why he needed her eyes closed.

Really, it felt more like a spa day than a bondage scene, and with nothing to look at or focus on other than his ministrations, Vivian's mind wandered. Whatever he was doing must have involved multiple layers. The first layer felt like it was something waxy, and that made it difficult to tell what came afterwards. She wanted to hold out until the end, but kneeling for so long made her knees seriously ache, and she ended up having to ask for a pillow to put under them.

She was being pampered! As she felt him pat at her face with brushes and a sponge, going over her skin again and again like she was one of his paintings, that kept replaying in her mind. Her master was making her beautiful! Neither of her previous dominants had cared much about putting her in fetish clothes or making her pretty or anything like that. They just wanted her for her holes. David... well, he definitely liked her body, but still. It felt wonderful to get so much of his attention. She was literally being treated like she was his canvas, all of his focus and attention direction on her as he turned her into something beautiful.

"All done. You can open your eyes now."

This time, the reflection looking back at her was unrecognizable. She looked nothing like Vivian, even though it was still the same her from the collarbones down. Her face and neck were as white as snow! On top of that, he'd given her bright red lipstick and dark eyeliner, and put her hair up with a flowery comb. She looked like a Geisha!

Her reflection smiled, and it took Vivian a second to realize she was too. As much as the image was a shock, that was her! She was the geisha on her knees in the mirror, all trussed up with ropes with her master standing over her.

It felt right. More than right, it felt liberating. As little as it seemed, it felt symbolic of Master being here to catch her. Her nerves ebbed away, and Vivian tilted her head slightly, eyes glued to the mirror, wanting to see other angles.

"Do you like it?"

By his voice, she could tell he already knew full well, but she said it anyway. "It's wonderful, Master."

"That's good, because we're only halfway done."

"Really? Do you have a kimono and a tea set hidden somewhere?"

"Nope," He laughed, then held up a paintbrush in one hand and what seemed to be a handful of sticks in the other. "Next I'm going to make your tits look even prettier." That perked Vivian up! While he'd been working, she had unconsciously slouched as far as her bondage would let her, but at the mention of her chest, she straightened so fast it made her breasts bounce. David raised an eyebrow. "I take it that means you're over your stage fright?"

Vivian turned to bat her eyelashes at the camera, imagining herself as every bit the slut she felt, and feeling nothing but excitement. She was her master's slut, and she was out to play. She twisted back and forth, making her breasts dance. Being on display for the camera felt dirty -- wanting to be seen made it feel even more dirty -- and it only made the throbbing in her core intensify.

For the first time, she fidgeted against the ropes, impulsively wanting to get a hand between her legs. If she could see how flushed her pussy was in the mirror, that meant the camera could tell how turned on she was getting, which of course only made her want to satisfy her stiffening clit even more.

The heat only rose as Master David started working on her left breast. He had some paint ready and set in with short, careful dabs on her skin. The sensations of paint and brushes on that sensitive area was so much different than getting makeup on her face. Each stroke felt wet and cool, the bristles ticklingly light, almost making her want to giggle. She even did a few times, but quickly forced herself back under control. He didn't seem to mind, but he held her breast firmly just below the binding rope to make sure it stayed still.

In one way, it wasn't a very sexual touch. It was almost businesslike. He had a goal to accomplish, and the goal wasn't giving her pleasure. The way he handled her breast, shifting it get the angles with the brush he wanted and gripping her to keep it steady was the same way he'd hold his sketchpad if they were out in the park. But, contradictory though it felt, something about that made it seem even more sexually charged to Vivian. Like, more than simple words, he was using her body like it was his property. It made Vivian feel possessed and owned.

It was a pretty basic design he was giving her. Two flowers with green stems, their bases crossing beneath her nipple, rising to arc around her nipple on either side, then crossing again above it with colorful bulbs close to her chest. It looked really pretty, and Vivian hoped it would come out in the picture the same way she saw in the mirror.

Master David paused, eyeing her other breast thoughtfully. "Honestly, I have no idea if this is going to work or not. I got the idea after we tried spanking, and I've been practicing a bit on myself." He brought up one of the thin wooden sticks he'd had before, using one finger to bend it slightly and watching as it sprung back when he released. "I've got to go fast or the redness will fade on the bottom before I'm done."

Before Vivian could wonder what he was talking about, he brought it right beside her other breast, lined it up underneath her nipple, pulled back the end with his finger while holding the alignment steady, and let it go. It wasn't that hard, and if it had been anywhere else on her body, it probably wouldn't have hurt that much. But this was her boob! It bit into her with an intense stinging that lingered, hot and painful as he quickly lined up the next stroke to intersect the first.

In the mirror, Vivian watched, surprised by how bold and distinct the red lines he left were against her pale skin. He worked on each line a few times, striking her again and again until the impression was the way he liked, the stinging getting hotter every time. It hurt, but as she settled into it and let her mind accept it, Vivian realized it wasn't that bad. She'd certainly managed much worse. After the initial sharp burst of each stroke, the hurt lost its edge and turned into something closer to a hot achiness that almost felt kind of pleasant.

The design wasn't perfect.

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