Photography [Minnie & Anon]

[Minnie the Masochist]

Aleah Summers wasn't the best journalist for her paper, but she wasn't the worst either, and she knew that all too well. It was a thorn in her pride, that she was one of the more expendable of her peers. She knew that her articles were mediocre at best, her topics unengaging and boring. There wasn't anything remotely edgy in her work; she always played safe, but in this day and age, in her line of work, that wasn't enough. If she kept this up, she would soon find herself as a freelancer, or worse. She needed to catch a break. She needed to write about something that would shock people.

That's why, despite her disdainful feelings for his work, she was sitting across from the most infamous photographer in the city. His raunchy images equally shocked and impressed people, and his renown had only grown in the last couple of years. He received a lot of criticism too, but that was a good thing nowadays. Aleah wished someone would care enough about her work to criticize her, but the highest praise she had gotten was either from close friends who were very biased, or from her peers, who said her work was "fine". It was infuriating, that someone like this mysogynyst, sleazy guy was getting so much attention, while she, a proud and independent woman, got nothing in return for her work.

No, she didn't like his work, not at all. It bordered on pornography, and the way people treated women in these types of industries were despicable. Just thinking about what he represented was enough to make Aleah grimace at Edward. But, she quickly amended her face, forcing herself to smile at him. They had been talking for a while now, but she didn't feel like she had anywhere near enough material to write an extensive article, never mind one which would catch any attention. "Can you explain to me the artistic process for your work? It's quite, you know, unusual stuff, and some would say that it's even dehumanizing. What's going through your mind when you, ah, work with these models?"

Aleah was wearing a simple dress suit, looking very professional, with knee-length skirt and black heels.

 

[AnonMasterX]

Edward Carter was busy taking pictures all morning, until he had the appointment with Aleah. When the time came, it made him wonder why did he even bother taking up this interview. Of course, when the newspaper had approached him with the idea of having a reporter over to his studio to take his interview, he had expected it to be one the award winning writers - who would put his work through the spotlight of a million readers on the front page.

Instead, he got this dumb woman who sat across the room asking him half-assed questions which did nothing but infuriate him. The nerve she had, to even step in the studio and ask him about his work - that too, in such a retarded way. She couldn't see the bigger picture, her poor attempt at asking him questions displayed it openly. He had to busy himself by looking at her body, while he tried answering her lame questions.

Her suit was formal. A bit too formal for his taste - she was in a suit, while he was simply in a black shirt and jeans. He wondered why did she even need it in a place where most woman gave themselves up to be bare naked and violated. Her face wasn't that good, but a couple of slaps would fix that. She had a decent bust, and an ass that simply had to be spanked. She would be the perfect toy. He just needed a chance, and he saw it in the form of her next question.

"Can you explain to me the artistic process for your work? It's quite, you know, unusual stuff, and some would say that it's even dehumanizing. What's going through your mind when you, ah, work with these models?"

He smirked at the question. "Artistic Process? Hm, its actually quite complicated to explain, really. Some may call it dehumanizing, because they haven't been in the place of the female. They don't know the true nature of the art I am trying to portray - one that can only be seen, and explained through practice, and not through simple words." He explained, raising a small brow lightly. "If you wish, I can show you. That, will be better than any question you can throw at me." He taunted her ability lightly, with a small stress on the 'you'. He wanted to see if she could take the bait, after all.

 

[Minnie the Masochist]

On top of everything, the guy had been answering her questions condescendignly all day, as if she was less worth than him or something. That only helped to prove her expectations of him as being a sexist asshole, whose entire life revolved around the degrading of women. Not only degrading them, but publishing the filth to the world, and be praised for it. And he had been blatantly checking out her body, seeming to focus more on her appearance than on her words, which fit her idea of him very well. It made her skin crawl, just sitting across from this Edward, though she didn't know if was from disgust or anger.

His answer gave her pause, and she was about to laugh the request away and tell him in a polite manner to go fuck himself, but she opened her mouth only to bite her lip. The thought struck her that this, however horrible it sounds, might just be what she had been waiting for. A dull, uneventful interview would be passed by, even if the interviewee was of an exotic breed. Step into the actual shoes of the model, though… it may give the article just the juice it needs to catch attention. She could even include the pictures the shoot would produce. Sex did sell. She always played safe, and where had that gotten her?

She seemed to be weighing it over, and she almost overheard the indirect insult, as he'd been doing that the entire interview. "I… I think that would be a great idea," she said, but she didn't sound at all earnest, her voice flat and unenthused. "And you're right, of course, it would answer a lot more than my questions," she said, trying to feed into his ego, like she thought men like him liked. If she had to be a ditzy blonde for this interview to work, so be it. "So, uh, what's the first step? Take me through your process. I want to experience the entire workings of your art," she said, but was unable to make it sound like she believed it was art.

 

[AnonMasterX]

Edward could easily see the disinterest in her voice - she was bored out of her mind. Of course she was. She was not meant for things like these, but for things that were more fitting of dumb whores like her. To be obedient little slaves to be used, punished and tossed away. That was exactly what he was going to do with her today. She had no clue - which made this all the more sweeter. He could feel the hesitation in the atmosphere, and he smiled at her. It was merely an attempt to get her to feel comfortable in the beginning.

"The first step, for the model is to take off her clothes." He explained, as he stood up, and walked over to her. Extending his hand, he helped her to her feet, and stepped back as if gauging her length and thickness for the photo - while he was simply checking her out. He pretended to shrug lightly, while he turned to her once again. "Let me help you." He said, and stepped up closer once again. He knew she didn't like this one bit, and yet she wanted to go through this. She was desperate. Perfect.

He turned her around, so he was standing behind her. His arms went around her, and unbuttoned the tight shirt that held her magnificent globes tightly against her chest. Once that was unbuttoned, he pulled it off. He traced her spine lightly with his finger, as he brought it down to the skirt, and unzipped it, for her to step out. "That's perfect. Now go, lie down on your stomach, and bend over the seat there."

( Seat )

 

[Minnie the Masochist]

Aleah hated the situation she was finding herself in, but if she stopped it now, he probably wouldn't even want her to write anything at all about him. There weren't going to be any other stories like this, and she couldn't return empty-handed. Her boss had given her a shot with this interview, to prove that she was worth a damn, and if she failed, it might as well cost her the job, as there had been major cutbacks recently. They were looking for people to fire, she knew, and she had felt herself in their crosshairs. Her only advantage was being pretty, as the men in power had difficulty being mean to her, but she couldn't live off that for the rest of her career.

Take off the model's clothes… the first step didn't seem to really sink in before he took her hand, guiding her off the chair, and was placed there for him to oggle. Her large, tight butt looked indecent even now, in her modest skirt, curving outwards, making that hourglass-figure so much more evident. She could feel his eyes on her, and she blushed. She looked downwards, embarrased, but she couldn't make herself say anything. If she said anything, she was afraid she would say the wrong thing and upset him, because she felt like saying quite a few things which would upset him now.

And if the gross staring wasn't enough, the guy had the audacity to undress her! She gasped as her plump breasts were let loose, and her blush deepened. But, she didn't stop him, as he ran his hand across her back, or even as he undid her skirt. It was the most humiliating thing she had ever experienced, and yet, she felt a weird sense of thrill; a sense of danger, and of exposure. Yeah, that sounded good. That would definitely be in the article, she mused, as she was directed towards the padded bench.

She was glad that he hadn't gone further with the clothes, because if he had tried to take off her underwear, which was plain white, she thought she would have screamed at him and slapped his face. Walking over to the seat, she slipped out of her shoes and bent over the table, her legs still on the floor as her chest presshed against the leathery fabric. "So, uh, you undress all the models you work with? How do they respond to that? It, uh, it doesn't strike me as very professional," she said, speaking mostly to distract herself from the fact that her almost bare rump was on display for this creep.

 

[AnonMasterX]

Edward ignored the little jab she gave him, moving to his workbench as e responded to her question. "Honestly, most want me to undress them." He replied, as he pulled out a ball gag from the drawer. He knew he needed her to give in to it - she was one of those, who needed a bit of coaxing - so he decided on using a bit of the aphrosidiac. It was a simple application - a simple liquid he needed to apply on the gag. She would bite down on it, and it would go into her system. Easy.

Although he needed only one drop, he tossed five on it, and spread it all over. You can never put too much of the stuff on there - and plus, it would be fun seeing her all worked up and no way to get out of the situation. He wasn't planning on letting her go home today, after all. He walked back, and kept the gag down beside her. He locked her hands in place first - tightly, so they couldn't even move an inch, before he placed the gag around her mouth.

"Relax, I am not going to hurt you." He lied, an attempt to get her on board with the idea. All she needed was a minor push, and she complied. These sluts always did listen. He tightened it just enough so she couldn't speak - it held her jaw wide open, making it hurt a bit but he couldn't care less. He walked back, and grabbed her legs, pushing them on the seat and tying them in place too, so her ass was now spread wide, and in the air. "Perfect." He mused, landing a hard spank on her right ass cheek. "Let's begin."

 

[Minnie the Masochist]

Aleah's sense of vulnerability only heightened as her wrists were tied into place, and she looked up at Edward with a concerned look on her face. It had been easy enough to go along with this, to just say yes, but quite another to have him actually lock her arms in place. She hadn't really thought about what would actually happen, but of course it was going to involve bondage, since that was his whole thing. She had looked at a lot his work before coming here, so she should have realized how it was going to go down. Having her hands tied made her want to immediately break away. Feeling her freedom of movement being ripped away by this creep was a terrible feeling, and she got a bad feeling in her gut.

She just had to focus on the article, and the good it would do her. It was going to be worth it. It was going to be worth it, she repeated in her head. Just focus on the article, and everything would go by quickly. What had he said? That the women wanted to be undressed by him? That sounded strange, but then she supposed he would attract a certain type of woman; the sluts who wanted to, or even liked, to be tied down and photographed. To be dehumanized on screen.

"So, what, uh, what's your next big proj-," she began, but a big rubber ball shoved in between her lips cut off her words. She whined in a high pitch, instinctively protesting. The gag was too big, and it was very uncomfortable. She looked back at him, staring at him accusingly, just as he put his hands on her thighs and lifted her ass right up in the air, making it look even bigger an bubblier than it was. In this position, her legs were spread indecently, and the only thing between Edward and her was a thin piece of underwear. The spank hit her ass like a truck, and she gave a muffled yelp as her fat butt jiggled satisfyingly.

 

[AnonMasterX]

Her butt jiggled so perfectly, he simply had to spank it again to see the flesh move. He spanked her left ass cheek this time - harder than the previous one. Eyeing the two handprints on her fat ass, he stepped back. "See. I will be honest." He spoke, as he walked back to his camera, and picked it up, stepping up behind her so he could take a picture of her from behind, with a close up of her red ass. "I know you cant even write a decent article about anything." He walked around her, kneeling so he could take a picture of her scared, flushed face. "You are just too dumb for that." He added, after he had taken the picture, and reached in, giving her face a hard slap, before he pushed her hair behind, and held it in a tight ponytail, making her scalp sting.

"I am going to show you exactly what a bitch like you is good for." He smirked, and spat on her face, smearing it all over the slut's features, before he stood up, and peeled off his shirt. He was lean, not too muscular and not too thin either. He slapped her face one more time, before he moved back, behind her to face her ass. Unbuckling the belt from his hip, he pulled it out smoothly, smirking as he noticed she was watching him. He gazed into her eyes, as he curved the belt into a whip of sorts.

She smelled of fear. And god, did he love it.

He brought the belt crashing down on her ass. One after the other, he whipped her ass raw - alternating between her thick, fat buns. He laughed, watching them jiggle. Chuckled, watching her squirm. Whipped her harder, as he saw her ass start to get bruised. That's what a woman was for, after all. A toy for the man to play with, and do as he wished.