THROUGH THE DOM’S LENS
Doris O’Connor
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
Sally
handed Maddy another tissue and winced in sympathy.
Allergies were a pain in the ass, but she didn't think she had ever seen such
an extreme reaction before. Maddy's beautiful almond-shaped
eyes were swollen so badly she could hardly see out of them. Red blotches
marked her usually flawless skin, and Sally had lost count of how many times
her much prettier sister had run to the bathroom since Sally had arrived with Maddy's emergency antihistamine subscription.
It
was pretty obvious, however, that Maddy would have to miss this photo shoot, which was a shame, because Maddy had talked of little else for weeks.
Junsako
Frederikson, or Master J, as he was known, was the bondage photographer,
it seemed. Well, Sally knew that. She'd been secretively following his work for
the last year now, ever since she'd discovered the world of BDSM Erotica, and
had taken it upon herself to do some research into the subject.
Not
even to her sister would she admit that, though, or how the hot poker of
jealousy had stabbed at her insides when Maddy had
landed this job. To be tied up and photographed by the expert in Shibari work—her panties flooded at the mere thought—it
would be all her secret fantasies wrapped up in a neat little bow.
Sally
smiled at the thought, until Maddy's wheezy statement
registered.
"Excuse
me?" she asked.
"I
said," Maddy coughed again, and Sally passed her
the glass of water her sister could only sip through a straw. Maddy rolled her eyes and tried again. "You will just
have to go instead of me. It's too short notice to get anyone else, and you
just don't stand up Master J."
"Aren't
you forgetting one important thing, here?" Sally slapped her sister on the
back as Maddy choked on the last mouthful of water,
and Sally squeezed her thighs together. This was ridiculous. The mere thought
of meeting Master J and her clit throbbed like crazy and arousal hummed through
her veins. Thank goodness Maddy was too doped up on
her allergy meds to notice.
"What
I would I be forgetting in this?" Maddy asked.
"People always comment on how alike we are, so he'll never suspect you
aren't me. Please, Sally, I wouldn't ask, but I need this job. If I turn him
down, I may never work in this field again."
"Dramatic
much, Maddy ?" Sally rolled
her eyes. "Folks have been able to tell us apart perfectly well since high
school. For starters I weigh at least twenty pounds more than you do nowadays,
and—"
Maddy cut
Sally's impassioned little speech off with a wave of her hand.
"Poppycock. Nothing a trip to my stylist won't cure, and besides I was
supposed to gain weight for this job. He's looking for a model with much more
curves than I normally have. That's how I got into this mess in the first
place. I've been eating non-stop to gain some weight, and clearly that didn't
agree with me." Her wheezing got heavier, and for the umpteenth time Sally
wondered whether she shouldn't take her sister to the hospital.
"Yes,
well, about that, are you sure those meds are enough? You don't need a shot or
something?"
Maddy shook her head.
"No,
I'll be fine now that you've got me my meds. If you really want to help me,
then do this for me. He might not even pick you. This is an audition, and he is
so fussy with his models, you would not believe, but I need to make an
appearance."
****
The
unobtrusive plaque on the wall simply read Frederikson Photography. Set
in a side street off London's West End no-one would have guessed this simple
solid oak front door would lead to Master J's home. Maddy had explained that he lived at the studio when in London, and the butterflies
that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in Sally's tummy since her
incorrigible sister had talked her into this insanity took off like a flock of
birds.
Sally
pressed the intercom button and waited.
"Can
I help you?" The melodic voice sounded oriental, and Sally
Doris O’Connor
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
Sally
handed Maddy another tissue and winced in sympathy.
Allergies were a pain in the ass, but she didn't think she had ever seen such
an extreme reaction before. Maddy's beautiful almond-shaped
eyes were swollen so badly she could hardly see out of them. Red blotches
marked her usually flawless skin, and Sally had lost count of how many times
her much prettier sister had run to the bathroom since Sally had arrived with Maddy's emergency antihistamine subscription.
It
was pretty obvious, however, that Maddy would have to miss this photo shoot, which was a shame, because Maddy had talked of little else for weeks.
Junsako
Frederikson, or Master J, as he was known, was the bondage photographer,
it seemed. Well, Sally knew that. She'd been secretively following his work for
the last year now, ever since she'd discovered the world of BDSM Erotica, and
had taken it upon herself to do some research into the subject.
Not
even to her sister would she admit that, though, or how the hot poker of
jealousy had stabbed at her insides when Maddy had
landed this job. To be tied up and photographed by the expert in Shibari work—her panties flooded at the mere thought—it
would be all her secret fantasies wrapped up in a neat little bow.
Sally
smiled at the thought, until Maddy's wheezy statement
registered.
"Excuse
me?" she asked.
"I
said," Maddy coughed again, and Sally passed her
the glass of water her sister could only sip through a straw. Maddy rolled her eyes and tried again. "You will just
have to go instead of me. It's too short notice to get anyone else, and you
just don't stand up Master J."
"Aren't
you forgetting one important thing, here?" Sally slapped her sister on the
back as Maddy choked on the last mouthful of water,
and Sally squeezed her thighs together. This was ridiculous. The mere thought
of meeting Master J and her clit throbbed like crazy and arousal hummed through
her veins. Thank goodness Maddy was too doped up on
her allergy meds to notice.
"What
I would I be forgetting in this?" Maddy asked.
"People always comment on how alike we are, so he'll never suspect you
aren't me. Please, Sally, I wouldn't ask, but I need this job. If I turn him
down, I may never work in this field again."
"Dramatic
much, Maddy ?" Sally rolled
her eyes. "Folks have been able to tell us apart perfectly well since high
school. For starters I weigh at least twenty pounds more than you do nowadays,
and—"
Maddy cut
Sally's impassioned little speech off with a wave of her hand.
"Poppycock. Nothing a trip to my stylist won't cure, and besides I was
supposed to gain weight for this job. He's looking for a model with much more
curves than I normally have. That's how I got into this mess in the first
place. I've been eating non-stop to gain some weight, and clearly that didn't
agree with me." Her wheezing got heavier, and for the umpteenth time Sally
wondered whether she shouldn't take her sister to the hospital.
"Yes,
well, about that, are you sure those meds are enough? You don't need a shot or
something?"
Maddy shook her head.
"No,
I'll be fine now that you've got me my meds. If you really want to help me,
then do this for me. He might not even pick you. This is an audition, and he is
so fussy with his models, you would not believe, but I need to make an
appearance."
****
The
unobtrusive plaque on the wall simply read Frederikson Photography. Set
in a side street off London's West End no-one would have guessed this simple
solid oak front door would lead to Master J's home. Maddy had explained that he lived at the studio when in London, and the butterflies
that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in Sally's tummy since her
incorrigible sister had talked her into this insanity took off like a flock of
birds.
Sally
pressed the intercom button and waited.
"Can
I help you?" The melodic voice sounded oriental, and Sally
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