The Photo Shop

The Photo Shopby Candyman666©

All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. Please don't be afraid to let me know what you think of my stories. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or localities is entirely coincidental.

To help you keep track of the different characters in the series, a list can be found on my author's page in order of their appearance in the stories.

Chapter 85: Melissa's initiation.

"In view of the coming procedures, I thought it best to keep it light, Lew."

"Excellent, yes indeed, Tanja doesn't mind any kind of bodily fluids except vomit. If that happens, it is like you would use your stop word; she stops everything immediately."

"Stop word?"

"What is a stop word?" Melissa wanted to know.

"That, my dear, is an essential part of playing downstairs. Sometimes it can be very intense, like you sometimes see in these BDSM porn movies, and then to make sure no boundaries are crossed, the dom and sub agree on a stop word or system to slow down or stop the game completely. That is something you will need to agree on with Tanja before she starts to play with you."

"Do I need to think of a word then?"

"That is one of the possibilities. When she plays with someone she doesn't know, she usually suggests using the traffic light system. If there is any doubt how you are taking it, she will ask you what your color is at that point. If you're OK, you can reply "green"; if you're still OK but would prefer it to be a little less intense or painful, "orange" is the color. I don't need to tell you when you need to shout "red," I guess?"

"That's clever."

"Yes, it is. One of the other things you need to know is that you will never address your Master unless he or she asks you a direct question. If she does, you will always answer, followed by her title. 'Never use the Master's name. The only deviation from the no-speaking rule is when you can't take it anymore, you can shout red any time you want. But be aware that if you do it, the session is immediately and completely over."

"I had no idea they had such strict rules."

"It would be far too dangerous if they didn't."

"Did you also have a stop word, Georgina, when you played with Tanja?"

"Yes, mine was airline."

"You didn't use the traffic light system then?"

"No, I had agreed up front with Tanja that it was supposed to be a light session."

"I see. So when do we go downstairs, Lew?"

"We have an appointment at nine; that's in ten minutes. We need to dress you in that piece of clothing I asked you to bring with you."

"She's not going to set me on fire, is she?"

"No, the only hot stuff you might possibly feel is some hot melted wax."

"Oh, can I skip a visit to the beauty parlor then if she is going to give me a wax treatment?"

"I doubt if any hairs are going to be removed from parts of your body you usually go to the parlor for."

Melissa donned the dress she had brought with her. It was a simple white cotton dress, almost translucent, with a modest neckline, front, and back. No spaghetti straps; it even had short sleeves. Basically, it looked like a big T-shirt. To complete her appearance, I put a leather collar around her neck with a leash to lead her by.

"OK, I guess you are ready to go. Are you still convinced you want to do this?"

"Yes."

"OK, to get you in the mood, let me correct you. Yes, who?"

"Yes...Master." She replied with a small smile on her face."

"Excellent, I'll take you via my private entrance from the studio. Georgina, once we're in, you will have to go with one of the ushers to complete your membership, as I mentioned."

"Do I have to go naked, Lew?"

"No, dear, you can wear whatever you want; you will probably not play tonight."

"Absolutely not, I'm just here as moral support for Melissa...and to enjoy seeing her being tortured."

"Hey, thanks for that, Georgina. Now I'm doubly nervous."

"There is no need, Melissa; I'm sure you are going to love your session with both Tanja and Jack."

"Is Jack going to tie me up?"

"We don't know yet. I did ask Tanja if it was possible, but I have no idea if she's asked him. I don't even know if he will be there at all."

At the bottom of the stairs, in front of the door leading into the club, I used a pair of wide leather handcuffs to secure Melissa's wrists in front of her, and put a blindfold over her eyes.

"Why are you doing this, Lew?"

"It's all part of the fun, dear; now be silent," I said, and pushed open the door and led her in with a pull on the leash.

Georgina was immediately taken to the entrance of the club by one of the twins to complete her membership process.

I handed the leash to Tanja, who greeted me with a knowing smile and led Melissa to her favorite spot, right smack in the middle of the club. It didn't take long for a small crowd to cluster around her. It's not every day that a new body is introduced and initiated by Tanja into the noble art of BDSM.

"Well, slave, you have expressed the wish to subject yourself to the whims of a master?"

"Yes, Master," Melissa replied.

"Do I gather that you have played before?"

"No, Master."

"And yet you immediately address me correctly as Master."

"Yes, Master."

"Does the person who brought you in here have anything to do with that?"

"Yes, Master."

"I see, and did he instruct you any further?"

"Yes, Master, he told me about the use of a safe word.

"I see, and what would your safe word be?"

"I would like to go for the traffic light option, Master."

"Excellent, the traffic light system it will be. "You do realize that this could be painful sometimes?"

"Yes, Master."

"Would you like me to explore your boundaries?"

"Are you referring to the level of pain I can endure, Master?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm referring to."

Melissa remained silent.

"I see that you have been well instructed; a lot of your predecessors would have opened their mouths already and immediately earned themselves some serious punishment. Has he, and I can only think it's Lew, also told you that you are not allowed to cum unless given explicit permission?"

"No, Master."

"Well, now you know. When I allow you to cum, you will then do so immediately; if you don't, you might run the risk of it being a while before I permit you again. But first, let's warm you up. Put your hands in the air, as high as you can."

Melissa immediately did as asked, thus, without realizing it, bringing her handcuffed hands directly against the hook of the winch, to which Tanja fixed her. She pressed the button, and Melissa was hoisted up in the air. When the winch started to pull, a little shriek escaped her lips. When she was about half a foot above ground level, Tanja gave her a small shove, making her turn slowly around, allowing the audience to admire her lithe body. In the meantime, Georgina was standing next to me, looking anxiously at her colleague, her hand in front of her mouth.

"Are you afraid of what is going to happen to her?" I whispered in her ear, which startled her.

"No...but, it just becomes so real now."

"Don't worry, Tanja knows exactly how to deal with BDSM virgins, which I presume she is?"

"Yes, well, as far as I know, I never heard her mention anything that might point in another direction."

While we were chatting, Tanja had grabbed Melissa's right leg, pulled it up, and attached a leather cuff to her ankle. She then attached a cord, which she pulled as far to the right side as she could, and attached it to one of the metal rings embedded in the floor. The left side, as was to be expected, got the same treatment. Melissa was now exposed in a beautiful vertical spread-eagle position. The bottom part of the dress she wore was spread to the maximum, ready to be cut open to spread her legs even more?

Tanja picked up a pair of scissors and snapped them open and shut right next to Melissa's ear, probably trying to frighten her with the sound. She then slowly moved the scissors to the bottom of the dress, placed them so that the hem of the garment was between the two scissor blades, and prepared to start cutting.

Somebody chanted, "Cut, cut," quickly taken over by most of the onlookers, increasing in volume, until the whole group was almost shouting the words. Of course, Tanja obliged her audience by closing the blades and cutting the hem of the dress. She then moved the scissors up teasingly slowly and continued cutting away at the material, resulting in a very slow unveiling of Melissa's body from beneath the white garment. When she arrived at the top and made the final snap, the chanting stopped.

The dress was now completely open down the front, showing the bra and panties Melissa was wearing underneath. Nothing really special and expensive, but nice, again, virginal white. To keep the show going, Tanja moved to Melissa's back and repeated the whole process of cutting the dress slowly open from the bottom to the top. When she had finished, the two halves still hung around Melissa's body, covering her sides, just held up by the material hanging over her shoulders. Tanja clearly wanted to make a full production out of this show and took a step back, seeming to admire her handiwork.

It was a pity that, due to the way she was attached, she couldn't give Melissa another shove to make her pivot around so that the audience could admire this living piece of art. She then took a decisive step forward, took the left strap between the scissor's blades, and cut. The material slid down and puddled at Melissa's feet, at the same time completely unveiling her left side. The right side got the same treatment, leaving Melissa beautifully suspended in her underwear.

Again, Tanja walked around the young woman's lithe body, letting a hand slide across her side or arm. Then she looked at me and beckoned Georgina with her finger.

When she was close to her and, at the same time, to her friend Melissa, Tanja whispered in her ear, "Would you care to touch her?"

At first, Georgina had no idea what to reply, but when I whispered, "Go for it," she extended her hand and placed it on Melissa's firm abdomen. Due to the way Melissa was suspended, her abdomen was very tantalizingly hollow.

"Rub it, Georgina, make her hot," Tanja said, after which Georgina began to slowly rub all over Melissa's abdomen, also making small side trips over her still panty-covered pussy. This resulted in some tentative moaning from Melissa's side. Not only could we all hear Melissa's growing arousal, but we could also see it, as her panties slowly showed a moist spot.

When Georgina was busy rubbing Melissa's body, trying to get her hotter and hotter, Tanja beckoned me as well with her finger.

"Care to reveal our cute little slave's inner sanctum, Lew?" she asked while handing me the scissors.

When I looked at her, without replying, she addressed me again, "Or do you prefer to render her topless and cut away her bra?"

"What do you think, Tanja, or should I ask the audience what they would like me to do?"

"If you want to..."

Before Tanja could finish her sentence, the majority of the onlookers shouted, BOOBS! Display her boobs, Lew!"

"OK, you heard what the people want, Tanja."

"Fine, the tits it is, it's a pity though as I prefer to keep them as last."

"Oh, why's that?"

"To keep the suspense going, why do men usually go for the tits first?"

"It has probably something to do with the importance they had in their lives."

"I thought going for third base was the most important."

"You just said it, Tanja, third base, the last thing men want to discover. Besides the boobs, are the things they probably have seen and enjoyed the longest, unless of course, they were never breastfed, then again, it's probably the thing they missed the most in their young life."

"You have an explanation for everything; you should have been a writer instead of a photographer, Lew. But hey, go for it, show us the tits first."

I approached Melissa, who was still blindfolded and had no idea what was going on around her, except for the noise and chants she had heard.

Not wanting to disobey the crowd, I slid one blade of scissors under Melissa's left bra strap, taking care not to nick her skin. This BDSM session might leave sore spots and even bruises, but it wasn't supposed to leave actual injuries. I closed the scissors and snipped the strap.

The result was not an immediate, complete reveal of her gorgeous boobs. Still, it let the bra open up nicely, immediately giving a better idea of their firmness and size, while keeping the most forbidden things on social media hidden. Yes, the nipples. Then I repeated the process with the left strap.

I put the scissors between her boobs, resulting in a little intake of breath, probably when she felt the cold metal against her titties, and let them snap shut, thus cutting her bra in half so that it fell away and landed on the floor with the remains of her dress.

Melissa's generous breasts tumbled out, and the crowd gave a small cheer. With her hands stretched above her head, her boobs were pulled up and thrust out, making them even more spectacular than they usually were. I then handed the scissors back to Tanja.

After putting them away, she took up a position behind Melissa and put her hands on the latter's boobs, hiding them again. I could see that she was starting to squeeze them firmly. The nipples between the index and middle finger, which she pressed together as hard as she could, resulting in a small moan from the girl.

Then, Tanja silently motioned for Georgina to come over and give them some more personal attention. She reached up and cupped both Melissa's boobs in her hands and squeezed them hard. Melissa, still blindfolded, had no idea who was touching her body so intimately, and a little shiver ran through her. Georgina, who, I presumed, generally touched Melissa's breasts gently and tenderly, got into the spirit of the BDSM scene and began mauling Melissa's helpless body mercilessly, pinching and twisting her breasts and nipples until she yelped with pain and thrashed against her restraints.

Finally, Georgina evidently felt that she had given the crowd enough of a show and ended her mini-torture session. She stood back from Georgina's hanging body and made a small bow to the crowd.

After which Tanja took over again, letting her hands slide down Melissa's back, all the way into her panties and beyond, thus taking them partly down, revealing Melissa's firm bottom, but still keeping her pussy hidden. That resulted in some dissatisfied remarks from the crowd, except for one guy who gave her the thumbs up.

That gesture did not go unrewarded. Tanja beckoned him to her with her index finger and handed him the scissors.

"Would you like to do the honors and show the crowd Melissa's most intimate body part?" After which, she pulled one side of the panties outward. He obliged, sliding a scissor blade into one leg-hole of the panties and snipping the fabric so the garment hung askew, revealing partly Melissa's little treasure. Then he snipped the other side. The ruined panties, stuck to Melissa's pussy by all the girl-juice that had been pouring out of it, hung briefly between her legs like a flag of surrender. Then its own weight got the better of it, and it fell to the floor to reveal her pussy in all its splendor, her lips pulled open by her tightly spread legs. She was now totally naked aside from her collar.

Finally, the crowd got proof that she was a genuine blonde, and they got a full, unobstructed, and complete view of her golden body. Completely golden it was, not a tan line in view, so giving away her nude sunbathing habits.

I heard Tanja whisper to Melissa, "Do you always sunbathe in the buff, slave?"

"Yes, Master," Melissa whispered back.

"Excellent, would you care to see your admirers, slave, or are you bashful?"

"I am not bashful, Master, but I had no idea I had admirers."

"You better believe it, there is already a puddle of saliva on the floor from all these lechers ogling you with their mouths hanging open."

Tanja stood again behind Melissa and removed her blindfold. Because of the spotlight on her, Melissa blinked a couple of times and had difficulty seeing how many people had gathered to attend her tormentor's show. It was a bit like a performer on a stage; they can only really see the faces in the first row in the theatre.

"Oh boy, am I glad when I came here, I was ordered to undress instead of having my clothes cut away," Georgina whispered in my ear.

"Tanja would never do that if it wasn't pre-arranged. Remember that I told Melissa to bring some clothes she wouldn't mind losing forever. Now you see why."

"Yes, I remember you saying that; you also mentioned the cutting away thing."

As if on cue, Jack had appeared at the back of the crowd, dressed in a pair of black shorts with black straps crossed over his bare chest and carrying a multi-tailed flogger. He stepped forward to take his turn at administering the pain and pleasure that Melissa had come to experience. He studied her helplessly spread body for a few moments as if deciding where exactly he should deploy the flogger. Then he brought it up sharply between Melissa's spread legs and landed the tails square on her pussy.

I could tell that he didn't hit her nearly as hard as he could have done, obviously knowing how sensitive his target would be, but Melissa's reaction was very satisfactory. She gave a sharp scream that was part pain and part surprise at the unexpected blow. Jack followed up with several more strikes to her pussy, followed by more strikes on her exposed nipples, still smarting from Georgina's attack. Her body jerked with each blow and more small screams poured from her lips.

Jack stopped plying the flogger, and I could see Melissa biting her lower lip as if to fight back the orgasm that was rising in her body as a result of the pain that Jack had administered to her most intimate parts. He untied her ankles and let her bring her legs together, then pressed a button on the winch to let her slowly down to the floor again. She staggered slightly but remained on her feet.

In the meantime, Tanja had picked up a couple of horsehair floggers, which she was now swirling against Melissa's body, making sure every part of her body got equal treatment by slowly walking around her victim. After Melissa's golden colored body reached a nice pink hue, she stopped with the floggers and picked up a horse-riding crop. I knew exactly what she was going to concentrate on now, and I was right.

First, Melissa's tits got a portion of sweet torturing kisses from the leather tab fixed to the end of the whip. Again, I whispered in Georgina's ear that once they'd turned a darker shade of pink, Tanja would begin to concentrate on the hard tips.

"How do you know?" Georgina wanted to know.

"I'm beginning to know how Tanja thinks and works with a sub; I've witnessed it a couple of times."

"Yeah, with my initiation," Georgina replied.

"And some others," I continued, "and I can only guess, of course, but I think she is preparing them for nipple clamps." Again, I was right.

"And do you know which clamps she's going to use as well, Lew?"

"I guess she will go for butterfly clamps. Those are Tanja's favorites. She puts them on Vag's nips all the time as well."

"Yes? I remember Vag, she's Tanja's sub, isn't she?"

"Yes, you met her during your visit to the club; that's how you found out that I'm some sort of dom, like Tanja."

"Yes, you have a sub of your own, don't you. Jada is her name, if I remember correctly?"