Apt. 9 - Portraits

Tags: Fsub, Fdom, Mdom, Oral, Exhibitionism, Photography, Edging, Denial, BDSM, Spanking

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Raul was back home with me again by June. He took some leave from the company, and with both of us working on it very soon the apartment renovations were all but done. We took our time together on the finishing touches, working around slow mornings and long lunches. The place truly felt fully ours now.

Raul and Cristina's competitive dinners continued, as did my outfit. Each of them would smile warmly when they saw me dressed as their waitress, and I enjoyed that such a simple thing pleased them so. With each dinner date my anticipation of what would unfold rose. Many, perhaps even most, of those evenings was just a very pleasant dinner - nothing more. The not knowing was exciting in itself.

Late one evening Christina sent Raul a message, which brought a broad smile to his face, but which he pointedly didn't show me.

"It'll be a nice surprise."

Just a few days later there was indeed a surprise. A parcel, addressed to Raul, lay heavily on the table, awaiting his return. I was sure it was from Christina, and the curiosity was killing me, but this was a gift for him to open.

We sat on the couch together while he unwrapped it carefully. It was a picture frame, with a bold black border and an off-white mount. Centred in the frame was a black and white picture, a snapshot, about the size of a paperback book. The picture was of me, taken from behind. I was walking from Christina's table to the kitchen. You could see my ponytail, and the back of my white blouse, and the ties of my apron. Below the blouse my ass, clad only in small panties, was on display. My legs were bare all the way down to my low heeled shoes.

It was an elegant photo. Taken hastily and slightly out of focus, not unlike an old Polaroid, but somehow stylish because of that and not in spite of it. It was beautiful and deeply personal for all three of us, and it triggered a warmth in me.

"She's a photographer. She does magazines and such." I said.

"She's talented. Her talent isn't the only thing it shows off, conejito."

He took out his phone and sent Christina a thank you message, from both of us, and we sat and admired the image somewhat lost in our own thoughts.

Christina replied quickly.: "You are very welcome, I'm glad you both liked it. Perhaps it could be just the first."

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About a week later the three of us were in Christina's living room. The afternoon sun was muted by the curtains, and a breeze through the balcony doors moved the material slowly. The noise from the street was a quiet, constant, reassuring rumble of regular life going on outside.

There was to be no dinner that day, but instead we sat on Cristina's sofa and chatted. As the afternoon progressed Raul undressed me very gradually, and casually, as he chatted with Cristina. As though it was nothing. As though totally normal. Just undoing buttons on my blouse while he talked. Slipping it off my shoulders as I sat next to him. I wore no bra that day. My blouse gone, my skirt was next. He had me stand for that, right in front of Cristina. Then my knickers. I was naked, self-conscious. Willing, but consumed with nervous anticipation nonetheless. I think I was probably wet already.

An upright chair with a high, straight back sat squarely in line with Cristina's balcony doors. Facing out towards the doors and the outside world, but several feet back from them. She moved around the chair with her camera - an older looking camera, clearly expensive - with the viewfinder constantly at her eye.

I found myself in that seat, clothed only in a simple black blindfold. My arms were trapped behind me, with rope holding my forearms horizontal against each other. They forced my back to arch slightly, and kept my hips nearer the front of the seat. More rope wrapped my ankles, and held them close to the feet of the chair. The same above my calves, securing my legs against the chair legs, keeping them open.

Raul stood behind me and wrapped my neck in rope, setting it against my skin without exerting any pressure. Satisfied with how the ropes lay on me he took the ends through the slatted back of the chair and secured them there with further wraps.

Every step of my bondage was documented by the click of the camera. Many pictures close up and detailed. Some as simple as the ropes against my skin. Others, taken from the balcony, showing the whole scene as it unfolded.

They stood together, backlit by the sun, and I could sense them running their eyes over me for what felt like minutes. It could have been. I couldn't see their expressions, but I could sense their excitement growing like my own was.

And for hours, literally, they enjoyed me. Every inch of me. Every surface. Every nerve. And I enjoyed my predicament too, relishing it, until long after the sun dipped below the rooftops.

They stood beside me. Neither speaking. Running fingertips across my shoulders. Playfully tracing the lines of rope that wrapped around me. Gentle tugs, just to demonstrate how secure those cords were. I squirmed, but had far too little movement to escape their touch.

Cristina's hand brushed my cheek. Delicate, and lingering. Her fingertips on my cheek bone. She played her thumb across my lips, swiping slowly and causing my lips to part. I reached the tip of my tongue out, as though tasting her thumbprint, and this brought a warm chuckle from her.

Behind the blindfold my eyes were open. Waiting for the next touch. Anticipating where it might be, and who. I could tell many of their touches apart.

Raul was in front of me. Kneeling I assumed. Running his hands from my calves, across the ropes, up my thighs. Light touches becoming firm as they neared my hips. Back and forth. Dipping between my legs and keeping my thighs apart, as though I had the option of closing them.

Cristina was running the back of her hand down my chest. Casually between my boobs in a steady up and down movement. Every few strokes she'd brush her hand up and directly over a breast. The movement stroking upwards from underneath, lifting the breast with it, grazing over the stiffened nipple.

There was a lazy, unhurried manner to their exploration of me. They already knew my body well, but they never tired of refreshing their memories and at the same time staking their claim to it.

The two of them brought me close to the edge for the first time like that. Patiently drawing me upwards. Using little more than fingertip pressure, and time. Enjoying my responses, and sitting back to enjoy my steadily rising frustration.

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The second time they brought me to the brink Raul was stood behind me. He cupped one breast in his palm and was lifting and pulling it away from me. He massaged it, almost as though he was milking me, and each time his fingers slid to the nipple he'd pinch and pull it. I heard Cristina say something about piercings, which I didn't fully catch, but the fleeting mental images it left only made my groans louder.

I could feel them watching me and I was eager to make them proud.

Raul repeated his movements over and over, and Cristina leant in close, whispering in my ear. I could hear the smile on her face.

"Do you like the idea of piercings, Elena?"

I groaned aloud again and I heard her step back. After a moment the clicking of the camera resumed.

My back arched further, pushing my chest upwards, seeking more of Raul's manipulation. His fingers quickly getting firmer and harsher on my nipple. All the while the camera clicked. And I couldn't hide my excitement from either of them.

"Make me proud, conjetio" Raul said in a loud whisper directly in my ear, and my hips lurched forward of their own accord. I ached for a touch there.

But they stepped back again. Left me restless and untouched. Over my own breathing I think I heard the clink of wine glasses being tapped together.

That afternoon I lost track of the times and ways they brought me to the edge. I was barely aware of the passage of time, only sensing the change in light and warmth from the sun through the balcony doors.

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I do remember Raul standing beside me, turning my face towards him, and the warmth of his cock on my cheek. I felt the soft skin of him running over my face, and I opened my mouth eagerly each time he approached it. He wouldn't even let me taste him for the longest time. Finally he rested himself on my lips and I moved my mouth across the length of him.

"Take him in your mouth Elena." Cristina breathed against my ear.

I did. Gladly. I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock between my lips. He allowed me time. Let me moisten him and gradually take him deeper. Slowly. I hope he was savouring it too.

Before long my head was tilted back slightly and I was offering him my open mouth. Cristina's hand was on the back of my head, and Raul was moving himself in my mouth in strong deliberate strokes.

She held me in place when he pushed deep to the back of my mouth. Held me there while he possessed me. He stopped thrusting and just occupied my mouth, and I suckled on him and spread my tongue over him as much as I could.

She held me in place still when he pushed a little deeper. Seeking out my throat. Blocking my airway. Withdrawing and pushing again. Holding himself deep, but prevented from entering my throat by the angle of it. He used his cock to control when I could breathe. Each withdrawal allowed me a gasped breath. I coughed loudly. All the while her hand held my head in place. And he only allowed me moments before he slid himself to the back of my throat again.

At times I was pulling against my ropes, but for the most part my world view reduced to his cock and my need to breathe. A simple, narrow focus. Nothing else existed in those long moments.

They stood back. In the background I could hear the camera clicking again as I caught my breath.

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At some point Cristina was between my thighs. I raised my hips up, exposing myself to her urgently. She had such soft lips, kissing and nipping my thighs with her teeth. I was soaked, and my need overcame my shame and I pleaded for her to continue with my moans.

I couldn't feel Raul touching me, but I could sense he was still standing near me.

Her lips touched my mound and agonizingly slowly crept downwards. I'd never been intimate like this with a woman before, but behind the blindfold it was simply anonymous lips touching my skin.

Her tongue parted my lips and began to open me up. She lapped at me. Running her tongue, wide and slow, from bottom to top. She must have been tasting me, and she didn't seem to dislike it. That was a part of my embarrassment - how do I taste?

Her tongue reached my clit. It rested heavily, pressing onto me. I felt her hands reaching between my legs, opening me further, exposing me to her mouth. Her fingers played all over, pressing alongside my lips, running over the length of my mound. But only her tongue touched my clit. Smoothly she ran her tongue on it, and swiped up at the end with the point of her tongue. Then she'd return to my entrance and probe ever so slightly before sweeping through me again. I can remember the movements still. Everything focused on my sex.

More and more she focused her tongue just on my clit, while her fingers massaged, and I endlessly became wetter and wetter.

Raul put his hand under my chin and tilted my head to him again. He filled my mouth smoothly while Cristina ate. My hips started to buck beneath me and Cristina moved her hands to my hips to hold me still. I sucked eagerly as my fever rose.

Abruptly they both stepped away, yet again. My mouth hung open and I gasped for breath. My moans became frustrated cries. My whole body slumped, the tension in me suddenly gone, transformed into a resigned and aching acceptance.

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Some time later I was released from that chair. Raul helped me move my limbs, relaxing the muscles and encouraging the blood flow.

I didn't stay free for long though. The rope was wrapped around my wrists, and a short length connected to the rope collar he created around my throat. Soft rope, comfortable against my skin. Burgundy in colour I could see, now the blindfold was removed. Against my pale skin it looked luxurious.

He knelt me down on the rug and re-tied my knees, close together, and attached to binds around my ankles. Then he moved in front of me, and for the first time I was aware he was fully naked. And aroused. Taking my elbows in his hands he gently lowered me to rest face down on a large cushion.

I had no option to disguise my own arousal. My butt was raised high in the air, and from behind it would be obvious how wet and swollen I'd become. Some residual embarrassment remained, but it surprised me how little of it.

In front of me he knelt himself. He turned my head a little so that I could see that he was pulsing and swollen too. My mouth opened in anticipation as he leant forwards towards me. Once again I was exploring the heat and hardness of him with my lips and tongue. And once again he held me in place as he fed himself into my eager mouth.

He began moving slowly. Leaning over me from above, and supporting his weight on his arms. He leisurely fucked my mouth for several minutes, to the sound of the camera capturing the scene from different angles.

As he began to press deeper I felt her hand. She touched me boldly. Cupping me in her palm, and enjoying the heat I emanated. Her fingers pressed into my flesh, holding me and squeezing me like I was some sort of fruit. Her hand was firm, unrelenting. My hips sought even more. Her fingers began to play with my clit again. Not harshly, but much more determined than before. She coaxed guttural groans from me that were muffled by his cock.

The first spank of her hand caught me off guard. With Raul's cock filling my mouth I could only grunt, but my eyes opened wide. I heard him chuckle softly above me as the surprise quickly faded and I redoubled my efforts to please him. She alternated spanking my upturned cheeks with her insistent working of my clit. I could feel the heat building under each slap and it did nothing to distract me from the edge I was fast approaching.

As Raul built up speed with his hips I felt her pressing two fingers into me. Slowly at first, allowing me to adjust. But soon Raul and Cristina were matching their pace and moving into me in unison from both ends. They were claiming me, inside and out now. Forcing from me the responses they wanted, and I had no option but to give them that.

Raul must have sensed me approaching an unavoidable release. My breath coming in constant panting and my hips working ever faster.

"Not yet, conejito." He said, and withdrew himself. Behind me Cristina quietly withdrew her hand. I felt empty.

"Soon, conejito. Soon, but not yet."

I was close to tears. I slumped down on my side on the cushion. The frustration was so intense that I kept humping my hips against the thin air as I lay there.

Raul scooped me into his arms. He held me tenderly, brushing the sweaty hair from my forehead, and soothing me as I struggled to steady myself. Cristina's hand stroked my side, gently and with tangible care. They held me and calmed me like this for some time. I think I could have fallen asleep, if it wasn't for the glowing heat in me.

As I calmed I heard the camera again.

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That afternoon rolled into the evening and between them they worked me into one frenzy after another. Cristina had very quickly become attuned to my movements and sounds, and the two of them were able to balance me on the edge for long periods. The wait was both agonizing, and almost spiritual at the same time. They only let me unwind and catch my breath when they thought I might not be able to prevent my own orgasm. The aching barely relented for even a moment and it was beginning to drive me insane.

They did, finally, allow me my release.

Cristina knelt by my face as I engulfed Raul's cock in my mouth. He used me like that and fed me his cum. He sounded pained himself when filled my mouth. Pulse after pulse. Cristina stroked my throat gently to encourage my swallowing. She praised me quietly all the while, and told me I'd been such a good girl. In that moment the praise and recognition meant nearly as much to me as cumming.

They had me cum for them anyway. With his cock still in my mouth, me sucking him clean as he softened, Cristina laid down and pressed her mouth to me. I came almost immediately, unable to stop myself. I could feel the tongue moving over me, practically drinking me as I bucked. It was a blinding release. She soothed my pussy for minutes after, as I wound down and my breathing returned to something like normal.

"Such a good girl, conejito."

My eyes closed and I think I feel asleep for a few minutes. When I opened my eyes again I was still naked, but untied, and with a thin blanket covering me. Raul and Cristina sat on the sofa above me, now fully clothed.

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Many years later, when we eventually moved out of that apartment, there were 8 framed photos on our bedroom wall. Provocative pictures. Sophisticated, stylish, and just the right side of pornographic. A curated collection from a much wider library of images, many of which were far too explicit to openly display.

On our last day there we stopped at Christina's for a coffee. In her living room, quite casually placed atop her coffee table, was a large hard-back photo book - prominent on its cover was that photo of me walking to her kitchen in my knickers. She asked me if I would sign the cover for her. I didn't look inside to see which photos she'd chosen for herself.