Allison had never really been comfortable naked, not even around her boyfriends. Sex had taken place in darkened rooms, usually, and she'd dressed soon after. It was bright in the room, and here she was walking across the floor naked!

He handed her a drink, and she tried to cover her breasts a little while taking it. He led her to the sofa and she sat down on the end. He sat next to her, then lifted her and turned her, pulling her up so she was sitting across his lap and her breasts were on a level with his face.

"You have incredible breasts," he said.

He ran his hand over them as he said it, and she blushed anew.

"Of course, it's pretty easy for you young girls to have great bodies. It's a little harder for men," he said, grinning as he ran his hand over his own washboard abs.

"You must exercise a lot," she said shyly.

He smiled and drew her hand in, rubbing her fingers along his belly. He released it but Allison continued to caress his stomach, enjoying the sensation of the firm muscles beneath the soft, tanned skin.

"You get into a routine, and have to maintain it. I wouldn't do it but for the pictures," he said.

"Do you model a lot?" she asked.

"No. I only model for me. I take pictures of women, but sometimes there needs to be a guy in the picture too, and since I'm not too ugly, I use me."

He caught her nipples, suddenly, rubbing them lightly between the pads of his thumbs and forefingers.

'You have really nice nipples," he said. "Have you ever considered getting them pierced?"

"P-Pierced? Uhm, no," she gulped.

"Your breasts are very firm, so rings would look very erotic here," he said, pressing a little harder squeezing her nipples as he tugged at them, stretching them a little.

He released them and dropped a hand to the table, getting his drink, taking another sip. Allison remembered her own, and took a cautious sip. It was a vodka and tonic.

His other hand dropped between her legs.

"Spread your legs," he said.

It wasn't said harshly, but it was almost in the form of a command which had Allison obeying with hardly a thought.

His fingers traced the line of her sex as she blushed again.

"Everything about you is so photogenic," he said admiringly, "even your pussy."

"My pussy?"

"Firm, light colored lips, a nice shave, thought laser hair removal would be better and smoother. Yes, this would look excellent on camera."

"Uhm, no thank you," she said.

He chuckled. "Remember what I said? We won't put any pictures on the internet you'd be worried about your father seeing."

She frowned and felt something like relief.

"But... How could you - ?"

He grinned. "Your face doesn't have to appear in the picture, you know. Do you think if I was to take a picture of your pussy right now and put it on the internet, anyone would recognize it and say to themselves . "Oh what a slut that Allison is!"

She giggled a little at his falsetto voice.

"I've known women who've found it extremely exciting to do all kinds of things before the camera, even to deliberately post them on the internet, as long as their face wasn't shown. They love the idea of hundreds of thousands of men staring at their bodies, getting aroused by looking at them. Yet they don't have to worry about anyone they know recognizing them.

"Why would they want to do that?" she asked, a little breathily as his fingers continued to caress her.

"Don't you get off a little on the attention you get at the restaurant?"

"Get off? No."

"You're aware of the attention you get in those little costumes."

"Well, yeah but - ."

"And that isn't kind of an exciting thing sometimes?"

"Not - exciting exactly... "

"But it's an ego boost."

"Well, kind of."

"Now imagine doing it completely naked."

"I'd never do that!' she said.

"I didn't say that. I said, imagine it," he said.

"They'd be groping me like crazy!"

"But imagine they couldn't. And they wouldn't be saying anything rude either, no come-ons."

"It's hard to imagine that," she said with a sniff.

"But if you could walk around naked, everyone hot for you, wanting you, staring at you, yet you'd still be anonymous, as if you were wearing a mask."

"You're a pervert, you know," she said.

"Yup."

But the idea was kind of interesting. Walking around naked, wearing a mask so nobody could see her, and nobody could grab her or anything. That would be so kinky!

He winked. "Let me show you something," he said.

He set her down and then stood up, going across the room. He returned with another camera on a tripod, and she blushed, crossing her arms across her chest as he set it down and focused on her. He didn't object, and then the image of herself appeared in the large wall screen across from her.

"Colin!"

"Don't worry. It's not recording."

He sat down again, then lifted her up onto his lap. Now that she was raised up she could see that the image in the screen stopped at her neck. That was a relief!

He took her wrists and pulled them away from her breasts, then kissed each in turn before raising them up and back, then crossing them behind her neck.

"Collin!" she whined in protest.

"Shh. Don't worry. Trust me."

She fidgeted and squirmed a little, but as he held her wrists against her neck there was little she could do. And besides, the image on the screen now stopped at her upper chest.

She felt him gathering in her hair behind her neck, then he pulled back and she gasped as she had to raise and pull her head back, arching her back.

"Now," he said. "Suppose daddy was looking at this on the internet? Would he know who it was?"

"N-No!" she gulped.

His right hand had pushed between her thighs, and she'd spread them almost by instinct. She gasped as his fingers rubbed lightly against her clit.

"Wider," he said.

She obeyed, biting her lip as she stared at the screen. There was something horribly kinky and thus horribly exciting about this. Staring at herself on a TV screen was a wild thrill, especially as his fingers began to rub against her clit again.

He paused in his movements, and used the remote to adjust the camera once more.

Then his fingers traced the line of her sex and pushed into her. She stared at them, first by looking down, then by looking across at the screen. She felt herself becoming aroused again, and stared at the screen, watching his fingers as they rubbed, watching them as they slid in and out of her glistening sex. It was so wild seeing it like that up on the big television!

He stopped with a chuckle, leaving her somewhat breathless. Then he set her down again and stood up.

"Let me show you something anonymous," he said.

He went across to a large chest of drawers and opened a few, then pulled out something, no two somethings. He returned and she gasped as she saw a large black dildo in his hand.

"Oh no!" she said.

"Tssh," he said, dismissing her objection.

He tossed it on the sofa, then showed her the other thing. It was a mask, sort of like a ski mask, but with no eye holes, and made of some soft, stretchy nylon fabric not unlike panty hose. She would have objected under other circumstances, but with the camera still on she felt that something over her face might not be a terribly bad idea!

It slipped over fairly easily, and drew in firmly around her throat. There was only a hole over her mouth, but she could see through the material.

The camera moved as he operated the remote, and her shoulders, then her head came into view. But as she stared at the TV she saw nothing of herself above the shoulders but the black nylon - and her mouth. She again felt a sense of relief as his fingers stroked skillfully across her clit.

"Now no one would even guess it was you," he said.

He pulled her thighs wider, lifting them up and apart, then picked up the dildo and placed it against her pussy.

Allison's hand reached for his, to fend it off, but he ignored it, and she wasn't really willing to put up a fight. She gasped a little as the thick dildo pushed against her. She was a little sore, but it still felt - nice - as he penetrated her with it and pushed it slowly into her belly.

"Wh-why do you keep things like this around?" she asked.

"I take a lot of different kinds of pictures," he said with a smile, "And some require different props than others."

It didn't take Allison long to understand what he'd said.

"Y-You mean porn!" she gulped.

"No, erotica. There is a difference, my sweet."

Allison gasped as she felt the thick sex toy spreading her open, felt it sliding into the moist, tight interior of her body, and stared, transfixed, at the image on the television. He pushed the dildo in quite deep, so that only an inch or so protruded, and his fingers began to caress her clit again as he pulled back on her hair to arch her back.

Allison moaned, her breathing becoming more ragged as the heat flooded her body. She stared at herself in the camera, seeing the deep flush spreading up her chest as her hips began to spasm and jerk, her muscles spasming, the intensity of the sensations growing more powerful.

Then he stopped.

"Don't you think that looks erotic?" he purred.

"It looks... kinky," she said, panting.

"Kinky?"

"It looks like porn!"

Not that she was so desperately opposed to that at the moment.

"And what defines eroticism?"

"I don't know," she gulped. "It just looks like... a girl hiding her face is all."

"But a mysterious girl, perhaps, a mysterious woman indulging in deep, dark, carnal fantasies."

He released her wrists and then stood her up, standing as well. Allison reached for the mask but he took her hand, pulling her after him across the room into the corner.

"Let us try this instead," he said. "And you tell me how erotic it is."

He drew her wrists out and kissed both, then raised them high. "We will change you from a mere girl hiding her identity to a fantasy creature."

Allison gasped, staring up above her as he held her wrists together, then slipped a leather strap around them. The strap was attached to a chain which hung from the ceiling, and it took her a moment to understand his intent. It took her another moment of shocked realization to decide what, if anything to do about it, and by then the strap was tight around her wrists.

"Colin!" she gasped in protest.

"Remember, you are masked. No one can tell your identity."

He moved back, and she found herself bound in place on the balls of her feet, the leather strap tight around her wrists. The shockwave of this rippled through her mind again and again even as the heat and arousal deepened. Oh yes, anxiety and uncertainty, embarrassment and wariness were there, but the heat overcame them as he picked up a camera and examined it.

He snapped a picture, then another.

"Look down and to your right," he instructed.

"You can't ..."

"Do not fear. Our deal is still that no picture you don't approve of can be saved. All else must be deleted. Besides, I need your agreement to use them for anything profitable."

"But - !"

"And you are entirely masked so no one can recognize you."

Which was true but still! Allison felt her heart thumping, and was blushing under the mask as he raised the camera.

"Down and to your right."

She reluctantly obeyed, and he snapped more pictures, moving rapidly around her.

"I'll use black and white film," he said, "to get the contours of your body."

That was vaguely reassuring, at least in the sense he was attempting to take 'erotic' pictures, rather than porn, but Allison was still anxiously shifting her weight from one foot to the other, blushing and uncertain as he snapped her picture.

He knelt and took pictures from knee height, then climbed on a short stepping stool and took pictures downward.

"A little extra prop," he said, going to the cabinet.

He returned with what she thought was another strap. On closer examination it looked like a strap with a black ball attached to one side.

"Open your mouth wide, my dear," he said.

He pressed the ball against her mouth and Allison was forced to open almost in self-defense, her query about what he was doing muffled. The ball was soft, pliable, and his thumb pushed it between her teeth as he squeezed it into a more narrow shape. Once past her teeth, however, it expanded once again, and she felt another shockwave roll through her as she understood it was a gag.

Her eyes, invisible behind the mask, were enormous as she felt the thick ball expand within her mouth. Colin drew the strap around her head and it locked firmly together behind her with Velcro.

She could hardly protest as Colin moved about her, snapping pictures again.

"Head back now, stare up at the ceiling," he said.

Anxiously, nervously, her body charged with sexual electricity, Allison complied, as the camera continued to snap pictures.

He moved away and used a wire to attach the camera to the computer in the back. Then pictures started to flash on the big TV, and Allison stared at them, memorized. Was that her!? She had to admit they looked awfully erotic! He had made her body look so incredible! So sexy and taut and firm!

She had to admit to herself that the ones with the gag in looked even kinkier. It was like.. like it wasn't even her, not even a girl, just a body with a mannequin's head or something!

He moved behind her as the pictures flashed on the screen, and his hands slid around her, caressing her breasts, rolling her nipples as his lips came down on the nape of her neck. One of his hands slid down her body and his fingers began to stroke against her clit as she moaned and ground her buttocks back against him.

"I could sell these pictures," he said, "If you wanted to make more money. No one would have a clue they were you."

The idea was both appalling and strangely exciting. She looked so hot in those pictures! But of course, she would be humiliated if anyone saw her face. But they couldn't! She was as anonymous as could be!

She tried to ask how much, but was reminded that she was gagged. She could say nothing, could only gasp and moan as his fingers moved over her body and her hips began to roll and grind in helpless arousal. Her body writhed against him and she felt herself beginning to approach orgasm.

Then he pulled away, leaving her gasping. He walked away, did something over by the cabinet, and returned, holding another black dildo, this one gleaming. She stared at it, more than a little dazed, not understanding as he twisted her around and bent to suckle and chew on her nipples and the surrounding flesh. He sank to his knees, hands gripping her buttocks, pulling them apart so she had to balance precariously on her toes. His lips and tongue began to caress her clit, though, and any protest she might have had died stillborn under the flood of excitement and sensations.

Then, as she moaned helplessly in thrall to the churning pleasure and heat, she felt one of his hands come free of her buttocks. A moment later she felt a pressure - there - and gasped as she twisted her head around, trying to see, then stared down. She could not see what his hand was doing but certainly felt the pressure as the other dildo pressed against her back passage.

She tried to tell him no! She tried to shake her head, but his lips were on her clit, his eyes inches from her belly. He wasn't looking up, and she could do nothing as the dildo pressed inward, dipped, withdrew, pushed again, easing itself up into her ass!

Allison again felt that sense of being overwhelmed by circumstances and unable to influence what was going on. Her initial fear of pain slowly faded as he took his time working the sex toy into her bottom, and the heat and churning sexual vortex which had enveloped her reasserted itself as she lost herself to the heat.

She groaned at the pressure inside her, from both dildos now. The sense of fullness was like nothing she'd ever felt before! And with his tongue on her clit she had little chance to focus her mind on anything but the sheer, raw pleasure sweeping through her system.

That was before he left her again, on the brink of orgasm, standing with a cheeky grin, and picking up his camera. She moaned and twisted, pulling against the strap around her wrists as she stared through the thin mask, imploring him with her eyes - though she knew he could not see them - to make her come.

She blushed as he snapped pictures behind her, from his knees, then yelped as she felt the straps tightening around her wrists. She felt them pulling on them, and with a gasp, she felt her toes pulling free of the floor! She was hanging free, the pressure around her wrists close to painful as she swung slowly below them, her toes and feet twitching and reaching for the ground only an inch or two below.

"Excellent. Your body looks so tight and taut and stretched out like this," he said from behind his snapping camera.

The dildo protruding from her pussy was jammed in tight by her thighs, which squeezed the lips of her sex around it. The one he'd shoved into her bottom was squeezed even tighter between her buttocks.

She kicked her feet helplessly, but movement just jerked her around on the line so she tried to hang still, panting, moaning into the gag, staring at him as he snapped pictures.

He put down the camera and returned for more props. The next one was a studded leather collar he slipped around her throat, and fastened behind her. Then a pair of restraints around her ankles. He considered her as if from an artist's perspective, then nodded as if settling some inner dispute.

He returned for another prop, and then showed her something which widened her eyes enormously. It was a whip! Fear rose in her and she jerked against the straps even as he laughed.

"Don't worry," he said. "It's not a real whip or anything. See? Feel."

He swung the thing against her. It was more of a flog than a whip, with long, thin laces which spread out as it flew through the air, then struck her across the chest. There was no pain, however, for there was no weight behind them at all, and she sighed in relief.

"It's a prop. But watch what I can do with it," he said.

He took the fake whip over to the corner and pulled out a plastic jar of something, then dipped the long thin strands into it. He pulled them out dripping wet with some sort of red liquid.

"Red dye," he informed her, letting the excess dribble into the jar.

He shook it a little until nothing else was falling off, then came back to her. He drew back his arm, swung the 'whip' forward, and as before, the thin strands spread out and struck across her chest. This time when they fell back, however, they left behind eight or ten thin red lines across her pale flesh.

"See? To a camera, it will look like you've just been deliciously whipped," he said with a grin.

He proceeded to 'whip her' bringing the flog down across her chest and belly several more times, then dipping the strands into the jar again to whip her back. Then he took a number of pictures while Allison contemplated how on earth she had come to this when all she'd intended doing was posing for a few tame pictures!

He began to flash the pictures up on the TV again, and she stared once more, shocked at the sight. The collared, gagged woman there who looked like she had been whipped was so... kinky and darkly erotic! It was an astonishing thought that it was actually her!

And thank God no one who knew her would suspect for an instant!

Allison had never thought much of bondage, but she'd never seen such excruciatingly erotic pictures before, and knowing they were of herself gave her a glow of delicious pride and heat.

Even if her wrists were aching!

The strange facelessness of the pictures was not merely comforting but oddly exotic. Was it the ultimate in objectification, she wondered? For there was no person there, merely a body. Yet the nylon mask was tight across her face so that she could see the shape of eye sockets, nose and jaw. There was a person there, but it was such an anonymous person, and the contrast with the brazen nudity of the body was jarring!

The graphic sight of the dildos protruding from that soft, pale body was even more breathtaking. Their darkness stood out so clearly, and she didn't have to imagine to know what it felt like with the rest of them driven deep into her body. Would a viewer of these pictures know what it felt like? Would they imagine it? Would it arouse them?

Her own body throbbed around the dildos, and her nipples stung with their tender hardness, so rigid that she longed to feel fingers, mouths, even teeth against them. The stripes across the anonymous girl's body spoke of cruelty, and yet aroused some dark side of her mind to breathless hunger and a swirling, churning fantasy of herself as some sort of helpless sex slave and prisoner!

A prisoner of Colin, a man she yet barely knew, but who she was starting to feel a measure of comfort around. With him moving around her in just his jeans, his lithe, powerful body constantly drawing her eye, she would have been in a constant state of heightened sexual tension even without all the rest of what was happening! With it, she could hardly think of anything but him using her, as he had before, plunging himself into her, their gasping breath and moans joining into a seething chorus of raw sexual power!

He moved behind her, his hands stroking her buttocks, sliding up and down her back and then her hips and ribs, moving around before her to cup and knead her breasts. She cried out into the gag as he seized her nipples, pinching and plucking them, yet the dark heat threatened to overawe her merely from the pinpoint stings of her aching little pink buttons!

Grinning, as if he could sense the arousal gripping her, he pinched her nipples and stretched them up and forward so that her body actually leaned into him, her back arching as she instinctively tried to ease the sting on her nipples. She moaned into the gag, staring at him helplessly.

He released them and she groaned as her stinging nipples throbbed more dully. But a moment later his big hands caught at her ribs and he bent, taking the center of her left breast into his mouth, sucking lightly, rhythmically as his tongue teased her still-throbbing nipple.

His hands slid down to her waist, all-but encircling her, and he lifted her upwards, shifting his mouth onto her other nipple as both burned with dark, aching pleasure.

He drew back, releasing her, and then arrogantly undid his jeans. Her eyes jerked down to his groin as the jeans slowly opened, then slid down his legs. She felt a hot surge of excitement, for he was just as beautiful below the waist as above, and his cock sprang up like a spear of flesh, thick and hungry for her.

He stepped out of them and grinned at her, then moved closer, wrapping his arms around her, cupping her buttocks as he pulled her in against him. Then he drew back and gave her body a twist. She yelped as she began to swing on the end of the chain. His hands reached out, spinning her again, keeping her twisting and twisting for long seconds.

Then he halted her abruptly, with her back to him. Breathless, dazed, gasping, overheated, and now a trifle dizzy, Allison was incapable of rational thought as she felt the dildo in her bottom pulled back, then out. Almost immediately something almost the same and yet - different, slid smoothly up into her body. She knew from the warmth and the feel it was no dildo, and moaned helplessly as his hands crushed her breasts and his warm hips pushed in against her buttocks.

Anal sex was not something she'd ever thought much about, and yet now she could feel the long length of him up inside her belly. And it didn't hurt at all!

His hands slid down her body, gripped the inside of each thigh, and pulled her legs wide as his hips began to grind, then pump against her. Allison shuddered and moaned, swept by sensations from all directions, her emotions swirling and churning as heat burned deep within her body and mind.

His cock was moving smoothly up and down inside her, and she felt a dark, erotic excitement at the sensation of its movement. It was so kinky and wild! All of this was so kinky and wild! It was almost impossible to believe it was happening to her!

His big hands had spread her legs wide apart as he used his grip to pull her back against him with each thrust. Her body simply swung in and back on the end of the chain, and she stared helplessly at the television, realizing that as the black and white still pictures had come off she was still front and center on the screen. Only it was living color, and live, the camera a little to the side and behind her so that it could easily see the graphic evidence of Colin's big cock pushing up into her ass again and again.

His hands shifted in closer to her groin, and then his thumbs pushed out, caught her clitoris between them, and began to grind it between them. At first there was a sense of aching pain, and then she felt the swelling upsurge of sensation that exploded into a massive orgasm. She screamed into the gag, at first helplessly, and then with unrestrained pleasure.

There were no words to describe it. She'd been astonished at the force and duration of the orgasm she'd had earlier with Colin, for it had so totally outdone anything she'd ever felt before. This one was far more intense, almost frighteningly so. It took her and overpowered her, body and mind and soul, and she felt nothing but an incredible sense of being totally possessed by the raw power of it.

His hips slapped against her buttocks harder and faster, and she swung in and back in the grip of his powerful hands. That deep, jarring thrust of his cock into her belly was one of the focal points of the screaming sensations tearing through her. But her clitoris was another, and yet every part of her body seemed to join in to produce a total meltdown like nothing she'd ever imagined.

It was so intense, so shocking, she could not withstand it, and the howling force of it took her from a blinding, mind shattering storm of sensation to the calm of blackest night.