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3. I've Got Photographer Slave Over...

Mar 25
2 min read

How fabulous that I can forget about lighting and camera angles for a moment while I let this particularly lucky slave live their dream of photographing the utter God that is me.

I'm so obsessed with the beautiful art that Photographer Slave creates when he's out and about in the real world that I simply cannot resist letting him try to capture my essence with his little camera.


My entire existence is a celebration of beauty and art, so when my darling slaves allow me to involve them in that, my heart soars. I feel the light and love rising out of me as it shines brighter, harder. The bliss that I feel as I prepare myself for our little session. The divine lust for life and pleasure that I feel as I browse through my fantastical lingerie collection... Will I wear the red leather corset this time? The baby pink body harness? The leopard print body suit? Which stockings will I decide to pull onto my long legs? Which high heeled shoes will I choose to adorn my delicious feet?


I can see Photographer Slave eyeing me from the corner of the room where I've put him as he considers all the beautiful angles of my body that he'd like to capture. I know that he's thinking about all of those long discussions we had where we shared our hopes & dreams for this experience, where we talked about how we're going to pour our hearts out into this creation. Where we joined our minds into one and made an agreement to bring the pure ecstasy of life and lust into the light.


We begin.


I let the music absorb me as I stretch out my limbs, watching as Photographer Slave is pulled deep into my personal space and begins by focusing on my toes. Capturing the most delicious images for my darling foot fetish subs. He moves his way up my legs, adorned in the most divine stockings that I know I'll want to rip apart later. Over my rich ginger bush to my nipples. Focusing on every part of me in worship as the hours pass and pass and pass. The camera worships me. I worship it. We are all but sacrifices for the beauty and love of the world.

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