Photo Session [FF][Nude Modeling][Photography][Exhibitionism][Dom/Sub] - Part A

[u/BadDecisionsKat]

My Girlfriend Part 7A - Part 1,2,3,4,5,6

Quick note: This chapter had to be split in two because Reddit has a 40k character limit. Part 7A is mostly the setup and photography session. Part 7B contains a lot, LOT more sex.

Consider this the warm-up.

I woke to the smell of bacon.

That was unusually early.

Leah generally believed breakfast should happen sometime after coffee, and bacon was for weekend breakfasts. Workday breakfast was toast. 

When I walked into the kitchen, she already had eggs on the stove.

Stretching and yawning, I asked,

“Why are you awake at 6:20?” 

"Morning."

She smiled.

It looked real.

It just didn't stay very long.

“Couldn't really sleep. Decided I might as well start the day.”

Looking Leah over, I was worried she was about to spiral again.

“You okay? Anything I can do to help?”

“No, it's the job offer. I hadn't realized I could maybe start my own company. That I had the credibility to actually get contracts. Maybe I should build something myself? But then my mother would try to compete with me. Can't have two Takahashi companies running around.” 

I took a bite of toast, letting her continue her train of thought.

“But I could take the job and grow the company the way I wanted. Set up an agency for the cosplay circuit. Build something with my mother's company behind me.” She frowned. “But I don't want her meddling.”

I chewed my toast.

“I don't think your mother wants to control you. I think she wants you to reach your potential, and she knows all she can really do is enable you.”

Leah looked over at me, surprised. “Oh, you think that, do you?”

“Last night was a truce. She sees you doing well outside her control and realizes she's going to lose you completely if you become competitors. She's not trying to lock you down. She's trying to keep you connected to the family.”

“I think I know my own mother, Mia.”

“You know her as your mother. I saw a woman who rushed to New York because she was afraid of losing her daughter and is doing everything she can to keep a connection to you.” I took another bite of toast. “How many times have you talked to your mother since moving to New York?”

Leah went quiet.

I nodded. “And now she's giving you a piece of the company so she can keep a connection with you. This is an enormous investment and a huge leap of faith. She's moving people, hiring lawyers, opening an office, and I think she's doing it because she's afraid of losing you.”

Leah narrowed her eyes at me. “I've taught you well, Padawan. Unfortunately, you're using your new abilities in service of a Sith Lord.”

“You assume I was being trained as a Jedi.”

I gave her my most evil smile as Leah took another bite of toast.

“I don't know what's worse. You countering my Star Wars jokes after watching the movies once, or you seeing something in my mother before I did.” She chewed thoughtfully. “I'm losing my touch.”

“Maybe I'm just getting better.”

“That's significantly worse.”

Leah and I went for a walk in Central Park after breakfast. I was trying to figure out how to approach the topic of Anna, but I couldn't find a path that didn't end with Leah being angry with me. Still, I knew I had to tell her.

“Leah, I need to tell you something, and I want you to keep an open mind and try not to be angry with me.” 

Leah looked at me suspiciously. “That sounds bad.”

“It is.” I sighed.

“Okay. I swear I'll keep an open mind, and I'll try my best not to be angry with you.”

“I did something bad. Like, really cruel. To Lin's old bully.”

“Is she still alive?”

“Yes, but she might be pregnant with a baby that isn't her fiancé's.”

Leah looked at me.

So I started from the beginning, trying to give her as much detail as I could about what I'd done, why I'd done it, and how it had made me feel.

After talking for almost twenty minutes, Leah looked at me, almost impressed.

“You really have come a long way.”

“Huh?”

“What you did was cruel, Mia. But you did it because you love Lin and wanted revenge for what Anna did to her. And you didn't force Anna into anything. You figured out what she wanted, put the opportunity in front of her, and let her make the decisions.”

She thought for a moment.

“She's somewhat like Dan in that way. You show him a path and he's usually quite happy to walk down it. We don't use that against him, but we could.”

“That doesn't make what I did okay.”

“No. It doesn't. But that's not the same as saying Anna wasn't responsible for walking down the path.”

“She and her future husband followed me on Instagram!”

“Interesting...” Leah glanced at me. “Did you follow them back?”

“NO. I'm not crazy.”

“Yeah, best leave that gate closed for now. Maybe he knows. Maybe it's just a coincidence.”

I squeezed Leah's hand. “I'm afraid Mark is gonna track me down and take me out for what I did.”

She squeezed back.

“I'll protect you.”

Leah went quiet for a while, possibly thinking, possibly reconsidering whether I was sane.

“I think the best way to show I'm not judging you is to tell you something about myself. When Gregory broke up with me, I had a bit of a breakdown. You caught some of what that was like when you came back from Iowa, but it was worse with Gregory. I... thought he had found someone else, and I decided he should pay. He had a major swim meet coming up. The kind that could have gotten him onto the national team. I got hold of a banned substance and put it in his water bottle.”

She paused.

“He failed the drug test.”

I eyed Leah up and down. This was a side of her I hadn't known existed.

“He tested clean afterwards, but the damage was done. His coach dropped him. His teammates didn't want him around anymore. When he pointed to the clean test, everyone said the same thing: of course he was clean now. He'd already been caught.”

Leah looked down.

“He lost friends. He lost his chance at the Olympics. Eventually, he stopped swimming altogether. And I did that.”

“Does anyone know?”

“My mother. She found what was left and made me explain myself. She'd seen what happened to Gregory, so she understood what I'd done. We kept it between us.”

“Why do we do it?”

“Because we can? And we're bad at controlling our emotions?”

“Great power, great responsibility?”

“Got that right, Parker.”

We got home after our walk, still discussing the times we'd both lost control.

As we sat down on the couch, I asked Leah, “But why did Anna go along with it?”

“Because she's a sub?”

“Sub what?”

Leah gave me a quizzical look. “A submissive. Someone who enjoys being submissive to a dominant. A Dom.”

“Ahhh. That's what those terms mean.”

Leah stared at me. “I called you a Dom.”

“Yeah.”

“And then a switch.”

“Yeah.”

“You had no idea what I was talking about?”

“I got the general vibe.”

“Well, based on how you told the story and how you describe Anna, I don't think she's mad at you. She's thirsty.” 

“No way. She was angry when I left.”

“Yeah. Bratty sub. Makes sense for a former bully.”

“A what?”

“A brat. Someone who likes to antagonize their Dom to get punished.”

“That exists?”

“Oh, you would be amazed.”

I started reframing my experiences with all this new information.

“What about Anthony? I wasn't a ‘Dom’ for him?”

“No. He was behaving more like a bull. Maybe taking instructions, but you weren't controlling him. You were mostly guiding things.”

“So telling someone what to do doesn't make me a Dom?”

“Not automatically.”

“This is unnecessarily complicated.”

“Wait until we get to service tops.”

“How do you know all this?”

“It’s like knowing the proper names for porn. You get far better results when you know what to search for. Also, it’s a good way to understand what drives people. Lots of people want sex, but they don't all want the same thing from it. Figure out someone's kink, and you know what buttons to push.” 

“That sounds vaguely evil.”

“We just spent an hour discussing how we ruin people when we're upset, Mia.”

“So what are my kinks?”

Leah smiled at that. “That would be cheating. You tell me.” 

“I don’t know, I just learned about this.” 

“Okay, let's start with your search preferences. What do you usually look at?”

“Tentacles, lots of weird alien stuff, lots of fluids leaking everywhere. Usually they get trapped and it’s done to them.”

Leah smiled at that, “Okay, I know what to get you for your birthday, but tell me, do you see yourself as the one with the tentacles, or the one they're being used on?”

“Maybe a bit of both? If the story is good, then I'm onboard with what happens. If the lady in question was stupid and got trapped, well, she gets what she deserves.”

“That sure sounds like a switch mindset to me.”

“Because I like tentacles?”

“Because you can apparently watch the exact same scenario and enjoy imagining yourself on either side of it.”

“Oh.”

“The tentacles are a separate issue.”

“What issue?”

“Your birthday present. Say, do you prefer it when they lay eggs, or spray sperm?”

“Eggs. Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

She tapped something into her phone.

“What about real people? You watch any of that?”

“Just the normal kind?”

“Normal kind?”

“Girls getting it from big dicks, different positions, usually black guys.”

Leah raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Nothing. Is it important that they’re black?”

“Well... kinda. I do like snow bunny content.”

“Snow bunny?”

“It’s when a white girl only has sex with black men. Usually she’s a size queen too.”

“Oh, so now you know technical terms.”

“Only the important ones!”

Leah thought about this for a while. 

“So your general themes are loss of control, size difference, otherness, unfamiliarity, and being used for something. You’re generally not the driver, and it’s not really about them trying to please you?”

I gave that a long thought.

“That was scarily accurate.”

“I try to be good at this. It’s a shame you don’t have any kinks about dominating Asian ladies, but I’ll keep hoping I can awaken something in you.” 

She stayed quiet for a while.

“So, Black guys? White guys with big dicks don’t do it?”

“They do. I just like the color contrast. It makes them look like two separate people instead of one big mass of limbs.”

“You are one weird lady, Mia.”

“Thank you.” 

Later in the day, I heard Leah messing around in the bedroom before a bright light suddenly shone through the doorway.

“What are you doing?” I shouted towards the bedroom.

“Setting up lighting,” came the reply.

“I don’t think we need that much light in the bedroom.”

“It’s for a shoot.”

“Who’s getting shot?”

“You.”

I got up from the couch and made my way into the bedroom. Leah had covered one wall with a huge sheet of white paper that curved onto the floor and stretched halfway across the room. Several large lights had been set up around it. The bed had been pushed to one side to make space.

She was holding something about the size of a phone, with a little white dome on top, moving it around the room and checking the numbers on the screen.

“What’s that?”

“Light meter.”

“You have a machine that tells you if the lights are on?”

Leah looked at me. “Yes, Mia. But to be more precise, it tells me how much light there is.”

She looked closely at the light meter and made a small “hmm” sound.

“Fetch a barstool from the kitchen island, if you could?”

I walked over and carried one of the six barstools from the kitchen into the bedroom.

Leah took the stool and placed it in the center of the lighting area. She took a few more measurements, then looked over at me. 

“Come sit. I want to do some very light makeup. I’m keeping it natural. I just want to reduce the shine so the lights don’t catch your skin too much.” 

I walked over, took off my hoodie, and sat down in my bra because I knew how makeup worked and did not need to be told. 

“Oh, you didn’t need to do that. This stuff won’t come off with your hoodie.” 

Maybe I still had a thing or two to learn.

She finished the makeup, checked the light again, and seemed satisfied.

“Can you put on something white and flowing? Like a chiffon blouse, or one of those loose peasant tops. I want to start with some portraits.”

“Bra on or off? Also pants?”

She tilted her head, thinking.

“Bra off, panties on. Put on the matching long skirt.”

I nodded and headed towards Leah’s walk-in closet.

I knew what color I was looking for, but I was a bit uncertain about the term “chiffon.” I knew it was supposed to be flowy, though. I found what I suspected was the right blouse, along with a long skirt that matched.

I came back wearing what I hoped was the right thing. Leah looked me over and nodded.

“Perfect. Sit on the stool for me.”

I sat down facing her.

“And immediately we're going to undo that. Turn your whole body to the right. More. About halfway.”

I shuffled around on the stool.

“Good. Now leave your hips there and bring your shoulders slightly back towards me. Not all the way. That's it.”

“Why am I sitting sideways if you're taking pictures of my face?”

“Because your face is unfortunately attached to the rest of you.”

She stepped closer and lightly adjusted the collar of the blouse.

“If I put you square to the camera, both shoulders make one big horizontal line underneath your head. Turn you like this and I get one shoulder closer, one farther away. That gives the portrait depth.” 

She stepped back behind the camera.

“Now turn your head towards me. Slowly. Stop.”

I froze.

“Chin forward a little.”

I lifted it.

“Forward, not up. Imagine you're trying to hear a conversation at the next table.”

I pushed my head slightly towards her.

“There. That gives me your jawline. Now drop the chin just a fraction.”

The camera clicked several times.

“Perfect.”

Leah checked the last pictures, then looked back at me.

“Good. Now turn completely towards me.”

I shifted around until I was facing her.

“Feet apart a little, elbows on your thighs, and lean forward.”

I did, bringing my face closer to the camera.

“More. I want you invading the lens.”

“That sounds threatening.”

“It should, a little.”

She lowered the camera until it was almost level with my face.

“Now shoulders down. Let the blouse hang naturally. Don't pull it closed.”

I looked down. From this angle, the loose neckline had fallen away from my chest.

“Leah.”

“I know. Leave it.”

She stepped around the light, checking me from beside the camera.

“Your face is the photograph. That's where I want their eyes first. You're close, looking straight into the lens, so it's difficult not to look at you.”

“And the boobs?”

“Secondary composition.”

I laughed.

“I'm serious. Your face is intense at this distance. People won't comfortably stare at it forever, so eventually their eyes escape. The neckline gives them somewhere to go.”

“So you planned that?”

“Of course I planned that.”

She raised the camera again.

“Look directly into the lens. Not at me. The lens.”

I found the dark circle.

“Good. Chin down slightly. Lean another centimeter towards me. Perfect.”

The camera clicked several more times.

“Now soften your mouth, but keep the eyes exactly like that.”

Another few clicks.

“There. Face first, everything else second. The trick is making the second thing look accidental.”

Leah lowered the camera and looked through the pictures for a moment.

“Good. I think we're done with the blouse. Take it off.”

I pulled it over my head and tossed it towards the bed.

“Back on the stool. Face me again, but sit up this time.”

I straightened myself.

“Shoulders relaxed. You're lifting them.”

“I am sitting topless in front of a camera.”

“Yes, I've accounted for that.”

She came closer and gently pressed one shoulder down.

“I don't want you posing your breasts yet. Forget they're there. This one is about your face, neck, and shoulders.”

She stepped back.

“Turn your head slightly to your left. No, your other left. Good. Now bring your chin back towards me without moving your shoulders.”

I did.

“See, this is why I wanted the top off. The blouse was giving me softness around your face. Now I have clean lines. Jaw, neck, collarbone, shoulders. Nothing competing with them.”

She raised the camera.

“Eyes at me.”

The camera clicked several times.

“Good. Drop your right shoulder a little more. Other one stays exactly where it is.”

More clicks.

“Why?”

“Symmetry is static. I'm breaking it slightly. One shoulder higher gives me a diagonal through the frame, and your neck looks longer because I'm giving it space on one side.”

She moved a little to her right.

“Now turn your face with me. Just your face. Good.”

The camera started clicking again.

“That's lovely. Hold it.”

Leah lowered the camera.

“Good. Now we're going to stop pretending your breasts aren't there.”

“Finally.”

She smiled.

“Turn on the stool. About forty-five degrees.”

I turned.

“Too far. Come back a little. There. Keep your hips exactly there, but rotate your chest towards me.”

I twisted back.

“Less. You're trying to face me. I don't want that.”

She stepped closer and put her hands lightly on my shoulders, turning them a fraction.

“There. Feel how you're twisted?”

“Yeah.”

“It will look much less dramatic in the photograph. Cameras flatten depth, so I have to exaggerate it here to get shape there.”

She stepped back and looked through the camera.

“Now bring the arm closest to me across your stomach. Loose. Don't cover yourself. Just let it rest.” 

I moved my arm into place.

“Good. Other hand on your thigh. And give me some space between that elbow and your waist.”

I moved it out.

“Exactly. That little triangle of empty space is important. Without it, your arm and torso become one shape. With it, I can see your waist.”

She raised the camera.

“Shoulders down. Chest towards me another fraction. Chin towards the far shoulder.”

The camera clicked several times.

“Stay there.”

More clicks.

“Now eyes back to me without moving your head.”

I looked directly into the lens.

The camera immediately started clicking again.

“There. That's what I wanted.”

“What changed?”

“Your body is going one way, your face another, and your eyes came all the way back. Three different directions.”

“So I'm crooked.”

“You're interesting.”

She took another short series.

“Now breathe out and let everything settle. Don't pose.”

I exhaled.

The camera clicked rapidly.

“Yes. That.”

Leah lowered the camera and pointed away from the stool.

“Up. Let's get your legs involved.”

“You can't even see my legs.”

“You can see what they're doing.”

I stood where she indicated.

“Face me. Now put almost all your weight on your left leg.”

I shifted over.

“More. I want the other leg doing basically nothing. Bend that knee slightly and bring it across.”

I looked down at myself.

“This feels weird.”

“Good. If it feels completely natural, you're probably standing like you're waiting for a bus.”

She crouched slightly and looked through the camera.

“See what happens when you put your weight on one side? That hip rises. Your waist compresses slightly here and stretches on the other side.”

She traced the shape in the air with one finger.

“That's where the curve comes from. I'm not asking you to stick your hip out. I'm arranging your balance so your body does it naturally.”

I looked down again.

“Stop checking.”

“How am I supposed to know if I'm doing it right?”

“That's my job.”

She raised the camera.

“Now one hand loosely on your hip. Other arm down. Don't grab yourself. Fingers soft.”

The camera clicked several times.

“Good. Now rotate your shoulders slightly away from the raised hip.”

I twisted.

“Half that.”

I came back.

“There.”

More clicks.

“That's the trick with curves. Your hips give me one direction, your shoulders another. If everything is perfectly stacked, you're a column.” 

“A topless column.”

“A very nice column, but still architecturally uninteresting.”

I laughed.

The camera immediately started clicking.

“Don't stop. Keep laughing.”

I tried, which naturally made me laugh harder.

A rapid series of clicks followed.

“Yes. That's why I annoy people during portraits.”

“You did that deliberately?”

“Absolutely.”

Leah looked through the last few shots, then pointed at the floor.

“Sit.”

“We've abandoned furniture?”

Leah moved the barstool out of the white area.

“Furniture gives you things to sit on. I want to see what you do when I have to build the shape myself.”

I sat down on the white paper.

“Right leg out, diagonally towards that light. Not at me. Other knee up.”

I moved my legs.

“Good. Now put your left hand behind you and lean into it.”

I did, and she immediately shook her head.

“Too far. You're lounging. I want tension through the torso. The arm supports you, it doesn't get to do all the work.”

I pushed myself slightly more upright.

“There. See what that does? Shoulder high, waist long, hip low. I've got a diagonal running through your whole body now.”

She crouched and brought the camera down with her.

Then she stepped closer and pulled the skirt out along my extended leg, spreading the fabric across the white floor.

“Leave that. The fabric continues the line of your leg without showing me exactly where the leg is. It makes the whole shape longer. Now let the raised knee fall outward a little. Good. If it points towards me, it gets bigger and hides everything behind it. Sideways gives me the length of the thigh instead.”

“This is significantly more complicated than sitting.”

“You're not sitting. You're making triangles.”

She raised the camera.

“Hand on the raised knee. Very lightly. Don't grip it.”

The camera clicked several times.

“Good. Now look away from me, towards the light.”

More clicks.

“Hold everything. Eyes back to me.”

The shutter immediately went faster.

“Yes. That's the one.”

Leah checked the pictures, flicking back and forth between a few of them.

“Good. Lose the skirt.”

I stood just enough to pull it off.

“Panties?”

“Keep them. I'm not going to photograph them.”

I looked down at myself.

“That sounds difficult.”

“Only because you're still thinking I'm photographing everything that's actually there. Sit back down.”

I settled back onto the paper. 

“Both knees up this time. Bring the far one slightly higher, then turn your legs away from me.”

I shifted around until she nodded.

“Good. Now wrap one arm loosely around the higher knee. Don't hug it. Just let the forearm rest there.”

She moved around me, watching the shapes change.

“Other hand behind you again, but closer to your body this time. I want you more upright.”

I planted my hand and straightened.

“There. From where I am, your legs hide the panties completely.”

“So I look naked?”

“You look like you might be. That's much more useful.”

She crouched and raised the camera.

“Implied nudity works because I'm giving the viewer enough information to make an assumption, then carefully withholding enough that they can't confirm it.”

“That sounds manipulative.”

“Photography is putting a rectangle around reality and pretending everything outside it doesn't exist. Of course it's manipulative.”

The camera clicked several times.

“Turn your face away. Good. Chin slightly towards your shoulder.”

More clicks.

“Now bring your eyes back to me. Nothing else.”

The shutter immediately sped up.

“Perfect. Hold that.”

Leah lowered the camera and looked through the shots.

“Okay. Last setup.”

She looked up at me.

“Panties off.” 

I hooked my thumbs into them, then stopped.

“What was the point of keeping them on for the last one?”

“To teach you that what the camera sees matters more than what you're actually wearing.”

I pulled them off and tossed them towards the rest of my clothes.

“And now?”

“Now I don't want to hide you.”

That landed harder than I expected.

Leah pointed towards the middle of the white floor.

“On your knees first. Sit back on your heels.”

I settled down.

“Good. Now bring one knee forward and out to the side. Not towards me. Keep going. There.”

She walked around me, studying me without taking a picture.

“Turn your hips slightly that way. Shoulders back towards me.”

I twisted.

“Too much. Halfway back.”

I adjusted.

“There.”

She finally raised the camera.

“What are we making now?”

“You.”

“That hasn't been the answer for the last hour.”

“No. Until now I've been using clothes, angles, limbs, negative space. I've been deciding what to show and what to hide.”

She shifted sideways and crouched.

“This one is simpler. I want your whole shape.”

I suddenly became extremely aware that I was completely naked.

“Don't cover yourself.”

“I wasn't.”

“You were about to.”

I lowered my hand.

“Shoulders down. Lengthen your back. Shift your weight slightly onto the rear hip.”

She watched for a second.

“Good. Now forget your breasts. Forget your stomach. Forget everything you're currently wondering whether I can see.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“It isn't. I'm looking at all of it.”

I stared at her.

The shutter started clicking.

“Yes. Keep that.”

More clicks.

“What?”

“That look. You stopped posing.”

She moved slightly closer.

“Chin down a fraction. Eyes right here.”

The camera clicked rapidly.

“Good. Don't give me sexy. Don't give me confident. Just look at me.”

I did.

Another long series of clicks.

Then Leah lowered the camera.

“There.”

“What?”

She looked at the screen and smiled.

“You.”

I smiled back at her. 

Leah popped the card out of the camera, carried it over to her laptop, and sat down on the couch. 

“Come look.”

I put on a robe and sat down next to her.

There were a lot more pictures than I thought she'd taken.

“Jesus.”

“Most of these aren't photographs. They're attempts.”

“They look like photographs.”

“We pick what's good and toss the rest. Don't hoard the almost-good ones.”

Leah stopped on one of the pictures of me sitting on the floor.

“Hmm.”

“Bad?”

“No. I like it.”

“That's a very disappointed way of liking something.”

She pointed at the screen.

“I'd like something behind you here.”

“What?”

“Another person. If someone was holding you under the arms and lifting your torso slightly, I'd get this same line through your legs, but your shoulders would come back and I'd have another set of arms framing you.”

She moved to the next one.

“This too.”

“What does my missing person do there?”

“Hold your waist. Maybe pull you back slightly.”

“You're inventing very specific jobs for this person.”

“That's generally what models are for.”

“And here I'd have you leaning against them instead of your arm. It would let me take your hand out of the composition completely.”

I looked at the picture.

“So what you're saying is I need more people.”

“I'm saying another body gives me more shapes.”

“Dan has a body.”

Leah looked at me.

“He does.”

“Quite a large one.”

“Also true.”

“Want me to text him?”

That got her attention.

“I'll tell him we're feeding him.”

“You think dinner will convince him to model?”

“Leah, I'm going to tell my ex-boyfriend that my girlfriend wants him to come over and pose with me while she takes pictures. I don't think dinner is doing much of the convincing.”

Quick note: This chapter had to be split in two because Reddit has a 40k character limit. Part 7A is mostly the setup and photography session. Part 7B contains a lot, LOT more sex.