Reversal of Roles (intimately closed)

[BLACK BART]

OOC: This is a fragmented continuation of a thread I was pleased to be part of with Lady_Kit, one I thank her for allowing us to revisit, if not in the complete original context, but at the very least in it's unique perverse and erotic flavor....

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"Damn HER" I mumbled for the hundreth time, my mind not on the chore at hand but on the rejection I felt from the one person I had felt comfortable enough to trust and open myself to.

"DAMN......HER"

But it was I who was damned. The anger I felt once again trapped inside me, eating away at me and blinding me from any other thoughts or direction.

The bag quivered in front of me as I drove my bare fist into it, the man behind it grunting and complaining as I threw my entire weight behind it and into the punches I had rained on the sparring bag for the past 20 minutes.

"Jesus, What's up your ass today?" He growled and moved away, his eyes showing the resentment he felt over my taking out the very obvious anger I felt on him and the bag.

I ignored the jibe, looking for a bigger fish, needing a real live sparring partner to pummel and finding it in the form of a too cocky welter weight...Gloves on we circled each other in the ring, his stinging blows making me grin as I tasted blood....my blood and bided my time...

And then it was my chance. His left shoulder dropped and I knew the punch was coming, stepping to the side and forward as I drove my own punch square into his abdomen and was rewarded with his pained grunt as I drove the breath from him.

"Get UP" I barked and watched with frustration as he shook his head in refusal, too wise to give me what I wanted...too....smart to stand and let me punish him as he grimaced at me.

"You're friggin crazy man."

In the shower I let the water climb in temperature, my skin turning red under it's assault as I scrubbed with renewed anger at my body, getting angrier at my failure to find some kind...any kind of relief.

"Maybe a run will do it" I wondered as I shouldered my bag and left the gym, knowing it wouldn't but needed something, anything to get that woman out of my mind...

All of this had started from one single moment. A moment of weakness in which I answered an ad to pose for a photgrapher, and as I bared my skin to her offered my soul as well...But what happened over the camera meant more to me than the pictures, and in false hope I thought it did to her as well.

And then it came down around me...She was after all, ONLY a picture taker and in no mood to involve herself with a lowlife like me...and it stung.

"DAMN HER" I growled and broke into a full run as I entered the park, maybe I'll get lucky and someone will try to mug me...and I'll turn the tables on him...

 

[Lady_Kit]

OOC: My favorite companion for a walk through the darkness. Always a pleasure, Bart.

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Kit smiled at her agent as he drew her from the cab. Lenny was 70 if he was a day, and the most gallant man she’d ever known. He was the only man she knew that could treat her like a lady and not seem the least bit sexist. She adored him, even more since he’d been able to get her booked to the Carlton Gallery. Tasteful posters hung on either side of the double glass doors to the gallery. A silhouette graced the center of each sign, Clair caught between darkness & light, the text read:

[size=large]Studies In Black & White[/size]
by, Kit Duvall

Inside hung her work, each photograph a memory, a story, a piece of her life. They were all there; Claire, Van, Michael and Genny, Samantha and Mary…one pale as moonlight, the other as dark as midnight…they’d been exquisitely beautiful together. Other models had followed, but those first few had provided the best images. She wondered if any of them would come to the show. It had been months since she’d done the sessions, she wondered if they’d changed.

It’s wonderful Lenny! Everything perfectly arranged as usual.

“Ah nothing but the best for you my dove. Tonight you will take them to new heights. Every art section reporter in town is here. You’re a hit already. Now smile, here they come.”

And come they did, reporters, columnists and then the drunken brother of the gallery owner, who spent several minutes telling me about the air of sex in the room…and didn’t it just make you want to give in to the urge? Instead of punching him as he deserved, obtuse Bastard!…I put on my best smile and did what I least enjoy; I socialized, I mingled and I smiled. Some of the models attended and it was good to see them again. I was also relived to learn that they all were pleased with their photos.

A grateful sigh escaped me, finally the end of the eveing. The gallery was a disaster, a complete mess that would magically disappear by morning and the opening of the doors for business. The last of the guests milled around the room, these were the serious critics, waiting until the space was nearly empty before spending time with the photos. The butterflies that had flitted in my stomach all evening suddenly grew talons and began to breath fire. God I hated being under review.

Lenny, I’m ready to go home. Do you mind? I know I should be here for them, but they won’t be swayed by anything I say, their minds will be made up before the tell me how much they enjoyed my new work..yada yada yada.

“Yes, yes, go home…I don’t want you talking to anyone in when you’re tired. God knows what you might say!”

Stretching to kiss his wrinkled cheek raised the hem of the short cocktail dress to alarming heights, though I confess, I never gave it a thought. I loved they way the garment moved on my skin, the way the cut bared my shoulders, and my back; nearly down to the small tattoo at the base of my spine. Grandmothers pendant lay between my breasts, it felt warm from contact with my skin, or maybe it was because I touched it throughout the evening; my amber worry stone.

Then I'll just say "Good-Night, Lenny."

 

[BLACK BART]

Miles I ran, the sweat drenching my heavy shirt, pouring off my face in tiny rivers and down the hollow of my back. And still? No one came near me except a stumbling drunk who smelled worse than I could imagine.

Finally I gave up. I had circled the tiny man made lake and now found myself close to Bourbon Street and knew the entrance to the subway was only a short distance away.

Bourbon Street, ten blocks of the uppity up's clubs, fancy sweat shoppes, theatres and galleries...I'd feel out of place, but then I always did, the fine clothes...cars...the jewelry they wore that cost more than the average man made in a year.

The hell with them. I'd walk down the middle of the sidewalk and meet thier eyes, grinning at them like I knew a private joke about them and making then uncomfortable in return and chuckling at thier discomfort. It would pass the time for me, knowing I wouldn't sleep anyways...and take my mind off of...

Her.

But it didn't work. Three blocks into my plan I glanced across the street, then stopped abruptly and stood staring across the car filled lanes, the sign anouncing mutely with a picture that was all too familiar.



"Kit Duvall, Gala Premier this Eve"

Jesus, I couldn't get rid of her in my mind and now she was plastered all over the exterior walls of the building.


And inside I knew...so was I.

 

[Lady_Kit]

The streets were still busy outside the gallery and cabs seemed to be in short supply. I thought about walking for a bit, thinking that I’d have better luck a block or two away from the gallery. I was stopped by vanity in the form my high-heeled evening shoes. This, I reminded myself, is the reason that you work in bare feet and jeans; comfort and functionality. One of the parking attendants called out that he’d find a taxi for me just as soon as he reunited some of the guests with their cars. I smiled my thanks. What were a few more minutes? It was a Friday night, I had no plans for the weekend and no one was waiting at home. I could afford to take my time.

While I waited, I thought about the show. Most of the groupings had gone as planned, but there had been a bump or two in the road. The unfinished series, the ones with Van, had been a rather large bump at the time. It hadn’t turned out at all as I’d expected. Though looking back it was probably just as well things had ended as they had. The situation could have gone horribly wrong.

I wondered what had happened to him in the past few months. He hadn’t responded to my invitation to attend the opening. Either he hadn’t been interested or the address he’d put on the contract was no longer valid. Maybe it never was. He’d been intriguing, and attractive. Only a few shots of him had made it into the show, but they were some of the very best. It really was too bad that we’d never finished our session.

A glance at my watch confirmed that the hour was getting late. Another minute and I was going to take the business of getting a cab into my own hands; at the rate the attendant was going, I couldn’t do any worse. I hated waiting around like this, I always felt a little vulnerable and exposed, caught between places as it were; not safe in the gallery, in the cab or back in my loft. Tonight the sensation of exposure seemed more intense than usual; I was beginning to feel like I was being watched and I couldn’t shrug off the feeling.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Hello Kit, You look so different in the gown I had to cross over to make sure it was you"

And a part of me still didn't quite believe it, how could I have tried so hard to forget this, failed so many times...and then have it all brought back so suddenly.

"I'm sure your showing was a great success so I won't ask you how it went, though you look a little tired..."

Funny how being this close only reinforced the desire I felt for her, the raw need I could sense growing in my body as I eyed her round curves inside the risque gown she wore...

"Maybe a cup of coffee at the Fireside Lounge would fit the bill, or something stiffer...my treat?" I suggested and didn't have to act surprised when she replied.

"I am tired Van, up early and running all day, last minute details...maybe a raincheck though?"

Staring at her face I considered the slim possibilities of ever running into her again and part of my mind told me it was just as well...what would happen if we were alone wouldn't be quite so polite or enjoyable....for her.

Nodding I tried to smile and pushed my hands into the pockets of the sweatshirt I wore, then nodded.

"Another time then, Miss Duvall, have a pleasant evening."

Just as well I told myself for a second time as I turned and began to walk away...just as well, one of us would have gotten hurt...

 

[Lady_Kit]

Van...Wait!

The lone figure continued to walk away. Damn it, he was probably insulted, and who could blame him?

Van, are you going far? Why don't we share a cab and we can catch up a little.

This is not a very dignified way for an artist to behave, I told myself...chasing ex-models down darkened sidewalks, but he looked hurt. I'd never meant to hurt him.

Probably break my neck for my trouble.

The sidewalk was uneven and not suitable for high heels. Luckily, Van stopped before it cost me an ankle. I reached out to place her hand on his arm. Did he flinch? Was her touch so repugnant? Maybe he was only being polite when he said we'd get together. He turned, she'd soon find out.

 

[BLACK BART]

Van

"Ladies don't chase Gentlemen on public sidewalks" I chastised as her arm dropped and we stood eye to eye.

"But then Gentlemen don't share cab rides with women they hardly know, do they?" I quipped and smiled to lessen the first jibe, then brought my fingers to my pursed lips and BLEW...

The screeching whistle brought immediate results, the sight of a familiar yellow sedan swinging over to us and I opened the rear door.

"You live the closest Miss Duvall" I admitted my knowledge of where she lived..."And since you turned me down on my offer of coffee...think it only fair if you did the same for me."

Admiring the long legs as Kit sat and then hiked her skirt before swinging in I met her eyes and knew I was caught....How often I dreamed of those legs wrapped around my hips and now she sat smiling up at me as I admired them...

And then I too slid in and the door closed, Kit giving her address to the waiting man in the front street...

The cab moved, then jerked to a halt, the motion tossing Kit against me and into my arms as the cabbie cursed at the receding taillights of the fleeing car...

Her warm body pressed to mine, her hair and it's fragrance in my nostrils I smiled as he cursed the errant driver...and blessed my own bad luck.

 

[Lady_Kit]

He was more solid than he looked, certainly more muscular that I remembered. At least the parts of him that I hit seemed muscular.

"Sorry about that folks. Damn tourists don't know how to drive in the city."

Vans arms stayed wrapped around my body for a moment longer than necessary, but I thought it was only because I was content to remain pressed against him. His hands never moved, and he made no effort to get closer. I don’t think I’d have protested if he had; at least not at first.

The darkness of the back seat was broken by streetlights at regular intervals and during one burst of light I thought I saw something in Vans eyes that I didn’t like. Something a little malicious; by the time we crossed into the next light his expression seemed normal enough. Must have been a trick of the light, or maybe he still held a grudge for the way his session ended.

Uh..sorry about that.

I excused myself, and pushed away from his body. I wasn’t quick about it, so he’d know that I liked the feeling. I enjoyed the way he followed me with his eyes as I scooted away from him. I knew the dress looked good and that my legs were shown to their best advantage. I wondered if he be excited to know that beneath the dress I only wore the tiniest lace thong over my bare pussy. Hell, it excited me to think that he might, and that was good enough. Maybe I’d been hasty about that coffee.

Were you planning to view the show? The photos turned out better than I hoped they would. Yours are among my favorites.

I was making chitchat, I knew it, he knew it. The driver probably knew it too. But honestly, what do you say to someone that you met twice and during the second time you tried to get him to beat off for your camera? The situation was awkward at best.

 

[BLACK BART]

Van

My body tingled where Kit's body had touched me and as she slid from my arms I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Couldn't keep the image of her nude and helpless under my body as I pounded into her, couldn't keep the sounds of her moaning as i tightened the ropes that held her and too her again...and again...and again...

And then I shook my head and returned to reality, returned to the sounds of her voice as she made polite conversation, and I answered.

"I wasn't going to take in the show I'm afraid. I was on my way home and had completely forgotten about the date of it."

The date had slipped my mind, but that was the one and only thing about Kit that had, and as the cab slowed to a stop in front of the address she had given the cabbie I smiled.

"I imagine you'll be needing to get an early start tomorrow Kit, so I'll just say goodnight now and hope we do see each other again?" I gave her an excuse to leave and not have to put up with me any further...

"Actually I plan to sleep as it's the weekend and I'm not due back to the gallery until Monday, but the offer of coffee still stands if you'd like?"

Smiling I accepted and slid the cabbie a twenty, telling him not to wait and I'd call another ride when I was ready...

"Show me the way, KIt" I grinned to her and offered my arm. It was going to be an interesting cup of coffee....

 

[Lady_Kit]

The confines of the elevator held the scent of too many visitors to count and yet I thought I could detect the warm smell of Vans body as he stood next to me. Too, much wine, Kit, I thought, now your imagination is in cahoots with your libido. We talked as the elevator rose, though my mind wasn’t on the conversation.

I’m afraid the place is a mess, so just step over anything you can’t shove aside.

Van laughed at what he must have thought was a joke. He stopped laughing when the door opened. The rectangle of light from the hallway showed piles of boxes and packing materials scattered around the studio. Some boxes were closed, others open and just partially filled.

Stay put for a second and I’ll turn on some lights.

Great idea Kit, bring a man home for coffee when “home” looks like the inside of a moving truck. Had it looked this bad earlier? Yep, she thought, and the track lighting from shining from the kitchen didn’t improve things.

“Going somewhere?”

A pile of camping gear hit the floor when Van spoke. Damn-it he’d done it again! Walked right up to her without a sound and startled her. She tried to cover her fright with what she hoped looked like frustration at being clumsy and knelt to gather up the tent components that she’d been test assembling earlier.

What? Oh, yea. A friend is doing a book on desert life and I’m going along to do the photography. There all cleared. Have a seat and I’ll get that coffee I promised.

 

[BLACK BART]

Van

"It's not really what I'm interested in at the moment" I admitted and walked around her, then knelt beside her to gather her belongings that had tumbled from the boxes.

"What's not?" Kit asked as she rose, her eyes wide and suddenly full of apprehension, her body tensing as my hands reached forward and I replied.

"The coffee, Kit...I'd rather have a glass of water?" I replied and then admired what I held in my hands for her to take.

"I think the color of these would look lovely against your skin, or do you keep them for your models to use only?"

Smiling I enjoyed the red flush that came to the woman’s face in front of me, her eyes widening again this time in embarrassment as I handed her the small pair of dark green panties and the matching bra.

"Have you ever thought of reversing the roles, Kit?" I asked as she quickly pushed the clothing into the box again and we moved towards her kitchen, myself following her and leaning over the large wooden topped counter that separated the two rooms.

"Reversing, Van?" She asked as the glass filled with water and she stood seemingly transfixed with the cool liquid that flowed from the tap.

"Allowing yourself to become the subject, as we did for you..." I explained and took the glass from her offering hands, my own wrapping itself around hers as I claimed the glass and held her eyes with my own.

"Baring your body and soul as I did...for you?"

Not waiting for the answer I freed her hand and lifted the glass to my greedy lips, then drained the cool and refreshing liquid from it as I watched her over the clear glass and then placed it on the counter between us.

"Or does that idea disturb you as much as I do?"

 

[Lady_Kit]

What makes you think that you disturb me?

That’s it Kit, ask the obvious question. The one that tells him exactly how correct his assumption is.

I'm just a little cranked up from the show. You know? All that excitement in one evening is hard for a gal to take.

His hands on her underwear had disturbed her, the easy way he touched her intimate garments was so…so…possessive…not threatening really, but…Damn-it! Why had she had so much to drink tonight? Why’d she invite him up here? Why did the idea of being photographed as she’d done her models not only upset her but arouse her as well?

As to your question....I've never been the subject of a..um...study like the one I did with you and the others.

His touch lingered on her hand. The strength conveyed as he held her hand against the glass was unmistakable, and exciting. No, not exciting, alarming...that was the word that her common sense should have screamed at her. Hell, alarms were going off in every region of her body, but so far she'd managed to ignore the flashing lights and sirens. The fleeting moments of fear were like splashes of lime in a cocktail, tart, jarring, and only serving to enhance the intoxicating properties of the blend. Be afraid Kit, her saner self warned.

"Would you like to be?" The question seemed innocent enough, almost casual. His steady gaze was anything but innocent or casual, though, it was predatory, or at least it was a moment ago. What was Van up to?

Would she like him to photograph her? Was that the real question? She remembered his body, the hard shaft he'd stroked while she'd watched. She'd wanted him then, on some level he'd wanted her too, but there was a darkness to that desire he felt. Her vision tilted; she felt dizzy and gripped the counter top until it passed, too much to drink tonight, she thought. Better get that coffee made. Sobriety was definitely in order!

Hmm? I don't know, maybe it would be fun, but from a professional standpoint I think I'd find it difficult to stay put. You know, I'd want to check the lighting and the set up, all the things that I'd be concerned with if I was on the other side of the lens. Sure you won't have some coffee before you have to go? I'm going to make some for myself.

The isolation of nighttime in the studio was starting to make her nervous, and so was Van. It was time for him to leave, but for some reason, I didn't think getting him out the door would be as easy as letting him back in.

 

[BLACK BART]

Van

"Go ahead and make the coffee Kit, I'll watch and you can talk with me about the earlier posing I did for you, what it meant to me and maybe even what it meant to you."

I hadn't missed her earlier statement..."Sure you won't have some coffee before you have to go?" Nor was I in any form ready to go.

Kit moved about the tiny kitchen with easy, smooth grace, her body flowing from one simple motion into the next even though it was obvious to both of us that my presence didsturbed her in several ways she didn't care to admit.

I watched and enjoyed, the way she held the glass as the water flowed into it, the underside of her wrist as she upended the glass and poured the water into the old fashhioned pot, the way her nose wrinkled as she opened and breathed in the fragrance of the coffee grounds, her face intent as she measured and poured them into the now boiling water...

All of it fascinated me as much as the way her dress clung to her body, or the way the breasts underneath rose and fell, the nipples showing quite clearly thru the fabric...

"Kit, do you remember the terms I agreed to posing for you?" I began and continued as she nodded, her breasts trying to push through the fabric as she reached for a pair of heavy mugs in the cupboard. "That I would masturbate for you in front of a camera if I could tell you my fantasy? I've always wondered what you thought of that glimpse into my mind...my private thoughts and how you were so delicately wound into them?"

Kit had turned, the coffee poured and cooling in the mugs as she slid me mine, and retrieved the small packets of sugar and cream normally found at a restaurant.

"I'm sorry this is all I have....I'm packing to..."

"To go to the desert and camp while photographing" I finished and blew on the dark liquid in the mug, then smiled and put the mug down. "It will do just fine"

"I'd really like to know what you thought as my hand moved up and down my cock...as I told you what I dreamed of almost every sleeping and waking moment, Kit"

 

[Lady_Kit]

Our roles had reversed themselves since our last meeting. Now he was in control, clearly more calm than I and seeming more confident than I remembered. A closer look exposed other changes; some physical, the contact in the taxi had revealed a tighter harder body than I remembered; some emotional, he seemed more confident, more in control, more…something I couldn’t name, but it made my body tremble in response.

"I'd really like to know what you thought as my hand moved up and down my cock...as I told you what I dreamed of almost every sleeping and waking moment, Kit."

My hand jerked at his question; coffee sloshed in my mug, some spilling over the edge to land on my hand. I quickly set down the cup before further damage was done.

I don’t recall exactly, Van.

I lied, unconvincingly.

“Sure you do, Kit. I can remember that day like it was last week. The way my hand felt on my cock. How my heart raced while you watched me. Are you saying that it was so inconsequential that you really don’t remember? Or are you saying that you’ve deliberately blocked it from your thoughts?”

Yes, I’d blocked it from my thoughts…every time the image of Van had slipped into my mind I’d pushed away the sight of his hand sliding up and down over his shaft. Blocked the things that I imagined him doing with those hands and that cock. Just like I was blocking it right now.

No, I didn’t block it. I thought of you, Van. Thought of what you’d said. Part of me wanted it, but I said the wrong thing. Now it’s too late. Listen, its been nice seeing you, but you’d better go.

My coffee seemed bitter all of a sudden. Too many memories, I expected, or maybe just the packets of pink sweetener. Either way, I’d had enough and turned to pour it down the drain.

 

[BLACK BART]

Van

"That's what upset me the first time, Kit" I admitted and moved around the counter quietly. "You wanted the pictures you were taking to come to life and when they did? You ran from the emotional response they brought out in you, rejected them as you did me, even though we both knew there had been a connection on a quite...intimate level."

I stood directly behind her as I spoke the last words and watched her body tense at the menace in my words and the knowledge of how close I was to her as she rinsed the cups we had drank from.

"It's time for the photographer to make the pictures come to life again, but this time you'll do it in front of the camera, and live out my fantasy for me."

Her hands lifted with the coffee mug in them, filled with water as hot as the tap could produce and she swung it as she spun to face me, the water and mug skittering off at a useless angle as I slapped it out of her and and gripped her wrist to twist it cruelly.

"I'm actually glad you did that" I admitted and continued to turn the arm until she yeilded with a cry and turned to let it twist behind her. "Now I have the excuse to do THIS in return"

Locking my free hand in the collar at the back of her neck I began to tear Kit's blouse away from her, the fabric protesting as it let loose and revealed her tanned skin and the small support she wore over her full breasts.

"Now move over to where your camera's are still set up Kit" I instructed and freed her wrist, watching her rub it as she turned to look at me and then to the darkened room I knew was her studio at home.

"Or would you like me to drag you in there?"

 

[Lady_Kit]

He pulled at her clothing, baring her upper body in the roughest ways, not caring about her or the fabric he tore. She couldn’t see his face, but the anger he felt at her was evident in the way he crushed her wrist and shoved her forward a little before letting her go.

"Now move over to where your camera's are still set up Kit. Or would you like me to drag you in there?"

Van, I’m sorry about the mug, really….You startled me and I just reacted…listen, lets not let this get out of hand….you can just leave now and no one but us will ever know anything happened.

He grabbed her arm, pulled it behind her back and jerked it up a little, letting her know who was in control. A whimper of pain escaped before it could be stopped. Ok, the coffee mug thing had been a bad idea. Should have known it only worked in the movies. All it bought her now was an aching wrist and a pissed off rapist? attacker? What was Van really going to do? The look on his face said that her apology wasn’t going to change his course. She’d have to think of something else.

“I said Move, Kit.”

He tightened his grip and began to walk her toward the dim corner of the studio; I half stumbled, trying not to give him any excuse to cause me further pain but not being any more cooperative than I had to, I didn’t want to move into the darkness with him or any further away from the door of the studio. The heel of one shoe caught in the debris on the floor, tripping me up, nearly dragging us both down, but Van kept to his feet. I cried out, a small sound of fear and surprise leaving my lips before I hit the floor; adding a bruised hip to my already aching wrist and arm.

“Leave the shoes on.”

Van commanded when he saw that I meant to rid myself of the treacherous heels. He leered down, clearly enjoying the expanse of leg from the shoes to the hem of my skirt.

But I can’t walk in the damn things through all the stuff on the floor! I won't be any good to you if I fall and break an ankle.

He only laughed at my predicament. This was not going at all well at least not for me. Van on the other hand seemed to be really getting into his role as the aggressor; a fact confirmed by the growing bulge in his pants. I remembered the cock that was hidden beneath the fabric. It was large, thick, long and getting bigger by the second. Yes, Van was definitely into this…and I was in trouble.

 

[BLACK BART]

Van

Kit was right in one aspect, her high heels that arched her legs and buttocks so nicely made her crossing the pile of boxes difficult, several times I caught her, my hand steadying her at the waist or under her arm, my fingers touching the full swell of her breast the last time as we stepped to the entrance of the dark room.

"In, Kit" I demanded gently and pushed her into the interior, feeling the hardwood floor under my feet as I heard her heels click against it. Kit turned and I kept my hand on her bare waist, letting my eyes adjust as I felt her satin skin against my rough palm, listening to her breath and hearing the hiss of the air she drew past her full lips echo off the walls in the room.

"You're scared Kit...admit it" I demanded again and smiled as she drew in a breath to deny it again, my mind imagining how she must look as her breasts rose and filled the laced bra she wore. "I can feel it, how you're trembling, can smell it on your skin and can hear it in the way you're breathing. You're scared and still a part of you is curious, excited, trying to figure out what's going to happen and why."

I pulled her to me then, using both arms to pin her near nude upper torso to me and kiss her, taking a deep breath and inhaling the musky, exciting fragrance she was giving off, letting the swollen length of my cock grind against her through the layers of clothing as I cupped her ass and held her to me.

"You'll admit it by the time we're done" I prophesized "And maybe you'll understand why as well"

And then I kissed her again, my hand in her hair and holding her, crushing my lips to her closed ones, thrusting my tongue against the soft barrier until it yeilded and I could taste the sweet, bitter taste of the coffee she had offered to share and feel her own tongue respond as her body began to move against mine.

I broke the kiss just as roughly, holding her shoulders and pushing her back at arms length, chuckling at her reaction and demanding in the darkness.

"Turn the light on Kit, then we'll set up your equipment and you'll show me how to run it, you must have a lot of props in this room by the sound of the size of it and last time I saw several cameras that would automatically focus and shoot. Then you'll strip off that skirt and bare your body to me."

 

[Lady_Kit]

My heart felt like it was going to jump from my breast, whether the driving emotion was fear or desire I couldn’t tell. Both were bad in light of the present situation. Why couldn’t I speak? Say something! But I was silent. Did I want this on some level? Had I invited it? It didn’t matter right now, I decided. Now, I just needed to pull myself together.

"Turn the light on Kit, then we'll set up your equipment and you'll show me how to run it, you must have a lot of props in this room by the sound of the size of it and last time I saw several cameras that would automatically focus and shoot. Then you'll strip off that skirt and bare your body to me."

My first impulse was to tell him no, but without the lights I was just about as blind as Van was and after all the packing nothing was in its regular spot. I was as likely as he was to fall; more so in the heels. Maybe playing along for now would be a good idea. I reached for the light panel.

Van, can’t we…?

A hand pushed between the shoulders, suddenly I was off balance and falling forward onto the black velvet chaise. I sprawled there, breath knocked from my chest, kneeling like a supplicant. My skirt bunched beneath my hips, leaving me bare from the waist down.

“Your next job was to show me how to use your equipment, Kit. Not to ask questions. If you don’t do what you’re told, Kit, things won’t be nearly as pleasant. For you.”

The shudder of fear ran through my body like a wave of electricity, it was followed by a warm moist feeling between my legs.

Most of my cameras are packed…

“But not all?” He smacked her ass hard enough to make her cry out in shocked surprise. “Don’t lie, Kit, I won’t like it if you lie to me.”

She tried not to squirm against the velvet. It wasn’t easy as the heat of his strike moved between her thighs.

I have a couple of cameras in the closet. The props are in there too.

Where…

Breathe deep, Kit, breathe and you can get through this.

Where do you want to set up the equipment?

 

[BLACK BART]

Van

"Put your arms behind you Kit" I instructed and pulled a small pocketknife out and flipped it open.

"What?" Her voice was soft...scared...incredulous as she looked over her shoulder at the open blade in my hand, then to my face as I admired her legs and firm ass.

"Behind your back" I repeated and gathered the skirt in my hand and sliding the blade under the elastic at her waist.

The blade parted the cloth and I tugged it out from under her, then began to cut it into strips as I watched her body tremble as she held herself over the chaise. It was an interesting contrast, her paler skin against the darker cloth, and I chuckled at the ironic twist of it all.

"So I can tie your arms and set the equipment up, you'll be able to keep your mind busy instructing me on how to use the cameras and not on getting out of here"

Taking one wrist in my hand I held it firmly and twisted it as I pulled it towards the V of her buttocks.

"Now cross your other hand over it Kit and relax. I don't want to hurt you but have no qualms about it if you don't listen to me"

Her free arm came slowly behind her to cross and join the one I still held, a smile coming to my lips as I looped the fabric over her wrists and tied it tightly.

"Watching you bent over and squirming from me slapping your ass it occurred to me I had discovered the title and theme of this photo-shoot, Kit"

Kneeling I wrapped a second strip around her ankles and tied it as well, letting my hands trail up the lean lengths of her legs to fondle her pear shaped ass as I stood.

"You were turned on by it, I saw it in your eyes for an instance, then knew for sure when I saw you dry humping the chair under you, you've always been in control behind the lenses of your camera's...Now you'll be just the opposite as I force you to explore more and more of those same sensations..."

Turning I moved quickly to the closet she had indicated and nodded in approval as I brought out a trio of tripods and set them up in a triangle that centered around her still form, then returned to open several cases to find the equipment to set up on the top of each as Kit watched me.

"When I'm done with you it will be quite obvious the title will fit...for you'll be completely...."Out of Control"

 

[Lady_Kit]

The bonds were secure, but not painfully tight. Something to be thankful for but I didn’t feel comforted by the idea of a humane rape. The phrase “Can’t rape the willing” ran through my mind. Was I willing or just kinky enough to be turned on by the idea? I didn’t like the prospect of a yes answer to either question.

My back was arched by my pulled-back arms; breasts pressed into the velvet covered cushion, I’d rubbed and tugged enough by now that my bra was askew, one lace cup twisted down; exposing a dark hard nipple. All things considered, I was in a pretty poor negtiating positon. I pressed my thighs together when his hand caressed the sensitive skin of my ass. Knowing with his next comment that he was watching my reactions and reading them accurately as signs of the sexual excitement I felt.

"When I'm done with you it will be quite obvious the title will fit...for you'll be completely...."Out of Control."

You’re the one who is out of control Van. You’re letting the anger you felt toward me during our last shoot cloud your judgment. This isn’t a game.

He stopped working on the equipment and turned. Meeting his gaze required a higher perspective. I straightened, and tried not to flinch when I heard his response.

“You have a lovely mouth, Kit, one that I have plans for and although I’d prefer to see it in the photos, a gag is not out of the question. Now, explain how to assemble and set up the cameras for remote use.”

Sitting back on my thighs I got as comfortable as possible. Mind and body were at war; my traitorous cunt trembling with anticipation and my mind trying to focus on the three tripods and cameras; and some way out of this mess. Inspiration didn’t strike, so I tried to lie.

Those don’t work by remote, that’s why I’d planned to leave them here.

It was lame, but it was the only idea I had. At least if he operated the cameras manually, he couldn’t fuck me and take pictures at the same time. For a moment I thought he might have believed me. Then, Van grinned. He knew it was a lie.

Without a word Van quite easily set up all three cameras and the remote panel without so much as a glance in my direction. It was a test, and I’d failed. He finished almost as fast as I could have. I'd failed badly. He'd warned me about lying and I'd ignored him. Now, I kept as still and silent as possible through the process, hoping that he’d ignore the lie in his excitement to start using the cameras. I was pretty sure it was a futile hope.

 

[BLACK BART]

Van

Kit had excellent and precise taste in the equipment she used. Each peice was selected to give her full use of the automatic functions and let the user concentrate on the subject to be photographed rather than the process of photographing...

Three slow circles in which I used the time to admire her exquisite body, the way her body held itself despite the confines of her arms bound behind her, the way the tiniest bit of fear showed itself in her face as she bit her lip.

And with each time I considered Kit's actions and the words she had spoken...

"In every relationship regardless if it's proffesional or intimate there are a few...essential...factors, Kit"

Inside the tiny circle I now moved, my hand on her hair and appreciating it's silkiness, then gripping it to push her forward and over the back of the chaise.

"Communication is one, without it neither party can understand what the other wants or needs."

Kit's body was once again bent forward, her legs stretched long and taut, her ass twitching as I ran my hands down one leg and then slowly...up the other to rest between them.

"Trust is another, to fully believe that what is said to you is the way it is...and should be, to feel that the word given is gold and you can put all your faith in it"

Lifting my hand from the rapidly warming and silky softy mound I lifted it, then removed the heavy ring to slide it into my pocket as Kit twisted her head to watch silently.

"The third and most important is TRUTH, for without it in everything the two parties say or do?"

Driving my calloused hand downward I caught Kit's buttocks perfectly, the blow ringing like a gunshot and echoing off the walls as I lifted my hand and let it hover over her.

"Without it nothing the two parties do is REAL...and I want this to be as real as possible for you and I"

Again my hand came down, cracking on the risings welts of the first blow and making Kit groan in response as I dug in my pocket and pulled out three tiny, black controls.

"Without truth everything breaks down Kit...the respect the two parties have for each other....even the control that holds them back and prevents unintentionable harm..."

As Kit turned to focus on the tiny remote controls I pressed each one, triggering the camera's to begin thier preset cycle and photograph us...and I knelt beside the prone woman, then brought my hand down in a vicious and powerful blow to her already punished ass.

"Don't destroy what little we have, Kit" I warned in a near whisper, my face a quarter inch from hers as I pushed my hand into the soft gap between her thighs and began to rub her throught the thin fabric. "It will ruin the fun before it begins"

Again and again I lifted my hand and slapped her, this time a controlled punishment that still stung and made her whimper...then pushed my hand between her thighs to gently rub and tease her sex...the camera's clicking in a slow circle and recording each and every motion the two of us made...

"And that would make me very...upset"

 

[Lady_Kit]

Bart? Any interest in revisiting the past?

Yours,

Kit

 

[BLACK BART]

With you my erotic Lady K there is always the greatest of interest past, present or future.

Let's start the fun again, then?

 

[Lady_Kit]

Yes, please.

I believe I'm up?

 

[BLACK BART]

Step into my parlour my erotic mistress...I'm quivering with delight!