The following story was written to celebrate the 100th story posted to my blog.
I had to split it up into 5 parts to share on reddit.

I hope you all like it and return for many more stories.

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Jeff was surprised to meet his friend unannounced at his front door. “Hey, Marc.” He greeted him. “I’m sorry, but right now is not a good time.”

Marc smiled. “That’s okay, I just came here to return these to you.” He handed Jeff the large bag he was holding.

Jeff looked inside, surprised to find a large collection of rope. “Are these mine?” He asked.

Marc nodded. “Yeah. I’ve put them to good use, but I thought it was time to return them.”

Jeff laughed. His friend had had these for years, he’d already bought himself more than one new set. “You should keep them.” He said.

Marc shook his head. “It’s okay. Lauren promised to buy me some for ourselves for my birthday.”

Jeff grinned. “So the two of you are back together?”

Marc nodded. “We went hiking last week. Just like the good old days.

Jeff chuckled. He’d heard about those trips, though Marc was always stingy with the details. That reminded him however, that he had someone – tied up like Lauren must’ve been last week – waiting for him. “That’s great to hear.” He said. “Well thanks for the rope, but I really should get going.”

“All right, see you around.” Marc replied, turning to leave.

Jeff quickly closed the door and went back inside, where a young, beautiful woman, completely naked, was tied up with her arms above her head, rope attached to a hook in his ceiling.

“Who was that?” The girl asked.

“Just a friend, Tina.” Jeff replied.

“He didn’t see me, did he?” She asked.

Jeff grinned, the tone of her voice betrayed that she was excited, rather than scared, that someone might have caught a glimpse of her in this precarious position. “He didn’t come in.” He replied.

Tina licked her lips. “Can we continue?”

Jeff chuckled. “Eager are we?”

The girl pouted. “My arms are growing tired.”

Jeff nodded. He’d taken his time with her, tying up her wrists, placing the rope neatly and perfectly, arranging it across her chest to form a cross, the rope firmly ensnaring her breasts. It took a while for it to both look esthetically pleasing and still be tight and secure enough that she actually felt tied up and unable to escape.

He had just reached her hips with the rope when the bell had interrupted them. He picked it up now and firmly pulled it around her hips. The back of his hands caressed her inner thighs as he pulled the rope between her legs, securing it firmly against her pussy. He wasn’t groping or fondling her, but he did allow himself some leeway, feeling her soft, sensitive skin against his own while he worked on her.

Tina wasn’t his girlfriend or date, she was a girl he’d met online, a friend who’d shared her fantasies with him and trusted him to play with her. This wasn’t their first time together and while Tina completely submitted herself to Jeff’s control, she knew that he wouldn’t go further than the limits they’d agreed upon.

Jeff grabbed the young woman by her ankles and pushed her legs together so that he could tie them up with his rope. He worked his way down to her ankles, arranging it in a ladder-like pattern so that she was completely unable to move.

When he was done, he walked around her, drinking in the view. She was completely naked, breasts heaving with excitement as they poked out between their bounds of rope, mouth open as she was breathing heavily, arms stretched above her head, body swaying slightly side to side as she was unable to escape, her bottom plump and firm, her buttocks separated by two thick strands of rope pulled tightly between them.

“How are you feeling today, Tina?” Jeff asked.

The girl moaned softly. “Good.” She whispered.

Jeff grinned. “Good? How far do you want me to go?”

The girl blushed. “I want you to spank me.” She said.

Jeff nodded, placing a hand on her bottom, caressing her gently. “And?” He asked.

“I want to cum.” Tina continued.

“You want me to make you cum?” Jeff asked.

The girl nodded.

Jeff moved his hand from her bottom to her pussy, which was mostly protected by a layer of braided rope. “What do I get in return?” He asked.

Tina moaned deeply. “You may touch me, freely.” She replied.

Jeff grinned, that was a given, it would be hard to make her cum without touching her. Still, it was a great treat, she didn’t always want him to go this far, some days all she wanted was to be punished or tied up. “What else?” He asked, making it sound like he thought the trade was still uneven.

“I’ll help you cum as well.” Tina offered.

Jeff grunted. “With your mouth.” He said.

The girl hesitated for a moment, thinking it over. They did this every time they played, this back and forth. It was in either of their rights to decline what the other wanted and find another compromise. So far they’d always been able to agree to something that had them both satisfied in the end.

“With my mouth.” Tina agreed.

Jeff smiled broadly. “First your spanking.” He said. He yearned to put his hands on her, to touch her all-over under the guise of helping her cum. But he had to do things right, in the correct order. He placed his hand on her bottom. At least that he was already allowed to touch.

Tina moaned deeply as Jeff caressed her bottom. Every time she visited him, she wanted to offer more of herself, to submit more fully. Sure some days all she needed was a firm spanking and he respected that; but days like today, she wished he would just have his way with her, just fuck her and assert his dominance.

He wouldn’t though and that’s why she could keep coming back, could trust him, could let him spank her bottom right now while she was completely tied up and unable to escape.

She moaned deeply as his hand connected with her backside. The sting quickly spread through her buttocks. The swats came in firm and strong and Tina swayed back and forth from the impact, unable to keep still with her arms tied above her head.

Jeff wrapped his arm around her, holding her naked body close to his. Holding her still like this, he aimed his hand at her bottom.

Tina moaned and squirmed as the palm of his hand connected with her backside again and again. The rope dug into her body, her buttocks, her hips, her shoulders, her breasts, her thighs, her pussy.

The sting built up as her bottom grew hot and pink. Yet this wasn’t a punishment, Jeff knew when she asked for discipline versus when she asked for a spanking for pleasure.

He built up the pain in her backside, but not so high that it became intolerable, just on the edge of making her squeal.

Then he let go of her, her body swinging from her restraints. He fetched his riding crop, his favorite implement to use for a pleasure spanking.

Tina bit her lower lip as he placed the tip of the crop on her upper thighs. Her bottom was burning, just as much as her arousal as he stroked her thighs with the crop, pushing it between her legs, the length of the rod stroking her pussy.

Then he pulled it back, landing a sharp swat across her backside. Tina squealed softly.

Jeff walked around her, teasing her by tickling her with the crop, caressing her body without hitting her.

Tina moaned deeply as he pushed the tip of the crop between her breasts, then flicking one of her nipples. She squealed when it flicked against her breasts with a sharp snap.

The crop moved down again, over her belly, past her pussy, onto her inner thighs. Another snap followed by a deep moan.

Tied up as she was, Tina had no way to defend herself. The crop travelled all over her body, tickling and slapping. Jeff focussed mostly on her backside, her thighs and her breasts, leaving behind small red spots of stinging sensation.

Yet as her breathing grew heavier, her arousal uncontrollable, Jeff returned his focus to her bottom. Again and again the riding crop landed across her backside, not just the leather tip, but the full length of the rod, until they were not just tiny red spots of pain, but a connected layer of bright red, burning skin.

Tina moaned loudly, squealing softly, squirming in her ties as the riding crop tortured her backside and the rope dug into her skin, until finally, Jeff dropped the implement to the ground, wrapping her arms around her body.

She moaned deeply, feeling his strong arms around her, his chest against her back, his crotch and hard cock against her bottom and her breasts cupped in the palm of his hands.

She closed her eyes, breathing loudly as he played with her tits: groping, squeezing, pinching. She could feel his cock, throbbing with excitement against her sore buttocks. She’d asked him to make her cum and in return she’d let him touch her, his body against hers.

His hands reached down, sliding down her belly, between her legs, pulling on the braided rope between her thighs. Tina moaned impatiently as he fiddled with the knots, untying the rope to gain access to her most private parts.

Then finally she was freed and his fingers dug between her lips, finding her clit. She groaned deeply, swinging back and forth from her wrists, held in balance by his strong arms.

It didn’t take long, her body was trembling, her bottom on fire and her pussy soaking wet. She moaned deeply, resting her head against Jeff’s chest, closing her eyes as the orgasm took control, her body shaking uncontrollably.

After she’d cum, Jeff let go. Tina was still dangling from her ropes, unable to stand up straight. Jeff gently caressed her body, his fingers tracing every inch of her bare skin. She closed her eyes again, letting him explore her. Before, his touch was meant to help her cum, right now it was meant for his pleasure, the trade they had agreed to.

He began to fiddle with the ropes, ready to untie her so that she could fulfill the last part of her agreement.

“Wait.” Tina said.

Jeff paused. “Is anything wrong?” He asked.

“No.” She replied. “There was just something I wanted to ask, before you untied me.”

“Of course.” He said.

Tina blushed. “I know I’m not the only girl you play with.” She said. “When you’re with the others, do you ever take pictures of them, when you’ve tied them up?”

Jeff nodded. “There are pictures.” He said. “But they’re private.”

Tina blushed deeply. “No, I didn’t mean I wanted to see them. I meant maybe I’d like you to take some pictures of me as well.”

Jeff smiled. “I don’t actually take them myself. A friend of mine is a professional photographer. He’s helped me take some great photo’s with professional equipment.”

Tina licked her lips. “Oh…”

“I don’t have to ask him, of course.” Jeff said. “But I can promise you it’s worth it, rather than a naughty picture, what you get from him is art, something erotic and sexy, you’d be proud to frame and hang on your wall.”

Tina giggled, she didn’t think she’d ever hang a picture of herself, naked and tied up, in a frame on any wall.

“I also trust him completely.” Jeff said. “He’s professional and does exactly what you ask of him.”

Tina bit her lips, hesitantly. “Alright, maybe next time, you could invite him?”

Jeff nodded. “I will. But first, you still promised me something.”

Tina nodded. “Of course, sir.” She moaned softly as Jeff slowly untied the ropes around her body. She shivered as they came off, rubbing, caressing her sensitive skin.

Then, completely naked, she knelt at his feet. Jeff undid his trousers, freeing his cock and she took him in her mouth, just like she’d promised. She licked and sucked, looking up at him through the lashes of her eyes. She could feel his heartbeat on her tongue and against the roof of her mouth.

Jeff moaned and grunted and then he came, his body freezing up, his cum filling her mouth. She swallowed it, licking his cock clean. “Thank you, sir.” She whispered.

***

Michael was with a customer when he received a phone call from his friend Jeff. Yet when he heard that one of his friend’s girls had asked for his services during their next play session, he eagerly agreed. Michael tried to focus his work on the kinky and naughty, but to make ends meet he often had to do the boring side-jobs as well, seminars, weddings, school pictures... Photoshoots like the one Jeff wanted where what his work was really about.

The customer he was with today wasn’t boring at all either however. A young couple had requested a boudoir photoshoot with a theme.

The young wife had dressed up as a traditional maid, while her husband wore a businessman’s tight suit. Most of his attention went to the woman of course, her husband was more a set piece in the background.

Her maid outfit wasn’t much of a costume either. She wore a black apron with white ruffled lace and a matching cap. The apron was almost too small to contain her breasts and barely long enough to cover her crotch. Whenever she turned around, the round, pale globes of her buttocks were revealed before his camera. Underneath it she wore white lace lingerie and a set of thigh-high stockings.

Michael had her posing in various ways, pretending to be doing the job of a maid. He’d had her bending over, brushing the floor with a broom with too short a handle, presenting her bottom on one end, her tits falling out of her outfit on the other. He’d have her standing on a stool, reaching the top of a cabinet with her duster, his camera peeking at her underwear under her apron. He had her on all fours, scrubbing the floor, bottom sticking out. He had her kneeling at her husband’s feet – her pretend boss – and shining his shoes. He had her bending over his bed, pulling on the sheets to make the bed, ready to be pushed in. He had her pulling laundry from their washing machine, digging in deep as if she were stuck in there.

The final position he had her in however, was at the request of the couple themselves. They were in the kitchen, were she was baking cookies. He took pictures of her preparing the dough, her back turned to them, uncovered by her apron. He took pictures of her bending over, putting the tray into the oven. He took pictures of her pulling them back out, burned to a crisp, just like they’d planned. He took pictures of her wringing her hands, looking down at her feet as her pretend boss wagged his finger at her.

Michael had known they wanted a spanking scene in their photoshoot and he’d been eager to get to that part. He took pictures of the woman across her husband’s lap on a kitchen chair and more pictures of her bend over the kitchen table, bottom pridefully held high.

He witnessed the man spank his wife’s backside while she lay across his lap, for he wanted to make sure she had the right color for their pictures. When he proposed that he could easily photoshop them for the same result, the husband assured him that he wanted as realistic a view as possible.

Michael stared in amazement as the spanking continued. The husband had said realistic and he meant it. His wife’s buttocks bounced beneath the palm of his hand.

And yet she didn’t complain or protest. She didn’t even object to his presence. Her only reaction to her spanking was a soft moaning and squirming as the color in her backside went from pink to bright red.

Michael continued taking pictures, framing her colorful bottom as best he could. Waiting for her husband to raise his arm to get the best view, or timing it precisely when his hand connected with her bottom to catch the rippling of her skin.

The maid’s moans grew louder, but Michael didn’t consider the fact that her bottom was probably red enough for the rest of their shoot. He was too engrossed in the action, taking the best pictures, getting the best lighting.

Her husband had her stand up, bending over the kitchen table again, like before. He grabbed the wooden spoon with which she’d mixed the dough and planted it across her bottom.

Michael made sure to take pictures of the man wielding the spoon, as well as the impact of the implement on the woman’s sore, stinging backside.

Again and again, the husband chastised his wife’s bottom, her buttocks bouncing under the impact, caught on Michael’s camera.

Then, her husband grabbed his wife’s panties and pulled them down in one swift motion, baring her bottom and revealing her swollen, wet pussy.

Michael aimed his camera and then hesitated. Had the couple gotten caught up in the moment? “Should I continue?” He asked.

“If you please.” The husband said.

The wife didn’t complain, and thus Michael saved her pain, lust and agony into still frames on his camera.

When her husband finally stopped, the shoot wasn’t over. The maid’s boss made her stand in the corner of the room like a naughty girl, hands on her head, red bottom on display. Michael took pictures of it all.

He made her redo all the pictures they’d done before: scrubbing the floor, dusting the cabinets, making the bed, doing the laundry; but this time she did it with her red bottom on display, as if her boss had made her redo all her work after her punishment.

When she was done, her husband stripped her of her apron, freed her tits from her bra and made her peel down her stockings until she was completely naked.

Michael kept his camera ready through the entire process, catching every moment of her slowly being stripped naked.

He then watched as the maid was made to pleasure her boss. How she crawled towards him on hands and knees. How she stood beside him when he sat down, her one foot on the couch beside him, his hand caressing her leg. How she sat down on his lap, blushing as he caressed her body. How she straddled his lap, grinding against his crotch, his hands grasping her buttocks.

They didn’t fuck, they didn’t go that far, not with his camera present. But you wouldn’t be able to tell from the pictures, not from the angles Michael had taken them in.

When they were finally satisfied. Michael stored away his equipment.

“I hope we didn’t go to far.” The man said, sounding slightly apologetic. “I feel like we got carried away a little.”

Michael grinned. “No worries, it happens. I really enjoyed working with you.”

The man’s wife blushed. “We really enjoyed having you here today.” She said. “You can stay a bit longer if you want.”

Michael raised his eyebrows, wondering why exactly they wanted him to stay.

“What my husband is going to do next isn’t fit for pictures.” The wife said. “But we wouldn’t mind if you stayed and watched.

Michael grinned. Wow, they really were straight-forward, weren’t they? “I don’t think I can take much more of this.” He replied honestly. He often got aroused during his work and he usually was able to hide it to remain professional, but right now he was rock hard and it was difficult to even sit down normally.

“Perhaps he doesn’t have to just watch, honey.” The husband said. “After all, you do owe him for doing all that extra work for us. I’m sure he took a lot more pictures than we agreed to at first.”

The wife blushed, but looked at Micheal eagerly as she bit her lips, her husband’s suggestion didn’t come as a surprise to her. “I guess that would be fair.” She agreed.

Michael licked his lips. This wasn’t an opportunity he should let himself pass by, he realized. “I guess I can stay a bit longer.” He agreed.

The woman smiled broadly and promptly wrapped her arms around her husband. They kissed vigorously. She was still completely naked of course, and her husband’s hands freely roamed over her body.

Michael felt like he should take his camera, but he had already put it away, all he could do now was watch.

“Or friend can’t see.” The husband said as his wife straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around her, burying his face with her breasts. So he picked her up and turned her around, planting his red bottom on his lap.

The woman smiled and winked at Michael as she rode her husband’s crotch, her tits bouncing up and down. Faster and faster she ground against him, until her husband pushed her up, undoing his trousers and releasing his cock. She sat back down, her husband sliding inside of her.

She rode him slowly now, her husband’s hands on her hips to guide her, grinding her sore bottom against his lap.

Michael was hot and excited, not sure what to do. They’d suggested he do more than just watch, but he didn’t know what else to do. He ran his hand down his pants, rubbing his crotch, feeling his cock pushing against its boundaries. He unbuttoned, reaching inside with his hand, grabbing hold of his erection while looking at the couple in front of him.

“Wait, come here, I’ll help.” The wife suddenly said.

Michael licked his lips, standing up uncertainly, his cock already part way out of his trousers. He moved closer to the couple. Her husband didn’t look at him, he had his eyes closed, seemingly in ecstasy as his wife slowly road his cock.

The wife urged Michael to stand in front of her, pulling him closer even as she continued riding her husband. She grabbed his cock and brought it to her mouth, taking it in and sucking on it.

Michael moaned deeply, hands at his side, not sure where to put them. She took hold of them, placing them on her breasts, on top of her husband’s. Michael tried to play with them, but they were too far down and it felt too awkward to be entangled with her husband’s hands, even though he did not protest. He placed his hands on her shoulders instead and then on her neck, his fingers entangling in her hair.

Her husband let out a deep groan, suddenly thrusting upwards, his wife bouncing up and down with his cock in her mouth. Then he froze, cumming deep inside her.

He opened his eyes, looking up for a moment at the man who had his cock in his wife’s mouth. Then he bent down to nibble her neck, his hands sliding down from her breasts to her belly and then her pussy. His fingers digging deep inside her.

Michael could feel her mouth clamping shut around his cock as her husband’s fingers played with her clit. He moaned deeply from the added pressure.

The closer her husband brought her to orgasm, the harder she sucked his cock. Michael grunted and groaned and when she came, her whole body shuddering, he couldn’t stop himself either, his cum filled up her mouth, nearly choking her as her own orgasm urged her to breath, but his forced her to swallow.

Yet she managed it somehow, managed to suck him dry and clean his cock with her tongue, even while her own body was trembling with excitement.

He stepped back, taking a deep breath, slowly composing himself as he pulled up his trousers.

The woman got off her husband’s lap and he as well rearranged his clothing. She remained fully naked of course.

“Well, that was something…” Michael said.

The husband smiled. “We’ve always wanted to do something like that.” He said. “And you seemed to be amenable.”

Michael grinned. “Yeah, no, it was definitely interesting.”

The wife grinned. “Do you have many interesting photoshoots like this one?” She asked.

Michael laughed. “Interesting photoshoots, yes. But never one that ended quite like this one.”

The woman turned to her husband. “I already have some ideas for our next dress-up.” She said.

Her husband laughed. “You hear that?” He said. “She’s already yearning for more.”

Michael grinned and sat back down, oddly comfortable around them, despite what had just happened. “Well I’m up for it.” He said. “Days like this are what keep me going during the more boring contracts I have to do.”

The woman smiled. “How boring can it be?” She asked.

“Just last week.” Michael said. “I was at a seminar, some guy was giving a lecture about how we were all connected or something, some of that self-help nonsense. He asked me to take pictures of himself and the crowd for his next book.” He raised his shoulders. “Nothing interesting ever happens at those seminars.”