The Making of a Whore : Part 2

Jack then took a few steps back in order to take some pictures. He remained directly in front of her and thus continued to impede the other cameramen's view. As the obvious leader, he could do as he pleased. And as he clicked away, Debbie remained where she was with her dress around her waist and with her enormous married tits hanging out of her useless bra. Her face was now bright red and she was still terrified. But the whole experience was curiously making her feel hot inside.

She found that revealing her breasts was actually quite exciting. She had not expected this. Yes, she was a little embarrassed, she had been concerned that a seasoned professional like Jack would not be impressed with the goods on offer. But once he started taking pictures and the way he so obviously zoomed in on her chest suggested that her body had met with his approval. And Debbie found herself desperate for Jack's approval. And when she realised this, when she realised that she was pleasing Jack, well her pussy seemed to get a little wet...

As the poor wife's body began to respond to the situation, Jack told her to put her hands behind her back. She found that this was not a request, but an order and she found herself instinctively obeying,. Although this inevitably meant that her tits would now be thrust out even more aggressively, it did not prevent her from doing what she was told. As she complied with her latest order, the men behind Jack could wait no more and they spread out from behind him in order to get a clear shot of this young housewife displaying her body.

All the men continued to take pictures for a couple of more minutes as Debbie continued to thrust out her lovely tits. Then Jack decided to move things on. He told her to walk over to a chair, which one of the men had moments before placed in the middle of the room. She was stand so her back was facing the camera and was ordered to stop a few feet away from the chair.

She was then ordered to lean forward, place her hands on the back of the chair and to spread her legs. Debbie immediately realised what effect this pose would have. As she would bend down, her tiny skirt would rise up revealing her g-stringed ass. Also, her tits would hang heavily down and, with her legs spread out, it would be quite an obscene pose, not one which Kate Moss or Naomi Campbell would be familiar with. Of that she was sure.

As she hesitated, Jack repeated the order. She had to make a quick decision. Do what Jack had told her and continue with her fledging modelling career; or walk out with the result that she would carry on being a dull old housewife for the rest of her life. She so desperately wanted the former and she quickly rationalised that, since these men were professional and, despite the pose being a little risqué, still no real harm could come from this.

So, ever so slowly, she leant forward and placed her hands on the back of the chair. As she did, she felt her skirt rise up and she knew that they could now see the tops of her stockings, suspenders and much of the creamy white flesh above. Then she shuffled her feat so that her legs were spread. She could feel her dress rise up that bit more, so much so that cold air could be felt on the lower curves of her bottom.

Jack then they asked her to thrust her bottom out. Once more she obeyed and when she did, at least half of her naked exposed cheeks were on view. She knew that the g-string she was wearing and which nestled snugly between the valley of her young married cheeks, was utterly useless in protecting her bottom from the eyes of these men.

Still, the demanding Jack was not satisfied and she was ordered to reach back and lift her skirt up so that all of her bottom would be on display. At first she hesitated and her mind wondered to her husband and what he would make of all of this: here was his wife, alone with men she barely knew, legs spread wide, bottom thrust out for their cameras, her naked tits hanging down in all their glory and being ordered to reveal her married ass to them. She knew how horrified he would be.

But this did not stop her and, instinctively, she reached back with her trembling hand and followed Jack's orders. Something was making her do this, she figured, and it was not the sensible part of her brain.

She moved the dress up so that it rested on the top of her back, and moved her hand back to the chair so that the men had an unimpeded view of her perfectly formed ass which was lovingly framed by her black suspenders. As she did, she could hear their cameras furiously click away and the men breathing heavily. Her body was having an affect on them. At this, she was happy. And her pussy got wetter.

And as the cameras clicked away, she began to ponder why her body was reacting like this, with a view to somehow rationalising her slutty behaviour. She thought to herself that it had been so long since she had seen or had any physical contact with her husband that now, alone with these men, her body was beginning to react in a strange way. It was reacting in a way a wife's body should react when alone with her husband.

But this was not right. This was wrong.

Behind her, as these hot feelings started to curse through her, the cameramen were greedily devouring her ass and tits by taking pictures from all angles. One of the cameramen asked her to thrust out her ass a little more for them. Naturally she obeyed.

Jack spent most of the time taking pictures in front of Debbie, it seemed that he had taken a fancy to her big tits and, when he asked her to look all alluring by licking her full red lips, she did so without hesitation.

After a few minutes of this, during which she continued to feel hot and to enjoy the men's attentions, Jack finally asked her to turn around and straighten up. When she did, her dress was still bunched up around her waist.

Jack again decided to take things a step further. He asked her to remove her dress completely from her body. This time, she obeyed and without hesitation. Once her dress lay in a puddle by her heels, she daintily stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor.

She looked down at it and realised its symbolic significance to her. Her crumpled dress represented the flag of surrender for her old conservative life and victory to a new and exciting life as a model for The Platinum Club.

Now just dressed, in her heels, stockings, suspenders, g-string and bra, she presented a stunning display of womanhood to these old, perverted men. And judging by the sounds of their heavy breathing, her body had met with real satisfaction. She realised then that her modelling career had entered a new, exciting phase, one where firstly she was confident to stand as she was, displaying much of her body and, secondly, when she knew that her body was capable of causing much pleasure in other men. And this pleased her greatly.

As she stood there, confident in herself, more pictures were taken. She was asked to put her hands on her hips, to look sexy and provocative, which she did to perfection. As the cameramen continued to move around her, the sound of the cameras clicking, away and the flashes of light made her feel like a real model. And even a star. Still it was just Jack who gave the orders, telling her to look into his camera, smile, blow him a kiss, lick her lips. As she obeyed every one of his orders, Debbie was loving every minute of the attention bestowed upon her.

And as Debbie was feeling like a supermodel, she could hear another order from the ever domineering Jack. It was for her to turn around and slowly remove her g-string. In the haze of light, and totally immersed in her excitement, this seemed like a perfectly reasonable request. (Five or so minutes ago, it would have been met with horror, such was the rapid transformation of this young lady).

So, as ordered, she turned around and once more her lovely arse was facing the cameramen and then she slowly began to peel down her g-string. As she did, Jack called out to tell her to, at all times, keep her legs together and straight, which she did, knowing full well what kind of view this would present to him. Once the g-string lay by her feet, and she was fully bent over, it suddenly dawned on her that her pussy was now also fully on display. Her married pussy. A married pussy that she had never shown to anyone other than her husband and it was now on display and being photographed. She almost came...

Jack told her to remain in that position, bent over, arse and pussy all on stunning view and tits hanging down. More pictures were taken. She could look behind at the cameramen and could see them frantically clicking their cameras. She also had a perfect view of their groins and noted that each of the men was sporting a hard on. She had caused that. Again she almost came.

She then saw Jack walking a few paces towards her, stopping just a foot or so away. He was now able to get an even closer view of her perfect bottom. He took one or two more pictures. The others had stopped since he was in their way and all that could be heard was the sound of the Jack's camera clicking and his heavy breathing. Then, totally unexpectedly for Debbie, Jack reached out with one of his hands and placed it on her bottom and gently stroked it.

"Perfect."

Was all that he said. And this brought out a gasp of shock from Debbie for this was the first ever non-husband male contact on her person. And the feeling was wonderful.

Jack's hand remained there for just a few seconds longer. He then stood up. When he did, Debbie could see that out of all the men, his hard on was the largest. By far.

Jack then told her to stand up, turn around and face him. When she did, he looked down at her and licked his lips and told her how well he thought she was doing and how much of a professional model she was. Are you sure you have never modelled before, you are that good? He asked.

Debbie, glowing with joy at this praise, shook her head and assured him that she really was an amateur. Jack smiled and then turned around and walked back to the men. As he did, and without even looking at her, he ordered her to remove her bra. She did so immediately since in any event, her bra was utterly useless in protecting her big tits and she began to find it more of a hindrance than a help. She somehow felt that it was more natural, and more appropriate, for her to be just wearing her black heels, stockings and suspenders and to reveal fully her tits to Jack. Although this was absurd, considering that she was married, it was how she felt.

When Jack got to the other cameramen, he said something to them. When he had finished, they looked disappointed and they started to pack away their equipment. As they did, Debbie remained standing where she was, half naked and thoroughly confused as she watched what was going on around her. Jack did not bother to come over to her to tell her anything so she was left wondering whether the shoot was over? Within a few minutes the three others were saying their goodbyes to her and then they left. She was now alone with Jack. As a result, her pussy started to dribble juices down the insides of her thighs.

Jack then calmly put his camera down on a nearby table and walked over to a leather couch that was in the far end of the room. He then ordered Debbie to walk over and to stand in front of him. When she did, he spread his legs in order to help alleviate the tension in his groin. Katie now got an even better look at his still covered hard on. It looked gigantic. It also meant that Jack was utterly confident in this woman's presence and he did not see the need for any social niceties by doing what would be the gentlemanly thing of concealing his erection.

With his legs spread, his big 12 inch dick protruding out of his trousers and the semi naked Debbie standing obediently in front of him, staring down in awe at his groin, Jack proceeded to explain to her the workings of The Platinum Club.

By the time Jack had finished, Debbie was panting with excitement. An exclusive modelling club whose sole purpose was to pleasure old, rich men! Her initial reaction was one of shock and to have nothing to do with it. But the more the charming and persuasive Jack explained it to her, the more she found herself being dragged into this perverse world. The juices from her pussy were now pouring down her leg at the thought of being asked to model in various naughty ways for these old men (Jack had yet to tell her about the inevitable fuckings that would follow but did intimate that the men would often relieve themselves in front of the model).

Jack went on to assure her that many a famous model would often participate in The Platinum Club as a means of getting into more mainstream modelling. Indeed, some of the members were senior figures in the fashion industry and helped facilitate a Platinum Club model's fashion career. At this Debbie was curious and asked more. Of course Jack had anticipated everything...

For, on a coffee table that was right in front of Jack, there lay a plain, brown envelope. Jack pointed to it and told Debbie to pick it up. He told her that inside were pictures of a world famous model that, no one outside The Premier Club had seen or were ever going to see. Debbie, hands shaking, opened the envelope, removed the pictures and took a look.

The first picture she saw was indeed of a famous English model. A model whose drug antics and on-off relationship with a third rate rock star have gained notoriety throughout the world. But the picture that she looked at was like no other that she had seen of this model before. The model was wearing a tight, black leather corset which was so small that her Petit tits were fully on display, nipples violently erect. She also wore black stockings, which to the black corset courtesy of black suspenders, a black g-string and a pair of patent black leather boots which seemed to have at least a 6 inch heel.

The outfit this particular model could probably have worn without too much of a controversy (she has done soft erotica in the past), however it was what she was doing that made Debbie gasp and lick her lips with desire.

Firstly, the model was not wearing any normal leather boots for, on each ankle, there was attached a big gold ring. Each ring was then attached to a chain that had been drilled into the floor. However, each a chain was several feet away from the other meaning that the model's legs were being forcefully kept spread wide open.

Debbie could then see that the model was holding on to two ropes hanging down from the ceiling which were a few feet in front of her. The net affect of all this was, by keeping her legs spread so wide and by leaning forward, it forced her wonderful bottom to be thrust out and presented to the person standing behind her.

Debbie then saw who that was. It was none other than Jack. But he looked a good few years younger than he was today. And then she noticed that the model in question looked a lot younger too. She looked like she was in her teens. The pictures must have been taken some years ago, she thought. Debbie moved on and looked at the next picture, which was still front on so you could not see the model's face but not her bottom. When Debbie looked at it, she let out another little gasp of fear. She could see that Jack's arm was raised and he was holding what looked like a leather riding crop. It was poised right above the poor teenage model's bottom.

In the next picture you could see that Jack's arm had come down and was now level with her bottom. The model's mouth was wide open and pain was entrenched all over her lovely face. Presumably, at that moment, the leather whip had made contact with her innocent cheeks and she was crying out in anguish.

The next few pictures were fairly similar and showed Jack bringing the whip down on to the famous model's lovely teenage ass. The angle then changed, with the cameraman moving to stand next to Jack in order to take pictures of the model's whipped bottom, which at this stage, as the pictures indicated, was covered in dark, red welts.

Then another step up in shock value for poor Debbie. The whipping had stopped but instead Jack had taken out his huge 12 inch cock and it was hovering over the poor girl's ass. The following pictures showed Jack rubbing his cock and, just as he had told Debbie moments before, a member of The Platinum Club was getting ready to relieve himself, which he did by emitting copious amounts of spunk and spraying it all over the abused ass...

When Debbie had finished looking at the pictures, she looked up at Jack. His legs were still wide open in that arrogant manner, but he was now also grinning insanely, thoroughly enjoying the shock value these pictures were causing. Debbie in turn was shaking with fear. Her face was bright red, her mouth open and she was loudly panting.

Jack then explained to her that the pictures were taken when the young model was in her teens, just before she hit the big time. No one outside The Platinum Club knows that or knows that, as a result of this shoot, and a few others like it, the girl made it on to the front of Tattler in the early 1990s and a supermodel was born. In all likelihood, had she not agreed to become a model for the Club, she would never have become the supermodel that she is today.

Jack then asked whether BDSM was something that would appeal to Debbie?

Debbie, who could not help but to continue to stare at the pictures, without thinking nodded her head. Although she had no previous experience of BDSM, so engrossed and turned on was she by what she was looking at, she had nodded her head without giving a moments thought as to the consequences.

Jack, seeing how she was getting turned on, pressed home his advantage. He told her that if she too modelled in a similar fashion to the model in the pictures, he was convinced that it would open many more doors for her. And look at the advantages, you got paid well for taking erotic pictures which, in all likelihood, you will enjoy, and it opens up a new more legitimate modelling career to you. And if truth be told, this route was one of the most common means for advancement for female models and actresses these days.

Debbie, who was still looking at the pictures and had not looked up at Jack, again nodded her head in agreement.

Jack continued. He told her that before she made her mind up, maybe she should practice the kind of things the Club would expect her to do.

Again she nodded her head, still paying more attention to what the model was doing than what Jack was saying and all the while she silently wondering what it would be like to be the one taking the caning and whether she, a conservative upper class housewife could take such a beating. Debbie darkly and secretly desperately hoped so...

As she thought these dark thoughts, she heard Jack order her to put the pictures down, walk over to the couch that was directly opposite him and where she would find a box. She was to sit down, open the box and wait for further instructions.

Without thinking, she again nodded her head, still looking at the pictures utterly engrossed in seeing this young girl be a sex slave for Jack. But this time Jack screamed out her name and told her to pay attention. He would not tolerate a woman who did not concentrate when he was speaking. She immediately apologized. She then realized what he had said and what she had agreed to. It was true, she had not really being paying attention to him. But seeing the stern way that Jack was looking at her, she was too afraid to disagree and disobey him now. Also, her pussy was so wet, her body was in no position to resist him and, in any event, no harm could come from being showed what was expected from a Platinum Club Model. Could it?

So, hands still shaking, she put the photos back on the table and walked over to the black leather couch. On it was a white box and she sat down next to it. As ordered, she picked it up and opened it. Inside she saw a huge black dildo! She screamed out in horror. She had never used a dildo before!

Jack told her to take it out.

Instinctively, she obeyed. She felt that by being alone with this domineering, big man, she had no choice but to obey him.

So, hands trembling, she reached inside and brought out the 12 inch dildo.

Jack then told her to suck it.

She obeyed.

She put the dildo in her mouth and started to suck it. She managed to get about three inches in, which is all she ever managed with her husband, and gave it a good lick.

Jack told her to suck more, today she should suck at least half, in time, he told her, she would learn to suck more.

She obeyed.

Another three inches went in and now she had 6 in total.

Jack then told her to use one of her hands to play with her big married tits.

She obeyed.

She noticed how hard and long her nipples were. She had never known them to be so hard before. She flicked them and quietly moaned. She found it extraordinary that it was so easy for her to obey this man and to follow every one of his dark orders. Indeed, the more he asked her to do, the hotter she became. What was happening, she wondered?