[01.04] LILY

She really didn't know herself. And for someone that is trying to get to know her, this is somewhat of a problem.

"I don't know, I think people see me as a totally good girl and I'm really not a good girl."





"Oh yeah, how's that?" I asked.

"I think if my parents knew some of the stuff I do they would be totally appalled."

"Tell me about that." I probed.

"I don't know, I'm on this big kick of really being dominated. Like to an extreme amount."

"Tell me about it."

"Like I want to be choked and like told I'm a slut and that kinda thing. Like uh, spanked and just told what to do. For some reason that's just been my thing."




"Have you told anyone to do that stuff?"

"Yeah," she paused.

"Did they do it?"

"Actually most of it is my not having to ask." she laughed.

"You just attract people who want to choke you?" I asked.

"It's not like in a mean way."

"I know."

"I don't know...that happened once without me saying anything. And it kinda scared me at first," she stammered. "And then it was like the most amazing thing for some reason after that."



"So let's continue," I suggested. "I'd like to capture you from the vantage point of being beneath you."

"You want me to stand up on this table while you shoot me from underneath?" she asked.

"For now," I replied. "We'll try a few different positions until we find one that works."

"Okay, how's this?" she started by flirtatiously flipping her hair.

"Excellent."

"So have you ever had a bad experience when you asked someone to dominate you and they refused?"

"Not exactly," she continued. "But I have hinted to what I want them to do and got some weird looks so I didn't pursue it any further."

"Have you ever done anything for someone else that you didn't want to do?"

"Uh, yeah," she nodded. "My ex-husband wanted to see me with his best friend. Which I didn't want to do. Which was kinda forced upon me anyways when I was drunk."





"And how did that turn out?"

"Well he isn't my husband anymore, now is he?" she snapped.

"I'm sorry," I paused as I put down the camera. "I didn't mean to pry."

"No, that isn't it. I don't mind talking about it."

"But?" I asked.

"It's just that I would've done that for him willingly if he just would've asked me," she hesitated. "But he took advantage of me when I was drunk and that was when I knew it was over."

"Things were never the same after that," she stopped. "We didn't trust each other after that."

"Let's switch to the final outfit," I said as I motioned her down off of the table and offered her my hand.

After changing and returning, she climbed two steps up the ladder and turned to me saying, "Are you ready to do this or not?"

"Yes, of course," I responded. "By all means, let's get started."

"Drop down to one knee," I asked. She complied without a word. I captured three photos.

"Pull in your other knee and drop forward to rest on your hands."

"I'm not sure..." she stopped.

"Pull one arm up and hold your breasts," I offered. She complied.

I took two more photos. I was complete. I had discovered her true essence. The photo shoot was now over.

"That should about do it," I concluded. "You can get dressed now."

"Are you sure?" she asked. I nodded.

She dropped her hip down to the table and swung her legs over the edge. "I thought we might continue a bit further."

"How so?" I asked coyly as I snapped another set of photos of her in this position."

"I think you and I should have a party," she suggested.





"Do you now?" I baited her. "That is quite bold of you to say."

"I can be bold when I see something I want."

"Well, you were bold in coming up to me at the show," I added. "That was good.'

"Yeah but," she laughed. "But how many... I don't know."

"What?" I asked.

"You're interesting. What you're doing." she added. "And who could blame me."