Katie saw the advertisement for a modeling job, and with her figure and face, she wanted to try it and thought she'd do well. So, she made an appointment with the recruiter who filled the openings at the modeling agency. He said she'd need to come in the evening since his days were full for the next two weeks.
When she arrived at his office, he invited her in and led her to a room toward the back of the office suite. The room was large and had photography equipment and sets, and he asked Katie to sit anywhere and make herself comfortable. Katie sat on the edge of a metal and leatherette-covered dining room chair, crossed her legs sexily, pulled out her phone, and took a selfie. He watched her as he chose another chair in the same area.
"Welcome to Logan Modeling. I'm James, and I recruit all the models and do all the photography for Logan."
"Hi James. I'm Katie."
"Welcome, Katie. So, let's get started. Let me ask, why are you interested in modeling?" he queried.
"I think I have a good body for modeling clothes, especially lingerie and swimwear, and I wanted to try it."
"Have you modeled before?"
"No, but I think I have good poise and am photogenic."
"Okay. Are you willing to model nude?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then. I'll pose you for a few shots, and we'll see how it goes."
James went to another room and returned with some lingerie. When he came back, he moved them both to a living room set.
"If you'll just undress and put this on," he said while handing Katie a two-piece, nearly see-through bit of lingerie, a sheer blouse-like top with tie-strings to close an otherwise open front, and a sheer bikini-style bottom with a tie-string on each side.
Katie undressed, throwing her sandals, blouse, jeans, blouse, bra, and panties on the set's sofa. Then she put on the lingerie.
"Stand next to the coffee table and put your right foot on it."
"Okay," Katie said as she moved alongside, then put a foot on the coffee table.
"Let's have you open your stance some more. I want people to think they can see your pussy," he said as he continued to snap photos.
"Okay," replied Katie, and she opened her stance. Her pussy was clearly visible through the sheer fabric.
"Now open the string on the top so your nipples will show," he said as he snapped more photos, nonstop.
"Okay," Katie again replied and pulled the tie-string to undo the top. It fell open, and her breasts and nipples became completely visible.
"Good. Now pull the bottom tie-string on this side," James ordered as he continued to take photos.
Katie pulled one of the two tie-strings holding the front and back of the bottom together, and it fell open. Only by chance did the entire bottom not fall off, but the tie-string on the other side was clinging to the upper part of her thigh. Still, with her pussy uncovered, and her breasts already showing, she was completed exposed.
"You've been very open about these poses. Are you an exhibitionist, Katie? Or some sort of a submissive?" James asked.
Katie had long had fantasies about becoming a submissive, giving her decision-making over to a dominant man, so she was honest in answering.
'Well, I guess I like it when a guy takes control and tells me what to do."
"So, a submissive, then. Or maybe a sex slave? Would you like it if I took control and told you what to do?"
"I think you already have, and I like it."
"I see. Do you want me to control you outside of this photography session as well?"
"That depends. Am I the type of woman you'd want for a submissive?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Then, yes, I'd want you to take control of me outside of this session."
"Okay. Then it's time for me to give you a little test of your sincerity."
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James told Katie the interview was over, and she had the modeling job if she passed the test she was about to take. He told her she'd need to stay for a while longer, to remove what was left of the lingerie clinging to her, and to follow him. Katie obliged, removed the vestige of clothing, and followed naked as James led her to a locked room at the back of the studio. He unlocked it and showed her inside, turning the lights on.
Katie saw a plain room with a few mood lights attached to the walls, a bed, and some sort of a bench. She also saw some sex toys on the wall.
"What is this place?" she asked.
"Quiet! I'll tell you when you may speak!" James admonished her.
"Sorry."
"Sorry, Master James!" he said as he slapped her rear.
"Sorry, Master James," she corrected herself.
James led Katie to the bench she saw when she entered. It had a long, padded seat and some padded runners below.
"Lie down on this bench on your stomach," James told her.
"Yes, Master James," she replied and lay on the bench lengthwise.
James placed her forearms on some padded runners and wrapped a strap around each one, tying her arms to the runner. Then he did the same with her lower legs. Katie was now tied to the bench and quite helpless.
"I'm going to test your conviction to be my Sub with a spanking. Are you okay with that?"
"Yes, Master James," she replied, but was concerned that she would be unable to stop him if he was hurting her too much.
"I can sense you are concerned," James said, "That's understandable, so give me a safe word to have me stop if you need to."
"Okay. How about 'candle'?"
"Alright, 'candle' it is. If I'm giving you more pain than you can take, say 'candle' and I'll stop. But if I have to stop, you will have failed the test, and won't have the modeling job."
With her safe word set, James chose a flogger from the wall and walked over to Katie. He dragged the leather strands over her ass, letting her feel their softness. He dragged them between her cheeks and up across her rosebud to tease her further. Then he pulled the flogger back and swung it at her rear. He hit her nearest cheek and she jumped, more from fear and surprise than any real pain. He hit her again, and she flinched a little but did not jump.
"Okay, you're going to get ten strokes. Count them out loud, and don't mess up the count, or we'll start over. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master James."
"One," Katie said as the first stroke hit her rear, touching both cheeks. "Two," as another strike landed. "Three," when the third strike hit with more intensity, and she jerked and whimpered a bit. "Four," as a stronger hit made her let out an 'Ah' of pain as she squirmed at the sting of the leather.
Katie was starting to think about the safe word. But to utter it meant she'd lose the job, a job she really wanted. She decided to be determined and bear up to the flogging.
"Five," she cried out as the leather snapped against her sore cheeks. "Six," she yelled as it landed with a snap on her reddening skin. "Seven," Katie almost screamed as it hit with extra force, and the pain was excruciating. How could she take three more?
Then James stopped. Why? Was he done, Katie wondered?
"Just had an itch," James stated as he scratched his lower back. "And I imagine you might have one too," he continued. "We'll leave the last three strokes for later. Right now, I'm going to see to more important places."
Katie wasn't sure what he was talking about, but if the flogging was over, she was glad. James put the flogger down nearby and moved between her legs. He ran his hands up her legs from the bend of her knee to her pussy, then used his fingers to split her slit and fondle the tender skin beneath. Katie's cunt was wet, apparently from the flogging. Could something that painful have turned her on? Maybe.
James continued to run his fingers all over her cunt, dipping into her opening and caressing her clit. Katie rolled her hips side to side on the bench as much as she could while he assailed her most sensitive places, thrilling her. She realized she was definitely aroused now, and there was no going back. This was headed for an orgasm, no matter what she wanted to happen.
While he continued to play with her pussy, he began to focus on her clit. He rubbed it gently, then swirled circles around it. Katie shook with excitement as her arousal grew, and when James stuck two fingers in her pussy, she let out a loud moan of pleasure. He began to finger fuck her, and she gasped with delight at the wonderful feel on his fingers in her. Leaving his thumb to rub over her clit with every in and out movement by his fingers, he was giving Katie a double dose of pleasure, arousing her further and driving her wild.
Between the fingers pushing into her vagina and the thumb titillating her clit, she was so turned on that she no longer even thought about the flogging, but only cared that James would finish her off and give her a release. She was so close to cumming she could taste it, but just as she was ready to start spasming, James stopped. Katie was beside herself with frustration and need, squirming about on top of the bench, hoping James would finish what he started.
A moment later she felt a sharp pain, worse than anything before, and just as she realized it was the flogger hitting her clit, she felt another strike to her clit as painful as the first. She screamed in shock at the agony she felt on her most sensitive place, and then felt the third strike land on the same spot. She never felt such pain before, but as the hurt faded a bit, she felt something else: pleasure. How could it be that such pain was also pleasurable? But the proof came as her orgasm hit her. She yelled and spasmed, her juices flowing and now squirting from her cunt, relentless, uncontrollable orgasmic urges that could not be stopped. She squirmed on the bench for all she was worth, but was limited by the straps holding her arms and legs down. It was the most intense orgasm of her life, enhanced by the pain of the flogger to her clit, and so much more than she'd ever experienced. All the pain was replaced, at least for the moment, by outright ecstasy, a total state of pleasure beyond anything she'd felt before. She spasmed and squirted her juices onto the floor until there were no more, and she was spent, exhausted to the point of collapsing on the bench.
James let her rest while he removed the straps restraining her, then rubbed some lotion on her sore, red rear. He knew she'd appreciate that later.
After several minutes of rest while James cleaned the floor, Katie was able to get up from the bench with his help.
+ + +
He had her kneel on the floor and stood in front of her.
"You know what I want right now, so get to it, slut!" James ordered.
Katie was a little shocked by his calling her a slut, but then she had willingly let him control her in order to land the modeling job. Maybe she was some kind of slut, just as it was clear that he was now calling the shots. But she got what she wanted, and she didn't mind having him control her as long as any pain she got led to the great pleasure she had just experienced.
"Yes, Master James," she said, and undid his belt buckle and dropped his slacks. Then she pulled his briefs down, releasing his average sized penis, which sprang forward. Katie took his cock in her mouth and rolled her tongue over its head, causing James to moan in pleasure at the warmth of her lips and mouth on his sensitive member. Before long, Katie had taken his entire length into her, and was bobbing and sucking to get him off. She succeeded a minute later as James jerked and spasmed, shooting the first of his load into Katie's waiting mouth. She swallowed after each rope of semen hit her throat until he finished and pulled out, after which she licked his rod to clean him off.
When he had put his briefs and slacks back on, James guided Katie back to the set where her clothes waited, and she got dressed.
"Well, you survived the ten strokes and passed the test!" he announced. "You have the modeling job, Katie, and more than that, you have my admiration. You will be my latest model and my submissive."
"That's wonderful, James, or should I still say Master James?"
"Master James, all the time. You are now mine, my submissive and my slave, and I will direct your life when we are together and even some of the times when we're apart. You do understand, don't you?"
"Yes, Master James. I understand."
And so it was that when Katie left the studio that evening, she knew she had surrendered control to her new Dom, James. He would call the shots with her new modeling career, and in much of her life. Katie was happy, but hoped she wouldn't live to regret her decision.
