Mistress StarNymph

This is a day for photos and fantasy in which I create, and spectate, a transformation from, Jan the woman; helping-shopper, gardener, wildlife photographer, walker of Elvis the singing Fox Hound to the women called Mistress StarNymph; high-heels, thigh-high boots, whip, corset, fishnets, strap-on, spank, lips and lace.

Camera out, I snap away as Jan prepares. She strides confidently across the kitchen and strips out of her few clothes – strips for the camera’s stare – denim shorts, colourful top and black knickers.. slipped down and tossed aside.

Jan brushes her fine, blond, pubes; fluffing up her bush now it is free of her knickers. Naked, there’s no barrier between us. Jan isn’t shy, but I have been in the past, not quite knowing where to look as she undressed for photos. But she’s been naked many times before for my camera and now we are comfortable chatting about Elvis and the weather as she walks about. Jan’s nudity is normal, her confidence is fabulous – nudity is a gift we all own if we choose it for ourselves.

 We’ve discussed over the preceding days that these will be saucy photos, more kinky and intimate than any we have created before – a story that has already started to unfold… Jan bends away from me, naked, tips me a wink as I snap away (a side shot and a more full on one, one for the vicar and one for the congregation).

She makes drinks for us and passes me a pack of dark chocolate digestives. I check out the space for light and props – it’ll be tight in the bedroom, as they say, but it’s the best spots for the shots.

A large purple strap-on, tassel-whip and a heart embossed spanking paddle lay ready on the bed. I ask if the paddle will leave heart-shaped masks.. we’ll have to see. Jan says the bed has seen a lot of action in its time – I spot bondage ropes hanging from the ceiling, but I don’t want to get tied up in complicated shots, not today.

As I photograph Jan the woman is transforming into the Mistress StarNymph. She isn’t much used to lipstick but knows that red lips, moist, red, lips, get her subs hot.

Fishnets stetch, frame a geometry of curved space.

She pulls on lace, corset, gloves and boots, with each item the blend shifts, the dilution changes from one woman into the next – and the large purple strap on blurs the sex lines, “the Mistress will fuck you now” pops into my mind …

… bends, pulls and stretches, zips, ties. I help pull up her tight corset zip – other than a hug to say hello, we don’t usual touch and I’m aware of the warmth of her skin in that brief moment.

The Mistress tries out the whip, gleefully, thrashing the air – a warning of what is to come.

Mistress StarNymph changes clothes again, briefly naked (briefly Jan, though the Mistress StarNymph might disapprove of such insubordination) and into an insect pattern, body suit.

We play the parts, knowing that the mistress needs a butt to be spanked and mine is the only one to hand. I usually prefer things the other way around, to hold the cane and apply it to my lover’s plump, ripe, flesh – to watch the cane lines as they swell and redden. But a swap for the photos will be an interesting change, a sting, tingle, and good shots.

I sense this mild displeasure and, knowing my place in this scene, slip my trousers and underpants down to my ankles. I’m bent over, buttocks tense in preparation for the Mistress’s merciless paddle slap .. cautiously I say that I don’t mark easily – she’ll need to bring the paddle down hard for the marks we want in the shot .. hearts perhaps .. 

Thwack!! It’s a one-off slap, just for the one buttock to make it a good, clear, shot with a hope of a heart shape from the StarNymph’s paddle – bent over, I’m inspected for marks, but marks on my bot I have not.. just a warm, glowing redness.

We know that she’ll have a one-off chance for a hand-print slap mark on my other cheek.. but it’ll have to be really hard, so hard that it’ll hurt her hand .. this amuses me a little. I know my bum will take all that she’s got and I’m not a good sub, I’m not supposed to be telling the Mistress what to do… but I think this may add some punishing power to her elbow and colour to my cheek…

Thwack!!! Ooooh, that proper stung .. the Mistress has indeed hurt her hand and I’m inspected once more. But she’s pleased with her success this time as a clear palm and finger mark develops across my arse. My bum sizzles and zings… With my lover, I’d ask for more, and thinking about that and her adds a buzz for me too.. Something for me to think about later.

Having finished with me, undoubtedly satisfied to have given me two stinging, reddening, buttocks she climbs onto the bed and slaps her own plump arse – slap. No doubt warming to the sting.

Precariously in heels – bodysuit stances, bends, and stretches. Then open-crotch, pubes and labia – proudly showing my camera’s one-eye as the lens moves in, closer.

The Mistress high-heeled, high-thigh booted, squats, legs apart, stretched, smothering, lace gusset above my lens.

Then, as a special treat, or punishment, whatever your wish, the gusset is unpoppered revealing her lips, opening, pink, red, moist .. squatting, hot, wet, sweet, salty (tastes for her lover) and the faint scent of smooth, luscious, vulva. I muse that her mucin might drip, drip, down onto the lens of my camera.

Jan slips out of the final layer of lace and, naked again, the Dom session over, her passion breaks and our plan reaches its ending – released from corset, art near satisfied, Jan attends to her own needs. 

Laid out on the bed, legs apart for her pleasure and my camera’s deep, all-seeing, intrusion. Palm on pubes, long fingers caress her labia, around, dip inside, and back up and around, moistening, rubbing her clit. But she’s not allowed to play for long, I need more shots. Her legs open, fingers part lips, rubbing with the strap-on.

Jan turns, facedown, lifts her bum in the air. Arse and cunt proudly lens-presented, rubs herself with the large purple strap-on, and inserts the tip, tight and stretching, inserts some more as I zoom in too…

… it’s a show for my camera but time is is also tight.. we laugh and she stops because she’ll have to keep that all for later;

Photosex, in the burbs – biscuits and tea.

Transformation – Jan … Mystress StarNymph

Costumes on
Costumes shed
For each role
For each terrain in a day in my life
Wellies take me through mud & wet grass
But stiletto boots are for behind the doors of whipped arse.

Here I linger in this dominance
Watching them under command
strip off their pants

With a sense of power over a person’s pleasure
Entrusting me with their fantasies
Is a thrill beyond measure

I know their boundaries
And push them just a little
Increase the pressure
Watching them wriggle

My leather creaks
Their gagged mouths squeak
Hear their moans
With one more tweek

Their agonies are their addiction
I delight in infliction
Their intense ecstasy my predilection
Hard beatings & sweet soft friction

Empty dungeon
My sweaty corset discarded
Peel off my tongue-licked boots
My head does the rest and I reach my own peek

Wander out again in wellies to woods with a smile on my face
Spring in my stride
and wet knicker lace.

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