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WARNING: the following contains scenes of graphic sexuality and are
intended for adult readers. Anyone not of legal age should run away
now. For everyone else, enjoy the ride.
"The Perfect Model"
by Mahgirb
Chapter 4
Today was Jessie's first modeling session. Much more than that she did
not know. Mr. Blaine had sent one of the other French Maids to fetch
Jessie and the appropriate clothes for the shoot.
Jessie entered a small studio and watched as Mr. Blaine readied his
assortment of cameras.
"Please, dear Jessie, relax yourself. This is going to be fun." Mr
Blaine moved hurriedly among his lenses, inspecting each one over and
over, making adjustments to this switch and that lever.
"Now, go with Maid No.3 and get dressed before my inspiration expires."
So, he can't remember their names either. He must have given each maid
a number, Jessie justified.
Maid No. 3 led Jessie into a changing room and began to undress Jessie.
It was unnerving to be nude in front of this total stranger, but the
maid hardly looked at Jessie. Maid No. 3 was intent on selecting the
right pieces.
She emerged with a tiny two-piece bikini. Jessie seldom wore anything so
revealing and she remarked at the thinness of the lines. First, the
maid ran the bottom half up Jessie's legs. Jessie uncomfortably situated
her thighs and allowed the bikini brief to greet her crotch.
Not much there, Jessie noticed. The bikini was a thong style, so her
butt cheeks were wrapping around the thin fabric. Jessie wiggled her
ass slightly at the strange feeling.
Maid No. 3 then brought up the top portion and tied the loose ends
around the back. Jessie shifted her breasts inside the tight bikini,
realizing that her breasts could fall out at any moment. Jessie's
nipples were naturally large and because of the bikini's tight fit, her
nipples were making an impression through the fabric.
The look was completed by a pair of platform high heels that lifted
Jessie off the ground by six inches. The maid fixed two straps around
the ankles and then lead Jessie out. She stumbled back onto the studio
set, but she could at least walk without falling.
"Good, good." Mr. Blaine was ready with camera in hand, "Now, Jessie I
want you to walk over to our sand set piece and relax."
The set was a typical fake beach. The mounds of sand were pinned in by
a wooden box measuring about 12 by 12 feet. It reminded Jessie of a
child's sandbox, only adult in size. Along the far side of the box there
was a row of four short wooden posts, the kind you see holding up long
piers. Wrapped around each of those was rough hemp rope, adding to the
set's oceanside quality.
"That's beautiful, Jessie, just like that. Run your fingers through
your hair. Beautiful, gorgeous." Mr. Blaine gave her instructions as
though he were directing traffic. "Now, move your right leg about an
inch more to your right, that's it--hold that look! Great."
As the morning wore on, he had snapped about a thousand pictures.
Jessie was getting more comfortable in her role, and she was
concentrating on Mr. Blaine, trying to obey all of his directions.
After a short break, Mr.Blaine stepped up to Jessie, who was sitting on
one of the wooden posts, sipping a glass of spring water.
"Okay, that was a warm-up. Now let's go for something increasingly
erotic, increasingly sensual."
Jessie was sure he was going to ask her to take her top off. She was
almost disappointed when he didn't.
"Maid No. 3," he shouted, motioning her over to Jessie. "Okay now
Jessie, I want you to lie back, put your hands above your head, stretch
them until they touch that post. Perfect. Now, we're going to do a
little beach-bondage theme."
Jessie's heart began to pick up its pace.
The maid took some of the slack hemp and tied Jessie's wrists together
and then pulled them firm and tight against the post. Jessie tested the
bond, her heart racing now, and realized that she was not escaping this
knot without help.
"Alright, relax now, Jessie," he said calmly, snapping the cameras to
life again. "Okay, Maid No. 3, bring in the additional props.
Additional props? What props? Jessie was trying to arch her neck in
order to see what was going on behind her.
"No, no, look this way, Jessie. Look into the camera," Mr. Blaine
directed.
As she re-focused on the lens, Jessie felt something brush past her
ankle. She looked down instinctively. Snakes! The maid was lowering
snakes into the sand pit. Jessie squirmed and wiggled and slide her
wrists back and forth. It was no use, she was stuck.
Jessie started to cry and scream as dozens of snakes slithered around
her near-naked form. She pleaded with Mr. Blaine to get her out, to free
her. He ignored her pleas and, in fact, wrangled the dormant snakes
closer toward her restrained body. All the time keeping the cameras
rolling.
Several of the tiny snakes had made there way in between her toes, and
two or three were wrapping their long scales around her bare thighs.
"Quickly, maid, place that large one on her chest."
"No, no, don't, please----"
Maid No. 3 did as she was told and decorated a large boa on top of her
chest and shoulders. The boa wasted no time; it began to sensually coil
around her neckline. Jessie was forced to lift her chin up, her eyes
wide in disbelief.
Forgetting for a moment the snake she could see, she was equally worried
about the snake she couldn't see. One of the medium-sized black snakes
had wrapped its way around her thigh, moving toward her bikini bottom
until it had slithered its head between her skin and the bikini. Jessie
gulped as she felt the snake's rapid tongue tickle her clit.
A half dozen more tiny snakes were reaching for her asshole. They were
squirming under the thong of the bikini and entering her ass, poking in
and out, exciting her despite the awful shock of the invasion.
"Beautiful, this is spectacular Jessie," Mr. Blaine raved. "We just
need one more perfect placement for a cover shot."
Mr. Blaine removed the constrictor wrapped aound Jessie's neck. He then
reached into the pen and wrestled with a copper-colored snake. Once he
had control of it, he held it in front of his screaming model. In
between screams he thrust four to five inches of the snake into her open
mouth.
Snakes in her ass, a snake invading her pussy, and now a snake
slithering its way down her throat; Jessie was shaking and crying. The
copper snake in her mouth was now some 8 inches down her throat, and the
camera captured the bulge as it plunged deeper.
Just as Jessie was about to blackout from a lack of oxygen, Maid No. 3
ripped the snake out.
"I didn't tell you you could do that!" Mr. Blaine stopped his camera and
fixed his focus on the French Maid.
"But sir, she was about to pas---"
"You will have to be reprimanded for this act of disobedience," he
informed her. In the meantime, Jessie was glad to be breathing normally
again. "Maid No. 3, report to my upstairs chambers at once."
Without another word, the maid hung her head in shame and walked out of
the room.
Mr. Blaine collected all of the snakes and secured them. He was
wordless. Jessie was upset, but fearful to say anything right now. It
was obvious he was mad. He approached Jessie's restraints and untied
her wrists.
"It was a good session, my dear," he started, "but we are finished for
the day. My inspiration has been interrupted. I will call on you when
I'm ready again."
And with that he walked out of the room.
End of Chapter 4
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