The Photographer's Trap Ch. 02

Elizabeth here; lots of people wanted another one, so this is the second part of "The Photographer's Trap". Reading the first part is probably a good idea. You'll see some toys and butt stuff in this one, unlike in the previous. Happy reading!

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Since that Saturday morning, Timothy started to find himself wearing panties underneath his ordinary clothes out in public. They were hidden by a pair of shorts and a pair of boxers, so nobody was ever going to see them. It felt good to have this fun secret, though as he went about his daily life, he was troubled by his memories of last Saturday.

Timothy hoped that Amber wouldn't come back. Thinking about the event was strange ?half of his mind didn't want to think about it, but the other half did so anyway, and these intrusive, sexy thoughts dominated his mind. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from wearing her clothes to bed ?clothes that Amber had the chance to take with her when she left, but didn't. He liked the sultry, red dress with a garter belt and thin stockings, but the appeal of thick, thigh-high socks never faded. The tight, white pair he now owned was especially wonderful when worn with a frilly, white dress resembling a short sleeved wedding dress with a tiny skirt.

Sunday afternoon, he got an email from Amber with a video attached. It was the video Amber took of him. The video quality was professional grade, and he watched it half in disgust and half in arousal as he recounted the events of Saturday again. He called the landlord to ask him to change his locks, and was thankfully not asked to explain any further than "suspected break-ins". Timothy's landlord wasn't terribly generous, but he did care about keeping up a reputation of safety. The new locks were installed the next day, and they even automatically locked the door when it was closed.

The video and the thoughts were bad enough. Then there were the dreams. On Monday night, he had dreamt of Amber in his room again, but this time at night instead of morning. Timothy was chained to the bed in this dream, and was nude save for a pair of panties and those thick, white, thigh-high socks he loved. The camera took pictures on its own as Amber peered over his body with a smug grin, and Timothy's cock responded with a twitch and a pulse of erotic sensation with every click and every flash of the white strobe lights, even though nothing was touching it. He woke up on Tuesday morning soaked in cum.

Then there was Wednesday night. White colors were growing on him. In this dream, he was in a wedding dress and white heels, and was again chained to the bed, but this time, Amber was perched by his legs, jerking him off with one hand while holding a video camera with the other. He couldn't remember exactly what she looked like in this dream, but knew that Amber had a pair of demonic black horns in this one. They were sexy. He woke up with another ruined thong.

By Friday, he hadn't heard back from her. Maybe Amber was satisfied with her collection, and had moved on to other things. His own anxiety kept him from trying to figure out where in the building Amber lived.

It was hard to fall asleep on Friday night, even though he was in his new favorite outfit: white thigh high socks, a thong, and that frilled, white dress that he liked. Tomorrow was another Saturday morning, and he was filled with anxiety as he wondered whether he would wake up to the shutter of a camera.

He eventually fell asleep after sliding under his thick, opaque, photography-blocking blanket. It was a little hot, but the security it offered let him drift to sleep with ease. He didn't dream that night.

Morning came, and Timothy opened his eyes to an empty bedroom. Perfect. He got out of bed and pulled his socks up.

Saturdays were a day to relax, and all he had to do this morning was check his mail. There was a little locked mailbox screwed to the wall outside his front door. He just had to be out in the hallway for five seconds, then he had the rest of the day to himself.

Timothy looked down at his girly outfit. If he peeked outside to make sure nobody was in the apartment hallway, five seconds out in a semi-public space wouldn't kill him, right? It would save a few minutes of dressing and undressing. The payoff seemed enormous.

He stood at his front door for a moment, then cracked it open and peeked to the left. Nothing. He opened it a little wider. Nothing to the right either. Key in hand, he rushed outside to unlock his mailbox, and grabbed the small stack of envelopes within. Before he went inside, however, he saw a name on one of the envelopes. The name was Amber Holland.

He stood there for a moment, making sure he read the name right. Amber. The envelope filled him with terror and arousal. He didn't hear footsteps; he had time to examine it right here. The first thing he noticed was the address: she lived one floor above him and one room to the right, in apartment 419.

He heard a noise from downstairs, and instinctively looked down both ends of the hallway. Nobody. Relieved, he leaned back against the door. porno The outside end of the still-open door. Instead of finding support, he stumbled back, pushing the door closed.

He tried the handle. Locked. He didn't remember locking it. But he did remember far too late that his locks had been changed on Monday to the auto-locking ones.

The key he was holding was for the mailbox, not for the door. He reached for his pocket, where he normally kept his other keys, but found nothing but the frilled edge of his pocketless dress.

Panic shot through him as he tried to think of another way in.

He didn't know how to pick a lock. Going outside to climb up the side of the building was out of the question for a lot of reasons. Asking the landlord or someone else to help was unthinkable. He did not want anyone else to know about his secret, or see him as he was now. Especially since the skirt on his dress was little more than a series of frills and anyone shorter than him could see his poorly-hidden dick between his otherwise feminine thighs.

He was sure that he had locked his door a week ago, yet Amber got in anyway, so maybe she could pick the lock. But Timothy did not want to risk being blackmailed again. There had to be other options.

But, Timothy found none. He needed to get out of the hallway as soon as possible. So, he reluctantly began to sneak toward the stairs to get help from Amber. Nobody interrupted him on his way to the creaky staircase, and he didn't hear any footsteps coming from above or below. He took the stairs up to the next floor.

He searched for Amber's apartment, and he found it. The brass numbers '419' on the beige door carried an almost menacing quality. He was reluctant to knock at first. But when he heard footsteps below and was reminded of the alternative, he knocked three times without hesitation.

Thankfully, the noises below stopped. Then there were footsteps on the other side of the door. The wait was terrifying, but his cock was hardening, making it even more humiliating.

The door opened. Amber was on the other side; she was wearing a formal white dress shirt with a checkered skirt. Timothy remembered seeing it in the laundry room once.

Amber scanned his body. "Ah! There's my favorite cutie. Come on in, I knew that letter would convince you."

Timothy shivered. He didn't read the letter. Just what was in it? Amber waved Timothy inside. He did not like her cheerful smile. She closed the door and locked it, solving Timothy's original problem and creating another.

The inside of Amber's apartment was much nicer?and a bit bigger?than Timothy's. The tiled kitchen was filled with expensive appliances. The sturdy, fine desk in the corner of her living room was made from some kind of wood resembling mahogany. Maybe it was mahogany. The desk was piled with magazines and newspapers next to the two laptops. One was open, but Timothy couldn't see what was on it.

"So, what part of the letter lured you up here?" Amber asked while leading him to the cracked door of her bedroom.

"I didn't read the letter," Timothy said. "I, uh, locked myself out of my apartment while trying to get the mail."

Amber laughed. "Wow. You really went to get your mail in this dress? Were you showing off?"

"No, I?"

"?Yeah, I think you were. Last Saturday made you into a real slut, didn't it?"

"I was being?"

"?Yep, knew it. But, I'll sneak you back into your apartment after we're done having some fun times in a minute. How about you wait here and open up that letter while I get everything ready in here?" Without asking Timothy whether or not he agreed, she darted into her bedroom and closed the door. Timothy heard Amber rummage through boxes and move things around.

Timothy hesitated for a moment, then opened the letter. It read:

To the cutest boy I know:

Last week was the most fun I've had in months. Late nights after work have never been more enjoyable. The photos are just so cute, and I could watch that video for weeks and not get bored!

But even though it's amazing, I'd like some variety, and I know you do too. I happen to love watching cute boys like you experiment with sex toys. Why don't you come up to my apartment this weekend? Bring your best clothes. And you know what of clothes I mean. You'll feel sooooo good. I wonder if you've ever been tied up before?

PS: I have your employer's contact information. No reason why I mentioned this. Nope. None at all.

Timothy felt the familiar waves of fear and arousal creep into him again. It was going to be like last time, but kinkier. His body clenched in anticipation; Timothy could already imagine himself being put into a scenario just like the ones in his dreams, except there was also an eight inch long dildo in his ass. He fantasized about it for way too long before deciding to try to keep his sexuality intact and try not to enjoy it on purpose.

The rummaging and moving sounds in the bedroom stopped. Amber opened the door again. "Come in," she said, and she waved him in. Timothy japon porno followed.

Amber's bedroom was a red painted room with dark wooden floors. There was one window, but the red curtain filtered out the sun. The ceiling lamps provided plenty of light. Between the red curtain and the light bouncing off the red walls, everything was painted in a strange, oddly arousing red glow. The wood-framed bed rested against the center wall of the room, opposite of the door; its red sheets and white pillows looked extremely comfortable.

Although there was only one light stand, there were several stands with cameras on them all around the bed. There was also a closed cardboard box labeled "TOYS" was in the corner by the curtained window; the mystery of what was within made Timothy's fear and arousal spike. Timothy looked more closely at the bed, and saw four red ropes tied to the posts at the corner. There was a leather cuff at the end of each rope. Timothy knew it; there was going to be bondage. He tried to suppress his erection.

"So," Amber said, "excited?"

"Yes," Timothy said.

"You don't sound so sure," Amber said. "Just let the doubts melt away as you go like last time, okay? Get into my bed."

Timothy obeyed. He took slow steps toward the bed. He sat on the left side: although the bed was very firm, the fabric itself was soft. The bed had a faint, pleasant floral scent. When he lay on the bed, part of him felt at home and comfortable; these were two sensations that the other part of him knew that he should not have been feeling.

Amber stood behind the camera at the foot of the bed, and stared at Timothy with one hand on her chin. She smiled. "Looking good," she said. "Roll over and point that cute butt of yours at me. Keep your panties on. I have the cameras rigged to take shots from different angles."

Timothy did as asked, determined to keep himself in his original mindset. He tried not to enjoy it, though this didn't stop his rock-hard cock from bulging down against his panties when he pointed his butt at Amber. He heard a three successive clicks of a button, accompanied by the click of several camera shutters three times each in succession. No flash. He guessed that Amber liked the room's sexy, reddish ambience just the way it was; he himself thought it gave off a sexy, illicit vibe as well. His thoughts wandered to how good he must be looking in that light. It took a moment for Timothy to scold himself for thinking that.

Amber spoke again. "Pull your panties a bit to the side, and give me that 'please fuck my cute girly ass' look from last time.

Timothy turned his head and gave the camera by Amber a seductive, cute grin. With one hand, he pulled his panties to the side, completely exposing his ass. Amber stared for a moment, and took more photos. Three clicks, three sets of shutters. Timothy tried to ignore how good it felt.

"Cute, but something's missing," Amber said. "Hold that pose." She turned away from the camera and walked toward the box of toys in the corner. Timothy shuddered in anticipation. He thought it was fear at first, but as he held the pose and watched Amber open the box and sift through it, he realized that the anticipation was more arousal than fear. She found what she was looking for: a six inch dildo made of beige silicone in one hand, and a few other toys in her other hand that he could not see clearly. Timothy shuddered again. He felt his panties begin to grow wet with precum.

Amber took slow steps toward Timothy. "Relax," she said. "I'm not cramming this up your butt." Timothy felt relieved. "Hold this dildo and teasingly hold it near your ass." She handed it to Timothy, and he kept up his seductive smile as he held the toy next to his exposed ass. Amber set the unknown contents of her other hand on the ground, then returned to the camera and took three pictures. Timothy shook as it got harder and harder to suppress his arousal. The growing amount of precum in his panties told him that he was failing.

"There we go," she said. "Three cute sets of ass pictures to get you in the mood. Get on your back again, I'm tying you up. Just put the dildo by your pillow."

Timothy rolled over. Without Amber needing to ask, he centered himself on the bed and stretched out his arms and legs so that his body was spread-eagle. She walked to the foot of the bed, and took the cuff on the right. She secured the leather cuff around Timothy's right ankle. It was tight, even with socks on. The pressure pushed the soft material of his sock against his skin, and it felt good. Amber did the same for his left ankle.

There was some slack in the ropes, but when Amber walked to the other side of the bed, Timothy was forced to pull himself as close to the head of the bed as his restraints would allow. When Amber cuffed Timothy's right arm, both the rope and cuff were tight. Amber went to the left side of the bed and cuffed his left arm.

When Timothy was entirely cuffed, she looked down at Timothy. "Try to move," she said. Timothy obeyed. He tried to move his lezbiyen porno arms and legs, but couldn't move them an inch. They were pulled tight to the corners of the bed. And the ropes were strong, too. The posts also looked extremely sturdy. It occured to Timothy that he might not be able to escape even if he absolutely had to, and judging by Amber's evil, smug grin, she knew it.

Amber leaned close to Timothy's head, and gave him a quick pat on the head. "With that dress, you're the cutest, most helpless wedding bride in town. How does it feel?"

"Good," Timothy said. It wasn't a lie, though part of him wished it was. His cock strained against his panties, though his ass was still uncovered.

"Great. And, have you ever played with your prostate before?" she asked.

"No," Timothy said, and he shuddered again. His head was free, and he glanced at the dildo.

Amber rubbed her hands together. "You'll love it," she said. "I just know you're craving that mind-numbing feeling in your ass. Right?"

"I am," Timothy said. He was disappointed that he wasn't lying then either.

"I'm going to film your first time. Act cute and girly while I'm recording, okay? You know how to do that." Amber walked to the camera stands, and moved most of them to the side of the room. There was one stand on Timothy's right and left, and one at the foot of the bed. Amber swapped out the photo cameras for video cameras.

When Amber was done, she returned to the bed. "I'm not going to be cramming that dildo up your ass," she said. "It's good, but not mind shattering. Instead, we're going to be using this." Amber leaned down and picked up the things that she put by the side of the bed. When she stood up again, Timothy saw a pink, silicone prostate massager in her hand. The base of the massager looked like it would snugly fit between his legs while the already-lubricated, curved head did its job. He imagined how it would fit inside of him.

In Amber's other hand, she had a small remote. She held the base of the prostate massager with one hand and hit a button on the remote. It vibrated for a moment, then stopped. "And that's what makes it different than the dildo," she said.

Timothy's eyes widened. He had no idea how this would feel. Amber set the prostate massager next to Timothy, and went to the video cameras.

"I've been dying to experiment with multiple cameras so that I can toy with you without blocking the view. So, just have fun, make some cute noises, and maybe writhe around or stretch when it feels really good, okay? That's all you need to do. I'll handle the rest. Recording in 3... 2... 1..." she said, and clicked the record button on one of the cameras. A light blinked on all three as they started recording in unison.

"Just enjoy," Amber said calmly and seductively as she walked into view of the camera. She stood over Timothy's helpless body with a smug, evil grin. He quivered in his restraints. Amber leaned over him and picked up the dildo.

With the dildo, Amber drew light circles around his chest. The light pressure against the tight fabric of his dress made his skin tingle. He shivered as she teased him.

"Just relax," she said. Her voice was more soothing than normal. It occured to Timothy that she was using the voice that she wanted to hear the most when she masturbated to the footage of her torturing him later. Intrusive thoughts of sucking the dildo entered his mind as she ran it over his sensitive chest. He imagined running his lips over the warm silicone, licking the underside, and letting Amber fuck his throat...

He was lost in the fantasy and barely noticed Amber reaching for his nipples with her other hand. She knew where his now hardened nipples were under the dress, and gently circled around the left one with one finger. The dildo kept circling around his chest.

He imagined sucking the dildo with joy, gagging for a brief moment before getting control over himself again and starting to bob his free head up and down as his bound arms wished they could touch his own throbbing cock...

...then a sudden, pleasurable pinch to his left nipple took him back to reality. Amber placed the dildo on Timothy's abdomen and pinched his other nipple. She began to knead them both, sending pleasurable tingles through his body. His panties?still holding his cock but also parted to show off his ass?grew wetter with the new sensations.

She toyed with him for well over a minute. Timothy relaxed, waiting for the highs and lows of Amber's teasing touch. He smiled happily. Some part of him protested, but Timothy was fine with this, and he vowed to save his displeasure for the ass-play, which he began to crave more and more.

Amber giggled, and stopped toying with his nipples. "Craving more pleasure?" she asked.

"Yes please," he said. His voice was cuter than usual.

She reached down and rubbed Timothy's shaved, smooth, sock-clad thighs. He shivered. She massaged his legs, upward from the fabric-clad part to past the top of his socks, drawing her hands closer and closer to his hard, wet cock by the second. But she ignored it, and instead reached downwards. She groped both sides of his smooth, soft, round ass, and squeezed them in her hands. Timothy wanted something inside of him already. The thoughts of resistance grew more and more distant.