C12 (8)

Chloe wasn't intending to stay any longer than it took to say polite goodbyes, but all she found was Rupert in the kitchen. "Where's Andrew?" she asked.

"I sent him out to the garden to get some herbs," said Rupert. "I took the liberty of making dinner for the three of us."

"Oh, okay," said Chloe. She liked Rupert too much to disappoint him. When Andrew came back inside, he looked a bit flushed. He said he needed to get bedroom sorted out again. "I'll help," offered Chloe.

"No you won't," said Rupert. "You're going to stay and talk with me."

Once Chloe and Rupert were alone, he asked how she had found the photo shoot. "It went really well, actually," said Chloe. "I suppose you'd like to see the photos."

"No thanks," laughed Rupert. "Believe me, my interest is just in the fashion. I only wanted to know if my brother treated you well."

"He was a real gentleman," said Chloe.

"I must admit, I'm curious to know what you have planned for Andrew tomorrow night," said Rupert.

Chloe grimaced. "I'm afraid that I'm still struggling for inspiration," she said. "I'm finding this assignment a lot harder than the other ones."

"Have you got any ideas?"

"Well, I did have some thoughts about exploring the Scottish angle," she replied. "He's got a Scottish name and he's got the red hair, and, well, it's a pity he doesn't have the lovely accent."

"If it helps," said Rupert, "I own a kilt and a sporran you can borrow, and I've got a vest I've been working on that would go well with it."

"That's a good start," said Chloe, "but that doesn't get me much closer to turning that into erotica."

"Well, I do have another idea. It's not really Scottish, although the name sounds like it."

"What is it?"

"I hesitate to say, since it's weird because it involves my brother. But I do know someone who can lend you a St. Andrew's cross."

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Chloe's conversation with Rupert was interrupted a couple of minutes later, but everything was easily arranged by email the next day. Rupert again showed his generosity by organising couriers to deliver everything that he had promised. She was thankful that the cross arrived hidden under a cover, but it still got some strange looks as it was wheeled through the building to her studio. There were a couple more items she needed, so she went out during her lunch break to buy them. Her plan involved using a green screen to add something to the background of the shoot, so instead of going home for dinner after work, she grabbed some takeaways and worked on so that she could be ready to show Andrew when he arrived.

The rushed preparations weren't the only reason Chloe felt flustered. She had been so horny at the end of her modelling session the previous evening -- her panties had been so wet -- but by the time she'd had dinner and gone home, the arousal had turned into nervous energy. Her brain had been working overtime analysing what had happened and worrying about what to do next.

While Chloe was still technically a virgin, she wasn't sexually inexperienced. She had given blowjobs to a couple of guys, and had given handjobs to a couple more. She had been on the receiving end of some fingering, although her only orgasms to date had occurred when she was alone. While she was never forced to do anything against her will, the common factor in all her experiences with guys was that she had been uncomfortable with what was happening, bordering on reluctant. She found they were keen to get physical long before she had developed any particular feelings towards them.

Chloe didn't think she was in love with Andrew, but she had to admit there was something exciting about what they were doing. He had proved that she could trust him, so she was feeling safe to experiment, to increase her experience. She had already known what a St. Andrew's cross was, and she liked the idea of restraining Andrew. She had quickly thought of a concept for the photoshoot that she thought would work. She could picture the final photos in her imagination, but she knew she had a big challenge ahead to make it happen. In her mind, the big difference to how sexy the photos ended up would be whether or not she could coax an erection out of Andrew. There was no guarantee that he would get hard spontaneously. She would probably have to make it happen through her own actions. She was anxious because she had never taken the initiative sexually in her life.

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Andrew was fifteen minutes late, which only increased Chloe's anxiety, but she felt better when she saw how apologetic she was. She calmly accepting his apology, feeling pleased that she had gained a slight psychological advantage. Hopefully he would just agree to the plan without any protest.

Andrew looked very wary as Chloe led him into the studio. His eyes were instantly drawn to the St. Andrew's cross with its wrist and ankle restraints hanging off it. At the top of the cross Chloe had placed a sign saying 'Lot 17'. Looking around further, his eyes took in the kilt and vest hanging over the back of a chair and the sporran and a scrap of white fabric on the desk next to it. His eyes widened when he noticed a flogger -- a bunch of leather strips attached to a short handle -- lying nearby.

Andrew picked the least threatening detail to remark on; the fact that the screen on the back wall had been covered by a light blue fabric.

"I had to go with a blue screen because the kilt is green," explained Chloe.

Andrew looked at the kilt again, which was coloured green and red. "That's the Redpath tartan, isn't it? I take it that you got that from my brother."

Chloe smiled. "Yes. The vest and the sporran came from him too. And the cross."

"I would prefer not to know where my brother got that from, or the whip," said Andrew. Chloe had actually bought the flogger herself from a sex shop during her lunch break, and she was feeling proud of how brave she had been, but she decided it was better not to say anything about that.

"So what's going to be on the screen?" asked Andrew, still skirting around the topic of Chloe's plans.

"Come and have a look on my computer," replied Chloe.

The image she showed him was of a large crowd of young women that she had found online. It was taken from the stage of some boyband concert. She had photoshopped onto the stage the image of a woman auctioneer and her podium, a gavel in her hand.

"The idea is that you are a highland warrior, captured on the battlefield and taken into slavery," explained Chloe. "You're now here to be auctioned off to one of these women. Of course, in order to get the highest price, the people in charge are going to show more and more of your body so that the women can see what they're buying."

"What about the whip?" asked Andrew.

"Don't worry about it, I'm not going to hurt you with it," said Chloe. "I'm just going to sort of drape it across your body every now and then to give the illusion." Chloe grabbed the kilt, vest, and scrap of white fabric and passed them to Andrew. "Would you like to go and get dressed now? There's the storeroom where you changed last time, or if you need a mirror, there's a toilet down the hallway."

Andrew held up the scrap of white fabric. It was a male thong, shaped less like a G-string or pouch and more like a pair of briefs with no cover for the buttocks. He looked embarrassed. "Did my brother lend you these too?" he asked.

"No! I bought them myself. I just asked Rupert what size jeans you wore. You can keep them afterwards."

"You weren't worried that Scotsmen are famous for not wearing anything under their kilt?"

Chloe gave him a cheeky grin. "I thought I would leave the decision up to you," she said. "Just remember that the kilt will be coming off."

Andrew gave her a nervous look as he left the room in the direction of the toilets. He took the thong with him. Chloe tried to calm her own nerves by taking a few practice shots of the empty cross. It wasn't an ideal setup -- at best she could only make it look side on to the imaginary audience instead of facing them -- but there wasn't anything she could do about that now.

Eventually Andrew returned to the studio wearing the kilt and leather vest and he put on the sporran. "Is there anything for my feet?" he asked. "Traditionally Scottish men wear short hose with garters and brogues."

"No. Rupert offered, but I decided it was unnecessary. Bare feet will be fine."

Chloe stood next to the cross and beckoned to Andrew to come over. He allowed her to attach the straps to his wrists and ankles and stretch his body tight. Then she stepped back and picked up her camera.

"Is there any kind of facial expression you are looking for?" asked Andrew.

"I figure you would look nervous," said Chloe, "so just keep doing what you're doing now."

She started taking photos from different angles, sometimes asking Andrew to turn his head this way or that. She also attempted a few shots using the flogger, swinging it gently with one hand so that the strands fell across his chest while she took some photos with her other hand. It would have been a lot easier if she had someone else to swing the flogger. "Maybe I should have asked my assistant to stay late and help," she said teasingly.

Chloe put her camera down and approached Andrew, standing close in front of him. "I'm going to open up the vest now," she said as her finger went to his buttons. She realised that she had never done anything to undress a guy before -- in all her previous sexual encounters the guys had taken care of their own clothing -- and she was surprised how sexy it made her feel. With Andrew's arms fastened above his head, there was no way of removing the vest completely, but she was able to open it fully and display his chest with its smattering of orange hair. She took some more photos, including some more attempts with the flogger. Then she reached the point in the plan that she had anticipated the most.

"Andrew, I want to take off the kilt now."

She knelt down beside him and started to unfasten the buckles on his hip. She pulled the material open and was treated to a close-up view of him wearing the white thong. Her plan wasn't to remove the kilt entirely. She wanted it to remain in shot to help provide more of a consistent visual connection with the earlier photos. She wanted it to hang open as though trapped between his bottom and the cross he was strapped to. She ended up using a few drawing pins to help keep it in place hanging from the cross. This gave her a further excuse to inspect Andrew from close range. He had a prominent low bulge and a few stray pubic hairs poking out the top and sides of the underwear. He wasn't erect.