Chapter 39: Advice!

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"Excellent. You're a natural," I said, breaking the flow. "Why don't you take five minutes to rest, maybe drink some fluids, then we can move onto the dress."

"Really!" she asked, her face bright with excitement, acting more like a teenager. "You're not telling me just to make me feel better, right?"

"Certainly not, Nicole," I said, deciding to take the chance to use her first name, testing the closeness that had inevitably built up during the period where she followed my every order.

"It's a relief," she answered, not commenting on my usage of her first name, instead of walking towards the package that was holding the second dress.

"Isn't it a bit on the small side," she murmured, raising the dress over her silhouette.

I certainly agreed. It was much more revealing compared to the other dress, but thankfully, not as much as the one that would come after it.

I had a feeling that she would have called off the shoot if she saw the other dress, but my luck held true, and her attention was firmly on the second one instead.

She disappeared, holding the dress in her hands, only to appear a few minutes more, wrapped tightly in blue fabric.

It fitted even better than I had hoped for, the dress hinting everything while leaving the mystery intact.

"Ready? Go back to the screen," I ordered, already looking through her through the camera.

I could see that she wasn't completely sure about the dress, so I decided to push her a little. And to my pleasant surprise, she followed it almost automatically.

I was happy to be holding the camera in a way that would block my face, because it hid the sudden predatory smile that bloomed on my face.

I noticed that my landlady was displaying several submissive tendencies, so it was like an unexpected gift.

Even better, with still two dresses remaining, I had the perfect excuse to test just how far I could push her.

Still, I did nothing out of the ordinary for the first few minutes, allowing her to come to terms with being recorded while wearing a revealing dress, at least to her sensibilities.

But her hesitance drained quickly once she bathed under the reflectors, signaling it was finally the time to push forward with the plan.

"Now, turn your back," I ordered, and she did like she had done several times before. The next part, however, was something new.

"Now, lean forward like you were about to pick something from a low table." She followed my command, but decided to bend her knees instead of leaning forward.

"Knees straight," my voice rang, sharper, more commanding than usual.

Her body compiled automatically, and she leaned forward, the dress riding up, displaying her milky thighs.

I pressed the clicker with the full knowledge that I couldn't use that one for the site, as it was much more suggestive than they would be comfortable for such a dress.

The realization passed through her face a second later and she turned, her expression telling that she was about to complain, but I interjected before she could verbalize her grievance.

"Good job, now, stand straight, and look to the side with a smile." And just like that, her argument was stalled as she rushed to her new pose.

"Turn towards me and reach towards the ground, your knees bending a bit," I ordered, and she did so.

To her defense, she raised her hand to cover the cleavage that would occur in such a move. Until my next order, that was.

"Press your finger to your lips like you were surprised," I ordered. She tried to bring the hand she was using for the fake reach, but my voice rang commandingly.

"Keep your right hand in position," I ordered. It wasn't that I shouted, but my tone brokered no argument, demanding obedience. I had a submissive girlfriend when I was in college, and I knew what would work best in that case.

This time, the panicked expression came before the motion, fully aware that she was going to reveal more than she initially intended, but she did nevertheless.

She brought her hand to her lips, leaving her cleavage, which would be quite modest if it wasn't for the peculiarity of the pose, revealing a delicious hint of flesh.

I could have let her go up, in the same way a lion that just caught a deer might let her go. Theoretically possible, but not very likely. "I want a bigger smile from you, but without erasing the surprise."

"How?" she murmured.

"Try to imagine yourself in that pose unwittingly, but try to enjoy the feeling that someone is looking down into your dress, captivated by your amazing breasts."

"But-" she started, only to fade when I let the camera fall down a bit, peering into her eyes, my face stern, without inflection.

Without saying anything else, she took the pose once more, her lips tugging with a hesitant imitation of a smile.

"Better," I said with a soft tone, rewarding her for her good behavior. "A smile fits your beautiful face much better than a frown."

Her smile trembled for a second, but this time, instead of trying to disappear, it was struggling to expand.

A second later, the smile won the impromptu contest, spreading on her face. I took several shots even though it wasn't the pose that I had in mind, there was little reason to associate happiness with punishment.

"Now, try to add a little mischievousness in that smile," I gently directed her. "Like you are playing a little joke at me."

She did so, causing my pants to go tighter. There was something innately erotic with that particular pose, one that awakened a desire to taste it without delay.

Unfortunately, that was not a possibility, at least, not yet. Still, there was no harm in a bit of a preview.

"Bring your arms to the side of your breasts, but keep the position stable otherwise," I ordered, and to my surprise, she did so without hesitation, enhancing the view even further.

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