Chiaroscuro is strong contrasts between light and dark, the contrasting light giving fullness and body to the image.
Here’s the beautiiful Zoe in a painter’s home, framing herself with the ladder and the mirror. The light and her beauty do the rest.
Arethusa. She’s been paddled. And fucked.
Right now, catlike, she’s sleeping, despite her unrestful position, and the fact that she can’t move.
But her Master hasn’t undone her bonds yet. They both know one important thing, though they know it from different sides: there’s more to come.
But first, sleep. I loved the way she always fell asleep after deep D/s sex. She’d given her all, holding nothing back, and she always conked out for a while afterwards.
Cheating a bit on the silhouette front. But the mix of that sharp outline of Arethusa’s body, and her sweet thighs, is too good to pass up.
Your humble photographer appears in this one. Because if you’re going to sneak into the women’s changing rooms because you’re buying your slavegirl some lingerie …
Well, you take pictures, and that’s that.
What’s better than one reclining, beautiful Zoë? Two reclining Zoës is a good start.
Warm relaxation in a warm room.
Punishment is over. Arethusa’s Master had plans to take advantage of her nicely warmed ass, but he got a work call and had to go and sit at his computer, doing stuff he’d rather not be doing just then.
But at last he returns. He trod softly, because he thought Arethusa might be asleep. But she’s not.
She’s quietly pleasuring herself, without waiting for Master. He watches her ass rise and fall, because that’s always worth watching. And, still quietly, he picks up the paddle…
Possession means both ownership and the thing, or person, owned.
Arethusa was my possession. Here she’s lying over one of my legs, ass up, held by her Master. She still shows traces of her last caning, but she has cool, pale, unspanned skin.
I’m holding her, and we don’t speak. That hand says all we need to say to each other.
She knows, ass up over my knee, that her unspanked state isn’t going to last long. But first there’s this pause, while we lie silently together. We feel each other and know each other.
Possessor and possession.
La jeune fille est peut-être seulement heureux. Mais le jeun homme, il est certainement joyeux.
That’s because the young man is observing his young lady at rest, and marvelling at her beauty. And because he knows that the paddle lying discreetly beside her is about to come into play. And come out to play.
A moment of joy? Absolument!
It was the first time Arethusa was ever seriously punished. We both knew it was a milestone for us, and we both wanted a record.
Arethusa turned out to have a three-stage reaction to punishment, especially when it involved the cane.
The lovely Zoe, looking just a little pink. And half wearing a very pretty white dress from Cuba.
She colours beautifully. I can’t stop myself from adding extra blush.
“You’re just paddling me because you like my arse!”
She made that sound very, very wrong. I said, “Have you been an absolute little brat, all day today?”
“Maybe?”
“I’m going to keep paddling you until you say you’re sorry and you’re going to behave yourself.”
“Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!”
“Oh, yeah. Also, I have to believe you. Shall we continue?”
She had no answer for that. A little later she squealed.