My First Photo Shoot

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I’ve been merrily taking you on a trip down memory lane with me, sharing my slutty escapades and pain creations. But in among all of my wonderful tasks I’d also been taking steps of my own, to stretch the exhibitionist Sir had awoken and (hopefully) please him in the process. Today I want to share my first photo shoot with you, and revisit some of the images I’ve shared between then (May 2018) and now.

I’d been approached on fabswingers by a photographer.

He was looking for open minded people to explore model photography with. My curiosity spiked but I wasn’t brave enough to jump straight in. We met for a coffee so I could see he was not some kind of predatory photographer- the kind that I’d read uncomfortable tales of on fetlife.

As soon as we got chatting, his unassuming nature and the direction our conversation went put me at ease. He was a married man, who explored non-sexual submission outside of that relationship. He had no designs on me, other than to take some pictures.

We planned for a couple of weeks time and made a plan.

We would walk beside a river and follow the steam train tracks. I would take some props and we’d see what the weather and footfall had in store for us.

And so one May morning I met him in town and we headed off in his car. It was a 15 minute drive to a lush green paradise, bright blue skies and a calm, sparkling river. Being pre-tourist season and during the working week we didn’t even have many footpath friends to worry about.

My wardrobe consisted of a black dress that shrouded my body.

At his suggestion I’d gone for something easy to whip off and throw on at a moment’s notice. With the coast clear it didn’t take long until I was knee deep in the enciting yet icy waters. A few shots in and a couple appeared on a beach on the opposite bank. There was no way they’d see details but out of respect I asked him to pass my dress and we continued our wander up the river.

He knew the area very well, and we found some great spots. This being my first official photo shoot, with an actual photographer, I was surprised at how quick I was to get naked. How comfortable I was in my own skin. To this day I find it much harder to do fashion shoots, but even then the ease I discovered being naked.

My creativity explodes with the promise of nakedness

I had clover clamps which paired beautifully with some fishing weights that a friend had painted and brought as a gift the previous spring. (I realise now I haven’t introduced him, though I know he reads. Sorry NiceGuy!) Having heard the train whoosh along the tracks we decided to check if the coast was clear. Standing behind a bush I attached the clamps before stepping out onto the now safe tracks. Pulling the flimsy dress over my head, I tossed it to him and waited for the pendulous weights to stop pulling my labia. He captured an amazing shot before we both collapsed into fits of laughter.

Between our initial meeting over coffee, my interest in latex had been progressed.

I will need to return to this, but suffice to say that I found myself in possession of a gorgeous latex hood. This featured in a number of our images, but also raised the question. If someone were to wander upon us when I was naked except for the hood, what order should I correct things in? Remove the latex hood first, or put the dress back on? We decided that nakedness for art was less likely to offend than a latex hood. The hood being a kink and naked flesh being perfectly natural and, in this neck of the woods, legal!

We had the plan for worst case scenario…

I would remove the hood and then add the dress. As is usually the case, once we had a plan in place we didn’t need to use it. But, it is part of my ethical exhibitionism. Even before embarking on my first photo shoot, being “careful not to be seen” was how I was taught to bare my flesh in public for Sir.

A few sets in the woods, and a game of peek-a-boo later, the latex hood was put to good use in a flooded tunnel. You might recognise the photo at the top from a previous post where I put a negative spin on things. Then we took a stroll back along the riverbank, enjoying decent conversation as we walked back to the car. But do you remember the couple across the river from us in the first set? Well, I needn’t have worried about my nakedness…

They were splashing about in the shallows… naked as the day they were born!

So that was a whistle stop tour of my first photo shoot. The header image is the last new image from this trip into the wilds, but it wasn’t my last time out with him. There were pictures which he shared with me that made me feel uncomfortable to start with. But then I learnt to actually see myself, to look and see what everyone else sees. And sharing them here has helped me grow.

I can’t leave you guessing as to whether this was the last shoot I’ve taken part in. Unless you’re brand new to the blog, you’ll know I’ve met some amazing photographers since this first photo shoot. If you’d like to work with me then please do get in touch via my contact form.