~May Heart~
Today is when the power play starts sharp and sweet: the Photographer sets her rules… but she’s not just accepting them. She’s contributing to the game. Not as an equal... but as an offering. A tease. A willing, aching participant who’s learning how to crave being exposed.
My Calendar for May previously presented here: >> For my 3,000 Followers! <<
The Photographer sets new rules that May Heart must follow on odd-numbered days only...
and May herself accepts them, maybe even asks for them with a note to the Photographer.
On even-numbered days, the calendar day could include:
An excerpt from a (Erotic) letter sent in by an anonymous woman. (Will be from a fictional Woman... unless someone "anonymous" writes me something that she could react to)
A lipstick-smudged note from May beneath it: her response, her reaction, her unraveling.
May 1st – Photoshoot Entry
✅ Rule of the Day (from the Photographer):
“No smiling unless commanded.”
— She may only smile when he allows it. Every smile is a reward... not a right. If she forgets, the pose resets.
Frame 1 – 11:04 AM
Pose Attempt One:
She met the lens with a slyness she didn’t try to hide. Chin tilted, lip almost smirking... like she was testing me. Testing the room. Testing the rules.
I told her to hold it for 30 seconds. She broke at 18. Smiled.
Not because she forgot.
Because she wanted me to notice.
I did.
I didn’t say a word — just reset the pose. But the silence? That’s what taught her.
Frame 2 – 11:16 AM
Pose Attempt Two:
Same angle. Same leash tension. Different energy.
This time, she held the pose without smiling.
But her eyes searched... for approval, for response, maybe even for correction.
She breathed shallow, chest rising in controlled tempo. That smirk? Gone.
Still, she twitched at second 47.
She wanted to do it right, but not because I told her to.
Because she wanted to be seen doing it right.
Frame 3 – 11:32 AM
Final Frame:
No smirk. No question. Just stillness.
She sank into the pose like it was made for her.
No tremble. No flinch. Just breath... slow, silent, steady.
She didn’t smile.
But her lips softened. Her expression was... quiet.
Not submissive. Not yet.
But something closer.
Receptive.
I held the shutter longer than I needed to.
Not for the light.
For her.
She didn’t smile once... not until I told her she could.
When I finally gave the word, she gave me a grin that felt like surrender and sin wrapped in lace.
And that note…
(God help me.)...
What to make of her ?...
"Command me to pose in a compromising position…"
Her note haunts me.
Not because of what it says... but because of what it asks of me....
She’s offering more than her body. She’s offering her trust. Her obedience. Her gaze, steady and waiting.
And yet...
How far can I go… when I don’t know where the edge is?
Do I take her there because she wants it…
Or because I want to see what she looks like at the edge?
That’s the question I shouldn’t be asking.
But I am.
And when I finally told her, “Bend,”
she moved like she’d been waiting all morning to hear it.
I made her bend, slowly... one leg over the arm of the chair, head tilted, breath held.
She never broke eye contact. Not once.
That pose was never meant for the calendar.
That one… was for me.
And that was just the first day of May.
She left with her lipstick smudged, her leash neatly coiled... and that smile she wasn’t supposed to wear until I gave it to her.
I didn’t stop her.
Maybe tomorrow, I will.