My Secret

A work of fiction. As such names, dates, places need no protection for they are not real ;)

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I have been an amateur photographer for some time. I have invested a good deal of money into this hobby and have A studio in my basement. I have done all sorts of work from shooting out in the countryside around me, to nice little families. I have, even, well done a few more shall we say risqué shoots. The human form is amazing in everything that it can do.

I once had a client that wanted to record the birth of her first child. I was there. Ladder. Camera. Lights. She did this all at her home. In a little pool. I had never seen a water birth before, but. There it was the miracle of life.

She loved the photos so much that she had the idea to create a book documenting her second child from start to end. We set up one evening in the bedroom. It was odd at first and her husband took a little getting used to the idea, but after a few minutes she was able to get him to relax and focus on her. I captured their natural love making, and after the fact we went back and did a few more staged photos. Then once a month we would create a theme, a location and document her bodily changes, and a couple of the doctors appointments. It was a lot of work, but it was exciting to be a part of the journey. In the end she decided to not publish the book but to keep for herself.

Like I said the human form is amazing, and I do enjoy capturing it. Most of the clients I get come to me by word of mouth. I don’t advertise, and I do not judge. I have never considered that to be my role in life. I do draw the line at anything that would be illegal or slightly suggestive of being illegal.

The bishop of my ward had asked me if I could set up in the cultural hall and do family shots so they could create a ward directory complete with images. I was more than happy to volunteer my service for this. I would take a group family, and then did individual headshots for each adult member. I offered to sell the images to the families at cost. It was also a great way to get to know everyone. There had been a lot of changes recently as our boundaries had changed.

A couple weeks went by and I was working on some of the family images. Adjusting contrast, cropping, and just making the final edits before making a master file for the bishop. My cell I use for photograph stuff buzzed. It was a text from a person who I did a kink shoot for about 9 months ago. Like I said, I don’t judge. They live about 2 hours from my place, a person had give them my name. I did a zoom call with them ahead of time, I got the signed releases, and provided them a product that they were very happy with.

The shoot was interesting to say the least. He is a very “dominate” man and had a couple different models with him for the day. He provided names, and age verification ahead of time so I knew everything was good to go. When I got to his place he had a whole barn that he had set up. It was basically a “play barn” that was near his main property, but not close enough that a person that did not now know would connect it. This place had several different rooms, a kitchen, a bar, coed locker rooms, and more. One of the play spaces near the locker rooms was just a big open shower.

I spent some time talking with the gentleman about what he wanted to do. He wanted to create some promotional pictures, and some pictures just for his enjoyment. The goal was to open up the space for parties to the kink community. I was there the whole day, and it did take some time to work out all the editing he wanted for the promotional material. In the end my bill was more than I had originally thought but he had no problems paying and was more than happy with how things turned out.

This brings us back to the text I just got. He was about to host a party at the barn, and wanted to get some images of the place being used. He said that everyone that would be there would have a release since he was going to be using the images, and each person selected for the party was hand-picked. The only request I had was to have a means and a way I could be anonymous. He assured me he could manage that. I tossed out a crazy price knowing It would be a day there, it would be late, I would need to stay some place, food, etc. It was going to be my weekend and normally I did not like giving up my weekends, but if this could pay well I might be able to finally pay for some of the upgrades I had been wanting to do.

One week before the job the client texted and told me to bring a pair of black biker shorts, and that he had the rest taken care of. We went over the last minutes details in text. I asked if there was any place near by that I could stay. He told me it was taken care of. There was a guest house back on his property with a hot tub and pool. He said If I wanted I could bring the family up and enjoy. I did give it a consideration, but I was not sure how the party and that would mix. I am sure there was enough of a distance that it would not connect, but the wife might have more questions than I had answers.

The day of the event I load up the Outback, hugged the wife and kissed the kids, and headed up into the mountains for two hours. I made some mental notes as I drove of points that I needed to come back and shoot. It really was a a beautiful drive and showed that God had made such a perfect place for all of us imperfect people.

I pulled up to the main property and the client greeted me. He jumped into the passenger seat and directed me to the guest house that was a mile and half away from his house. it was amazing. Just as he had said a pool, hot tub, and everything one could want. He had taken the liberty and stocked up the fridge with a few things.

The client and I once again went back over his expectations. The goal was to be more action, rooms in use, and the people having fun. We had agreed already that I could do some staged images with my lights and some fog the next day. He had invited a few of his closer friends to stay for that.

The last piece of business was what I was to wear. He took me to the closet and pulled out a pair of black leather chaps, a black leather vest, a mask, and a hat. I was going to be able to blend in and hide all at the same time.

Later that evening the client sent a ride for me. I arrived at the venue before the guests. There was a room upstairs that had been set aside for me. The upstairs was a private area in the barn and actually required a key card to access so there would be no way a person could just stray into the space. Another of the rooms on that level had been set up as a security office. There was a gentleman that monitored the closed circuit feeds. All the public spaces were monitored from a wide view. The exterior had the ability to pan and zoom in as needed.

Each guest had to preregister, and a fee had been collected. Since this was a hand selected group the fee was nominal and also allowed the client to test that part of his system. Needless to say everyone that would be coming would be getting more than their money worth. There was food, amazing food. Holy cow it was some of the best bbq I had ever had. Drinks in abundance.

I went down to check things out just before the client let the guests in. I walked the space, and thankfully had my light meter. I already knew it was going to be a bit of a hard task getting the shots, but if things stayed as is it was going to be just about impossible. I found the client and explained everything. He had no problems and pushed up the light levels to help me out with what I needed to do.

This place was unreal. There were all sorts of toys about. A person had come in and set up a message table and had these electric probes, another person was set up with a tray of needles, and another was getting ready to play with some fire. In another space was a couple of heavy wooden Xs wth areas you could tie things too. Then there was a room with mattress after mattress spread around the room. There was a table that had clean sheets, and attendant was standing by.

The client found me and told me guests were coming in very shortly so I made my way back upstairs. I really wanted the party to get started so the guests would be focused on their fun, and then I could just find my way and move about the room. I went back to my space, and closed my eyes for a brief power nap.

I had set the alarm for an hour, got up, and walked over to the security room. I stood behind the guy with the eye in the sky, and was able to see that the space had filled up. Most people were right now standing around, eating, and just enjoying one another. There were a few guests that were taking in the tables I had seen set up, and a few that were already making out and using some of the equipment. I would have loved to have been able to sneak down and get some pictures of what was taking place, but the client was more interested in the hardcore party. Security told me to wait about another hour, and things would really be going. He said most people paced themselves a bit as these kind of things tended to be marathons and not sprints.

I checked back an hour later and the security cameras showed a very different space. People were done eating and there was a lot more playing going on. The energy on the closed circuit looked to be exactly what the client wanted so I dressed in the rest of what little I had. I picked up my camera, and made sure I had the key card to get back up here and made my way to the floor.

I scouted around the space and did every thing I could to keep my presence low. Guests had been told that there would be a photographer on location and they knew they could be photographed. The messaging had also been very clear it was for venue use and I was not for hire. That actually helped a bit, I think, because I was now a known staff with a purpose.

I was able to get some decent pictures as people played. Each of the wooden Xs had a light that focused on the center of the prop. I am sure it has a name. I am just the photo person so don’t hate my writing. That light really helped get the images.

There was a middle-aged man that had his hands cuffed to the top of the X and his ankles cuffed at the bottom. His backside faced out towards us. A woman in a black leather corset with panties that matched, and high-heeled shiny leather boots was swinging this kind of whip with multiple leather tabs at this person’s butt. She would walk up, say something, hold the leather tabs near his nose, and then step back. I moved a bit to try and see if I could get a bit of an out-of-focus expression of the man on the X as he was taking the blows from the woman.

I got in a spot and was able to see the person very clearly. There was something that looked familiar, but I was not positive. I zoomed with the camera just a bit and the face became very evident. It was my bishop. My bishop was on this X getting spanked by a woman. It was tempting to get a clearer picture, but I was honest in my dealings, and this would be a secret that would be well worth keeping.

I was able to get a few good expression shots as well as the impact of the leather hitting the bishop’s back. But the lady was not yet done with him. She had given him some water, patted his head and butt.

Now she was holding up this J shaped shiny piece of metal tubing with what looked a rather large ball on the end of it. She walked back over to the bishop and ran her fingers several times up between his butt cheeks. The next thing I see is a bit of gasp, and the hook going into between the bishops legs….I think I needed to move on and see what else was happening.

As I moved about I started to wonder who else I might recognize or if I even wanted to recognize anybody else. I had thought that being a couple of hours from home would limit any chance of cross-over

I circled past each of the tables that had set up. Each of the artist was busy demonstrating and letting guest experience what they had brought. One thing I was starting to sense was that the many here were just looking for a release. A chance to let go. To be free and inhibited. Life sometimes does creates constrains and obstacle that we might not really know or understand. Would I want to do everything I was seeing here, probably not. Would I be willing to try some of it sure.

Every step provided a new angle. Every angle a new set of pictures. I am so thankful for the digital age because I can snap, fill a card, and put a new card in. I found my way into the room with the mattresses in their. A group had pushed several of the mattresses together, and a good number of people were watching what was taking place.

I found a middle aged woman at the center of attention. She had long blonde hair that had obscured her face. Her large breast dangling beneath her swaying as she was fucked.

There was a line of women and some guys that were stroking themselves around the mattresses. I got some great images of the guys masturbating. The woman at the center of attention was pleasuring a woman with her mouth. Each push from behind pushing the blonde’s tongue deeper into the person she was pleasuring.

The woman that was getting pleasured had a much older woman that she was pleasuring, and that woman had a younger woman facing her and those two were enjoying each other’s breasts as they kissed.

The blonde that was the base of all of this was also being occupied from behind as well. I was doing the best to try capture to totality and the unique parts of it all. It was hard to try to capture the unique gymnastics that were taking place as one guy filled the blonde’s vagina and another filled her ass.

Every place you looked there was condoms, trash cans, bottles of water. People were the focus. Respect was displayed and no body was left out. You could participate, or just watch.

As one guy would cum in the back another would move in and take his place, the ladies in the front would change out. The one thing that was constant as I watched and took pictures was the base. That blonde woman was there on all fours getting a work out. I am sure she had her orgasms but they were probably muffled a bit as she made sure to also pleasure the wet lips that were in front of her. I had zoomed in on several of the participants and was able to really capture the sweat that they had created.

The woman that had been the base took her head up from the woman that she had been pleasuring. I had now been there for about 15 minutes. Part of the crowd standing in admiration for what she was doing. The man that had been holding her hips and filling her ass pulled out. What a gape shot I was able to get as he pulled out. His cock head just exiting as the blonde’s asshole stayed open just that little bit of extra time.

Everyone was watching as the blonde woman I was trying to find the perfect shot. Getting that hard cock in that wet pussy as the two of them were one. I had just glanced up the blond twirled her hair around, and snapped the picture. Just before the full face reveal. I had to put the camera down and rub my eyes for it was the bishop’s wife. I only wished I really had somebody I was going to be able to share these secrets with. I would not even be able to say anything to the wife.

She took her breasts into her hands and teased her nipples as she finished the guy that had been filling her pussy. I was able to get of couple good pics as she lifted up and he withdrew from her. A couple of The ladies came in and helped the bishops wife off the mattresses and they went over to a corner and cuddled. I swore the other ladies looked like people I knew but I really could not place them.

I had been out moving around the venue for a couple of hours and had filled up nearly two cards with images. Like I said I really appreciated digital. In the end only about 25% would end up being presented to the client for use, and out of that clients typically used only a small percentage of that.

I wanted to make sure I captured the huge open shower. That room was going to be hard for me to capture with my equipment so I would need to have a vantage point. I was actually kind of surprised that that room was not as full as I would have thought. I had always loved the erotic play with my wife in the shower. Maybe closer to the very end this would be something. It might be a room that we come back to tomorrow and stage it a bit.

I carefully scanned and was able to get a good vantage into one of the corners. There was a group of women enjoying that space. They were all being very sensual with kissing and caressing one another. It was a slower and less “pornographic” scene than what had been been going on earlier.

There was four of them. One was a brunette and she looked to be in her younger 20s and had very small breasts, a taller redhead with very pale skin and large DD- cup breasts. She was kind of on the outside of the group being a bit motherly, moving around the group kissing and touching everyone. I got some nice pictures of the group with their breasts touching and tongues swirling around one another. The younger blonde was making out with a brunette who had C-cup breasts

Then there was the relief society president. She was a newer mom and her heavy milk laden breasts stood out from the other women. Her shorter brown hair did not hide her face at all. The minute I had a good luck I knew exactly who she was. I watched a bit as the ladies did their sensual dance looking for and finding some good images.

I retreated from the room and decided I should take a little break, but I wanted to make sure to get back out and get some of the non-action that was taking place. I went back up to my room and set a time for 45 minutes.

I checked with the security guy and he said that he was hired till 7 in the morning, but that at 4 they would start to push people out. I looked at my watch it was only 12:30 He said people would eventually start to slow down and look to recover. They would be putting out some fruit and sweets soon to help with that.

Guests were let in at 6:30, I went down about 8:30, it was now 12:30. Holy cow. This is a serious night out. Not at all what I was accustomed to. I would need to keep a close eye in the future and see who in leadership was tired and not tired on a Sunday morning.

My alarm went off just as I finished my RedBull. I pulled my mask down, and headed back out. There had been some thinning of the crowd, but not a lot. I wanted to get the realness of the afterglow, but was also looking for the people I had seen. Did they come as a group? Or was it just a hey oops, you, me, you, really kind of thing. Something told me it was not that.

I mingled and circled about getting my pictures. People holding fruit. People nibbling. People just being naked and being a bit normal and in the back ground people doing not so normal things. Then I found what I wanted to find.

They did not know but it had been framed perfectly for me. The church members sat in a nice grouping and it faced me in a way that I could capture them and not be seen. The bishop was sitting with his arms out. Just to the right was his wife and to the left was the EQ president’s wife. The RS president was in front of the bishop sucking on his cock as he talked to the group.

As I watched the group the EQ president walked up and took the bishop’s wife and turned her around and he started to fuck her Slowly. I snapped some pictures of what was happening in this group, but also made sure to swivel a bit and get images in other parts of the room.

I turned back and zoomed in on the group. The RS president had taken the seat that the bishop’s wife had been in. The wife was now over on another seat with the EQ president’s cock still filling her. The bishop was resting his hand between the RS presidents legs and was obviously giving her some attention as her head rested on his shoulder. A couple more women had entered into the circle. I recognized them as members, but I could not place them.

The bishop stood up and turned around. His ass was now facing out. One of the new ladies leaned in and I watched as her head went between his cheeks. I watched the bishop’s head as he moved about. The others watched as well. The other woman moved in under the bishop. I could only assume that she was taking his cock in her mouth. The bishop was now the center of attention of this group. I wish I could have been a bit closer to see and capture what was happening a bit better.

I did need to move as I had been in one spot for a bit, but I choose a spot that still let me keep an eye on what was happening. Once I was able to set myself back up I was able to look back over and now saw the bishop sucking on the milk-swollen breasts of the RS president that was sitting next to him. I am sure he was tasting her nutritious treats.

The night was getting to me and my card was getting full. Then one more person joined the group. The small-breasted brunette from the shower was walked in front of the bishop. She knelt in front of him. He leaned forward and one could tell that he gave her a little kiss. Others in the group moved to her and she stood up. Each of them kissing and grouping her as the bishop sat on the sofa with the RS president, the EQ presidents wife.

After a few minutes she returned to kneel and laid her head in the bishops lap. I don’t really know what happened after that. I was hardly keeping my eyes open.

When I got back up to my room I looked at my watch. It was only 2:30. There was still a bit of party time to go. The client knocked at the door. I gave him a run down of the basics of what I was able to get, but that I would need to go through all the raw images and put together his portfolio. He asked about later in the day. I told him the only thing that needed to be reshot was the big group shower.

The client was more than happy with everything I had to say. He said he would call for my ride and that I should wait outside. It would be about 15 minutes, but sometimes it was earlier. I thanked the client, gathered up my equipment, and headed to the front.

I stood out front still in my mask and the rest of the outfit I had been given. Out walked the bishop, and everyone that had been over at the sofas. It was the bishop and his wife, the EQ president and his wife, the RS president, and later I was able to figure out it was the YW Camp leader, and then two additional women from the ward, and the young brunette. As I waited a big black van pulled up. The RS presidents husband jumped out and looked at the EQ president, “Did ya have fun?” The president smiled and gave a thumbs up. “Great, next time you get to drive and I can enjoy your wife.” I watched as they all drove off and my ride pulled up. The driver helped with my equipment, and took me back to the guest house.

I was not sure if the people in the van noticed my equipment bags or not. They had been sitting at the church while I had taken their family portraits. Just to be safe I sent my wife a text and told her to just say to people that I was not there because I was out of state for a job which would not raise too many eyebrows as I did often travel for work.

The shoot the next day did not take too long. But I did approach it differently. Everyone was naked, and I was actually feeling a little awkward not being naked. Plus it was a shower and it was hard not to get wet. Did I join the fun that was happening? That would be something between me, and those shower walls, but it would be a safer bet if you placed your chips on “did not join.”

When I got home I hugged and kissed my wife. I took my equipment down to my studio in the basement. I took the cards and downloaded the images to a separate password protected ssd, and placed the originals in my safe. There are a few things I will put on the cloud, but this was one job that was not going there.

The week was busy with work, and going through the many files That was going to take a little time and the client understood. I told him it would be a month, and it did take that month to get back to him.

I kept looking at the family images I had taken and kept trying to place the young brunette that joined the group. She was not in any of the pictures. Then that following Sunday I got my answer. The bishop standing at the front said that we had received the records for a Miss Jacquline Russel. He asked her to stand as was customary. Everyone raised their right hand, a few a bit more energetically than others. At least now I had a name to put to the faces. Oh, one last bit of information, just the following week Ms. Russel was called to be the RS secretary, humm…..