The camera can make for a great tool. Even knowing the camera is there, it still holds many voyeuristic qualities. It is like another person looking into the lives of both the subject and the photographer. A photograph reveals the soul of the photographer and the flesh of the subject. A picture of a nude woman is not simply pornography or art; it is the reflection of the artist's attitude and feelings towards the subject. Even the crassest of pornographic pictures tells us a tale deeper than its face value suggests. One only has to look beyond the banality of the picture and study the angles, the focus and the framing to read something about the artist's soul. A lone subject, a girl standing in any room in any part of the world, submits her flesh to the will of the photographer. Her hair is cared for, washed and brushed. It falls off her head like shimmering golden silk. Even the slightest breeze carries the strands as if dancing with them. Small blue bows that match her eyes hold the hair into two shoulder length pigtails. Everything about her face is perfect, at least to the artist. He walks around, surveying his subject, taking in every color, every curve, and every inch of her body.
A small white shirt, tied up near her breasts, revealing her flat, tight stomach, clings to her perky little breasts like a second skin. The white cotton is perfect, a white that defines the color itself. A small pleated plaid skirt hangs off her hips, hanging down just low enough to hide her white cotton panties. A mouse sneeze would be enough to reveal a hint of the white cotton that presses against her forbidden skin. Her long legs extend down from her skirt, covered only by some white knee high socks and a pair of cute black and white saddle shoes. She gives a shy giggle as he moves closer to her, camera in hand.
He ran his free hand lightly down her left arm. She shudders slightly when he touches her, but invites it. Slowly, he runs his finger tips around her body like a blind man trying to see. His fingers take in the softness of her skin, the length of her stomach and back and find the sensitive spot near her hips. She bites her lip in excitement as his fingers draw around the elastic of her underwear. He draws his hand down her hip and under her skirt. He does not violate any of her private parts, but simply runs his fingers under the elastic that hugs her hips. His knuckle lightly touches her skin above her now slightly excited pussy. It seems this is the last of his explorations as he steps away from her, looking at her through the camera.
He snaps a few pics before she is ready or posing. They are candid, capturing a bit of her true nature, the real subject. There will be almost nothing of the artist in these pics; they will allow one small look from neutral eyes. He starts to direct her like a puppet. She bends to his will, accepting every command like a soldier in battle. She has forgone control and allows her body to be his canvas and paint. A rush of excitement and fear flows through her body as she becomes his slave.
With nothing but a simple chair as a prop, he directs her into many different poses. She sits on the chair, legs crossed and hands folded in her lap like a proper woman. He snaps full pictures then close-ups of her body. A colorful macro shot of her hands folded against the bright plaid, an extreme close-up of the white cotton shirt with the outline of her small nipples underneath, even shots of her eyes and lips so close they look like alien planets. He looks for all the sensuality of his subject, even in the most benign places.
He switches positions, each one becoming more and more revealing. Her legs spread open with the skirt hanging down covering even the slightest shot of her underwear, her slightly bent over the back of the chair, still teasing a sight of white cotton. He closes in on her, tilting the camera under her skirt and snapping some revealing pictures of the white cotton clinging so tightly to her now excited flesh. The underwear formed perfectly with her round ass and you could make out the small bump below that shaped her genitals. In his close ups, he even caught a bit of moisture building up on the fabric, the result of her excitement.
Pulling the camera out from under her skirt, he runs it up over her ass and up her back, snapping pictures the whole way. His body moves closer to hers and she feels his crotch press against her ass as he takes a shot over her shoulder, down towards her breasts. He can smell her sweet, fruity perfume as he clicks away with his camera. She pushes her ass slightly back, rubbing it gently against his crotch. For the first time, she hears him give a slight breath of excitement but then composes himself to shoot. From behind, he snaps pictures of her hands grasping the back of the chair for support as she becomes more and more excited.
