Isabel II - RavageMoi

December 10, 2022, 5.58PM.

“please please use me like one of your french girls”

Michel’s eyes re-read the sentence a couple of times. He knew exactly what that meant. Then he scrolled back to the picture that was attached to the message at the top of his inbox. He had read the message over and over since it came in five days ago and he had not been able to get the girl in the photo out of his head.

A slender, tall blonde posed in front of a mirror which reflected her naked body in all its glory, while keeping her face hidden behind her phone and hands. She looked like she was chiseled to perfection: long-limbed with a toned abdomen, a tiny waist and perky little breasts that were big enough to demand attention and small enough to stir some extra life into Michel’s cock and balls.

He had not seen a body like this in quite some time. In fact, he had not seen a naked female in real life for years. His life had changed quite a bit since the accusations, the prosecution and the subsequent prison sentence. Michel had always maintained his innocence, but the court had decided otherwise and put him away for 18 months. Even though that was over three years ago, he felt the effects every single day.

He was 38 when all the trouble started. After running a reasonably successful web site featuring monthly updates with increasingly extreme bdsm videos for over a decade, his marriage was on the rocks. Amelie, one of his models and his second wife, found out that he was having an affair with one of the other recurring models and she didn’t just want a divorce. She wanted to ruin him. She took him to court on charges of rape and abuse. Because she had found three other models willing to corroborate her story and claim similar abuses, the case was a slam dunk in the court of law.

Michel’s situation wasn’t helped by any of the photo and video evidence brought against him. The judge ruled that none of the cruel acts of torture that he performed on his models for his RavageMoi web site could ever be covered by performance contracts that stated that these acts were consensual.

Now 43, he was living in the attic at his parents’ house while trying to hold a rehabilitation job at a local transport warehouse and working out at home to keep his physical shape. The prison sentence was one thing. The financial compensation that the courts awarded not only to Amelie, but also to the other plaintiffs was an even bigger burden for Michel. It was something he didn’t think he could ever get out of.

Needless to say, his social circle got much smaller after this whole ordeal. Where he had previously been surprised at how many good-looking models he and Amelie were able to find for their special video productions, that well had completely dried up after the sentencing. It had been a blow too for his only remaining friend, Olivier, who owned one of the studio spaces where Michel used to record his iconic videos. The steady flow of income from the space rental for the videos was gone. It was now mostly used for photo shoots and the occasional music video.

His professional contacts had been avoiding Michel like a disease and despite a few videos buried on niche web sites here and there, his online presence was totally gone after most hosting services had removed his videos from their pages. His web site had been gone for a few years now and he had not logged in to his FetLife profile for at least as long. That’s why he was totally surprised to receive a message like the one he had been revisiting over the past few days.

He kept staring at his screen and imagined the girl’s body right there with him. Oh, he had plenty of ideas of what to do with a sexy little thing like her. Even though he had been physically sidelined for a few years, his mind had been busy fantasizing about things he never got to do before. Michel was getting ready to reply when a call from downstairs stopped him. He sighed and pressed Windows-key + L on his keyboard before getting up from his chair.