Fleur III: Suffer Club

With plenty of time to spare, Fleur left the lobby of the Adlon Kempinski Hotel on her way to her appointment with David. After she greeted the doorman, she opted to turn right and walk a little away from the monumental landmark and the expensive hotel. She passed the five-star luggage and jewelry stores that seemed to be part of the hotel itself before crossing the Wilhelmstrasse as she made her way toward the Russian embassy in Berlin. As luck would have it, she spotted a taxi cab dropping people in front of the Lebensart Café and got in it.

As the taxi cab drove out of the city, she browsed her iPad, making some last-minute adjustments to the images and videos in her portfolio folder for the Toymaker. Fleur thought her trip to Berlin got off to  a good start yesterday and she wanted those good vibes to continue. She was a little nervous going to David, more nervous than she was visiting Erin at her club, but last night’s talks and events had given her the confidence to just go in and let things happen.

Even though she arrived way too early, at David’s mansion, he didn’t make her wait and the two of them quickly made introductions before sitting down in one of David’s offices on the ground floor of his large residence.

David was in his early sixties and had never married. As an only child, he had inherited the lavish estate of his parents outside Berlin when his mother passed away two decades ago. He had lived in the property since he was born in the late fifties of post-World War Two Eastern Germany and had the luxury of having all the money, time and space needed to pursue his lifelong interest in complete isolation when he wanted to.

Schooled in physics and engineering at the Soviet-controlled Humboldt University of Berlin and following his father’s footsteps specializing in clockmaking and toymaking, David had always been fascinated by automatons and clockwork motors. Parallel to his career in commercial toy design and watchmaking, he developed his own private collection of toys that had a more sinister application in bdsm and genital torture.

After more than forty years of professional activity, he had decided to retire from commercial work and the changing landscape in the bdsm community he used to be part of for decades. He was disappointed with the unexpected loss of two women he held dear to his heart. One was Erin’s mother, Agnes, a childhood friend and fellow bdsm enthusiast, who had passed away from cancer four years ago. She had left her bdsm club and empire to her youngest daughter, but things had changed there and the influx of new and younger people had made David feel like he had to move on.

And the other woman he lost was his muse and surrogate daughter Chloe, who he had met about ten years ago through Agnes’s club. More than thirty years his junior, she had enchanted him not only with her exquisite physical appearance, but also her deliciously deviant and sadomasochistic mind. She’d not only submit to the toys he made for her. She actively helped the development of them, until she ultimately met a guy and fell in love and totally quit her work with David per this guy’s wishes. David was devastated and had not yet been able to put this loss behind him, even though it had been almost three years to the date that she quit.

Now David found himself entertaining another young woman of the same age that Chloe was when he met her. A great reference from Erin and a handful of photographs had enticed him. When Fleur walked in, he knew the photographs didn’t do her justice. Even though the young woman appeared giddy and nervous, he could see from the way she moved and presented herself, that he was in the presence of someone special.

Since she seemed eager to talk, David only quickly introduced himself and let his guest do most of the talking. He just watched with amusement as the young woman in front of him started talking about her recent experiences, name dropping a few hardcore bdsm production companies in the process, trying to see if David would respond to any of them.  

“Ah, I see,” David interjected at some point. “And didn’t you participate in those productions yourself? I remember Erin sending me something like that.”

“Yeah, I was on LiveTabooTorture a few months ago and I’ve been in two videos on Extreme Dolls before that. I may do another one in the next few weeks.”

“Another one of what? ED or LTT?”

“ED... I really like the way Mistress Lisa works there. LTT will probably remain a one-time thing. I mean, I’d rather produce content like that on my own terms.”

“And have you seen the stuff I do?” David asked.

“Not much, unfortunately. I have seen a bunch of photos and a short video clip from Pain 2.0 at Erin’s, but I couldn’t find anything of Project XS anywhere online.”

“Yeah, I like to keep my work in hard copy only. You won’t find much online. I’m surprised you’ve even heard of it. How did you find out?”

“My mistress Fraulein Elsa has a small black folder in her collection that she showed me a while ago.”

“Hmm, I don’t send copies out in folders, but in sets of 10 photos each. I wonder what edition that was.”

“There were more than 10 photos in the folder,” Fleur responded, “maybe two or three sets then, I think.”

“Sounds like that was Pain 2.0. What drew you so much to it?” David wanted to know.

“Just the extremely masochistic nature of it. I remember Erin’s Pain 2.0 video very well because of the super extreme tit torture that went on in it. There was this one video with a topless mistress in a yellow latex dress taking an electrical drill to work on a set of really beautifully bound and clamped tits of a gorgeous redhead. That was awesome and inspiring. But when I saw the photos from SufferClub, that was just next level for me. Seeing the female torture paired with gangbangs and an extreme level of slave girl degradation really made me very fucking wet and jealous.”

“Hahaha, I like the way you’re very direct and upfront.” David enjoyed the energy this girl brought to his house. He had missed that for quite some time.

“Well, I want to be the best at what I do and to do that, I have work with the best,” Fleur said.

“I would like to see what I’d be working with,” David said. He eyed the pretty blonde in front of him. “Erin asked you to bring a digital portfolio, didn’t she?”

Fleur nodded.

“Can I see it?”

Fleur bent down, pulled her iPad from her bag and handed it David after opening her portfolio gallery.

“She told me to mix photos and video clips, so I included a range of stuff from over the years.”

“Over the years?” David wondered. “You said you are, what? Twenty? How many years is that?”

“A few.” She chuckled. “I included two modeling pictures from when I was fifteen. It’s the first, the black and white one with the bikini at the pool. And the color one after that is from the same set.”

“Why include that one? This is supposed to be a very different kind of portfolio?”

“I just wanted to show you what my body looked like before I started collecting scars. Those are the last ones I shot in bikinis where my skin wasn’t marked anywhere yet. I was supposed to shoot more of those a year later, but that never happened due to, um, other activities.”

David looked back and forth between the young woman in front of his desk and the professional shots of a pretty, young and skinny girl posing way too seductively for her age in a skimpy bikini set with a top two sizes too small that made her already considerably sized breasts almost pop out.

“You sure know how to work the camera,” he commented. “You know these shots are way too hot for a fifteen-year-old, right?”

Fleur chuckled. “Even back then I wanted to push the envelope and shock a little.” Then she added: “The non-nudes in there are all from before I turned eighteen.”

David swiped back and forth between the poolside photos a few times, checking out Fleur’s magnificently captured front and back sides before continuing to the third photo.

It was a shot of Fleur on her knees in a crowd of people, her hands and elbows tied tightly behind her back. She was nude except for a dark red garter belt and stockings and black stiletto heels. A guy was fucking her from behind while he pulled her head back by a chain connected to a wide collar around her neck. The position put her magnificent bound tits perfectly on display for whoever shot the photo. Her nipples had long and thick chains hanging from them, kept in place by three thick skewers through each of her areoles. The chains were decorated with dozens of little weights, it seemed.

“Wow,” David exclaimed when he first saw the photo, “this is quite the transition from those first two photos!”

Fleur smiled faux-apologetically and shrugged. “That was in a club that I used to sneak into with a fake ID. They all thought I turned 20 that night, there’s 20 little weights hanging from those chains, 10 on each nipple.

David did actually look closer at the picture and counted all twenty of the little weights. Fleur chuckled.

“You’re quite something, aren’t you?” he asked rhetorically and looked up from the iPad. Fleur stared back at him with a spark in her eye. She didn’t say a thing.

He flipped to the next image on the tablet and found it to be a video.

“No sound?” He asked after he pressed play and the first few seconds of the short video ticked away. He paused the file.

“Sorry about that, the thing must be muted,” Fleur replied. “The next three videos are from my first official commercial session.” David flicked the sound switch on the side of the iPad and restarted the video.

It was the first of three clips from the first session she did for Extreme Dolls, her first paid assignment after Fraulein Elsa took her on as a production slave girl. It wasn’t the first paid video she did, but David didn’t need to know all the details from her past.

Extreme Dolls was an auction website for acquired bdsm tastes: depraved minds with enough money to spare posted their detailed torture fantasies on the marketplace along with a maximum compensation amount and girls brave or crazy enough to undergo the treatments could bid the amount of money they’d take as compensation. The lowest bidder would ‘win’ and a special video production team from Mistress Lisa’s Extreme Toyland would professionally produce the torture show.

The first of Fleur’s two sessions for Extreme Dolls was mild compared to the second one, but quite intense in its own right and certainly no cookie cutter internet bdsm.

David watched as Fleur, who was partly dressed in a latex French maid’s outfit with beautiful and very elaborate makeup and hair, was being suspended by her tied tits. Her slender torso was fully naked with her rib cage on full display as her body arched back while she was lifted up from her kneeling position on the floor. A tall mistress in a black cat suit smacked a wooden paddle down on her breasts, which evoked some grunts from the tied up girl.

The mistress then ran her latex gloved hands over Fleur’s bulging tits and inserted several blue-capped needles through her nipples, creating a circular pattern with the caps before raising the girl a little higher and tugging on something between her pussy lips.

Then the video stopped. The second video showed how the mistress stretched Fleur’s labia with weights and inserted the same kinds of needles into them while adding more weight as time passed. The third showed Fleur near the end of the scene when the mistress repeatedly fired a pellet gun at the girl’s stretched open pussy.
When the third video stopped after a minute, David looked up at Fleur and asked her how she looked back on that session.

“I was so excited and nervous at the time,” she replied, “I wanted to perform well for the camera but quickly learned that there wasn’t much to perform at all. But I do think my makeup and body especially my tits look great in it.”

“Yeah they do,” David confirmed. “All natural, I assume from the needle work?”

Fleur nodded.

“They are quite impressive for your slender frame.”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s see what’s next,” he said as he swiped to another video. He looked at the starting frame before pressing “play”. It showed a top view from the ceiling of a fully naked Fleur on her back on a torture table with her legs spread and pulled up in holders like on a gynecologist’s chair. Her ankles were strapped and her wrists secured to the top of the table. Fleur’s head was hanging off the side of the table and her tits were bound tightly at their base again. There seemed to be two people with her in the frame: a woman on the left hand side and a man on the right.

David asked Fleur to tell him about the clip he was about to watch.

“That next one and the one after that are from my second session for Extreme Dolls. That was about eight weeks later than the first time. You will see that I have many marks on my body. I was doing sessions for Fraulein Elsa too around that time. It didn’t matter for this production that my body had marks and bruises because the client didn’t care about that. He had been waiting a long time to get his script acted out cause no one seemed to want to bid on it. He was so happy when he got the video that he doubled the payment. He said it was hotter than he even imagined when he wrote his fantasy down, so that was cool.”

When David pressed “play”, the video went straight to business. It was another professional multi-camera production which showed Fleur writhing on the table as a very skinny mistress with a bulging belly dressed only in thigh-high black leather stiletto boots and matching gloves that ran up to her upper arms positioned herself over Fleur’s head.
A closeup shot of Fleur’s face showed how the mistress placed her pussy lips right over the spreader gag in the girl’s mouth and pressing down. Another camera change showed the man at the other end of the table placing the tip of his massive erect cock against Fleur’s asshole and pushing forward.

The camera came back to the top view, showing how the man started fucking Fleur’s ass while the woman switched on a culinary torch in her left hand and picked up a metal pin with her other hand. Then a closeup view showed the burning torch and panned down over Fleur’s torso to the supply tray that the mistress used for her sharps. Fleur’s upper body was strapped tightly against the table with two tight leather belts under and above her tits, making sure she wouldn’t move an inch while undergoing whatever sick treatment was in store for her.

Fleur’s partially bruised tits were already tied into balls at their base by circular metal pipe clamps that were tightened as much as they possibly could be. Adding more pressure to the girl’s skin were castration bands that compressed the skin of her areoles into little orbs of about an inch in diameter on top of her bulging tits. When the camera slowly panned right, it showed every detail of her tautly stretched skin before reaching the metal supply tray which held three dozen metal pins, ranging in thickness from your regular leather sewing needle to thick meat skewers. All of them featured an O-ring at the opposite end of their sharp side. They were neatly organized by thickness and length from left to right and there seemed to be 9 sets of 4 identical pins, ranging from three inches for the shortest to almost 12 inches for the longest of the bunch.

The camera followed the mistress’s gloved right hand as she picked up the leftmost pin, placed her extra insulated index finger through its O-ring and moved its sharp end into the bright blue flame of her little torch.

Moving the flame back and forth around the tip of the pin, the mistress waited for the metal to glow bright orange before moving it down and swiftly pushing it all the way through Fleur’s left areole.

Fleur’s muffled scream turned into a gurgle and the next camera shot showed why: the mistress started emptying her bladder into her slave girl’s mouth as soon as she started decorating her tits with the heated pins. Two more pins followed quickly, one through Fleur’s other areole and then a second one through the left again, creating a cross pattern with the first pin. Then the video stopped.

David was impressed. He’d seen enough already to know Fleur was the real deal, but he was curious to find what else she had selected to be part of her portfolio. Plus, she was simply delightful and exciting to watch, so he flipped on to the second video of this session in the portfolio gallery.

“That was just foreplay, right?” he asked as his eye glanced over the still image of the next video, which showed another top view of Fleur in the same position on the table, only with the man and woman in exchanged positions.

“You could say that...” Fleur replied with a smile while he pressed the “play” button.

The video actually picked up with the man and woman still in the same position as the first video. It was obvious, though, that time had passed since the end of the first clip, because Fleur’s tits were decorated with a lot more pins. The man was still fucking her ass, and the mistress was still wielding her torch, with only two thick meat skewers left on her tray. Her belly looked a lot less distended than before.

The camera zoomed in on the pain slave’s tits to show how the mistress had symmetrically shoved 34 metal pins through or into Fleur’s tits. The smaller ones went into the orbs of her areoles and she used thicker pins as she moved down into the meat of Fleur’s breasts, but she had pushed the last thick ones through the areoles again.

The last two pins that were already used skewered both nipples. Their length of almost 12 inches allowed the mistress to pierce them through one nipple and press it all the way through to pierce the other nipple as well with the metal rod connecting the slave girl’s tits.

The final two pins on the tray were inserted slightly differently though. The mistress placed them one after the other sharp side down straight in the middle of Fleur’s nipple and let the flames from the torch lick them as she steadily pressed them down deeper and deeper into the tit meat.

When she was done, about half the length of the pins stuck straight up out of Fleur’s nipples, the other half skewered her tit meat almost to her rib cage.
The video skipped a little and showed the mistress now wielding different instruments of torture. Still standing over Fleur’s face with her still dripping pussy over her slave girl’s face, she held not just one, but two soldering irons, one in each hand.

David watched closely as the mistress concisely and systematically tortured Fleur’s grotesquely abused tits even more. She pressed the hot tips of the irons against the skin that was still exposed between the dozens of skewers, slowly moving from the girl’s rib cage up her tits to the tips of her nipples, dotting the skin with small burns. She alternated her touches between left and right at the start, but as she moved up to the nipples, she slowly synced up so she could burn the left and right areoles and nipples simultaneously.

It was incredibly hot, no pun intended, to see Fleur’s immobilized body strain against her bonds as she underwent the excruciating torture of her beautiful tits while the male in the video tried to keep up his anal fucking. David paused the video when it cross faded to a new side view with the mistress and man in switched places.

“Wow, this is quite remarkable. And there’s still a minute to go. Will I like where it goes next? Who’s the guy anyway? He had his work cut out for him here with you squirming like that.”

“That’s my boyfriend, actually,” Fleur said quite matter-of-factly.

“Really?!” David exclaimed.

“Yeah!” Fleur laughed. “He fit the cock size requirements, so we thought it’d be fun to do together and it was.”

David pressed the “play” button again and resumed the video, which continued with a closeup of Fleur’s boyfriend positioning his hard cock against the opening of her throat in the back of her mouth, which was still kept open wide with the spreader gag.

He slowly started throat fucking Fleur and after a few seconds the video switched from his cock disappearing inch by inch into her throat to a view of the mistress who finished inserting two speculums, one opening Fleur’s pussy and one opening her freshly pounded asshole. The one opening her dripping wet cunt actually had a long beak that was inserted into her, the one on her ass merely consisted of small hooks that fell behind her sphincter to keep it stretched open and four short metal pins to stretch the first two inches of her colon wide.

David watched in awe as the session was kicked to even more depraved highs when the mistress started producing short blue capped needles. They were about half an inch in length and the first ten of them went straight into Fleur’s sphincter to create a blue ring around her asshole. Then she pierced another dozen or so through Fleur’s bruised labia before finally pushing three of the same pins straight through her clit.

David noted how magnificently this was filmed, with so much detail in the closeups of the girl’s asshole and clitoris as the needles slid into the tissue. Those last pins didn’t go through the hood. They went straight through the bundle of nerves itself.

But that wasn’t all. As soon as the pins were in place, the mistress continued her work with two soldering irons in her hands.

There was no teasing, no slow buildup to what was inevitable at this point, it just happened straightaway and raw: the hot tips of the torture tools seared and burned the insides of Fleur’s ass and pussy simultaneously. David enjoyed the extreme entertainment immensely. The mistress slowly dotted the girl’s exposed insides with a line of multiple circular burns from the soldering irons, taking her time and working her way deeper inside until about ten marks were made with each of the hot tools.

All the while, the man in the video kept his cock pressed deep all the way down Fleur’s throat and played with the pins in her tits, hooking his finger behind the two long skewers that went through both her nipples, pulling them up, stretching the meat and skin of her areoles up and out.

After a minute or so, he started a fucking motion again with his cock, giving the girl short chances to cough and catch some air if she was lucky, all the while he was pulling the pins out one by one and he discarded them on Fleur’s abdomen. He didn’t just pull them out straight by their rings, but took his time playing with them by twisting them around and stretching Fleur’s pierced skin with them.

The camera shots switched between views of the mistress, the man and a top down view of the whole scene until the video suddenly stopped right after Fleur’s colon received its tenth burn mark.

“What? Why did it stop? Is that the end?” David exclaimed. He was genuinely surprised.

“I’m so sorry!” Fleur exclaimed. “I cut the end off because I thought it was too long already for a portfolio. I can send you the full video later if you want?”

“That would be wonderful,” David replied. He was very much looking forward to watching the footage again and didn’t turn down the offer to receive the whole session. “Please don’t spoil the ending and don’t tell me if they did or did not fry your clit,” he chuckled.

“I won’t,” Fleur laughed.

“So, that was interesting...” David paused for a second and Fleur watched as he sought his next words. “You are very beautiful to watch; you probably know that already. You have something special... exceptional... exciting and... dangerous. What I mean to say is: seeing you on these images and videos inspires me to take my work to the next level of depravity.”

“Ooh, that sounds exciting,” Fleur responded with a spark in her eye. “I’m flattered.”

David looked serious. His expression changed. “Can I ask you a very personal question?”

“Yes, of course,” Fleur replied. “Anything at all.”

“Tell me honestly,” David wanted to know, “where does it end what you do?”

“What do you mean exactly?”

“You seem to be pushing more into the extreme with every project you do. Is there a limit to what you’ll perform?”

“Yes of course I have my limits, I don’t want to die. Or lose a limb or perform with kids. But yeah, you know, it’s like a drug. I need to up the dosage after every so many times I play to keep up the adrenaline and excitement. More pain, more pins, more blood, more scars, bigger insertions, I’m addicted to pushing my limits all the time and like I said, I want to be the best at what I do, which is extremely masochistic degrade-tainment. And that’s why I want to work with people like you and Erin to produce unique content. When I saw that skinny redhead from the SufferClub stuff, I wanted to be her and, you know, be even sluttier than her.”

“Yeah, our Mathilde is quite spectacular indeed. I shot another scene with her last month. We only shot still images that I’m developing on film this week. Remind me later to show you some of those.”

Fleur nodded before she continued the sales pitch segment of this job interview.

“So, basically what I want is to create exciting extreme content for my web site which will be at www.painkitten.com and www.whatmakesthiskittenpurrr.com. I had this idea to recruit others to perform for the site as well to get more diverse content, but my boyfriend thinks I alone have enough star power to get people to sign up.”

“I agree with him,” David responded. “And you’ll be surprised how many people subscribe to extreme content sites these days. It seems like they, too, have become desensitized by regular porn and all this lame-ass acting they put out as bdsm these days. But the problem you have to take into account is piracy; whatever you sell, gets illegally spread tenfold.”

“I really hope the site picks up. I’ll have to produce sessions on a more regular basis than I have been and their content will be more extreme and take more of a toll on my body. I won’t be able to continue my escorting jobs anymore, which saddens me a little.”

“You’re an escort?”

“I’m available for exclusive sessions as an extreme slave girl at Fraulein Elsa’s club and at Lisa’s Extreme Toyland. It’s not a day job, cause the kind of depraved bookings I’m selected for are super expensive and thus few and far between, but I do have a handful of regulars at both places. I’m kind of sad that I’ll have to let that go.”

“I understand, but focus on what you’ll be getting in return.”

“Very true.”

David tapped the edge of the iPad that Fleur had given him. He was not done with her portfolio yet.

“Now there’s two more images here in your portfolio and I want to view them both. Tell me what I’m going to see next.”

“So, the next one is from a blood play session Fraulein Elsa did with me and my boyfriend for one of her own pleasure series. And after that is a short clip from my session with LTT.”

David swiped to the next picture, which showed Fleur suspended upside down just above the floor, her tits again tied tightly and her areoles again compressed into orbs with her nipples standing out. In front of her was a man on his knees with his impressive cock placed between her tied tits. Two fairly thick foot-long skewers ran straight through the middle of not only both her bound breasts, but they passed through his cock head in between as well.

Fraulein Elsa had managed to push two skewers first through Fleur's bound right breast, then through his glans and then through her left breast as well, having the stainless steel rods stick out on both sides. This whole setup had produced a considerable amount of blood, most of which had sprayed or dropped onto Fleur's tits, neck and down her chin and face.
David looked to the top of the picture and saw several streams of blood from Fleur’s crotch where it seemed like some kind of long clamps pressed her labia together and Fraulein Elsa had sealed her pussy shut by shoving half a dozen shorter skewers through the pussy lips. The streams of blood ran over her perfectly toned abdomen down to her tits where they dissolved into a big splash of blood.

The Mistress had decorated the guy’s pinned-down cock head as if it was a pincushion by inserting about a dozen heavy gauge needles into it. Needless to say, it had created a big mess and Fleur's tits were covered in his and her own blood and plenty of it ran down her neck and onto her face and into her hair.

“Just... wow. You and your boyfriend again?” David asked.

Fleur nodded again. “I’m so proud of this one.”

“I can imagine. It’s magnificent!”

David studied the photo for a minute more, taking in all the details, focusing on Fleur’s perfect body. There was no way he was going to say ‘no’ to working with her.

When the final video played, it showed the view from a camera circling Fleur’s body after the last part of her session for LiveTabooTorture. David watched wide-eyed from start to finish.
The girl was strapped to an operating table in a vintage hospital, her body totally and utterly abused from her immobilized head to her knees. There was virtually no stretch of skin that hadn’t been reddened, marked, bruised, pierced or covered with blood. Her long tongue, pierced with almost as many needles as it could accommodate, stretched out of her mouth. Her purple tits totally deformed with bar clamps, stretched with sutures through her nipples and pierced with skewers, drilled with screws, sliced open and sutured back up like a roulade. Her toned abdomen was covered in pools and smears of blood, which ran down to her tortured pussy and ass. Her outer labia still stretched to the sides with fish hooks and elastic bands, her clamped and pierced clitoris stretched up and away by another band. A giant metal torture dildo was sticking out of her pussy, its wide shaft buried deep inside her, grating her cervix and vaginal wall. Her heavily abused ass bruised and her sphincter bleeding profusely.

“Wow... just wow!” he exclaimed when the last video ended. “That didn’t look like someone could survive that.”

“I passed out from the pain multiple times,” Fleur admitted. “But what you saw is all real and was performed by a very skilled sadist who is also a professional surgeon.”

“I’m surprised you can even speak after what happened to your tongue.”

“I couldn’t talk properly for weeks, nor eat regularly for that matter. I was put on an intravenous drip feed and lost about 15 pounds actually. That’s why you’ll find me maybe a little skinnier than in that video when you inspect my body.”

“Don’t worry, skinny is good,” David responded.

“My tits shrunk a little I think, but I’ve been eating specific stuff to get them back into shape.”

“Does that work? I mean just for your tits?”

“I don’t know. I guess if you believe it does,” Fleur laughed. “All I know is that they feel fuller again to me.”

“Well, let’s see them then. You’ve certainly convinced me with your outstanding portfolio. I would love to examine what exactly I would be working with. Is it okay if I touch, measure and photograph you for my records? Or maybe fit a few things?” He opened one of the drawers of his desk and picked up a white robe, which he held out to Fleur.

“Of course. You can do whatever you want with me," she said. "It would be an honor if you’d fit me with any of your creations. That’s what I’m here for,” the young woman giggled as she accepted the robe. “I am glad you liked my portfolio.”

“Well good, then please strip. You can put the robe on and leave your clothes on your chair and follow me to my workshop.”
David sat back in his chair and watched closely as Fleur got up and quickly removed her clothes, revealing more marks, bruises, scabs and scars with every piece of clothing she removed. Within a minute she stood fully naked in front of his desk.

“Stand for a second and lift your arms above your head,” he commanded her. She raised her hands and gave him a magnificent view of her slender frame, toned legs and full breasts.

David was certain she had the best body he had ever seen on a woman. Tight, slender and toned, it was all in perfect proportions with her tiny waist and relatively narrow hips and elongated torso. And of course, her big breasts and toned ass and thighs. This girl had kept a perfectly maintained body shape from her teenage modeling days through diet and exercise.

“Very nice,” he said. “Grab that robe and follow me.”