One day, I was cleaned up and led to another part of the house that was set up as a make shift studio and spent hours posing for two different photographers who cooed endlessly about how pretty I was and who congratulated my owner on finding such a gem. After that, these photo sessions took place several times a week, and in between times, the usual daily visitors to my room in the basement. Occasionally my caller would be one of several different women who became regulars. This should have been a relief. However, these were adult women willing pay to have their way with a young boy they knew was being held as a s*x slave. They were no less twisted than their male counter parts, and tended toward sadism.
On another day, not long after that, I was taken to the studio to discover that the s
