Bondage With Britney Spears

What an assignment! My editor pulled me aside this
morning at about 11 o clock and told me that I would be
the photographer on the Britney Spears photo shoot. I
don’t think it needs repeating that to have a camera and
the power to put Britney Spears into any position I
wanted to was a major buzz, and I was counting the hours
till we were due to arrive on set.

I was assigned with our chief interviewer, Kathy Swinton,
who was going to be quizzing her about her latest album.
Kathy was a complete bitch who when sent on celebrity
jobs like this turned into even more of a dragon.

“Now remember Rob, I’ll be calling the shots here,” she
reminded me as I drove towards the site. “Whatever
Britney wants she gets, do you understand? I don’t want
any of your arty student suggestions regarding pose, make
up or dress. You got that?”

What could I say? My mental images of Britney in the
schoolgirls costume would have to suffice for the time
being then.

As usual I was left to carry every last bit of equipment
from the car (heaven forbid that the star reporters nails
should be in anyway damaged!) and we were led through a
vast series of doors and corridors by a group of three
particularly large and burly security guards. I’d always
thought those security guards at concerts had the best
job of all, paid to hold back thousands of screaming
teenage girls.

Is it just me or does anyone else wonder what happens to
those girls when they pass out and are taken out the
back? Supposedly to an ambulance or resuscitation unit. I
wouldn’t mind betting that security slip their dicks out
and take them before they regain consciousness.

Britney was an absolute goddess. As me and Kathy entered
the room, she approached us, all smiles wearing a white
cotton crop top, black leather mini skirt and red leather
boots with heels that could cut slices in lead. To my
amazement and indeed complete arousal she made a beeline
for me and shook my hand, running her long slender
fingers along my wrist and completely ignoring Kathy.

“So, you’re the one that’s going to be interrogating me
today then” she purred.

“No actually I’m just the photographer”

“No way. Much too handsome to be a snapper. Well, I look
forward to your input in the photos because I’m looking
to do something a bit more diverse today, something
interesting, something varied.” She paused, smiled then
continued “Something exciting.”

With that she turned to Kathy, shook her hand and the
interview began.

As it was my first time at the interview of such a
massive celebrity, I was impressed with the speed and
professionalism that things took place. Agents, reporters
and make up artists bustled about Britney and attended
her every need without request. Britney looked totally in
control of the situation, so sexy and so powerful.

As she reclined on the black leather sofa, she looked
like she could have any man in the world. As if all she
had to do was click her fingers and one of her attendants
would bring her a selection of men to choose from.
Imagine it, six men brought naked into the room, Britney
patrolling up and down in front of them, carefully
selecting her ‘victim’, marking his chest with red
lipstick in a cross if she didn’t like him and then
dragging the last man standing out the back and onto her
bed for a good seeing to. Then, whenever she was fully
satisfied, she could kick him out of bed and the process
would be repeated the following day until Britney had
sampled enough cum to make her eyes turn white.

Of course, this wasn’t going to happen. At least for the
foreseeable future, as she was obviously engaged to be
married to Justin Timberlake. Or was she. Recent press
speculation was rife that Britney had dumped him and
naturally I had my own thoughts on the subject. Perhaps
he’d gotten tired of waiting for the tight little virgin
to open her cunt and let him in. Perhaps he’d been
fooling around with Shakira. By a tremendous stroke of
luck, the only person bravest enough to ask those sorts
of questions was interviewing her right this minute and
nothing was too personal for her.

“So Britney can you tell us the latest on your allegedly
faltering relationship with Justin Timberlake?”

“Yeah sure” Britney replied, “I chucked him”

“Why was that? Pressures of work perhaps? You’ve drifted
apart?”

“No not at all. He was just shit in bed.”

You could have heard a pin drop. Two confessions in one
sentence. Britney not a virgin?! Justin Timberlake shit
in bed?! Even Kathy was lost for words.

“Oh I.. well” stumbled Kathy

“There’s no need to be embarrassed” comforted Britney “I
lost my virginity ages ago. We’ve been having sex for
about six months but he just wasn’t up to it. So there
you have it fellas…” she said grabbing the microphone
“I’m looking for a man who satisfy me night and day.
Someone whose cock doesn’t resemble a wiener.”

“Wow. This is quite a scoop.” Kathy was gushing

“Honestly the little faggot was useless. We tried
everything. Role play, toys, doing it outdoors, nothing.”

“But what happened to you. You used to be so chaste?”
Kathy asked

“I got bored. And I am bored. Lets quit the interview. I
want cute camera guy to take my photo”

At this point she approached me and draped her right arm
around my waist and put her hand on my ass. I was
stunned, breathless and unable to take my eyes from her
magnificently tanned thighs.

“So what did you have in mind?” I asked, trying to be
casual.

“Well I’m going against my agents advice and trying to
sex things up a bit. My agent says if I’m too raunchy
I’ll drive away the kids market. But fuck them, I want
men coming after me, like Madonna did. Did you ever see
her in Body of Evidence? How much do I want to be her in
that film!” she laughed.

I’d seen Body of Evidence. I’d wanked myself blind over
Body of Evidence.

“So basically I’m looking at a few revealing outfits and
provocative poses and situations. You think you can show
me what to do?”

I’d noticed Kathy looking at me with dagger eyes,
seething with me for hijacking her interview. I didn’t
care. My mind was alive. Imagine it, every fantasy you’ve
ever had about Britney Spears. You the reader, imagine
it. Write it down and imagine it. That’s the closest
you’ll get. I got her to act mine out.

First we went to the costume department. Britney at this
point started to disrobe into her bra and panties as
there was going to be a lot of costume changing and
privacy on set is at a premium. I was surprised. For
someone so famous for prudishness she was extremely
comfortable with her body and nudity in the presence of
strangers.

“I think we’ll start off with that schoolgirls outfit” I
said.

“Yeah but I’ve worn that before in.” Britney started to
reply.

“Yeah but this time, the skirt will be shorter and the
shirt will be open, no bra just cleavage and we’ll tie
your hands together with the school tie.”

She looked thrilled and got changed eagerly. We put her
in a pose against the backdrop of a school desk. I told
her to open her legs as far as she could and wrap them
around the back of the chair. I had the pleasure of tying
her wrists together and as I looked down she stared
deeply at me.

“You’ve obviously done this before.” She whispered
“Perhaps I should have suggested this to Justin.”

I tried to laugh it off but as I walked back to my
camera, I wiped the sweat from my brow.

“Okay Britney purse your lips and look tortured for me
yeah?”

After two hours of non-stop costume changes and
rehearsals and make up, our session time was up and lunch
was called. Kathy came striding up to me.

“Well thank you,” she said spitefully.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“You. Making me look small and pathetic just to further
your own, paparazzi career. Give me the keys I’m going
back to the office.”

Sensing her evident hurt and keen to avoid conflict I
gave her the keys and began tidying up.

“I’ll just get the gear together and I’ll join you.”

Kathy left the room and I began packing. Britney walked
through the door that Kathy had just left and smiled at
me.

“You weren’t going without saying goodbye were you?”

“No but she’s in a bit of a mood so I’d better be off.
Can’t upset the boss and all that.”

“Oh well, nice meeting you gorgeous” said Britney and she
kissed me on the cheek. I blushed and felt my dick firm
up against my trousers.

On leaving the set I couldn’t believe my eyes. Kathy had
driven off, back to the office and left me behind with
all the equipment.

“The sulking spiteful bitch!” I shouted, throwing my bag
to the floor. “Well, if she thinks I’m walking all this
stuff back she’s got another thing coming!”.

At a loose end and aware of the fact that there was a
massive lunch going on with the worlds sexiest woman I
decided to chance my arm and went back into the studio.
To my astonishment, Britney was sitting on her own
smoking a cigarette. She had changed back into the crop
top and a pair of denim hipsters that barely concealed
the top of her pussy. Through the crop top her nipples
had began showing as the big open studio had gotten quite
cold. She looked red hot.

“I never knew you smoked?”

She smiled when she saw me.

“There are a whole lot of things you don’t know about
me.” Her tone was sterner now. “I don’t give everything
away in those pussy ass interviews to those lame ass
journalists.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come back.”

“No wait.” She said, grabbing my arm. “Why did you come
back?”

“Kathy decided she’d drive back without me.”

Britney laughed.

“It’s not funny,” I said, half laughing myself.

“So you’re trapped in here with little old me, are you?”

“I can think of worst places to be stuck,” I replied.

“Ooh that sounds like a come on to me,” said Britney. I
was flushed with embarrassment.

“Miss Spears, sorry I didn’t mean to sound like I was…”

“Hey less of the Miss Spears. I’m Britney. Hey wait. I
don’t even know your name yet.”

“I’m Robert, well Rob.”

“You don’t sound too sure.”

“I prefer Robert but Kathy prefers Rob.”

“Oh” said Britney coolly and backed away from me. “So
she’s your boss in the relationship as well as at work.”

I laughed out loud.

“What! What me and her! You’ve got to be kidding.”

I sat down on the sofa, next to Britney. This was weird.
A young student from London, sitting on a sofa talking
relationships to Britney Spears.

“So you’re not in a relationship at the moment then?” she
asked, a smile coming on to her face.

“No, too much hassle.”

“Amen to that.” She said, putting her cigarette out and
looking back at me. “Fuck around that’s what I say. Get
as much sex as you can and I don’t mean one-night stands
I mean every nightstand’s. Get it hard get it fast.” She
said, breathing heavily and lost in her own words.

“Fancy a bite to eat?” I suggested.

“Fancy a bite of me?” she replied, and crawled across me
on the sofa, wrapping her legs around me and holding my
head in my hands. She kissed me and our tongues collided
as I tore at her clothes, biting her neck in an attempt
to leave my mark. What would the papers say when they saw
the biggest hickey this side on the Atlantic on the neck
of America’s golden girl.

She undid the buttons on my shirt and kissed my chest,
yelping as I dug my teeth into her shoulders. I suddenly
became extremely aware of the fact we were making out in
a very public place. I tried to force her off.

“What’s the matter! Not good enough for you or
something!” Britney gasped.

“No it’s not that but what if someone sees us?”

“Fuck them, I want them to see us. I want people to see
me fuck the life out of a perfect stranger, but if you
can’t handle me and you can’t handle being that perfect
strangers well then fuck you too!” She pushed me chest
hard and jumped off, storming back to her dressing room.

“Oh no you don’t!” I shouted and leapt after her,
grabbing her by the top of her hipsters and pulling them
down with a loud ripping noise. She fell to the floor and
I got on top of her. I tore my shirt off and she kicked
her denim hipsters away. She was wearing see through
black panties and her juices were already seeping through
leaving a sweet damp feeling on my fingers. I hitched her
legs up in the air and pressed my hardness against her
ass, feeling the tightness of it and my insatiable hands
worked up to her crop top. I grabbed the neck of it and
tore that off too, leaving her in her black lingerie,
writhing on the floor under my weight. I plunged my lips
onto her again and worked my way down to lick and bite
her heaving breasts that were crying out to be grabbed
and forced into my face.

“Yeah you like that Britney yeah! Come on feel that, you
wanted a man to satisfy you? I’m gonna fuck you
senseless, my cock so fast and hard against your clit
that you’ll be so sore yet crying out for more! You want
that don’t you? You want it up the ass too don’t you? I’m
going to bend you over and make you scream!”

“Please, do it!” Britney gasped unbuttoning my trousers
so that my throbbing hard cock came rushing out. I put my
fingers into her mouth to stop the little bitch making so
much noise and she sucked off her own juices.

“Oh ah!!” she gasped, “I never knew my cunt tasted so
good.”

I forced my self down on her again. This time she took
control of the situation and ran her long red nails
across my back, causing blood to gush out. I rolled over
in agony and she rolled on top of me, only briefly,
kissing me to subdue me perhaps and then running off
again, leaving me wriggling on the floor in my boxers and
ogling her ass from the ground, struggling to get up,
such was the pain I was in.

She’d gone to her dressing room and was lying on a big
double bed. She sat up as I came in and sat on the side
of the bed. She leant across me and we kissed again. I
got on top of her and she began to take my pants off. At
last I was naked and in bed with Britney Spears. She
straddled me and took her bra off, leaving it draped
across my face. God I was so hard and horny. All I wanted
to do was ram it inside her. I needed to do it. I was
desperate, aching to do. Her tits were so beautifully
formed and full that I could have played with her erect
pink nipples all night. I sat up and kissed her again,
running my tongue down her neck and into her bosom where
I began biting her nipples, hard, getting the very tip
between my teeth and clamping down with all the strength
I could muster.

She groaned and shuddered with delight.

“Keep working it Rob! My god you’re making me so damn
hot.”

She looked down at me and pushed my chest back down began
to do the same to me. It hurt me a whole lot more than it
hurt her. And she didn’t just stop at my nipples. She bit
every spare bit of flesh that she could find, licking her
way all the way down to my cock that was beginning to
juice against her already saturated minge.

Raking her nails through my pubic hair, she set to work,
taking the whole of my prick into her mouth, working it
into her cheeks and drawing the skin back so that she
could stick her tongue into my japs eye. I bucked when
she did this, forcing my dick further into her mouth, a
trick that only pleasured me further. She tempered that
by biting the base of my dick and I screamed in pain.

“Agrh! Please no please get off!” I said, trying to get
her head away. The pain was too much. She looked up and I
could see the whole of her smile. She was laughing
sadistically, whilst causing me to writhe in distress.
She clambered back up my body still in her panties.

“Yeah!” Britney said “You like that Rob?”

She took my arms and held them above my head.

“What are you doing?” I whimpered.

“Shh. It’s a surprise. Wanna play a game?”

My mind was spinning with possibilities.

“It’s a game of trust,” said Britney, “I’m going to tie
you up Rob.”

I wasn’t about to struggle. I held my hands against the
headboard and awaited my surprise. From beneath the
pillow, she pulled out the same school tie as the one we
had used in the shoot. She draped it across her breasts
and put her finger in her mouth, sucking the end of it.
Her hands questioned and my eyes answered. She took my
wrists and bound them tightly together before securing
them to the bedpost.

“You’ve obviously done this before” I whispered, a
feeling of deja-vu running over both of us.

She sat, her long legs either side of my waist savoring
my tethered helplessness. I lay there, in delirium, in
delicious bondage with Britney. She leant down and kissed
me hard and began biting me again. I writhed slowly,
caught in the conflict of that orgasmic moment between
pleasure and pain, between torture and satisfaction.

Our naked skin, rubbing against each other whilst our
clammy hands were at total opposites. Mine, held tightly
together by her bonds and hers running over every inch of
my body, occasionally twisting and pinching my nipples,
which she had clearly identified as my weak spot. Her
fingers entered my mouth and I sucked them eagerly just
trying to get the slightest taste of her cunt which was
begging to be held open and searched with a hungry
tongue. She sat back and took her panties off and tossed
them to the floor.

“Oh Rob! I want you so bad. And you want me too don’t
you? Are you man enough to satisfy me?”

My mouth failed me and I lay there speechless.

“I command you to answer me!” Britney demanded.

We understood each other immediately.

“Yes Miss Spears I want you so badly just give me some
relief. Suck my cock please. I’m begging you. I need you
to make me cum.”

“A little patience and a little test first I feel”
replied Britney, standing up and walking away.

“Oh God what now!” I thought, tugging at my restraint
with my eyes and dick desperately leering after Britney’s
naked body, slowly walking across the room. She went into
the wardrobe and came out with a wicked looking riding
crop, which she waved through the air and licked the tip
off. She closed the cupboard door and approached the side
of the bed slowly, yet purposefully.

Imagine it. You the reader. Imagine having Britney Spears
walk naked towards you naked body waving a whip in your
general direction.

“Let’s see if your man enough to take this before you can
handle me.”

She raised the crop high into the air and I closed my
eyes wincing at the pain and punishment I was about to
receive at the hands of Miss Spears. Then there was
nothing. My taut body, pulling desperately at its bonds
felt no pain. Nothing. I opened my eyes to see her
grinning as she had stopped an inch away from my penis.

“Look at the power I have over you.” She declared and let
the crop touch my balls, a move that made my cock flinch
and grow ever harder. Just as I breathed a sigh of
relief.

SLAP!

The first blow of the crop came down across my chest,
leaving a red mark to go with the bloodstains on my back
and the come stains on the crisp white sheets. Then.

SLAP!

Another blow across the top of my thighs, too close to my
dick for comfort and I gasped and began panting with some
volume, knowing full well that any protest I made would
result in me not getting to enter Britney Spears. A new
mental resolve entered my sleazy little mind and I waged
my own war on the punishment she was dishing out. I must
pass this test I kept saying to myself.

SLAP!

Another crack of the whip, this time just across the
soles of my feet. Then.

SLAP!

Another blow, this time back on to my chest, already raw
from the first caning. This was swiftly followed by a
whipping of my six-pack.

So far, I’d only counted five blows. Surely she would
give me six of the best.

Her teasing at the beginning became a reality as she
delivered the final slap onto my erection so hard that it
followed through and kissed my balls.

I let out a scream so loud that the crew must have heard
it. I wriggled back and forth, unable to move, my
struggle only making the knot tighter.

She looked at me, expressionless.

“I’m going to fuck you to death. Any last requests?”

“Yes I’d like to go quietly,” I replied.

“Fat chance!”

She threw the whip to one side and straddled me, my penis
finally entering her wet pussy. I was covered in sweat
from top to toe, as was she and our sticky bodies came
together in a cascade of come and juice as she rode me
hard and fast, as she’d promised. She wrapped her arms
around my head and forced her tits into me, her ass
bouncing harder and harder, up and down, gyrating from
side to side and grinding our hips together.

Every movement was a turn on, and I was sent into spasm
as thick waves of come came pouring from my loins and
into her cunt, spilling as wet as the sweat in her hair
that was in draggles draping along her shoulders and down
onto the top of her succulent nipples.

“Agrh.I want it harder Rob! Give me more! That’s it baby
fuck it boy every way you can! Oh ah!”

“Do me more Britney! Move it bitch! Every way! Yeah! Oh
please! Oh fuck! That’s it! Agrh!”

On and on she went, utterly insatiable, resting her hands
on my chest she continued to pump until I was dry. Still
it didn’t stop her as she had orgasm after orgasm, waving
after wave of come jetting out and matting our pubes
together. I couldn’t take anymore. I had to break free of
my bonds I just had to.

I pulled harder, finally seeing some progress as the knot
slipped. But she saw it too, laughed at my futile
attempts to escape her capture and tied another knot in
the tie, leaving me just as if not more helplessly bound
than ever before. Another wave came over me, my dick got
harder and I vowed to pass another test. My dick got the
message and shot as much spunk into her snatch as I could
muster, sticking to the walls of her vagina, just waiting
to be licked out.

In a final orgasmic combustion of juices and screams, she
humped me for the last time and fell on top of me, our
two sticky, naked body, clamming together in exhaustion.
She looked up at me and pulled the hair away from her
deep blue eyes and wiped the sweat off of my brow.

She stroked my face tenderly and smiled warmly, as she
untied my shattered and bruised wrists, and I brought my
aching joints forward to hold her in my arms and finish
off that hickey that I’d started. We kissed and she
reached around me to sooth the soreness of my back. The
she reached over to the headrest and pulled the school
tie off, tying it round my neck in the proper knot.

“Here,” she whispered. “As a souvenir.”

We laughed together and kissed for the final time,
knowing that our session time was up. I walked out of the
room naked, apart from my tie, collecting my clothes. I
laughed to myself as I walked out of the door.

“What a story!” I thought.

As I the door shut I saw Kathy waiting for me.

“Where the hell have you been?!” she cried “And why are
you naked?”

I paused, looked down and approached her.

“Keys,” I said.

“What?”

“Keys,” I repeated. She gave me the keys looking
absolutely baffled.

“I’ve just had the sex of my life in there. I just got
fucked by Britney Spears. Imagine that. What a story for
your readers. Perhaps an interview might be appropriate”

With that, I jumped into the car and left Kathy to pick
up the exclusive. Headline: Britney Spears finally
satisfied.

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