Seduced by the Fashion Billionaire – A Young Model Breaks Her Taboos

Life as a model is not nearly as glamorous as everyone imagines. Young Vicky experiences this every day on her own beautiful body and, in need of money, accepts a job that takes her into the disreputable corners of the fashion world.

But as prejudiced as this underground may be, she found it to be just as stylish when she met the owner of the business. It was the attractive, young and well-groomed billionaire Enrico Verratti, who knew how to make people look their best without a lot of clothes. Guided by his hand, Vicky also discovered her bawdy side that day and immediately used it to please her potential client.

But his aura also had an effect on the young model and before she knew it, it was about more than just business. In the end, she found herself a submissive toy who wanted nothing more than to be used by him.

Extract

He gently took my hand and led me to a corner where there was an oval, free-standing mirror slightly larger than I was.

“Look at yourself,” was all he said to me.

Then he stepped into the background and left me alone with my reflection. The rococo frame of the mirror enclosed my image like the frame of an expensive painting. It contained a full-length portrait of me.

I hardly recognized myself.

The person looking back at me was a mysterious, seductive stranger whose naked body made up most of the image without looking cheap.

The mask brought my ice-blue eyes into focus and accentuated my red-painted lips. The collar had a ring attached to the front that hung loosely from the eyelet. I knew what it meant and, surprisingly, I even liked seeing it on me. The lace gloves that reached above my elbows gave the whole thing something noble and the high heels of the Louboutins made me stand up straigt and pushed my chest out.

Despite being scantily clad, I couldn’t remember ever feeling so attractive.

He had been right when he said that a woman’s body is a masterpiece. Together with the right accessories, nakedness was more sensual than being covered up by the most expensive lingerie. Concealment was arousing, but when used tactically, exposure could also stimulate the imagination. And he knew exactly how to show it off – after all, he hadn’t become wealthy for nothing.

I looked like a powerful seductress who had wielded all her allure.

“I would like to go one step further,” I heard his voice after he had given me enough time to admire myself.