Ever since walking into BabySlut Studio with my ten-year-old daughter Ally in hand, I couldn't shake off the guilt that came over me at the thought of what was going to happen.

This was going to be her first ever modelling experience. But not just any modelling experience either. BabySlut Stdio specialized in erotic child modelling and sexual fetishes involving little girls. Their preferred models were girl-children of exceptional beauty and sex appeal with perfect little gymnast bodies, able to bend and stretch to unimaginable and often obscene positions at the single request of the photographer.

People working at BabySlut Studio were all professionals with years of experience in erotic child modelling. After signing the contract and introducing us to the photographer and his staff, we began with giving Ally a hot bath and pampering, preparing her by rubbing lotion into her silky soft skin, applying makeup, doing her hair. We listened to the photographer explain his ideas for the upcoming shoot while people around the studio busied themselves with setting up lights and props. This being Ally's first ever photo shoot they were going to start slow. Tonight's project is a layout for a line of children's erotic evening wear.

I changed my daughter into the outfit in private; she's modest and still unfamiliar with people and things that were expected from her. Tonight she's wearing a calve-length DKNY black see-through dress that buttons in the front, accented with a beige belt. The extra-high suede high heels match the belt and will arch her small feet to extreme, showing her calves wonderfully. I was aware that making Ally look sexually seductive helps make a better photo so underneath the dress I make her wear a tiny beige fishnet thong and a padded push-up bra to accenuate her budding breasts, along with some accessories. These items make her look sensuous and seductive. The photos should be good, but I knew they won't leave her dressed in clothes for too long.

We enter the studio, me leading Ally by the hand and the photographer lavishes praise, obviously pleased with how I made my little girl look. All the photographers do this, but tonight I feel a warm tingle at his words praising my baby. Watch it, girl, I think to myself as I follow his eyes shamelessly eating up every inch of Ally's prepubescent body.

He starts snapping shots of Ally while I stand aside, looking off into the distance. The photographer talks throughout, easily and very pleasant. He tries to charm Ally while giving directions efficiently.

"Place your foot here... at this angle... Arm like so... good... Tilt your head just a little... beautiful."

Flash, click, whirr.

She's seated now, knees together, ankles crossed: a classic, chaste pose.

Flash.

"Place your hands on the armrests, Ally, and make a motion as if you're about to get out of the chair... good... Bend your waist just a little more... Yes, keep your legs in the same position... that's it... Look over to your Mommy... big smile or laugh... Excellent!"

Click.

"Same pose, but undo a button or two for a hint of your training bra."

She undoes two buttons, revealing a pendant hanging just above where the start of her cleavage will be in a couple of years. The photographer loves the look.

"Very sexy, Ally!"

Whirr.

"Bend a little more... Let's see just a hint of your little bra... very sexy... That'll be a great shot."

Still seated, She's now asked to cross her legs and arch her feet, pointing her toes downward: another classic position. The camera is very busy. The photographer draws closer to her and focuses on her bare feet. I watch him take a few closeup photos of her pointed toes.

"These dresses are very versatile. Let's undo some bottom buttons to show some leg. Men who buy our magazines love looking at children's bare legs. Among other things..." He smiles and steals a glance in my direction, acknowledging my approval.

Each button Ally undoes is met with a score of shots. I can tell from where I stand, the flashes are making her excited in the way children get when they're shown attention. The encouragement is unending and it's making her feel really good. Now even I think she looks sexy. Or do I mean I'm feeling very sexy looking at my daughter's body being used and sexualized in front of an adult man with a camera? I laugh inwardly at my confusion. I notice that the shutter is clicking while she undoes buttons. Also, the lens seems to be concentrating now on her thighs to the exclusion of all else. I observe Ally's growing shamelessness as she continues to flaunt her tight little body, loving the attention from both camera and photographer.

The shoot continues. We talk as he continues to pose my little girl, and I ask him, "I've never seen you before. Who do you usually shoot for?"

"I do a lot of freelance work for Playtoy and Lolitots. This is my first assignment for BabySlut Studio."

I'm impressed that my ten-year-old daughter is being photographed by the professional working for Playtoy. I hear the shutter's clicks. You've got to be one hot child-model to get your photos into those magazines and I can't help but wonder if Ally will make to Lolitots one day. I'm curious and excited about his work.

"How do you find it here at BabySlut Studio? It must be fun photographing all those beautiful little girls showing their naked bodies to you?"

"I love it."

The shoot proceeds smoothly. Eventually he gets Ally to undo 5 or 6 bottom buttons. I lose count. It's as high as she can go without revealing her panties. I then remember that she's wearing a thong; they're scant and not at all concealing. I also remember her accessories.

Still seated, the dress now hangs to the sides, showing an abundance of thigh. The last button keeps her crotch barely concealed. Some of the shots have her knees separated.

Ally stands, placing her little foot on the chair, toes pointed.

"Terrific!" gushes the photographer.

Her exposed leg is filmed from a multitude of angles and from such closeup it makes me blush thinking that this man is getting turned on by this little ten-year-old child.

"Hold it like this."

Ally's hand takes and slowly pushes away the other side of the dress, totally revealing her bare legs.

"You have got a great pair of stems!... A big carefree laugh... Alright!"

Flash, click, whirr.

That shot will be suggestive but decent. Hold fast, girl.

I can't stop thinking about cameras, little girls and those magazines. I finally summon enough courage to ask how he finds his little models.

"All sorts of parents want their daughters to pose for Playtoy. I've met many of them on shoots like this. They get turned on by having their child posed in erotic poses. Some want to go further and have their daughters molested by actors on film. They love the thought of people around the world watching their child getting sexually abused."

He then tells me what he pays his models. It's quite a bit.

"That's a lot of money. But is Ally good enough for Lolitots?"

The camera works throughout the conversation. It stops now.

He looks me in the eye. "I think your little girl would be a sensation. Her legs... well they leave me speechless... But, and I'm being frank, her breasts are beginning to bud. Lolitots has a stupid hang up about budding breasts in girl-children. They prefer their little girls to be flat. So, honestly? She'd be better suited for Playtoy. You do know that Playtoy is more risque? They can be downright hardcore and brutal wih their child-models at times."

The shutter resumes its work. I soak in the information. After a while the shooting stops. Ally remains standing, her thigh elevated and exposed. He breaks the silence and turns from Ally to me.

"So, are you game?"

"For Playtoy?"

"Yes, for Playtoy. I have enough props that we could snap a test session right now."

I say nothing and stare ahead at Ally standing before me half naked and exposed. I walk slowly to Ally and at last I answer him while undoing Ally's belt. One by one, my little girl's remaining buttons are undone. The little dress slides off her slim shoulders. She's clad in heels, her meager fishnet thong, and her training bra. A gold chain is around her slim waist - one of the accessories that I chose for her to wear. His eyes drink in the naked little girl. He easily sees through the coarse fishnet material the pink shade of my baby's vulva. He recovers and turns professional.

"Excellent! Still hairless. Guys just love that look. They want to see it all. In clinical detail."

Oddly, only now do I consider that we go through with this, thousands of men will witness my own little daughter's sexual degradation in front of the camera. Any doubts that I have dissipate. I'm eager to begin and see her shamelessly sexualized and used by adult men.

"The thong is great, leave it on her for a while, along with the chain - very erotic! But the training bra should come off."

I turn my back to him and undo Ally's bra, revealing her small shell-like breasts with hard little nipples. Her nipples are painted red with my lipstick, the last of accessories I put on her before the photoshoot. When I painted Ally's nipples, I intended to stimulate them into hardness and also to make them more pronounced under her thin dress as a photo prop. I begin to rub the lipstick off Ally's nipples as I turn to face him. He gasped but regained his composure quickly.

"My god, her nipples are so racy! They're perfect! Definitely leave the lipstick on."

The shooting starts by the side of a four-poster bed. Coy and demure at first. But the camera excites Ally's senses; soon her poses are more suggestive. Still wearing her thong, her legs are apart for nearly every shot. The photographer positions her seductively against one of the posts. He encourages her and Ally starts rubbing against the pole. She's a child in heat for the camera. She'll do anything for the attention of the lens and the adult man encouraging her to behave like a little slut.

Flash, click, whirr.

Now he askes her to climb onto the bed and pose on her hands and knees, leering at the lens, daring it to film her. Her little ass attracts it. The camera's effect is hypnotic and intoxicating to the child, making her increasingly wanton. No pose is too outrageous, obscene, improper. The photographer talks to the little girl throughout as if she was an experienced porn model.

"Hold that pose... Yes!... Superb!... That's it... Show what you have Ally... Beautiful baby!"

A non-stop barrage of juice-producing commentary. And watching it all from the sideline, I'm loving it, loving my little girl being degraded, sexualized and exploited for her preteen sex-appeal.

"OK, let's have some shots without the thong, but leave the waist chain and lipstick on your nipples. I really like their effect."

I watch Ally turn onto her back and lick her lips like a pro. I almost feel embarrassed of her being my daughter. As she stares at the lens, she raises her ass to slide the waist string over her butt. Once the thong passes her hips, she lowers her buttocks. Slowly, she brings her knees to her chest. Her panties slide along her thighs, past her knees and calves. The camera feverishly tracks the descent of my daughter's thong. I then realise that the photographer is mesmerized by her nude little body - the camera is under her spell.

Free of her underwear, she opens herself wide and exposes herself to his view as the lens drinks in every detail. She then closes her legs and pinches her painted nipples, and the camera automatically chases her fingers squeezing the child-flesh between them. With closed thighs and knees to her chest, Ally grasps the inside of her ankles and drags her hands up the insides of her calves and thighs, progressively widening her knees. The lens is in hot pursuit, focusing once again on little girl's slit. She closes her legs again, teasing the photographer.

"Oh, that's really exceptional!... Now keep your knees to your chest baby... open your knees... wider... and point your toes... knees a bit wider... Oh! Delicious!"

I feel all hot and bothered listening to an adult male talking like this to my innocent ten-year-old daughter who is lying naked on the bed before him. What if he forces himself on her small defenseless body right now, what if her rapes her right here before me, forces his throbbing cock deep inside her small body? Would I still stand here and watch him ravish my baby while she cries for her mommy under his weight. I probably would, I think to myself and feel even more ashamed of my own perverted lust.

I hear the shutter: it's very close to Ally's body, exploring every millimeter of her hairless labia in obscene closeup. I'm shocked to see she's so wet that a rivulet runs down her ass. A part of me wonders if the photographer recorded that little detail. I hope so. God, I hope so.

"Use your right hand to pinch and pull your nipples... Good!... Use your left fingers to spread your lips... Yes!... Show everything you have inside... Magnificent!... Move your fingers a little higher... pull the hood gently up... we want to see your little clitoris also... Absolutely dazzling!... Now we can see it all!"

Flash, click, whirr.

Oh yes, I'm thinking, let's show all of my baby. I'm in total abandonment now watching this man rape my daughter with his camera. His lens is all but inside the child's wet pussy. She can't widen her lips enough to satisfy the camera.

"Beautiful little girl!... Keep your left hand where it is... Wonderful!... OK, bring your right hand down... Yes, underneath your leg... Good... Use your right middle finger... Yes!... Very hot!"

I hope every delectable moment of this shameless child abuse is caught on film.

I watch Ally easy a finger inside her open pussy. The camera is getting it all, but the photographer stops talking. Just her and the camera now. Her finger finally begins its leisurely outward journey. She lingers on the periphery, teasing and tracing an outline of her tiny circumference, drawing a bull's eye for the lens, guiding it to her immature genital opening.

Flash.

I watch my little girl penetrate herself again, this time with two fingers, easing them in and pulling downwards, stretching and widening her ten-year-old cavity.

Click.

Her fingers slide back out wet and she tries to finger-paint another languid picture for the film, but her fingers retreat quickly inside followed with a quick gasp for air and a little moan indicating some pain. My baby is raping herself with her own fingers for the camera.

Whirr.

A rhythmic plunging movement takes over, gaining in speed and depth. I watched mesmerized as Ally gives in to the urge and ardently works on herself with both hands, praying her young body open to painful limits for the camera to capture it all. Oh, yes. I wish there were a dozen cameras to film my only child like this: naked, hairless, shameless, split open, wet... Only ten and such slut already. Yes... more cameras... worshiping my little Lolita from every angle... my head is in a swirl... thoughts come fast now... a montage of sweet confusion... luscious disconnection... watching Ally's fingers moving faster... jumbled images... her pelvis is in sync with her fingers... when did she learn that?... is the camera capturing this?... I hope so... she's wet... she's ripe... more cameras... I hear her say it's itchy... it's... building... building... building... yes... it's here... here... the surge... surge... release... release... groaning... I hear my daughter groaning like a seasoned whore... with a child's voice... sweet little child-whore...

It's all over: several more dying clicks and the shutter stops. The photographer places a robe over my exhausted little sex kitten and kisses her cheek. He gives her a few minutes while I try to regain my composure and stop blushing from witnessing this depraved child sexploitation.

At last, softly, he says, "Wow... that was phenomenal. I'd like to shoot your daughter again, perhaps with more props, maybe some bondage thrown in if you agree. I'll call you next week to view the proofs."

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Thank you for your comments on my previous story "Trick Photography" and I hope you enjoy this new story. There will be more in the future and I welcome your requests and suggestions.