PWS

Have you ever encountered any couple that had spent so much on pre-wedding shoot but almost ruin it in the process?

Let me tell you what happened just two days ago during Isabel's pre-wedding shoot (PWS). So, here’s the story: three of us—CY, Charmaine, and I—along with the couple, travelled to Bali for the shoot. Now, I know that typically, a PWS just involves the couple, but Isabel specifically requested that we come along to help her out. It was a bit of a last-minute thing—she asked us only a week before the trip. At first, I was hesitant because of how spontaneous it was, and it wasn’t easy to get time off work. But surprisingly, when I told my boss I had a family issue that needed attention overseas, she granted me leave immediately (I’m still shocked by that!).

To sweeten the deal, Isabel covered all the expenses for the trip. She paid for the hotel rooms, the spa sessions, and even all our meals and travel costs.

But there was a downside—we woke up at 1 Am every day for three days straight because Isabel wanted those perfect sunrise shots. This meant driving in the dark for two to three hours before reaching the shoot locations.

Why did it take three days, you ask? Well, Isabel had the worst luck. On the first day, the photographer tripped over a rock and sustained a pretty nasty cut on his left hand. It was so bad that we had to use up five packs of tissues to stop the bleeding and I had to drive the car down. The company had to reschedule the shoot for the next day.

The second day was slightly better—no injuries, but the weather didn’t cooperate. It started raining, and the skies were overcast with dark clouds. The worst part? The rain started after we had already driven for two hours, so we had to turn back and return to the studio, as per the tour guide's advice.

The third day wasn't exactly the best, but it was definitely memorable. We set out on our journey in a light drizzle, which thankfully eased up by the time we reached the hilltop. After hours of travelling in the dark, the three of us—minus Isabel—decided to make our own fun. It was CY who came up the ideal, and we ended up bringing along a little "magical toy" that wasn't part of the original plan.

On the second night, Isabel and her partner turned in early, leaving the three of us alone in the room. Yes, the three of us shared a room: I was calling Xav, Charmaine was going through her nightly skincare routine, and none of us were really paying attention to CY. To our surprise (and amusement), CY decided to have some solo moment, right there on the bed, and she was not embarrassed by her moans. The awkward part? It was Xav who asked me if I heard someone moaning. At first, I thought he was hinting at something, but then it hit me—it was CY!

After ending the call, I turned to see Charmaine lying beside CY, holding a pink stick that resembled a dildo. At first glance, I knew it wasn’t CY’s because she’s not a fan of pink. It was Charmaine’s—and it even had a little rabbit figure on it! CY and Charmaine were cracking up over how it vibrated, and I couldn’t help but join in on the conversation. It was cute, in a weird way, and honestly, I never expected Charmaine to be into something like that.

In a completely random turn of events, CY suggested we should all wear our own dildo the next day. I didn’t object, cause the trip to the hilltop had been pretty dull, and, as fate would have it, I had brought my own “Thor” along too. And that’s how we ended up having a little bit of fun during the trip.

The next morning was... well, let's just say, eventful. First off, Isabel asked why we all looked so exhausted, and we quickly made up a story about having a late night. But she saw right through us. The truth was, the three of us had spent the night indulging in some solo fun, which ended up, getting only about an hour of sleep after having orgasms two or three times.

The second memorable moment came when Isabel had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction—twice, actually. Her gown got stepped on by her soon-to-be husband, causing her breasts to accidentally pop out on both occasions. To make things even more awkward, the photographer, his assistant, and the makeup artist were all standing right in front of her when it happened. Luckily for her, she was wearing nipple covers, so it wasn't a total disaster.

Despite these little hiccups, the photoshoot wrapped up quickly, thanks to Isabel's natural grace in front of the camera. After all, she used to be a model. Her partner did a decent job too, but there was something a bit... off about him. He seemed to be getting a hard-on during the shoot, and in some of the photos we snapped on our phones, you could clearly see the bulge. No one dared to mention it at the time.

The third noteworthy event came when we mentioned our little plan to Isabel on our way down. To our surprise, she was not impressed—at all. In fact, she admitted she had suspected it from the start, noticing our flushed cheeks before we even got out of the car. I guess it’s nearly impossible to keep secrets from someone as sharp and experienced as she is.

But the final revelation was the most shocking of all. Isabel confessed that she had been wearing a wireless vibrator throughout the entire shoot. She claimed that when a woman is aroused, it creates a certain expression that's ideal for photos—something about hormones and a natural allure. The craziest part? Her makeup artist was the one controlling the vibrator the whole time. I was completely speechless.

Just when we thought Isabel couldn’t get any more outrageous, she dropped another bombshell: she had made her partner wear a chastity cage, which explained the noticeable bulge. Her explanation was absurd—she said she wanted to remember this little detail every time she looked at the photos.

The rest of the day went smoothly. We managed to visit a few places and took some lovely photos. However, I was unable to get over the fact that Isabel was wearing a vibrator while having her PWS. She spent so much but... Hmmm, don't get it. 

We wrapped up the day after 7pm, as the photographer suggested we wait for the sunset—and he was right! It was a great recommendation. He even volunteered to take photos of the three of us, and he did it for free.


 Ps : Hey guys, we're planning a bachelorette party for Isabel next month. Send me your ideas!