From bondage model to bondage slut.
Part One
I found the advert in one of my husband, Sam's girly magazines. I had been
looking through for modelling jobs as a possible way of earning some money now
that my job had gone after the firm I worked for went bankrupt. Jobs were scarce
and the mortgage was slipping behind. I am twenty eight and I and Sam have been
married now for about five years. I know I had a good figure; I kept it that way
by using the Sam's firm's gymnasium. I did some modelling for catalogues during
my time at Uni. And, modesty aside, I know that I am as good looking as any of
the "glamour" models I've seen in the top shelf magazines that Sam is so fond
of. At five feet eight, slim build but 36 D breasts, I often attracted the
attention of the male sex. I was looking for a modelling job that paid well and
had an open mind about what I was willing to do. I had been extravagant and had
built up some large debts that I didn't want Sam to know about. Sam travels a
lot and since I lost my job, time drags. And when I get bored I go shopping.
My credit cards are all maxed out and the bank loan is at its limit. I have to
find something to get the bills down and incidentally to give me something to do
so I won't get bored.
This particular advert attracted my attention because it promised on-going work.
It read
"Female models wanted for bondage work. Contractual work is available for right
models. Starting rate is Guild plus 50%. Ongoing rates could be higher depending
on type of work undertaken. Travelling costs paid. Reply in first instance in
writing or by Email enclosing two full length photos, one clothed and one nude."
The address for replies was a box number care of the magazine and the Email was
also via the magazine.
I had been involved in a bondage relationship whilst in Uni. It had been one of
those exploratory relationships and had not lasted past three months, but I had
enjoyed the various occasions and remembered several blinding orgasms. After a
couple of hour's consideration, I decided to reply using the Email address and a
couple of the photos that Sam had stored on the computer. The clothed photo had
been taken prior to the work's dinner/dance earlier that year. I had purchased
a dress especially for the night. It was a long, figure hugging dress. The top
of the dress was white and high necked, but it was tight over my breasts showing
their hard shape and a shadow of my nipples; the rest of the dress was red and
form fitting, following the shape of my body The photo didn't show the rear
view, but it had clung to my ass, flowing into the crease and enthusiastically
outlined each firm ass cheek. I had worn a short red bolero jacket to complete
the outfit. It had shown my figure off to great advantage and I had received a
number of propositions during the night, from high flying executive types which
I had turned down at the time but been tempted to take up later, especially as
Sam's times on the road seemed to lengthen. The second photo had been taken by
Sam for his Private Collection and showed me in my full glory. I had posed
leaning back on the dining room table, my legs spread and my hands on the edge
of the table. It showed my belly piercing and the tattoo on my left thigh. My
cunt was clearly visible because I had kept it shaved at Sam's request. He
liked a shaved pussy; he had told me when we first married. If they didn't
accept me from these two photos, they must be blind.
The reply came back within 24 hours inviting me to an initial interview, all
expenses paid. It meant travelling to the big city, but that was OK, the train
service was excellent and I would have no difficulty getting there and back
during one day. I decided on the spur of the moment not to mention it to Sam
until they offered me a job, maybe not even then.
On the day of the interview I chose to wear the black dress that Sam had bought
me for my last birthday. It was a mini, the skirt finishing only a couple of
inches below my ass. It was made of a stretch material and clung to every curve
of my body. Sam liked me in clothing that showed off my body, he said he got a
thrill from knowing other guys were looking, but that I was his. I had worn it
several times when Sam had taken me out for meals etc. and the sex on those
nights had been very hot. I chose flesh coloured tights and knee high boots to
go with it. I left off my bra and panties, not wishing to show any lines through
the material. The outfit gave me a feeling of confidence, knowing that I looked
my very best and extremely sexy.
My interview was being held at a photo studio on the commercial estate that had
recently been built on the outskirts of the city. The buildings on the estate
were all very picturesque and were occupied by various service industries, the
headquarters for the local Gas & Electricity companies, several Call Centres,
Insurance Brokers, Computer Consultants, Accountants, Solicitors etc. The
studio was in a building containing a number of small businesses. It had a
central reception area with a security guard who had a bank of security cameras.
I went to the counter and asked for the studio. The guard looked me up and down
and seemed to like what he saw. I smiled at him, pleased at his attention. He
picked up the telephone and rang through to the studio and announced me,
listened for a moment, then told me to take a seat as someone would be down to
collect me shortly.
A few moments later, an attractive girl of about nineteen or twenty came over to
me, confirmed my name and then led me out of the reception area.
I followed the girl, who had introduced myself as Candy, through a corridor and
then up a flight of stairs and through a door with a glass pane advert for "Glam
Inc. Photo Studio" This all looked very above board and put my mind at rest. I
had felt some reserves, wondering whether this was legitimate or some kind of
con. Inside the reception area to the studio Candy pointed me to a chair and
told me that the photographer would be through to see me shortly.
After a short wait, a woman of about my own age came through from the back and
introduced herself as Katrina and asked me to come through to the studio area to
meet her partner.
Katrina led me through a couple of doors into an auditorium area that was laid
out in several conversation areas interspersed with photographic displays. The
first display held photographs of a number of attractive girls posing in various
suits, dresses and other similar outfits, the second display we went past was
another set of girls dressed in lingerie, the third display we passed was girls
posing nude. There were no male photographs at all. Katrina led me through this
area to a door which she opened and stood aside to allow me to precede her. I
entered a large room which contained a desk at one end with a conversation area
near to it. The rest of the room was open space.
A man dressed in jeans and a black T shirt, rose from behind the desk and
approached me with outstretched hand. He introduced himself as Johnny Ray, the
proprietor of the studios. He looked to be in his mid forties, confident, well
in control, an obvious business man despite his casual dress.
"Sheila, welcome to our studio. You've met Katrina. She's the photographer, I am
the director. That means I plan the shoot, who does what, the overall theme.
Katrina sets the individual poses and takes the photos. Please take a seat and
relax. We need to go through some formalities, and then we'll set up a
preliminary test, nothing too complicated, just so that you can get a feel for
what will be required of you."
Whilst he was talking we all found seats in the conversation area.
"Now, let me ask you a few questions. We have your name, address and Social
Security information already, so we don't need to go through those again. So
let's get down to the nitty-gritty. As you know, the advert was for bondage
models. We provide photos for a number of end users. We have contracts with
main stream top shelf men's magazines for soft porn shoots. I see from your
application that you have previous modelling experience, did this include this
type of photo." I answered in the negative saying that the shoots I had been on
had all been for catalogues. Some had included lingerie shots, but most had
been dresses, blouses and skirts.
Johnny went on "Occasionally these magazines ask for bondage photos when they
are running articles about the subject. These types of photos are fairly simple
layouts, spread eagle shots, chair ties, that sort of thing. Have you had any
personal experience of bondage, is it something that is part of your sex life or
is this something new for you?"
I smiled. I had guessed that this would be one of the questions that would be
asked. "Yes, I have been on the receiving end a few times. My boyfriend when I
was in college tied me up a few times. He had seen the film 9 1/2 weeks and had
bought the book and decided it might be fun to try it out, with me as the
subject. So we did the scene with the refrigerator and the feeding."
"Did you enjoy it?" Katrina asked.
"Actually, I did. I got wet kneeling by his chair with my hands tied behind my
back."
"While you were tied up, did you get into any sex action?" Again it was Katrina
asking the question. Maybe they thought that I would be less embarrassed
responding to a woman about sex.
"That particular time, we didn't get to the fucking, he just did the feeding. A
couple of nights later, he tied me to the bed, arms and legs stretched to the
corners, he fucked me then. And yes, I did enjoy it, especially as before
fucking me he licked me to an orgasm. That was the first time I'd been on the
receiving end of oral sex. I'd gone down on guys, they seem to want it, but I'd
never been on the receiving end before."
Again Katrina spoke up. "Are those the only bondage experiences you have had?"
"Well, we did have a couple more sessions, again basically the hands behind the
back thing, whilst he played with my breasts, or knelt in front of me to give me
oral. But that's about it."
"Well, today we'll stick to the simple things, then, for your intro session. If
we're all happy with the way that goes, then we'll set up a full test shoot.
For that we'll need you for a full day as we'll be testing you for suppleness,
endurance and to see what your acceptable limits are." This time it was Johnny
who had spoken.
"Nudity is an integral part of most bondage shoots. How do you feel about being
nude in front of the camera?" Katrina was back in the driving seat.
"I haven't done any nude shoots, but I have no objections. I think I might even
enjoy it." I replied.
"You do realise, when I say nude, that in many of the positions in which you
will be tied, everything will be on display, not just your tits, but your cunt
and asshole." Katrina was being blunt. "And in many of the positions, you will
be spread open. How do you feel about that?"
"OK, I guess."
"Have you ever been gagged or thought about what it might be like to be gagged?"
This time it was Johnny.
"No, I've never been gagged, but I think I could cope with that."
Katrina again, "Would you be prepared to do hard core bondage? Would you be
prepared to suck cock or be fucked on camera?"
"I presume there would be more pay for hard core?" I queried.
"Between double and quadruple basic rate, depending on what was involved." This
statement came from Johnny. "But don't accept it just for the money. You need
to be mentally and physically willing."
I liked the indications that my consent was an important part of what was likely
to happen. "I assume that any one I'll be involved with will be certified clean
and free from STD's"
"Yes, everyone, including you, is required to undertake a full medical testing
before we get to fucking and sucking," Katrina stated.
"What are your feelings about penetration by dildo's and vibrators? Do you use
them yourself?"
I hesitated. I was reluctant to admit to having a vibrator in my purse. Or to
the fact that as Sam was often away from home because of his job, that my
faithful vibrator was what kept me sane. So I just simply confirmed that I had
used a vibrator from time to time, and had even purchased a dildo at a lingerie
night organised by my neighbour.
"We've talked about oral sex and fucking. What about anal sex, have you ever
tried it? Do you have any objections to it?" Katrina asked.
I had expected some personal questions, but had not realised quite how personal
the questions would get. I felt myself blush. "I have never been fucked in the
ass, but I do enjoy it when my husband, Sam, pushes his finger up there when I
am approaching climax. It seems to make me cum harder when he does it."
Katrina smiled. I didn't know whether that was because I had blushed, or
because of my admission to liking my ass tickled during sex.
"How does your husband feel about you becoming a bondage model?" Johnny asked
me.
"I don't know. I told him I was applying for a modelling job, but not what was
involved."
"How do you think he will react when he finds out?" asked Katrina.
"There's no reason why he should find out, but if he does then I'll know he is
interested in bondage himself, so he'll be unlikely to complain."
Neither Katrina nor Johnny pursued this any further.
"An integral part of bondage is the discomfort that inevitably occurs, and often
the duration of the shoot can be quite long. How do you feel about this?" It
was Katrina again asking the question.
"I don't know for certain, but I exercise a lot, and that requires pushing the
envelope of physical endurance. I keep my body in good physical shape and the
exercises I do require a degree of flexibility, too. When I did the bondage
things at college, they generally lasted about an hour and a half, and I didn't
find that to difficult."
"Well, apart from the simple bondage shoots we do for the main stream magazines,
which generally only take about an hour, the majority of our work involves
sessions of at least 3 or 4 hours, sometimes even longer. How do you feel about
that, do you think, for instance, that you would be prepared to be in bondage
for say, 12 hours?"
I hesitated, but then thought of all those bills I didn't want Sam to know
about, and decided twelve hours pay for one session would go a long way to
clearing them quickly. "I don't know, but I am willing to give them a try."
Strangely the idea of a long session tied up and helpless had an effect on me
sexually and I found myself getting damp.
"We video tape all photo shoots. When edited they provide an additional revenue
stream. That's how we are able to afford to pay you extra over and above Guild
rates. These are distributed by Internet broadcast and sale. These are usually
broadcast live and then edited for distribution later. We retain copyright in
everything that we produce. We will discuss with you an outline of each shoot,
but the details will work themselves out during the event," Johnny said. "Once
each shoot commences, you will be required to complete it, so endurance is
essential. We will test that out with you before committing you to the longer
sessions."
"Do you have any questions? - No then I think we have covered most everything.
If you still want to go ahead, we'll get consent forms and then we can start
your initial testing."
I agreed that yes, I did want to proceed. So the consent forms were produced
and duly signed. Johnny called Candy in to witness the consent form, and then
asked her to file it away.
After the forms had been signed Johnny asked me to stand and produced a piece of
rope from the side of the chair on which he was sitting. He proceeded to find
the middle of the rope thus doubling it. "We will start with some simple rope
bondage to give you a taste of what you can expect. Please stand up and turn
around." I did so, feeling a tingle go down my spine. This was the first time
I had done anything this sexual in public, because that was how I thought of it.
The previous photo shoots had all been very simple jobs and had not made me feel
that I was on display, but this was all about sex. This was going to be public
sex too, as I would be getting broadcast over the Internet for all manner of
strangers to enjoy. And it was all going to start here in this office. To be
tied up here in this office, by these two virtual strangers was the most public
sexual thing she I ever done or contemplated. At least Johnny hadn't asked me to
remove my clothes, yet, but once I was tied, who was to say what would happen?
I felt his hands on my arms, guiding them behind me, turning my hands so that
they faced each other palm to palm, and then I felt the rope being looped around
my wrists. A couple of coils around my wrists were then pulled tight as he
looped the rope between them and over the loops he had already placed. "This is
called a cinch," Johnny told me, "it is used often to tighten the cords. Now
let's see how close we can get your elbows to each other." I felt him doing the
same at my elbows as he had done at my wrists, gently he tugged and I felt my
shoulders become tight as my upper arms strained against the pull as my elbows
were pulled towards each other. "This is one of two arm ties which are standard
in most bondage scenarios, " he continued with his instructional talk. I looked
down at myself and saw that this tie caused my breasts to thrust out as my
shoulders were pulled back. The dress which conformed to my shape normally was
now stretched tightly across my breasts. My erected nipples were now extremely
visible, pushing through the tight fabric.
Katrina had noticed my downward look. "You do seem to be enjoying this, Sheila;
maybe you will get more out of this than just money." Knowing that my panties
were also getting wet from my excitement, I had to agree, although I kept my
agreement to myself.
Johnny now took a loop over each shoulder, feeding the rope back under my
armpits and back around my upper arms, pulling my shoulders even further back.
Now I was beginning to feel discomfort from the strain on my shoulders, but
didn't complain as I had indicated that I could endure the expected discomfort.
I wondered what it would be like to be tied like this for hours on end. Again I
found the thought excited me.
Johnny threaded the rope back down through the elbow tie to my wrists, and then
lifted my hands into the middle of my back, ran several loops around my waist,
securing my arms in a bent position behind me. The strain on my shoulders grew,
but it was still bearable. The waist tie pulled my dress even tighter across my
chest, and it also pulled the bottom hem upwards so as I looked down I could see
that it was just about covering my cunt in front, but only just.
"From here, there are a number of routes we can take. For the moment we will go
the chair route." Katrina went to the desk and buzzed through to Candy and
asked her to bring through the straight backed chair from the studio. Whilst
they waited for Candy to come through with the chair, I tested the ties to see
what movement was available to my. I discovered that there was very little. I
could, with a bit of an effort, move my wrists slightly against the waist tie,
but other than that, my arms were immobile.
Candy came in with the chair and placed it in the middle of the room. She
looked at me, saw my erect nipples and smiled. "It's a good feeling, isn't it?
Snug ropes, the feeling of being helplessness, knowing that someone else is in
control. I love it. Maybe we'll do a scene together before long. The audience
love the multiple scenes. Wait until you get fucked when you're tied really
tight, it blows the mind." It had never occurred to me that Candy might be one
of their models, but thinking about it now, I realised that she was certainly
attractive enough and had that certain presence that a model needed to be good.
"Sorry I can't stay to watch the rest of the tie, but no doubt I'll get to see
the finished product." With that comment, Candy left to return to the reception
desk.
Johnny guided me to the chair, and told me to sit on it facing the back. This
required me to straddle the seat, and inevitably my skirt was pushed up to my
waist, revealing my lack of panties and my shaved cunt. Johnny bent down and
removed my boots and carefully placed them over by the wall.
Johnny then took another rope, doubled it in half as he had the first, then
through a loop around my left knee. Taking the rope around the back of the
chair, he looped it around my right knee and pulled the loop tight so that my
knees now hugged the chair back. He ran the rope to the centre back of the
chair and threaded it through the space between the centre bars. "Lift your
bottom off the seat for me, Sheila," Johnny instructed me. When I complied he
ran the rope under me. When I sat down again the rope rested under my naked
cunt. Johnny ran the rope up to my elbow tie, leaving some slack in the rope
that went under me; he proceeded to loop the rope several times around my torso,
below my breasts. On the third loop he through a cinch around the chest loops
just in the centre. From this he dropped the rope down to where it originally
ran beneath me, separated the two strands, running both beneath the rope that
went under my crotch, and then ran them back up to the waist loop. He slipped
the ropes behind the waist loop and pulled steadily; bringing the crotch rope up
into my cunt. I felt Katrina separating my cunt lips to ensure a nice snug fit.
Johnny then tied off this piece of rope.
"Now let's see what we can do with your ankles."
Johnny took another piece of rope, doubled it as seemed his practice, through a
loop around my left ankle, then pulled my ankle up behind me towards the front
of the seat, where he secured it to the top of the front chair leg. He then ran
the rope along the front of the seat to the other front leg, through a loop
around the top of that chair leg, and then secured my right ankle in the same
fashion as my left. This meant that my legs were bent tightly back on
themselves. With my upper legs spread apart, this wasn't really a natural angle
and I did find that it placed strain on my thigh muscles.
"Just one more tie and then we can leave you for a while to get the feel of it."
Johnny took a fresh rope which he proceeded to loop loosely around my neck.
After five or six loops like this he took the final piece of the rope, bent me,
and looped the rope several times around the upper rail of the chair back. From
there he ran the rope down the back of the chair, under the seat and then around
my lower body at the top of my thighs. This effectively anchored my body to the
base of the chair and my neck to the top back of the chair. I now found that I
had almost no movement available to me. With that he went and sat down at his
desk and proceeded on with his work as if nothing untoward was happening in
front of him.
I was left in this position for quite sometime. The position of the chair meant
that she had my back to him and faced the door to the office. Katrina and Candy
came in and out of the office from time to time as they went about their
respective tasks. They had to pass me each time coming in and going out. Each
time they would stop for a second to stroke some part of my exposed body. I
found that wherever they stoked became an erogonious zone. I maintained a slow
sexual buzz.
An unknown period of time passed by as I sat there, restrained with my cunt and
ass openly visible to anyone who came into the office. I was by now feeling the
strain in a number of places, including my naked ass where it rested on the hard
wood of the chair, also my shoulders, and my knees none of which were used to
being held in the same position for lengthy periods. On one of her passes
Katrina suggested to me that I might feel better if I moved about as much as
possible, flexing my muscles against there fixed positions would help my
circulation. I attempted to do so, my movement was minimal, but it was rather
nice, for all that, to feel that I still had some control over what was
happening, little as it might be. I found that the small movements I was able to
make helped to pass the time and actually helped to keep me aroused, especially
where the rope rubbed up against my clit.
Another period of time passed. Then Johnny got up from his chair and came over
to me. He leaned over me and slid his hands into the top of my dress. "I think
your cunt is feeling lonely, its time these tits of yours joined in with the
game. He lifted my tits out of the dress. My helplessness in this situation
was borne down upon me with this action. I had absolutely no say in the
displaying of my breasts. He fondled me, bringing my nipples, which had shrunken
with the lack of stimulus, back into full erection. He leaned over me, and ran
one hand down to my cunt where he ran his fingers over the rope that rested
there. It was damp with my secretions. "Hm. You do seem to like this. So
let's move onto the next stage and see how you get on with a gag." His hand
appeared in front of my face with a rubber ball through which a leather strap
ran. He placed the ball against my mouth. I, knowing that she really didn't
have much choice, opened my mouth and allowed him to press the ball between my
teeth until it fitted there, forcing my jaws open more than she had expected.
Johnny fastened the strap around the back of my head.
Soon another ache was added to the others. And as my saliva built up around the
ball gag, it inevitably began to drip out of my mouth. I felt humiliated by the
mess that was forming on the floor.
I was left again for a while. The Johnny appeared again. "One final tie" he
said. He leaned over me and ran a soft thin piece of leather under my left
breast. He pulled this tight around the base of my left breast causing my
breast to bulge out. He cast several more loops around the base before catching
it off. He then ran the leather rope behind my neck and over to my right breast
which he proceeded to secure in the same way. He then left me to contemplate
the results of this action.
All my sensations were now concentrated on my breasts. The aches of the
previous bondage were overshadowed by this restricting of my breasts. My
breasts suddenly became the centre of my attention as the blood flow slowed.
The skin was pulled very tight over the surface of my breasts, making them super
sensitive. I found that I was involuntarily trying to shake my breasts to try
and relieve the pressure there.
Candy came through to bring a cup of coffee for Johnny. She informed him that
the rep for "Knotty Times" was here to see him. To my horror Johnny told Candy
to show him in. I struggled frantically against my bonds, trying to get loose
before this total stranger came in. I struggled to speak around the gag but it
just came out as grunts. My total helplessness became very clear to my. Once I
was tied up, then I had absolutely no control over what happened.
Candy showed the rep into the office. Of course, he immediately noticed me. I
had been prepared for bondage in a studio setting, where everything would
somehow have been more professional but had not been prepared for becoming an
exhibit in an office for any Tom, Dick or Henry to stare at.
"How do you like how latest model," Johnny asked the rep.
"Very nice," the rep replied. He walked over to me, walking around me to see me
from all angles. "I love a ball gag, the way the mouth fits neatly around it.
And the breast tie is exquisite." The stranger cupped my by now painful breasts
in his hands. "A good breast tie makes even the softest breast nice and hard."
He flicked his thumb nails over my hard nipples. I grunted at the sudden sharp
pain this caused. "And they become so sensitive, too. I'll look forward to
seeing the test vid cast." He left me to join Johnny and Katrina in the
conversation area where they proceeded to talk about future photo shoots,
circulation and prices for the work.
After the rep left Johnny released me from my bondage.
"How do you feel," Katrina asked me.
"No permanent damage, just a few aches and pains that I know will go away. It
was a lot different to what I had expected. Far more intense than when I was in
college. There seems to be a lot more to this than having my hands tied behind
my back, or being spread eagled to a bed. But I think I actually enjoyed it,"
I replied.
"Good, then you'll be coming back?"
"Yes, without a doubt." I smiled at her. "Next time you can get your cameras
out."
When I got into the outer office I was surprised to discover that I had been
"interviewed" for almost 2 hours. During the event it hadn't seemed that long,
maybe because it was all new to me. But then, I guess when a clock isn't
visible and a person is totally immobile, time becomes immaterial.
Katrina made an appointment with me for the following Wednesday, when my first
official test and Internet broadcast would occur. I was to report in at 8.30
a.m. and would spend the following 8 hours in the studio, mostly in bondage. I
found myself looking forward to it.
As I left, Candy handed me a cheque for my interview expenses. "It includes a
bonus for your successful test," she told me. I looked at the cheque. It was
for $250. Not bad for a couple of hours work.
End of part one
