So the company or service I work for has a photographer client who is very well received in the community. He even has his own business where he took photos and videos of people tied up and in usually sexy or cross dressed clothes. Per usual, I was looking through my request and message board and sure enough, he eventually found his way to me. I had grown popular, and very quickly, so I guess I should have seen it coming. I see he messaged me, inviting me to breakfast and after to be one of his models.

I did an overview of his profile and website and was pretty impressed. I was super curious so I agreed to meet and got ready to set up our session. I met him at a nearby diner and he was pretty polite and sociable. He was openly gay which I had no issue with (most of these doms want to marry me or date and I am not here for that), so him not making advances made me more comfortable. After breakfast, I drove with him to his workplace to get started. He makes me change into a thong, garter stockings, a push-up bra, a silk blouse, 5 inch heels, and bright red lipstick. The outfit was very cliche and left nothing to the imagination, but he was a professional and the amount of makeup I had on would be enough to hide my identity. I even wore a blonde short wavy wig that I thought matched me and kept me feeling more secure.

After I was all dressed and looking cute he took me to all his bondage stuff and let me look at and try everything. So he said we would do 4 different shoots that day all with varying items, angles and themes. We start the first shoot and he has me gagged with a black panel gag and restrained with a black arm-binder and spreader bar for my feet. He attached the arm-binder to a hook and raised my arms far upward, leaning me forward. He let me squirm around for about 20 min taking pictures every once in a while. I had never been in a spreader but I can say with confidence that it is not as bad as the arm-binder was. Being in that position with my arms all raised was not as sexy as I’d hoped.

Once he felt like we were done with the first shoot, he took the stuff off and we went to the next set where he then tied me to an office chair and left me for an HOUR gagged and helpless with the camera running the whole time. My outfit for this shoot was the ‘sexy secretary’ which was a thin white barely buttoned up blouse, black pencil skirt, coffee brown pantyhose and the same 5 inch black heels. He even let me keep my glasses on because they “matched the look”. The chair tie was with this really strong and comfortable gray PVC tape that he used on what felt like every inch of me. He wrapped it tightly around my boobs, shoulders, knees, thighs, ankles, wrists, even going as far to tape me to the chair in some spots.

Once this shoot was done, we took a break and ate a quick snack. He warned me that the next one is gonna be some serious stuff. He gave me a detailed overview to which I agreed. At this point it was about 11:30 am and it was time to begin the next shoot. He began by tying my legs, ankles, knees, and thighs with a white rope then used more rope for my wrists behind my back before he began to unbutton part of the blouse exposing my black bra. Next was a chest harness out of the same rope exposing my boobs even more. He then tied up my hands and tied my elbows together. Then tied my arm to my waist making it impossible to move my arms. I thought he was done tying me up but he then rolled me on my belly and hogtied me so tight I couldn’t move. I started to get a little concerned with how much rope and strictness he was applying so I asked him to maybe slow down but he swiftly put a 2 inch red ball gag in my mouth and fastened it.

Don’t get me wrong, I love strict bondage, but I felt like I was covered in rope, nearly mummified even. He flicked on the camera and started taking pictures. Time passes and at this point it’s 1:00 pm and I thought it was about time to stop but he kept on and finally at about 1:30 he untied me. Looking back I enjoyed it, his office is basically a BDSM dungeon that used to be one of those art exhibits. While putting on lotion for all the rope marks he sits down and tells me “You can either come with me to get food in those clothes or I can lock you up in my cell until I get back” I was dressed like some CEO’s whore so I chose the cell thinking I could have time to rest. He locked me in the cell and went off to get something, coming back back with knee high ballet heels. He asked that I put them on and I was both confused and excited. I have always wanted to try these kinds of bondage shoes, they can be very expensive and hard to maintain. So I put them on and he then put on shackles making it impossible to take them off. He had me wear another arm-binder, this one being horizontal and finished that off with a PVC tape gag before relocking me in the cell. I was a little annoyed but knew I couldn’t do anything about it. About 30 min had passed and I heard him come back with my order and his own. He released me from my gag and bindings so I could eat, all still while sitting in the cell. After eating he then told me that he had scheduled a meeting with a girl who wanted to be a model next so It would be time to go.

He paid me for all the work I had done and thanked me for being a good sport about it all. I told him I actually enjoyed myself and he offered for me to come back to model again. I agreed and we planned to meet in two days. I was curious what else he had in store, but he assured me that the photos and videos would not go live until he edited them and felt like my identity would be well hidden. One day, once I see the finished result, I may post them, but I’m still not comfortable with all of that, especially for free.

Two days go by and I meet him at his studio around 10 o’clock. He asked me to come lightly dressed with a new wig and no makeup. I went with a more dirty blonde wig this time that was about shoulder length and semi straight. Him and 2 other men were waiting in his studio for me and before I knew what’s going on they took me, handcuffed me, and brought me into the makeup room. These two men (also gay?) do my makeup like a pinup model and once done, put me back into my cell. I am told to get changed into my first set of clothes and to gag and cuff myself when I’m done. They move a curtain over my cell to give me some privacy and in a small box is only in a latex bra and thong set but with knee high latex heels. I am very unsure about wearing such revealing clothes but it comes with a bathrobe so I put that on top. Once ready, they escorted me to the set room where for the next few hours I went from set to set changing clothes and getting tied up. I think I went through 100 different kinds of latex clothing items before finally catching a break at around 1 where by this time the entire staff was at work and had a conference meeting. The outfit I had on at this point was a gymnast outfit.  After a couple minutes they gave me a leather pencil dress, garter belt with stockings, and heels. At this point I was just getting used to the routine but then they tied me into a hogtie with the PVC tape and put me into the trunk of their car. Was I seriously being kidnapped again? Turns out they took me to a place for an outside shoot. I was home with a very private backyard. I got to do some bathing suit bondage and shoots which was fun, luckily the weather was decent so it didn't suck. After the outside shoot they were nice enough to not stuff me in the trunk and let me change back into my original outfit which was simple white sundress and sandals.

Once back at the studio they kindly didn’t throw me in the cell but had me wait on a coach opposite the cell. A new girl came in and shyly looked at me while wondering what to do or where to stand. She would kinda glimpse at me, noticing I was covered in marks from the rope, tape, and other bondage gear. She blushed before the two men from before, did the same to her as they did to me. Grabbed her by the wrists, handcuffed her, shoved a ball gag in her mouth, and walked her behind a curtain where the makeup area was. This photographer meant business, and bondage was a lifestyle he took very seriously. He approached me with an envelope full of cash for my work, thanked me and said he’d be in touch if I were to want to model again, though for now, I think I am good. Besides, with the boost in popularity, there's so many more new experiences waiting, and I want to see them all…