You guys have been very kind about my safety and well being ever since I got this paid hobby of mine. I am very appreciative and promise you I have been as careful as I possibly can be.
That being said, don’t be mad at me, but I took a big gamble recently and it paid off. I promise you all, I took every precaution and did thorough research before I took this gig. Buckle up, this is a long one.
It all started on December 20th. I came home and like usual, checked my page to see if I had received any messages. Normally I only take requests for the weekends or weekday evenings, but I got two weeks off of work and wanted to see if I could schedule anything for morning or midday.
I sifted through my messages and requests, separating the ones with no chance from the ones I'd consider. When I got to the bottom of my messages, I got to one that upon opening, looked to be an entire short essay. I have seen messages like these before. They are either very specific and detail oriented or they are creepy and are rarely read all the way through before being deleted. I took a deep breath, leaned back in my bed, and peered into my laptop screen to see what kind of message this was.
I will now copy and paste the message in its entirety only removing info that is confidential:
“Hello my wonderful Darling Stephanie! My name is ((Let’s call him James)). I have been a member of The Site for a long while now and am ashamed I have only now found your profile. I can’t believe I have met so many models but not you, that is until now! I wanted to reach out to you with a proposition, an opportunity to be a part of something I host semi-annually, something I am sure you would be perfect for! From December 28-30th I will be hosting several models for kinky bondage and photoshoot fun in my vacation villa in the hills of Los Cabos, Mexico! I would be honored if a woman like you would join me for this trip and be a part of the fun. I am sure we can cater to you just as much as you can cater to me. Feel free to check my profile and speak to my model friends here on The Site to see for yourself! Don’t delay, I would love a response by the 23rd, and don't worry about price, all is included!”
I may have read that message five times before I snapped back to reality. I thought it had to be a scam or a prank. I checked his profile and sure enough, the dude was verified, friends with the owners of The Site, had dozens of models both from and outside The Site, with plenty of evidence of these trips in his gallery. He even had a website where he promoted his lifestyle and parties. I went ahead and looked at all the models who went to these getaways and they were all still active and posting, so it didn't seem like they were trafficked. I still wasn’t convinced and reached out to a handful of models from The Site who had been or announced they were going.
The models who responded all said the same thing. Basically, these trips are legit, fully covered, and he even pays you if you do a good enough job in the shoots. Something came over me and I reached back out to James in the hopes he’d answer some questions and maybe convince me.
“Hey there, I am flattered that you have considered me for such an amazing trip. I am truly excited but mostly curious about what this trip entails and what I can expect. Is there any way you could provide additional details?”
I waited for about 15 minutes, staring and refreshing my screen to see if he’d responded. Decided after enough waiting to go ahead and make dinner, bringing my laptop with me to see if he’d respond in time.
I was just making salmon and rice, so once I had the airfryer and rice cooker going, I checked back with my messages and sure enough, he actually responded.
“My Dear Stephanie! I am so glad you have shown interest, your looks and body are just something I have to include this year! Below I attach a contract I send to all models who come. Please, read it and if you are sure, sign it and send it back to this email address J***********@******.***. I look forward to having you stay and show your stuff!”
I’m no lawyer but I read that contract line by line, word for word. It was pretty short and easy enough to read, mainly ensuring I would be required to let him and his staff direct and touch me with consent, and that I would be paid based on performance, and then I would be required to advertise the trip in all these different ways. I had dinner with me on my couch in the living room of my townhome and rocked back and forth on my couch deciding what to do. I decided to eat and then make a decision.
I had done the research, investigated, examined all the evidence and nothing was amiss. Everything was in order and it seemed too good to pass up. I signed the contract, sent an email with one request attached, “As long as I get some good bondage on this trip, I’ll be an ideal model for you.”
The response simply read “Do not worry dear Stephanie, we will take good and proper care of you! You’ll get what you want and more!”
The next day, I received a message fromThe Site’s moderators asking me to sign the usual form for James. He had already signed his half and I followed through. I then received an email from what appeared to be his agent or assistant who sent me a list of things to pack and where to go for the plane.
I couldn't believe he had his private plane land at an airfield where I live just to pick me up. The list of things I was asked to bring were several bikinis, swimsuits, and outfits. I did as the list said and enjoyed the holidays with my family before my trip.
I did inform my family I was going on a trip, but I did tell a white lie that it was for work reasons, and that I’d check-in with texts often. I was going to be on guard during this trip, but I wanted to have fun and hope it would be worth it in the end.
When I arrived at the plane, they loaded my bags and let me on. The plane was pretty nice on the inside, fairly plain but very above my paygrade. I had never ridden a private jet before, so this was a surreal experience. The plane was empty besides me, the pilots, a stewardess, and a woman who sat across the aisle, one row down from me. She was an older woman, mid-40’s or 50’s, hispanic. She was wearing a burgundy business suit and was locked into her tablet. I felt like I was underdressed in comparison, only wearing a black sports tank top, ripped booty jean shorts, and white converse loafers.
The plane began to move and the stewardess informed me of all the drinks and snack options as well as our destination and time of arrival. It was about a 3 hour flight or so, so I just popped in my headphones and binged some shows on my phone while I ‘tried’ to enjoy the flight. I was incredibly nervous and could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest. I tried to rationalize with myself and calm down, but those moments wouldn't last long.
Before I could grasp the situation and get a grip, the business woman sat in front of me. These jets have seats that face one another, so she was looking right at me. She was looking at me, signalling to take off my headphones to hear her speak. I did so and she introduced herself. “Hello there, you must be Ms. Stephanie, I’m ((Lets call her Isabella). Mr. James was very excited to add you to his Summer collection for the next few days.” I gave a nervous chuckle before asking the obvious question, “Thank you for having me. If I may ask, where are the other girls, I thought there were five more of us?” She nodded her head, almost like she knew I was going to ask. “The other five models were all picked up on the 26th. They are all from San Diego and L.A. so they went as a bigger group.”
I did realize the other girls would be there before me, let alone there for a longer period. I asked, “Why did he want me then, I’m from Texas. Was I the only Texas girl he asked for or wanted?” Ms. Isabella laughed before saying, “Mr. James reached out to a lot of models from Dallas and Asutin, but you were the only one who agreed. Mr. James was so thrilled to get a true Texan in the mix for a change, he may even try more southern states in the future.”
The nervousness hit again. I was the only one in Texas who agreed? Was I a fool? Did they know something that I didn’t? I quickly asked, “Why didn’t any other Texas girls agree to come?” Ms. Isabella nodded her head again saying, “It’s the holidays, many of them wanted to stay and work or be with family. I’m sure Mr. James will reach out to more in the future, casting a wider net.”
She got up from her chair and returned to her own seat. I looked puzzled for a moment before returning to what I was doing. Before too long, The plan was to leave the country and I asked the stewardess if she needed to see my passport, she came over and told me I’d already shown it at the hanger. I embarrassingly said “Okay” and put it away. I guess I was so nervous, I’d forgotten about something like that. She was right, I had done that already, guess I'm spacing out harder than I thought.
The plane made its descent and before too long we got off the plane. A man had taken my luggage and placed it in the trunk of a nice looking car. I imagined myself being placed in that trunk before snapping out of it and trying to appear professional to some extent. Ms. Isabella ushered me over to the car and told me to get in the backseat. I complied as she entered the passenger side with the driver. She told the driver “Alright, take us to the Villa, I’m sure Mr. James is waiting with anticipation for his last model to arrive.” The car took off away from the plane and onto the streets. I checked my phone’s map app to see where I was and it was exactly where he said his private villa was located. So I guess things are lining up so far.
The car moved through the streets of the cute town and resort we were near and moved further up the hills around these very large homes and estates. So far so good I thought to myself. The car eventually wound up at a large gate, the driver pressed a button and a speaker came on “Que?”. Ms. Isabella started speaking in Spanish. I took some Spanish in high school and college so I couldn’t understand everything but I understood ' ‘we’ ‘are’ here’ ‘with’ ‘female’. I clutched my phone as the gate opened and we pulled up to a gorgeous Mexican villa. It was a beautiful home and as the car pulled around, what looked like two butler or servant type men came and opened the car door for me while the other popped the trunk and took my luggage. Ms. Isabella waved again, like she wanted me to follow her and I did.
I wondered if this James character actually owned this property, or if he was just renting. The amount of staff I walked past and peaked in on was a bit much, which made me think this may actually be his home of sorts. We arrived at what looked to be a guest home on the property. I could vaguely hear the sounds of what was a pool party coming from the opposite side of the building, but before I could hear much, I was called to enter my room with Ms. Isabella.
The room was incredibly spacious and even had its own patio. My luggage was left in the center of the room as the attendant quickly exited past me. Ms. Isabella turned towards me with a big smile saying, “Mr. James wanted you to have this suite, hopefully it will make you more comfortable. He has asked me to have you change into a bikini of your choice and join him down by the pool. Get settled and quickly make your way down to the pool area.” After giving me some directions around the property, she left and closed the door, leaving me alone at last. I plopped on the bed with an exhaustion I have not felt in a long time. I looked around my room, looking for hidden cameras and other trickery, but didn’t see anything out of the blue, nothing even hidden.
I got back on my feet and decided to change. I opened my suitcase and pulled out a two piece white bathing suit. It had a small frilly skirt and frills on the bra straps. It wasn’t a bikini per say, but it was cute and my figure was sure to look good in it. As I was dolling myself up, I noticed a gift basket on the table near the door. I was surprised I had missed that when I first walked in. Inside was some candies, whipped cream in a can, fuzzy handcuffs, feathers, a silk sleeping blindfold, and silky golden lingerie pajamas. I kinda made a face like ._. looking at it, and decided to put my cute white sandals on and make my way.
I turned the corner from where I had walked on the side of the property, out of the shade and down a large set of stairs that fed directly into the pool area. As I got further down, several of the models were lounging, playing in the pool, or posing in front of a small photography team near a man lounging, facing their direction. The second I made it to the bottom of the stairs and got closer to the pool, one of the models lounging on the opposite side of the pool facing me, sat up quickly and let out an excited squeal, which alerted the other lounging model closer to me to turn and also squeal with excitement. Both of them stood up and rushed over to me.
Y’all I am 5’4’’ on a good day and both of these girls towered over me. They both had to be like 5’10’’ or 6’0’’. The one further from me, who rushed over put out her arms as she approached me, as if asking for a big hug, squeezing me and telling me “You’re little miss Texas?! Mr. James didn’t say you’d be so stinkin’ cute!” She had long straight light brown hair, was tanned, and her cup size was maybe an A or a small B. She wore a very revealing lime green swimsuit which was basically a thong bikini. The other model, the one closer to me upon my arrival, also came in for a much lighter and softer hug. “Happy to have you! You are going to love it here!” This model was clearly African American, her skin was lighter, possibly mixed. She had short black wavy hair, A cup breasts, and a really pretty smile and brown eyes. She wore a pretty one piece black suit with open stripes coming across her stomach, revealing some skin. The girl was taller than the first.
The commotion caused the man in the chair to sit up, smile and wave me over saying something like “Quit hogging her, want to see my southern belle!” The light brown haired one held my hand and dragged me over to the man. The two models in the pool both cheered and waved as we rushed by, the model getting her photos taken was still in focus mode, but I could see she gave me a look and wink with her eye.
We reached the man and he introduced himself saying, “Welcome to my home my southern beauty! I’m glad you agreed and could make the trip” He then asked if he could hug me which I shyly agreed. He was brief and surprisingly respectful, not grabbing or groping anything. I saw in the contract that he was allowed to do that, but maybe he still had a bit of chivalry in him. He spoke up again saying, “I see you have met Brooklyn (light brown hair) and Cadence, motioning at the two girls who greeted me. Brooklyn here has worked with Victoria’s Secret and Playboy. Cadence has done some work with dance teams and modeled for some clothing brands at Target.
I didn’t realize these girls were like legit-legit. He then started to move towards the pool where the other two girls had made their way to the ledge and were resting their arms up on it. This blonde beauty on the left is Nora and this spicy Latina is the lovely Lucia. They both waved saying hello and I did the same. Both girls got out of the water and walked towards their own chairs to get towels. Nora was wearing a red two piece, pretty simple bikini. Her hair was a short blonde which was just down to her shoulders. Kinda reminded me of Leslie Knope's Hair style from Parks and Rec. Nora had maybe B or small C cup breasts but maybe had one of the biggest butts amongst the girls. It was so big and jiggly it made me instinctively look at my own butt in comparison. I work out six days a week and have made great progress on my figure and like my butt, but I had to admit, she had everyone beat. Lucia had more of a frizzy long black-haired look, also featuring a cup size similar to Nora. She wore a sort of shiny silver two piece swimsuit. It was one of those tops where it only wraps around one shoulder, very expensive looking. Once they rejoined the first pair of girls I was introduced to I realized, they too were taller than me but not as tall as Brooklyn and Cadence, maybe 5’9’’ or 5’8’’.
I don’t remember much about what Mr. James had to say about Nora and Lucia, but from what I remember, Nora was a model from Europe, Sweden or Finland I think? And Lucia was a model from Panama and both had moved to L.A. to do more modeling gigs in the U.S. Mr. James then motioned his arm towards the final girl, the one still in the middle of a photoshoot. She had long red hair, longer than any other girl there. She had it put up in a high ponytail that still looked plenty long. She was leaning on a pool bench with an inflatable beach ball in her hands. She was wearing what looked like a very revealing baby blue bikini. She had probably the biggest breast size of the five girls, being close to a D cup. I was kinda shocked I had the biggest at a DD but felt nice knowing I wasn’t alone in the big booby club.
“Oh yes sorry, that over there is Sophie. She’ll join us in a moment, she’s hopefully wrapping up that shoot in a moment.” Said Mr. Jones as he turned his back to her and started to face me again. With introductions of the other girls out of the way, he implored me to introduce myself to both him and the girls. “Oh okay well, I’m Stephanie…what else do I share?” I said awkwardly trying not to buckle under the pressure. Cadence rubbed her hand along my back, in an attempt to soothe me, “Tell us where you're from, what you do for a living, how long you’ve been a model, and how Mr. James found you and we didn’t haha” Said Cadence. I perked up and started to share more, “Well, I’m from Dallas, Texas born and raised. I work as a tech consultant but I have a second job where I work as a…bondage model and bondage…escort?” The girl's eyes widened, not with shock but with curiosity and excitement. I continued saying, “I wouldn’t say I have been a model like you guys have been, I’m much more amateur and only known in like the DFW area by people on a kink services website. The only reason Mr. James found me was because…well I don’t know how he found me in particular but I guess he knows the business owners I work for.”
The girls, in a sort of comedy fashion, all turned their heads towards Mr. James, who in turn, shrugged his shoulders saying, “I know a lot of people in a lot of different businesses, this little blue bonnet here is just my newest project as well as your new kinky modeling coach. All of the girls, including myself, let out an audible ‘huh?!” as he belly laughed at the scene he caused. “Look, 2025 is going to be the year of the snake, and what better way then to sell some great photos and videos than summer sun and kinky fun!” Nora spoke up saying, “It’s winter!” Mr. James laughed again explaining that most of the pinups and photos wouldn't be released until summer and now was the best time to front load. Plus he wanted to get a 2025 or 2026 calendar ready now, get ahead of the curve as he called it.
I raised my hand awkwardly at my side and asked what he meant by a kinky modeling coach. The rest of the girls nodded their heads in agreement, while Sophie had joined our group to figure out what was going on. Mr James asked us to come inside to the media room of the villa and he’d show us exactly what he meant. The girls and I followed him, through a set of double doors near the pool, leading to a lobby-ish style room with a media room adjacent. We walked in and all the girls got comfy quickly, Mr. James encouraged me to find a spot on a big love seat bean bag towards the front of the room, closest to the screen. Once we were all seated, the screen came to life with what looked like a gallery of kinky bondage modeling photos. Most of the photos looked like test shots and pre-edited photos. The girls looked attentive and maybe a little confused.
Mr. James finally spoke up, “Right now, kink is selling. Now I’m not going to get in the weird stuff, but some of this stuff is hot and people can't get enough. Something especially naughty coming out of my collection could do big numbers for those in the business. I want you girls with the addition and assistance of Stephanie here, to show you just how much fun and profitable this side of the sex world can be. Just then, to my utter surprise and embarrassment, the screen transitioned to photos taken from my profile on The Site. The photos were some of the tamer ones, ones where I am in cosplay, getting stage-abducted, tied up, in all sorts of poses and frames. I curled up into a little ball on my bean bag, too afraid to look any of the girls in the eyes.
“God Damn Stephanie, you’re hot as shit!” Yelled Brooklyn from her seat. “Yo look at the way her boobs pop out in the ropes! They look huge, how’d they do that?!” Lucia was basically pointing and bouncing in her seat while she complimented my boobs for what felt like an eternity. The girls were all now commenting, showering me with questions and compliments, I was redder than I have ever been in my whole life. The screen finally moved away from the photos of me and Mr. James had turned off the projector. “Glad you girls are coming around!” he said while trying to get us to quiet down. “Stephe, mind doing a photoshoot, show the girls just what we are looking for?”
I said okay, not knowing exactly what to expect. We walked across the hall in the lobby looking area into a large room that was clearly converted into a photo studio. There was a large bed in the center, angled at the corners of the room, covered in white silk sheets. There were white lacy drapes behind it and plenty of different shaped white pillows. Mr. Jones handed me a paper bag with an outfit inside. “We took the liberty of taking your measurements from the paperwork you signed before leaving the States. This outfit is now yours, please step into the dressing room and my assistance will help you get it on. The girls and I will return when you are ready to show them some business.
The girls all wished me good luck with some even petitioning to do my hair and makeup. I was guided to a side room off the main room where two female staff were waiting. I removed the outfit from the bag while both women began getting me out of my bathing suit. I yelped at first but both assured me they were just speeding up the process. The outfit was pure black latex. Long gloves that climbed halfway up my forearms, thigh high socks that climbed my upper thigh, and a one piece top that wrapped around my neck, exposing my shoulders. The whole outfit was very tight, squeezing my thighs, butt, and boobs to their near limit. They two assistants then began spraying me with something and rubbing it all over me, making the latex really shine and glimmer.
They barely touched my makeup, only adding black eye shadow and very red lipstick. They had me wear black latex looking heeled pumps and a black choker on my neck. Once I was all ready they told me to reenter the room to proceed with the shoot. I exited and the girls and Mr. James was nowhere to be found. Instead, it was the small photo team getting set up. One of them, a man, rolled over a cart in front of me with several bondage props. Leather cuffs, an assortment of bite gags, ball gags, and tape gags in a variety of sizes and colors. Some other kink props lined the table too, but I instinctively went with a black ball gag and the cuffs. One of the assistants from earlier had approached me and offered to help me put on the props. I agreed and she helped with my hair as I applied the gag, she then helped secure the cuffs to my wrists. She did it lightly and I shook my head and through my gag said “nuh uh” or more likely ‘Mmm mm’, She asked what was wrong and I shook my wrists trying to say ‘tighter’. Somehow she understood and secured the straps tighter which felt more like I was used to.
I moved towards the bed and waited to be directed by the photographer. He asked me if I wanted to stand or lay on the bed for this part of the shoot, I pointed at the bed and he nodded while asking me to get on it. I did so and faced him, kneeling on the bed and waiting for further instructions. The photographer gave me several poses to try and get into. Most of them had me laying on my stomach or kneeling and holding my hands above and behind my back to show off my chest more. I didn’t even realize it but I was really getting into it and giving it my all. The photographer moved all around me, getting close ups and side profile shots. As we were starting to wind down, I had peered behind all the studio lights and noticed Mr. James and the girls were standing by the entrance. I didn’t want to break character or appear childish so I focused and continued posing.
When the photographer said this part of the shoot was a wrap. I sat on the bed with my legs curled to my side and began removing the cuffs on my own. The assistant was only halfway to me by the time I had uncuffed myself and began working on unbuckling the gag. The assistant brought a trey and I carefully placed the props on top. She handed me a hand towel and water bottle before carrying the items away. I stretched my jaw as the photographer shut down the studio lights leaving only some ambient lighting in the room. Mr. James slowly approached me with a slow clap and the girls followed him closely. Half of the girls gave me a look of impressment and the other seemed a bit surprised or maybe unsure of their feelings.
Mr. James stopped near the photographer’s computer to see the results and most of the girls crowded around him to see for themselves as well. Sophie and Cadence came over to me instead to check on me and from what it looked like, interrogate me as well. “You looked like you were having fun.” Said Sophie as she sat on the bed with me. “I know I looked a bit silly, but this is the kind of stuff I do so I tried my best to keep it real.” I said trying to sound cool and mature. Cadence let out a little chuckle as she too sat with me. It didn’t take long for both girls to poke and prod me, feeling the texture of my latex outfit and asking me more questions about the gags and my experience with bondage.
Eventually Mr. James and the girls joined us and the bombardment of questions and compliments hit me once again. I don’t remember everything asked or said but most of the girls were just so curious to try for themselves at one point before any shoot. Luckily it was early evening now and Mr. James preferred that we eat dinner and party before the next day. I had barely eaten anything all day so I was more than happy with taking a break and before more socializing.
A few hours later.
I returned to my room, it was maybe 10pm and most of the girls were still chatting and hanging out by the pool. I told them I was tired and would turn in soon. I got to my room and was curious about the PJ’s I was given and decided to try them on. They were what’s called a ‘night teddie’ I think and they were very sexy and very comfy. I don’t really wear silk or lacy, but these pajamas were a nice combination of them both and were very flattering.
Suddenly a knock at the door. I walked over and opened it, revealing Brooklyn. She asked me to join them in the guest house common room for girl talk. I agreed, not wanting to appear standoffish, and followed her down. When we arrived, Nora, Lucia, and Sophie were all there together. I asked where Cadence was and they’d said she’d already fallen asleep by the time they got to her room. Apparently she had a long photoshoot that morning and was not known to be a night owl.
I had taken a pillow with me from my room and plopped on my knees, placing the pillow on my lap to rest my hands. Sophie lounged on the couch with Nora at her feet sitting normally. Brooklyn sat at the adjacent rocking recliner with Lucia laying on her side on the floor near her. We formed a little circle without even meaning to try, but I guess us girls are good at that stuff.
We chatted mostly about silly things and career stories. Most of the girls had real modeling experience and tales, so I was just honored they’d share and let me in on them. Eventually, Sophie, with a bit of a mischievous tone, asked me to share my own experience. If I was comfortable of course.
I sat up, trying to think. I was trying to think of a way to describe my experiences in a way that didn’t sound as insane and taboo as they truly are. I chose a more subtle tale with a lot of embellishments to make it sound more appealing and interesting than risqué.
I basically described my services and the average experience I have while ‘on the job’. I have never had to describe these things in person. So I was a bit embarrassed and the girls had to encourage me to continue once or twice. After I was done, they had for what felt like the billionth time, too many questions to count. The most common question boiled down to “what does it feel like?”
Something clicked in my brain and I just blurted out, “I can show you, like let you feel it, if you want.” The room kinda fell silent. Then Sophie perked up saying, “You want to tie us up now? Do you even know how? Thought that was meant for you?” She said it in a joking manner, but there was a bit of seriousness in those questions.
I remembered seeing some nylon rope or maybe silk ribbons in my gift basket, I don’t know why, but I offered to bring them down and show them if they wanted. Nora and Brooklyn declined, but chose to watch. Sophie and Lucia were both willing to see what I had in mind. I went up to my room, dug through my gift basket, and sure enough, there were a few small bundles of red nylon rope. I took it back and showed the girls. Nora made a comment that her gift basket didn’t have anything similar and the other girls all agreed, saying they hadn’t either.
I guess Mr. James catered to my tastes specifically. I unbundled the rope and asked which one wanted to try. I could tell Lucia wanted too but was still a bit hesitant. Sophie said she would and got up from her spot. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt and blue pajama pants. They were a bit baggy, but her toned legs could be seen accenting her outfit by the way she walked.
Sophie sat down in front of me on the floor. She asked what she needed to do and I asked what she would like to try. She paused for a moment before saying, “do something common, something you’ve felt”. I have never tied anyone up in a long time and especially not with rope, but I’ve been tied up enough times that I can recognize the setup and process to an extent. I had Sophie turn around, having her back to me. I gently moved her arms and wrists behind her back, placing them in a vertical position before very lightly tying her wrists together. I tied it correctly but not too tightly as to make her uncomfortable.
Sophie would occasionally let out a very quiet moan, was she liking it or just adapting to the feeling? I took more rope and began wrapping it around her arms, asking permission to touch her in a way that I can tie everything correctly. I completed her rope harness and was pretty proud of myself. I checked with Sophie, asking her if she was in pain or uncomfortable.
Sophie sat in silence for a second, wriggling in her bondage and feeling the way the ropes pressed against her. She leaned back, placing herself in my arms, looked up at me and said, “if I weren’t straight, I’d ask you to take me right here and now” my face went red, I think I nearly passed out. The girls all crowded Sophie, taking a look at my handiwork. I told them not to touch or pull anything to avoid making it too tight. After a few short minutes, I untied Sophie.
It was very late now and we all decided to call it a night. I remember getting to my room, getting in bed and falling asleep harder than ever before. I vaguely remember having some ‘spicy’ dreams that night but for the most part, I slept like a baby.
Day two started just as I’d imagine it. Breakfast, pool shoots and lounging around with Mr. James eyes and hands all over us. He never did anything out of line, but he definitely saw us as his, which in a way, was a bit true. I’m used to being someone’s property so it didn’t bother me. Nora actually commented how easy it was for me to get used to his behavior but to me, he was the same as many others I’ve dealt with in the past.
I ended up doing a lot of poolside shoots with the girls. They were excellent in guiding me as I’d never done a normal swimsuit photoshoot before. For day two, I wore a one piece navy blue suit. It looked like a dress because it had a built-in skirt, the other girls all wore their skimpy bikinis of a variety of colors.
Just about after lunch time, Mr. James called for me and Lucia to do a duo shoot with some bondage themes and the likes. We were just in opposite lady underwear with me in black and her in white. A rigger came over to us and tied shibari ropes all around us, her ropes were blue and mine were red. We weren’t actually tied up per say but just dressed in ropes. We got to play with blindfolds, ropes that barely tied our wrists in front of us, chains, paddles, and collars. Though we just met the day before, the photographer directed us to embrace and touch each other in all sorts of ways. It took me a few more seconds than her to do it as intended but we were both girls so we adapted quickly.
Lucia is very pretty and she smelled like what could be described as vanilla. I’ve mentioned before that I am Bi, so being surrounded by gorgeous half naked women all day and treated like eye candy by all the men was like a perverts dream. My perverted dream.
After the shoot, by the time I had gotten back in my one piece swimsuit, Mr James intercepted me in the lobby space and asked me if I’d like to see something that would be more my speed. I asked what he meant but instead of answering, he simply waved me over to follow him. He walked me into the media room, the same one we were in where he showed us my gallery and other photos. Towards the far end of the room, close to the screen, was a large piece of the wall that I never noticed had an outline. Mr. James simply pressed lightly against the piece of the wall and it popped open.
Mr. James pulled the wall, revealing a staircase behind it. He waved me over again and had me go inside first. He then followed me in and closed the wall door behind him. I walked down the stairs, my sandals echoing the tight corridor as I turned the corner and continued moving down. I eventually reached the bottom and was met with a large room. It was a large living space. Couches and tables. Even a bar at the opposite side of me. Mr. James eventually caught up to me and pulled me over to the right side of the room, where a door sat. He opened the door and revealed what looked like a makeshift dungeon. Hooks, tables, chains, chairs, the whole shebang.
The thing that really set the room apart, was the jail cells that lined the side of the room. Inside were benched with padded mats on them. The keys to the cells dangled in a hook on the wall nearby. Before I had a good look at the room, Mr. James and his rigger from the shoot walked in and asked if I’d be interested in a filmed bondage session, one where not only I get to enjoy bondage but get paid a little extra for the shoot.
I perused the table of toys and bondage gear, noting the camera equipment in the opposite corner, closer to the door where Mr. James stood. And for some reason, I agreed.
I was given some privacy to change into an outfit more fitting of the shoot. My hair and makeup were still in from the previous shoot, so all I had to do was change clothes. The outfit provided was a simple two piece cheerleader outfit. It was royal blue with white trims and accents. It didn’t have any team name or numbers on it. I was also given some socks that matched.
I put on the outfit, trying to get my boobs into such a tight top, but I guess maximum cleavage was the point of this getup. They entered again and had me stand still as the rigger tied me up with a white rope. While I stood there as he worked on tying my legs, I asked what my role was and if I needed to do anything with my hair. Mr. James joked about making my hair into two tails but saw it was too short for that. Mr. James eventually began to ask my initial question and said that the idea would be that we enter the room with me having been kidnapped by some evil man who then places me in the cell to await my fate. I agreed, seeing as the roleplay was easy to follow.
The rigger continued tying me up, rather tightly for a change. He had my arms and hands tied vertically behind my back, plenty of rope for my harness and thighs. The rigger carried me over his shoulders back into the main room while the photographer came downstairs, walked past us and got the cameras set up in the dungeon room. The rigger placed on one of the couches while we waited with Mr. James standing behind and above me.
We chatted for a little while to pass the time but before I knew it, we were given the okay but the photographer to begin. Mr. James placed his hands on my shoulders before saying, “Break a leg kiddo, can’t wait to see the final result!” Before I could reply, he took a black piece of cloth and quickly pulled it into my mouth making a cleave gag. I let out a yelp through my gag and as Mr. James made his way up the stairs, the rigger picked me up and the words ‘action’ were called.
The rigger carried me into the dungeon with the photographer-now cameraman kept the shot on us. The rigger placed me down and pushed me up against the wall. I stayed in character, begging to be let go with pitiful moans and whimpers. The rigger removed my cleave gag, before taking the cloth and wadding it up and shoving it in my mouth. He then took some sort of black vet tape out of his jacket pocket and began wrapping it around my mouth, basically using the whole roll.
He then took the keys of the wall and opened the cell on the right, closest to us. I continued to beg and struggle but he grabbed me and forced me to hop my way into the cell. He placed me on my stomach on the bench and began hogtying me. I continued to kick and squirm but he kept me still and secured me tightly. He then closed the cell bar doors by sliding them before locking the door in place.
The rigger then left the room before leaving me with the cameraman. He shot multiple angles of me struggling and begging. This went on for about an hour. By then the cameraman stopped and the rigger returned to untie me. I kinda whined as the rigger untied me, not because I was in pain, but because I wanted to stay in my cell. I don’t know why, but I really liked being locked up in a proper cell like that.
Unfortunately I was let go and changed back into my swimsuit. I was escorted back upstairs and back to the pool. The girls asked where I’d disappeared to but Mr. James was already prepared with an excuse of “She was working for me! All done now?” I nodded and sat at the foot of his lounge chair. The rest of the evening was pretty simple. Towards the end of dinner I asked Mr. James if it was alright if I visited the dungeon when I had free time. He agreed, asking me to not touch any tech equipment or alcohol. I swore I would mind my manners down there. Before I could leave his side, he offered to let me spend some time down there, just the way I like.
I trembled a little just thinking about it and agreed to his proposal. A few hours passed and I knew for a fact everyone should have been asleep by now, I wore the silky pajamas I was gifted and sneakily made my way down to the pool and into the main house. I entered the media room and walked over to the wall. I did as Mr. James did and the wall popped open. I entered, making sure to close it behind me, down in the room by the bar was Mr. James. He was happy to see how much I enjoyed his new dungeon room and was hoping to get some feedback on what he could add or change.
He had some bondage equipment on the bar with him and asked if we could chat and indulge in some fun. Mr. James is maybe in his mid 50’s. Not a bad looking guy, decent build and weight. He was Hispanic but like Isabella, there was a bit of mixed race in his skin and voice. I didn’t want to ask because I thought that was rude of me. We chatted a lot while he slid me into cuffs for my ankles and an armbinder. I gave him legit critiques and ideas on how he could improve the space.
Once our conversation died down, he ordered me to open my mouth before placing a large panel gag in my mouth and bucking it behind my head. He attached a collar and leash and led me to the cells. He again placed me inside the same one I was in earlier before detaching the leash. He then asked if I wanted entertainment while I was kept in my temporary imprisonment. I nodded and he grabbed several vibrating beans and tape. He asked if he had permission to partially strip and touch me to attach all of them. I nodded, clearly embarrassed but curious to see what he’d do. He slipped off the bra of my nightie and taped two of the beans directly to my nippes and two were placed in my panties. He turned the wired remotes attached to all the beans to a medium-high setting. He then readjusted my outfit and locked me inside.
He told me he’d be at the bar, networking and drinking while I enjoyed myself. I was completely jolted and out of focus because of the vibrators, I didn’t even notice he left me all locked up. I squirmed and struggled, but all the belts and straps on me kept me secured. The only thing even remotely loose was my cuffed feet but locked in a cell, there wasn’t anywhere I could even go. I moaned loudly, knowing no one would hear me or discover me. For over an hour or two I stayed in that cell, kept quiet and still. I wanted to be freed but I also never wanted to be let go. Of course, all fun must come to an end and despite my horny protests, even Mr. James knew I couldn’t stay the night in my cell.
I didn’t want to be seen as too spoiled and finally let him release me. I thanked him for the time and went back to my room, sneaking back just like how I arrived. When I woke up, it was my final day in Mexico and I wanted to make the most of it, unfortunately most of it was non bondage related at least fit for me. The girls all had their own shoots with a slight bondage theme, nothing as extreme as me. I was delighted to note traditional photo shoots in bikinis, Mr. James wanted me to get more comfortable and experience. I didn’t mind it, I didn’t want to get too greedy.
Before I knew it, Ms. Isabella had approached us to pack our bags and get ready for departure towards the airport. We all did as we were told and began to pack and meet at the front of the property. Mr. James originally was going to join us on the plane ride home, but he said he had plans for the new years at the villa, so he’d stay behind. We said our thank yous and goodbyes and got in an SUV together and made our way to the plane. The plane ride home was longer as all the girls needed to be dropped off, so there were multiple stops. One is San Diego, then L.A., then finally my stop in DFW.
I had an Uber waiting for me close to the airfield and they took me home. I was pretty quiet on that car ride home. Maybe I was tired? Maybe I was still
Coming to terms with that trip and all that I experienced? The Uber took me all the way home, I got back into my apartment, I plopped down on the couch and just stared at the blank tv in front of me.
“Next time, that man better kidnap me for the next trip.”