“Ready to go sweetie?”

Jenna turned towards her mom who stood in the doorway. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a second.”

The 19 year old turned back towards the makeup mirror and finished up before smiling. She wore a black tank top, jeans and heeled ankle booties and was preparing for her first modelling session. One of her friends had recommended this photographer that worked with a wide variety of models, both experienced and inexperienced and thought it would be a good way to start a career on the side.

She was certainly pretty enough to do so. With mixed heritage, her Eurasian features and caramel coloured hair did attract a lot of attention from the boys. Satisfied with her look, she grabbed a small duffle bag off of the bed that contained a couple changes of clothes before heading downstairs to where her mom was waiting by the door. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail to show her graceful Asian features and she wore a deep purple turtleneck sweater, black pants and black chelsea boots. “Let’s get going, don’t want to be late for your first shoot.” She smiled at Jenna.

The studio was in a quiet part of town up on the second floor of a building. Despite having done some shoots with friends before, a professional photographer was very different and Jenna found herself talking more than usual to her mom on the drive over and as they walked up the stairs to the studio door. Jenna stopped in front of the door and took a couple deep breaths, getting a reassuring pat from her mom before she entered.

Inside was a reception room. It was cozy, well lit with a reception desk, several chairs and numerous frames of images hanging on the wall, likely shots that came from the studio itself.  Jenna spent a few minutes admiring some of the photos, noting the wide range of models and types of shoots. She was looking at a picture of a woman doing a yoga pose on a rock with the sun in the background when one of the doors opened and a man emerged.

“Hi, are you Jenna? I’m Stephen, the photographer.”

He had a bright smile and Jenna shook his hand. “Yes that’s me.”

Stephen turned his attention to her mother. “Sorry, I didn’t realize someone was coming with her today. You are?”

Jenna’s mom stepped forward to introduce herself. “I’m Sarah, her mother.”

They shook hands. “Always wonderful to see a parent come support a child for a photoshoot, right this way please the studio is set up in the back.”

He led them back through the door that he came in, into a large room with a couple sets set up. One was a couch and coffee table like a living room, while the other was a set of solid backgrounds on three sides. Additional doors led to other parts of the studio, but those were closed for now. A few wardrobes were set up along one wall and studio lights filled the room. Jenna whistled when she saw everything. “Wow, quite a setup you have here.”

Stephen shot a grin her way. “Professionalism pays off, especially in the industry first impressions are super important.”

Jenna glanced down self consciously at her outfit, which Stephen noticed. “Hey don’t worry, it’s your first time. Kim told me about you and everything so this’ll be an introductory shoot for you.”

She took a deep breath and got an encouraging smile from her mom before stepping forward. “I’ve only ever done shots with friends with cameras, so give me everything.”

Jenna set her bag down on one of the dressers and stepped onto the tarp. Stephen pulled one of the large cameras off of its tripod before he began calling out directions. Jenna spent the next 15 minutes adjusting her body, her hair, her smile, holding different props, and also being absolutely blinded by the flashing lights. There were a few breaks to allow her to blink spots out of her eyes, with sympathetic glances from both adults in the room but she steeled herself and nodded to keep going. She held a couple of props, at one point a guitar, another time her phone as Stephen snapped away. He also paused a few times to explain the reasoning for something or give her a tip on how she handled herself under the camera and Jenna really appreciated he was taking the time to coach a novice like her. He sprinkled the tips throughout the first shoot, talking easily as he switched the backgrounds before going right back behind the camera. She was impressed at how efficient he was, noting how he moved around the set with impressive grace and was precise with everything he did. A huge contrast to when she would go out with friends to a park or something to take shots.

She was directed into a side room twice to change outfits. The room turned out to be another photo set replicating a bedroom. Tossing her duffle bag onto the bed, she hurriedly changed outfits and got back into the main room to continue shooting. First time she changed into a plaid skirt, blouse and stockings and kept her ankle boots, second time she switched to a cropped long sleeve top, leggings and lace up knee boots.

She walked back out the second time to her mom and Stephen laughing over something that was just said. “Sorry.” Stephen said catching his breath as he looked her up and down. “Let’s get back to it.”

The rest of the shoot passed without incident, Stephen continued to snap photos and give tips as Jenna really fell into the rhythm of the shoot. Eventually, he put the camera down. “Well that’s a wrap, any questions you had for me?”

Jenna had one burning question in the back of her mind and gathered up the courage to finally ask about it. “Yeah, uhhh, I saw some pictures of girls tied up in the other room.” Jenna said. “Do you do a lot of bondage modelling here?”

Stephen looked embarrassed. “Sorry, I forgot that room was the one with the bondage pictures. Uhhhh, yeah I do a fair bit of that. Why?

“I just thought it was interesting.”

Stephen looked at her a little longer. “You want to try it, don’t you.”

Jenna blushed as her mom looked in her direction. “Maybe?”

Stephen turned to her mother but her mother waved her hands. “She’s an adult and can make her own decisions. If she wanted to drop out and become a stripper I’d probably buy her an outfit to start out with.”

He looked surprised. “Your husband wouldn’t mind?”

Her mom shook her head. “He’s been gone for some time, it’s just the two of us now.”

“I’m so sorry. My condolences and sorry for bringing it up.”

Her mom waved it away. “Don’t worry, it was long ago.”

Stephen nodded and walked over to a wardrobe against one of the walls and unlocked it before opening it up. Inside was a collection of items that Jenna vaguely recognized from her adventures on the internet, but her attention was then drawn to the coils of rope that he pulled out of the closet and walked over to her with. “Here, touch the rope, see what you think.”

Jenna reached out and held the rope. It wasn’t coarse like she had been expecting, in fact it was quite the opposite. It was soft to touch, almost silky in a way. “Feel harsh?” He asked.

“No not at all.” Jenna admitted. “It’s really soft, almost comfortable.”

“I do this with anyone new to bondage, so that you know it’s safe and won’t be painful. It’ll be strict, but shouldn’t hurt if done right.”

He uncoiled the rope and doubled it up. “You ready for this?”

Jenna couldn’t deny she felt her heart quicken as she looked at the rope before nodding her head. “If I’m going to try, best that it’s a professional.”

“There is a lot of safety in that, yes. Please put your hands behind you and hold your elbows in your hands.”

Jenna turned, presenting her back to him and arranged her arms in a U position. She let out a slight gasp as he gripped her wrists and pulled them upwards, causing her wrists to cross before the first rope wrapped around them. He wrapped rope several times around her wrists before he fed it under one armpit, around the back of her neck and underneath the other side to create a strict rope harness. Jenna realized she really liked the way the semi-helpless feeling she got from the way the rope tightened around her body. Her legs were still free to do as she pleased, but her upper body was now securely tied up. He finished wrapping some more around her arms and wrists before knotting it off and taking a step back. “How does it feel?”

Jenna turned and tested her bonds. The rope harness held her snugly and her wrists were trapped behind her in their crossed position. “Wow, you’re right I really can’t move in this.”

She felt herself getting more turned on by her situation and tried to hide it by walking around a bit, getting used to the feeling of not having access to her arms. Both her mom and Stephen watched her with amused expressions as she stopped in front of the full length mirror and turned to admire herself. The way her arms basically disappeared from the frontal view was interesting, and she also noticed that the position forced her breasts out a little more into her top. “Want some pictures as a sample?” Stephen asked after a moment.

Jenna nodded and walked back over to the tarp, where Stephen began circling around her as she tried to not show how excited she was at the concept of being tied up. She tried some pouting and sad faces before struggling and squirming against the ropes. She was impressed at how well they held, and realized it really did make it easier for the photoshoot since she didn’t have to figure out what to do with her arms, it was already done for her.

Stephen paused the picture taking to hook his camera up to a laptop on the table to show some of the pictures. Jenna’s eyes popped as she saw the pictures of herself with rope wrapped around her body, accentuating her figure and making her helpless. “W-wow.” She stuttered as she stared at the images.

“Quite the different look isn't it." Stephen grinned. "Let’s do some more.”

He changed up the set, having her sit on a stool and pose in various ways, making happy faces and distressed faces at the camera. After a few minutes, he set the camera down and glanced over at her mom. “Mom... Sarah sorry, would you like to try?”

Jenna noticed her mom had been watching intently the entire time and seemed to be shaken out of a daze by the question. “Uhhhh…” She said intelligently, causing Jenna to giggle.

Stephen raised his hands. “I won’t take pictures or anything without consent I promise. You just seem rather interested.”

“You want to try it Mom?” Jenna asked with a laugh, turning and shaking her bound arms towards her mom.

Her mom looked like she was contemplating it. But she hesitated a couple times. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” Jenna said brightly.

That did her in. “Ok, sure.”

Stephen went over to the side to get another coil of rope and gestured for her to turn around. Her mom fidgeted nervously, glancing at both Stephen and Jenna before complying. “Oh sorry, can you take off your jewelry? It might hurt if you keep that on.”

Sarah brought her hands back in front of her to inspect her bracelets and rings. “I didn’t even think about that, one second.”

While her mom went back to her purse, Jenna flopped down on the couch and squirmed a little to get comfortable. “Holding up ok?” Stephen asked her as he laid a couple of ropes out on the coffee table.

“Yeah. It’s strict but comfortable. I feel fine.”

“Ok good so I can leave you in that for another couple hours.”

She giggled in response as her mom walked back over, shaking her arms a little before taking a deep breath. “Ok now I’m ready.”

Like her daughter, Sarah’s arms were pulled behind her in a U and bound in a boxtie. It wasn’t a hammerlock style like Jenna’s, instead he wrapped ropes around her upper arms and tied them around in front, wrapping more rope around her forearms to pin them together and keep her elbows in her hands. “I’m going to wrap rope above and below your breasts, are you ok with your hands going near your breasts?”

Jenna watched as her mom nodded. “Thank you for asking first too.” She said as he began wrapping rope around her chest, alternating above and below her breasts before tying it all off.

The ropes forced her chest out, stretching her turtleneck sweater over her breasts. “Oh my.”

“Better than a push up bra could ever do.” Jenna giggled.

Stephen stepped back to allow the two women to explore their bondage a little more. Sarah kept trying to look over her shoulder at the ropes binding her hands as her fingers fluttered in the air. Jenna couldn’t stop herself from smiling as her mom turned around like a dog chasing its tail.

Jenna laughed as she walked over to her mom and bumped her breasts against hers. Her mom responded with mock outrage and chased her daughter in a circle around the couch as Stephen snapped a few photos. Sarah then flopped down onto the couch to catch her breath. “Ok wow give me a minute here.” She said as she flexed against the ropes again.

“Hm this gives me an idea. Jenna, can you sit down on the couch? I’ll tie your legs together.”

“Is this where you make me entirely helpless and kidnap me?”

Stephen laughed. “If I really wanted to make you helpless, there would be a lot more rope and a gag on top of that to keep you quiet.” He grinned. “If you’d like to try bondage modelling for me you’re more than welcome to.”

Jenna glanced at her mother. “Don’t look at me.” She said. “I’d rather you don’t enter the pornography industry, but maybe Stephen can make arrangements to keep your identity hidden. You are an adult after all.”

“You’re probably the first parent I’ve ever heard say that.” Stephen said as he pulled out some more lengths of rope.

He knelt down in front of her and crossed her ankles before wrapping rope around them. Cinching them off, he moved up her legs to above her knees and tied another set of ropes there. Jenna tested the ropes, noting how secure it was without biting into her legs. Her boots squeaked as they rubbed against each other as she squirmed around on the couch. “I usually rub my boots like this when I’m sitting down as a fidget, but now it’s a forced thing.” She grinned. “Sexy.”

Jenna flexed her legs as her mom watched her daughter shift and wiggle in the rope bindings. “One last part of the bondage.” Stephen said as he pulled out a roll of duct tape. “A gag.”

Jenna nodded, knowing that this was coming. “Press your lips together.” He said as he tore off a long strip of tape and smoothed it across her mouth.

Jenna pulled her head back but Stephen shook his head. “Wait, one strip isn’t enough.”

He plastered another 5 strips across her face, covering the bottom half of her face in a silver muzzle. She found she could still hum and make some throaty sounds but otherwise she was rendered mute. Her mom laughed. “I always thought she talked too much. Now I know what to do next time to shut her up!”

Jenna glared at her mom over the tapegag and let a mmph of contempt before she settled back against the cushions of the couch. Stephen joined her mom in laughing before he brought out the camera and took several photos of her from multiple angles before showing them to her on the screen. Jenna couldn’t believe that it was her on the screen, the combination of the way the ropes altered her chest and the helpless look she was giving over the gag made her feel very excited. “Think you look good?” Stephen asked.

Jenna gave an enthusiastic nod of her head. “You definitely look fantastic.” He said before showing the pictures to her mom.

Her mom glanced between Jenna and the camera before nodding. “You do look quite hot dear.”

“Do you want to try this as well? I could add some more rope and take some for you to take home, a memento if this day.”

Jenna’s mom seemed to look a little worried, but then nodded her head after some hesitation. “Ok sure.”

“Sure, just follow me to the next room there’s a bed there I think would look great for you.”

Sarah awkwardly stood up from the couch since her arms were bound and stumbled slightly before regaining her balance. Flashing a smile to Jenna, she followed Stephen through a door into the next room. Stephen closed the door behind him, closing Jenna off from them. With her ankles crossed and bound, she wasn’t going anywhere. Gagged as she was she couldn’t have asked to be released either.

She settled back into the cushions of the couch and wriggled around some more, enjoying the helpless feeling. Her boots continued to squeak as she flexed her legs but the ropes were securely tied and there was no slack anywhere at all. After a few minutes, Stephen returned through the door and walked over to her. “This might sting a bit.” He said before slowly peeling the tape off of her mouth.

“Blegh.” Jenna worked her mouth as it was finally freed.

“Water?” Stephen offered.

“Yes please.”

He held a bottle to her lips and she greedily drank half of it down. “Your mother looks great by the way, why don’t you come join her in the bedroom set?”

“Sure, although I can’t exactly walk or hop my way over there.” She answered with a glance down at her bound legs.

Stephen nodded and knelt down to untie her ankles. “I can’t believe how comfortable this is.” She said as her ankles were freed.

“It’s only if you do it right, bad rope tying could result in blood circulation problems or real discomfort.”

“How’d you get so good at tying women up?” Jenna asked.

Stephen grinned. “Lots and lots of practice. Here, let’s see you walk with your legs hobbled.” He suggested, holding up the rope that was just used on her.

He loosely bound her recently freed ankles with about a foot of slack between them. “There, try this.”

Jenna stood up and immediately almost toppled over when she tried to move her legs further than the ropes allowed. She let out a surprised yelp as she toppled forward but was saved by Stephen grabbing a hold of her arm. “Thank you.” She gasped.

With her arms bound, she would have had no way of saving herself if she had fallen to the floor. It turned her on that she was reduced to such a helpless state that she had to rely on someone else despite her partial freedom in being able to walk in tiny steps. “I’ve always had an interest in bondage.” Jenna confessed as she slowly made her way across the room. “I’ve just never been able to explore any of it, and then I saw the pictures in that room with all the other girls and something just kind of snapped inside of me and I wanted to try…”

She trailed off, surprised at the smile on Stephen’s face. “You’d be surprised how many times I’ve heard that from girls.” He told her. “A lot of those pictures were the first time those models were in any sort of bondage.”

Jenna took a moment to digest that as they reached the door. “Ah crap the door handle is hard when your hands are tied.”

“No worries.” Stephen said as he opened the door and gestured grandly. “Ladies first.”

“Thanks.” She said as she shuffled through the door.

Jenna got just inside the door before she took in the sight in front of her and froze. “MOM!”

Her mom was on the bed alright. But now she was very strictly bound and gagged. Her boxtie had been undone and now her arms were welded behind her at the wrists and elbows in a classic position. More rope formed a harness around her upper body, forcing her breasts out and trapping her arms against her back. Her muffled warning was unintelligible due to a harness muzzle gag that filled her mouth and covered the lower half of her face with a panel. A short length of rope connected her wrist bonds to her ankles, pulling her into a hogtie and to top it all off, a leather collar was wrapped around her throat and leashed to the bedframe by a chain.

Jenna had stood frozen in the doorway, staring at her mom as Sarah frantically mmphed into her gag for her daughter to run. Instead, she felt a hand against her back and was shoved forward. She screamed as she fell, trying to regain her balance but her hobble prevented it from happening. With her arms bound behind her, she had no way to stop her fall and closed her eyes as the floor rushed towards her. The impact stunned her and in a flash, Stephen was on top of her with a second muzzle gag in his hand. Jenna briefly caught a glimpse of red before the rubber ball on the inside of the leather panel was stuffed into her mouth, muffling her cries. Seated on her lower back, he secured the straps methodically. “I’m sure you’ve now realized, this is more than a photography shoot.” He said, his voice suddenly menacing.

Jenna squirmed underneath Stephen, but already bound and gagged she was helpless. The best she could do was kick around with her booted feet, although the hobble severely limited how hard her kicks were and he barely seemed to notice. “You know, most girls I do this to have to be encouraged into the bondage. Takes some convincing, money offers, sometimes they still refuse and then it gets ugly. But you two, hell it was easy. A couple of ropes and you sluts were basically begging to be bound and gagged.”

Jenna’s mom shouted something in protest but her gag did an excellent job of blocking it. Jenna felt her jaw beginning to ache from the size of the ball that was forced into her mouth but she had no way of alleviating the stress. Her legs continued to kick but Stephen then turned around and grabbed her ankles, undoing the hobble rope before quickly tying them side by side. With her knees already bound, her legs were now a single limb that he pulled towards her bound arms and roped off to her harness. A leather collar was buckled around Jenna’s slim neck to complete her bondage as Stephen stood up to admire his handiwork. “Don’t go anywhere ladies.” He said with a wink as he walked out and closed the door.

The thump of the door closing immediately triggered Jenna to struggle as hard as she could. Her mom also writhed on the bed, but her weakening struggles showed that she was losing hope of escape rather quickly. The hogtie put a lot of strain on her back and her fingers fluttered around uselessly as Jenna struggled and writhed in an attempt to locate a knot of some kind, but Stephen hadn’t been kidding that he had lots of practice as every rope was expertly tied and knots placed out of reach. It dawned on Jenna that a lot of his practice must have been from tying up unwilling girls. Maybe they were models that came here for glamour photos and were tricked into bondage. Those girls likely never returned home, and Jenna had a sick feeling that she and her mother were about to find out where all those other girls went.

She whimpered as the door opened again and Stephen re-entered, wheeling a trolley with two large hard-shell cases that looked like they would contain photography equipment, but given the size and the fact that the room currently held two hogtied women, Jenna knew there was a much more sinister purpose. Her fears were confirmed as he moved one of the cases onto the floor and opened it.

The inside of the case was all black foam with a large cutout that looked big enough for a person, contorted uncomfortably into a ball shape. “We’ll start with mother dearest. Show your daughter just exactly what is in store for her. I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting someone else today, but I won’t say no to more merchandise.

Stephen walked over and pulled out a switchblade. “Now, you behave Sarah, or your daughter might get some new facial scarring.”

Her mom’s eyes were wide as he sawed through the hogtie rope. Rolling her onto her side and bringing her knees up, Stephen brought out another coil of rope and wrapped it around the back of her neck and underneath her knees, folding her body and squeezing her breasts against her thighs. Another rope was tied between her ankles and wrists, binding her tightly into a compact ball. Sarah squeaked into her gag as the rope dug in between her buttcheeks and a leather blindfold cut off all of her vision. “Nicely packed up. Now in you go.”

Grunting with effort, he lifted Jenna’s mom off of the bed by the ropes around her body and carefully laid her down inside the case on her side. Her bound body fit perfectly into the foam cutoff, limiting the space she had to shift around and additional luggage straps were wrapped around her body to prevent absolutely any movement. The crate must be completely soundproofed as well. Her mom’s gagged screams and cries were instantly cut off when Stephen slammed the lid shut and clicked the latches into the locked position and sealed her inside the case.

Jenna sobbed into her gag as the case was pushed up onto its side and then placed on the trolley. Stephen let out a sigh as he placed the case down. “Wow, that was heavier than I was expecting. Now let’s get you all set to go princess.”

The second case was opened to reveal the same foam insert and Jenna finally felt all of her panic give way and she screamed and struggled with all her might. “Shut up!” Stephen shouted as he pinned her head against the floor and held the blade in front of her eyes. “Another sound out of you and this goes into your skin. I’d hate to mar a beauty like you, but you have to be taught manners somehow.”

Jenna sobbed and nodded her head, tears freely flowing as she was cut out of her hogtie and prepared the way her mother had been. Ropes around her neck and knees crushed her generous breasts and she squealed at the rope that connected her wrists to her ankles. The top strap of her gag was undone to allow for the leather blindfold to descend across her eyes, cutting off her vision before the strap was rebuckled to secure the blindfold in place and she felt herself get picked up and placed inside the case. Jenna sobbed, knowing her mother had no idea what was happening outside of her own little prison and very soon, she would join her being isolated from the world as the luggage straps were wrapped around her to pin her down inside the case. As the case clicked shut, sealing her fate, Jenna wondered why she had let her curiosity get the better of her at this damn photoshoot. A side career in modelling...yeah right.