Just Three Hours · Part 1 (1/2)
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Jessica had a nice figure, no two ways about it. And she couldn't meet her debt payments, no two ways about it either. So she reviewed her options for the umpteenth time. To ask her parents was out of the question. They had already bled themselves dry to help finance her studies, she couldn't possibly ask for more. Banks and finance companies were out, as were credit cards: she was already maxed out.
So what was a girl to do? Jessica was not given to being "easy", accepting gifts or even more for her "favors", so that, even though she knew full well that a number of her classmates had gone down that route, there was no way she would emulate them.
The problem was the recession. In all prior years, every graduate had found a job immediately, which is what she had expected to be able to do as well, in which case she would have been fine. But now prospects of finding a job within the finance industry were nil, and she was stuck. She had already recieved notices that, if she didn't pay up at least her arrears, within days she would be listed as a deadbeat throughout the US financial system, and to rebuild from there took years without any possibility of borrowing.
She absentmindedly typed "make money" on Google, and looked at the hundreds of responses. Ads all claiming that making money was easy, effortless, guaranteed..
But one ad caught her eye. Modeling, open to beginners, well paid, and a phone number.
"No way" thought Jessica, there must be a catch. Porn, or worse, no doubt. But that did not solve her problem. "What harm is there is one phone call?", just in case this happened to be legit…
She called, and was told that the ad was for a good-looking girl interested in making money. How much? 500$ a day, with the first day guaranteed even if the trial proved unsuccessful. And yes, it was the movie industry, "but not mainstream, you understand". No, not porn, just not mainstream. "Why don't you come and see for yourself?"
Why indeed?, thought Jessica. Again, what did she have to lose? She had time on her hands, was indeed good-looking, and definitely interested in making money. And 500$ almost guaranteed was nothing to be ignored. She took down the adress and was there by 3 pm.
There the woman who had answered the phone let her know exactly what the ad was about: kinky movies. No, it was not sex, in any form, nor was it about sex. Various scenarios might involve various levels of undress, but total nudity, or even partial could be excluded by contrat. Of course, such exclusions would reduce the opportunities, but that would be her choice.
What exactly was to be understood under "kinky movies"? asked Jessica. She wasn't exactly innocent, not being an uninhibited cheerleader having just graduated, but this was more than just casual talk, and she needed specifics.
Rather than explain, the woman told her to browse the on-line catalogue of movies, and preview them. There Jessica saw for herself what was being discussed: latex-clad girls, tied-up girls, girls in uniforms, girls being tormented and whipped, and on, and on…
"No way", thought Jessica again. Until she thought again about her debts. How bad could it be to do a shoot of a few minutes? After all, surely this was all for show, torture, real torture was not allowed, right? So she asked the woman: "how could I be sure that nothing happens to me that I wouldn't want or that I couldn't take?"
"Simple enough. You get a safeword, and when you utter it, the actions stops immediately. Only, of course, if you can "take" more, it makes for a more intense movie, and you stand a better chance of working more."
"And is there a way I could avoid my face being all over the Internet?"
Well, yes, at least in the beginning. We could select a script where you would wear a full-face hood. So it would have to be a bondage movie. For whipping scenes, our viewers like to see the facial expressions".
Bondage? To be tied up? Jesssica thought about it, and the lure of 500$ was strong. "How long does a shooting last?"
"Normally, about 3 hours for a 10-minute clip. 45 minutes to get you prepared, 2 hours shooting itself, then maybe 15 minutes to finish up. That is an average of course. Some actresses need more time to get it together, others less. And, if things are going really well, the director may decide to extend the shooting into a longer clip".
Jessica was already thinking that, in 3 hours she would have 500$ in her pocket, which would relieve the pressure on her finances. How bad could three hours be? Plus, of course, she would have a safeword. So she said that, yes, she would like to sign up for a 10-minute bondage movie and 500$.
The woman gave Jessica a long contract to sign, which, contrary to everything she had ever been taught, she hardly read. She was more intent on getting the money and out of there in 3 hours than on anything that might cause a delay or risk her not getting paid. So she signed, thinking: what's the point, let's get it over with!
The woman told her that the director actually had some free time on his hands now so that she wouldn't have to wait for preparations.
The moment Jessica saw that the director in question was a woman who introduced her self as Jean, she felt better. Jean lead her to a changing room, and told her to strip while she read the details of hat Jessica had signedup for. Bondage, head covered, first timer…
"Not to worry, Jessica, I have done many first-time-shoots. I know you are nervous, but it will be just fine. Don't forget, it is just cinema, not real. To make you more comfortable this first time, I will do the rigging myself."
"Rigging?" "That is what we call tying up. I will do the rigging rather than had you over to one of my male riggers. But that means that you will have to adapt to my style. I am not a shibari specialist." "Shibari? " "That is elaborate Japanese rope bondage. Never mind, just do as I tell you and all will be fine."
"OK, let's start with this hood". Jean held up a leather hood for Jessica, and slowly put it on her, adjusting for the eye and mouth holes to fit. Jessica drew in her beath as she felt Jean tighten the laces down the back of her head.
"Do you have to make it this tight?" "Yes, otherwise it creases, but don't worry, it will settle down and you will feel the pressure easing soon."
Jessica already felt somewhat helpless, with her hearing impaired by the tight leather covering her ears, her reduced field of vision through the small eyeholes, her limited breathing through the mouth and noseholes, the stiffness in her neck induced by the laced collar part of the hood.
She saw Jean come forward with a mass of black leather that looked like a sleeping bag, with lots of buckles and gleaming D-rings. "This is called a sleepsack. It is the most comfortable restraint we have. Bondage lovers actually enjoy spending the night cocooned in them. You see, I am going easy on you. Now of course, in this instance, comfortable does not equate with escapable. One they are in, they are not coming out without help".
The sleepsack looked intimidating indeed to Jessica. And the idea of not being able to get out unless Jean helped. On the other hand the fact that people could comfortably spend a full night in it made her 3 hours look easy. Besides, she thought, as I will be covered in leather she won't be able to whip me or touch me in any way, which allayed her fears.
Jean laid the sleepsack down on the mat, and unfolded its sleeping bag shape. She gestured for Jessica to get in.
The leather was far thicker than Jessica would have thought. More like motorcycle leather than supple clothing. She slid her legs down the bottom of the sack. Jean held out side pockets where she was told to put her arms. She found that these pockets were actually sleeves, but that they were stitched to the body of the bag, so that her arms were now welded to it.
Jean then took hold of a zipper at the foot of the bag, and slowly drew it upwards, careful not to let the zipper catch Jessica's skin, and closing the sleepsack. Once the zipper was up all the way, Jessica felt more than she saw Jean take hold of a collar and buckle it closed. She felt Jean working some more and heard a "click".
"That, dear is a padlock I used to make sure the collar stays closed and the zip puller locked to the collar, so that you can't wiggle it down. Now struggle, please. That will let your body get comfortable in the sleepsack before I lace it and buckle it down. That will ensure that there are no creases that could be painful over time."
Doing as she was told, Jessica struggled inside the sleepsack. Or rather tried to, because, mummified as she was inside the leather sleepsack, there was not a whole lot she could do. Her arms were held alongside her body in the sleeves that welded them to the sleepsack. And, as the sleeves went all the way up her armpits, pulling her arms out was impossible. She found that she could flex her legs, her pelvis, her neck, and that was about it. She could with considerable effort, roll on her side, and wiggle like a worm. But that was not enough for her to go anywhere. She was well and truly helpless, as Jean had said that she would be.
Jean gestured for her to stop struggling, and proceeded to lace the sleepsack on top of the zipper down the front all the way up from the bottom to the collar, the way old-fashioned leather ski boots were laced closed. She took special care to remove any slack in the lacing, and Jessica felt the sleepsack tighten all around her like a second skin that would be one size too small. No, it was not painful, or even uncomfortable, but all of a sudden she felt very vulnerable, realizing how little she could do in her present position to stop whatever Jean had in mind.
Jean then took hold of some straps, and threaded them through D-rings that circled the sleepsack at ankle, knee, thigh, wrist, breast, shoulders. "Hey!, said Jessica, are these really necessary? I am already totally helpless!"
"Listen, Jessica, I am going easy on you already, so don't push it. Yes, those straps are necessary not only to make the bondage tighter, but also look tighter. Besides, unless you are tied realy tightly, how are you going to give a realistic performance of a woman tied tightly against her will? You are not a professional actress, to say the least, so the way to do it is to make you really feel tied up tighter than a trussed turkey"
Without waiting for Jessica's answer, she buckled one strap after the other, and Jessica soon felt that tightness had reached another level altogether. Once Jean was done with all the straps, Jessica found that her ability to even merely wiggle as she had earlier on had been whittled down to almost nothing, as though the straps stiffened the whole sleepsack considerably. She also noticed tow things that worried her. She was getting very warm inside her leather prison, and her breathing was constricted.
"So, Jessica, we are done with the rigging for now, with the exception of a few minor details. I am sure you feel quite helpless. But let's say that you are not in the safety and relative comfort of a studio shoot, but that you have been kidnapped and tied up by your captors, who, confident that you can't escape, have left you like this and gone to pick up the money, after which they will kill you because you have seen their faces. So you are highly motivated, to say the least, to get out and flee. I want you to give it your all. And, by the way, if you do escape from this setup, I will throw in another $500! Go, girl, go!"
Jessica had taken of the job, unusual though it was. So she was told to struggle, and she struggled. Problem was, though, there was so little she could do. Any concept of getting free was out of the question, with her arms welded inside the sewn sleeves, and the triple closure of the sleepsack, zipper, lacing and straps. Unless of course, there was the theoretical possibility that she could break or rip the sack open, but the leather felt so strong, heavy, rigid, that this was hopeless. She found that she could, to some degree, flex her legs, and bring her knees up, and that was it. She could also move her neck about. And with considerable effort, she found that she could roll on one side, or the other.
"Hey, Jessica, I told you to struggle as much as you could, like you were desperate, not like a bureaucrat that just goes through the motions of her job!"
"I can't. I am just tied up so tight, my breathing is constricted, and I am getting really hot. This is not a pleasant experience!" Jessica again struggled with all the force of her well-toned body, but could again only the wrigglings of a worm. She was tied good!
"OK, honey, if that's how you want to play it, we'll just change the script. Now that I see how much, or actually how little you can move around, let's see how much of that freedom of yours I can take away". A not-happy-looking Jean took some ropes, which she threaded through D-rings around Jessica's ankles. Or rather, around the sleepsack at ankle level. She then threaded the ropes through more D-rings at the hip level. As she tightened the ropes more and more, Jessica's legs were doubled up until she couldn't move them any more. She could still flex her chest. But not for long, as Jean connected her knees to her chest with another tight rope anchoring the relevant D-rings.
"See, Jessica, this is called a ball-tie, because your body is shaped like a ball: chest to knees, and ankles to thighs. Now, if I have tightened them enough, basically, all you can do is move your head, so I will take care of that." Jean took more rope, and Jessica felt her threading one at the top of the leather hood that encased her head, and connecting it to her knees until they almost touched.
That proved to be the worst of all the ties Jessica had been subjected to. She couldn't raise her head, she couldn't see except her knees straight ahead, and she felt totally vulnerable. It also made her breathing more even more difficult than it already was. Panic started to set in. Suddenly it all dawned on her. Nobody knew where she was. She hadn't even read the contract properly. And why would Jean tie her up so tighty that she couldn't move at all? How would that make an interesting movie for viewers?
"I can't take this! Release me, set me free!"
"Remember, Jessica, we have a procedure for this It is called a safeword. That way, when an actress screams and shouts, it is part of the movie, and everyhting I say gets electroncially edited out. But if she safewords, actions stops immediately. Nice shouting, by the way".
Jessica tried to remember the safeword, and came up blank. They had talked about one, but nobody had actually given her one. She panicked, writhing in her ball-tie.
"Safeword, safeword! Stop now! I can't take it in more!"
"Excellent, Jessica, now you are getting in the spirit of things. You are beginning to act realistically terrified and panicking. So, if I understand properly, you need to be totally helpless to get into the right head-space? No problem, I can do that easily for you."
Jessica felt more than she saw something go over her head, and all sight was blocked from her now blindfolded eyes.
"No, this is not an act, I don't want to be blindfolded! I am safewording, stop this immediately!!"
"Great! Really, I was beginning to think that we would have wasted your feee and my time, but now you are producing a clip you will be rightly proud of, Jess. How clever of you to say "I am safewording" rather than use the safeword itself. That way, it will feel authentic to the viewers, and only you and I will know that you are not this panicked young woman but actually an aspiring bondage actress in full control. Now that we are on a good track, let's move forward. We didn't talk about gagging. Which of course wouldn't let you safeword once gagged. So what we do is that, if the actress doe
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