If It Seems Too Good To Be True · Part 2 (2/3)
Previous · Next
d on film.
Dominic directed me through a multitude of poses shot from many angles and after fifteen minutes of pictures he finally called a break. I did some yoga stretches while Dominic went over to the equipment table that was filled with various props. I was beginning to find I rather enjoyed posing for a camera, it was relaxing and if I were really honest…rather stimulating. The work itself was rather easy and the pay was very good. Those thoughts ended abruptly when Dominic came back holding a pair of handcuffs.
“Umm.. just uh.. what's going on here Dominic.” I said, my voice tremulous and heart pounding. “Why do you have a pair of handcuffs?”
Dominic saw the fright in my eyes and he spoke to me very gently. “They're actually called shackles and they're a prop.”
“A prop!” I exclaimed. “Fake jewelry are props, a fake sword or gun are props. I'm sorry Dominic but I don't think I’m comfortable with doing whatever using those would entail.”
“Hold on now, I thought you were aware of what I do here,” he said calmly. “Many of my clients like to see pictures of women tied up or in bondage and you said Irma had explained everything.”
Caught in a lie but still anxious I stuttered “Ye.. yes.. but..”
Now seemingly offended Dominic continued “There’s a reason I pay so much, there might be a little bit of discomfort during the shoot. That's why the rate is higher, besides you might be interested to know many of the girls really enjoy this type of modeling. If you don't believe me, let me show you.”
Dominic walked over to a desk in the corner where he picked up a laptop and brought it back to me. Opening up the laptop Dominic pulled up a folder filled with pictures of gorgeous women bound and gagged. The women were tied with ropes, chains, leather straps, tape and an assortment of restraints I couldn't identify. Miffed by what I saw I looked away from the screen and huffed in disgust.
“Look closer Lacie, do any of these girls look like they dislike doing this type of modeling.”
Sighing I took a closer look at the pictures and it was true. All the models seemed fine and doing many different poses without any real pain or fear, although there were some who were obviously acting like they were scared. Many of them had beautiful smiles as they posed and if they were gagged they still didn't look unhappy.
As I scrolled through the album I realized the models did actually seem to be having fun acting like they were scared and I say acting because they were doing a really poor job of it before in the next pictures they'd nail the look. After I looked away from the screen, I realized I was feeling much more relaxed than when Dominic had first shown me the screen. Turning to Dominic I stared at him for a moment contemplating whether I should give this a try. After all, it was a lot of money… “Look Lacie, it's clear to me Irma did a poor job in representing my business.” Dominic apologized. “I thought you understood the type of work I do. I run a legitimate business so if you don't want to continue…”
Seeing the opportunity for a quick and easy paycheck disappearing I blurted out “I'LL DO IT!, ahem I mean I'll give it a try.”
Eyeing me Dominic asked. “Are you sure Lacie?”
Taking a deep breath I looked Dominic in the eyes and said, “yes, I'm sure, I’m just a little nervous.”
“And you're okay with the rest of what Irma described?”
Afraid of losing out I continued to lie through my teeth “Yes Dominic I’m really sure.”
“Wonderful, but just so you know, I might occasionally ask you to do a little acting for portions of the shoot, can you handle that.”
Hoping I wouldn’t regret my decision I replied “I’ll do my best, master.” I said smiling cheekily while offering up my wrists.
Dominic smiled and reached for my left wrist, which he then locked in a shiny thick cuff of steel. A short rigid steel chain joined the two thick cuffs together and in a moment my other wrist too was locked in the second cuff. I walked back over and onto the set striking a pose. I stretched my arms forward while squeezing my breast together with my upper arms as if to say ‘look what I have to offer boys’ and I smiled innocently while playfully tugging at the shackles.
Dominic spoke up as I continued in my posing “Wonderful job Lacie that's perfect for this scene!”
Stopping my posing, I asked, “What's the scene?”
Smiling Dominic said “You are a mischievous genie who is owned by an ambitious sheik and in this scene you've found a pair of manacles that the sheik likes to use on his concubines. You've put them on and are dancing about playing when the sheik shows up.”
I had to struggle not to laugh at myself, here I was clad in a skimpy outfit, shackled and teetering in a pair sky high fuck me heels while being photographed in an seemingly empty warehouse in a desolate part of town. I was also following the directions of a stranger who literally held the keys to my freedom.
Normally I was one of the most shy introverted people around and yet despite having never felt so helpless in my life, something deep inside me was stirring. A tingle of pleasure wove its way through me as I flitted about in a slow dance as Dominic photographed me. I knew it had something to do with the shiny restraints and flimsy costume but I didn't know why. I only knew I was feeling oddly enough more powerful despite my helplessness.
I was mid pose when Dominic's voice interrupted my dance “Alright Lacie hold your pose, good now without turning your body look towards the camera and give me your best shocked look.” I turned my head with wide eyes and my mouth agape and after a few clicks Dominic spoke up again.
“Excellent, now give me a guilty look like you just got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.” giving it my best, I looked down while frowning slightly.
After a few more clicks Dominic lowered his camera and smiled "That was perfect Lacie and with that scene one is over.” Walking over, key in hand Dominic unlocked the shackles and I took them off myself. I laid them over on the table before grabbing a bottle of water and heading over to the lounge area to sit down while I waited.
Fiddling with something over at the props table Dominic spoke over his shoulder “Well Lacie is this kind of gig as bad as you thought it would be?”
Smiling a little I replied “No, as nervous as I am I do have to admit it is actually kind of fun.”
“See that's the spirit and Lacie I have to tell you you're doing really well, keep it up and I'll throw in a little bonus.”
I perked up at that and when Dominic was ready and motioned for me to head back on set I sprung up on my heels and nearly toppled over. Blushing I straightened up and walked on set a little slower hoping Dominic hadn't noticed my blunder. Approaching me from the props table, my breath hitched when I noticed that instead of the shackles Dominic was now carrying a small bundle of rope.
Concerned, I asked “You're going to use rope now?”
“Yes Lacie, in this scene after the sheik catches the genie playing with the shackles, he decides to teach her a lesson by showing her what true restraints are and having her dance for him.”
Walking behind me I felt Dominic grip my hands and guide them behind my back. Dominic held my wrists together with one hand and I stared ahead as the feel of braided cords wrapped around my wrist. After looping the rope around my wrists six times, I felt the ropes tighten firmly as they were cinched and knotted off.
The feeling almost took my breath away, because of the way the ropes held my wrists together and the position forced my breasts to protrude invitingly. It initiated a tingling sensation between my thighs and I wobbled a bit at this new development.
I broke out of my reverie when Dominic asked “Lacie, you okay?”
I flexed my wrist a bit and winced a little, “It's a bit tight.”
“It has to be tight to look good, what I meant was is your circulation good?”
The ropes were a bit tight, but not enough to cut off blood flow so I answered “No that's fine, what's next?”
Getting in position Dominic raised his camera and said “First I want you to test out your new bonds, ending with you sulking at the camera. Then I want you to dance like you did before, only this time I want you to do it while pouting and gradually finding the joy you had when you were wearing the shackles.”
Taking my queue I started bending forwards then backwards, standing tall, and even twisting around so the ropes as well as my breasts would show in the same shot. Doing my best to sulk I looked at the camera giving it my best sad puppy face.
When he finished taking photos of me from the back, Dominic said, “All right Lacie good job, keep it up now and show me how you can dance.”
I can dance…or at least I can dance when I'm by myself, but I'd never done it with my hands tied behind my back while wearing sky high heels, however if that's what Dominic wanted then I was determined to try my best. Thinking of all the costume movies I'd ever seen, I lifted my left thigh up between the slits of my skirt until it was parallel to the floor showing off lots of leg.
I then pivoted on the right toe of my heel until I had rotated to face Dominic, then I stretched my left foot forward firmly resting on the toe of my high heel. The more I began to strut around the set the more confidence I showed in my moves. My exaggerated hip movements were a seductive display and my long tied up hair swirled about through the air as I danced. At one point I even pulled off that one Latin dancer move where while bending forward and back I shook my chest provocatively.
As I danced I couldn't help but love the feel of my breasts swaying back and forth within the confines of the bustier. The fabric rubbed against my nipples and the sensation caused them to swell, sending more tingles down into my core. Dominic focused his camera on my chest, and it pleased me that he did. I was really getting into this and the idea that these pictures would arouse and excite men everywhere was very …stimulating to say the least. Writhing and squirming, while always drawing attention to my vulnerable bosom, I smiled straight into the camera and pleaded with my eyes.
Too soon, Dominic lowered his camera and said, “Well done Lacie, now it's time for a change.” He wandered over to the props table grabbing a much larger bundle of rope and started walking over.
Standing in front of me Dominic stretched out his arm and dropped his hand twirling his fingers in a circle, and I obediently turned myself around until I faced the wall.
“Alright Lacie in this scene the sheik is now frustrated that his lesson has not worked in humbling the genie and has decided to up his game by making the bindings extra restrictive. I'll do my best not to make it too uncomfortable, but I can't guarantee this will be a walk in the park.”
A little more confident now I said “I can handle it.”
Standing behind me Dominic took the long piece of rope, doubled it and created a large double corded lasso that he held over my head. I watched a little nervously now as the ropes came down past my face and landed around my chest and my arms. He pulled it snugly below my breasts, pinning my arms to my sides and then wrapped another loop above my breast and back around through the knot between my shoulder blades.
Pulling the ropes tight, he then fed the ropes between my arm and torso just below the lower band of ropes binding around my chest. Next the ropes continued up and over my shoulder, behind my neck and repeated the pattern back to the knot between my shoulder blades. When Dominic pulled the ropes tight, the effect was the ropes basically welded my arms to my side and framed my breasts like a spotlight. The strictness of the ropes also caused my costume to mold itself to my body like a second skin.
All trussed up and with my large breasts displayed so provocatively, I felt like a display model ready for a test drive at a dealership.
Stepping back to examine his work Dominic said, "That should hold you," electricity coursed through my body and I blushed. My ears were burning and even my cheeks were rosy.
“Alright Lacie were nearly at the end of this particular shoot and if the last part goes well we keep on going straight on with the next shoot, okay?” After nodding my head Dominic continued “Alright Lacie, last dance, you're not having fun anymore but try to please your master anyway. When I give you the signal I want you to stop dancing and pretend to complain okay?”
Becoming a little unsure but not wanting to ask a dumb question I said “I'll do my best.”
I gave it my best, I truly tried but this was a lot harder and as I went about trying to dance I nearly fell multiple times. Throughout this last dance Dominic praised me multiple times for my acting, little did he know I was no longer acting in fact I was starting to get really frustrated from trying to dance while tied up so tightly.
Finally when I couldn't take it anymore I turned to Dominic to complain, only to see him give me the signal. So going with what I was about to say anyway, I complained about the ropes and how it was impossible to dance while being tied up like this. All the while I let my very real feelings be known, Dominic continued taking snapshot after snapshot.
I only stopped when Dominic put down his camera and asked if I was thirsty. Caught off guard I said I was and he retrieved my bottle of water from the lounge area. Walking over to me Dominic held the bottle to my lips while I sipped from it. When I finished sipping, he set the bottle over on the table and brought back a rubber ball that had a leather strap running through the middle of it.
It took me a moment to remember what he was holding, then as he reached me I remembered what that was for. I had seen them in the album on Dominic's laptop. Dominic used them as a gag on his models and sure enough, Dominic told me to “Open up!”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he pushed the large two inch ball deep into my mouth and buckled the strap behind my head. The large red ball sat tightly tucked behind my teeth and pressed down on my tongue, stealing me of my voice. Then he backed up while adjusting the settings on his camera, while I tried to adjust to this assault on my freedom.
This was not okay, I know I wouldn't need to speak while modeling, but I resented not being given a chance to say no. This wasn't fair, this wasn't dignified nor in my opinion a remotely sexy look.
I knew that the gag had also been buckled far too tight, since the straps were biting into the corners of my mouth. While the ball didn't taste as rubbery as I thought it might. I was mortified at how silly I probably looked, I imagined I must look like a pig over a spit at a luau. Not only that but the gag was also blocking my smile, and when this shoot was over I was going to let Dominic know just how upset I was… well, maybe I'd tell him after he'd paid me.
Finally set, Dominic said “This will be a quick one as all you have to do is look angry, yes just like that good.”
It wasn't hard for me to do what he wanted, seeing as I was in fact angry, but after a few dozen pictures from multiple angles Dominic lowered his camera aaaaand headed over to the prop table again.
‘What the heck, just how much more of this would I need to endure!’ I thought to myself.
Over his shoulder Dominic said “Two more additions and the final scene will begin.”
Dominic carried two more bundles of rope over, before settling down on the floor behind me.
“Close your legs tightly together please.” Dominic said.
Eager to be done I changed my position so I was standing with my ankles parallel to each other with my knees touching as Dominic began wrapping cords of rope just above my knees and cinching them together tightly. He then repeated the action with my ankles as well. Keeping me steady, Dominic helped me lower myself forward down to the floor.
Raising his camera Dominic started taking shots from all around me, getting close ups of my face, chest, and legs. He'd pose my legs to the side, then help me to lay down on my stomach so he could get close up shots of my ass. Dominic must have taken two hundred pictures before finally calling it quits.
Smiling Dominic preened as he hooked up his camera to his laptop “Lacie these are some of the best pictures I've ever taken, you are going to be a hit.”
Even if I wasn't sure about his process, his complements were definitely giving me an ego boost and I was really looking forward to seeing some of the pictures myself…as soon as he remembers to untie me that is. Finally seeming to remember me Dominic came over to me, the gentle smile on his face now replaced by an excited grin. I don't know why but the warm feelings that had been stirring in my gut grew uneasy when I saw that grin.
“I think that's enough photos for the moment, Irma was definitely right about you.” Dominic spoke while bending down, his tone eager in a different way which made me even more nervous.
“I'll have to be sure to send her an extra large finders fee, she seems to have a real knack for finding new talent.”
“Anyway it's time to move on to the video portion of this shoot, now for this part I'm going to need you to act scared and unwilling okay?” Dominic said gleefully.
Stunned, I sat there for a moment or two unmoving and silent as I processed Dominic's words. Now I knew something was definitely off as I never agreed to any video recording. I needed to figure a way out of this, so finally snapping out of it, I rolled back over while moaning in protest and struggling frantically shaking my head at Dominic.
This definitely wasn’t working because when Dominic saw my writhing about he only spoke with more excitement. “Yes! just like that! You're a natural at this! Anyway I've got to go change, I'll be right back.” Dominic said as he began walking over to the dressing area, a bag in his hands.
I moaned in protest even louder as Dominic left the room, now my struggles were genuine as I tried to get out of my ropes and spoiler alert as thoroughly trussed up as I was I wasn't going anywhere. I was in a truly vulnerable state and unable to free myself no matter how hard I wriggled and writhed.
When Dominic returned a few minutes later he looked very different, gone was the casual photographer. In his place was a sheik garbed in fancy silks of black and gold. He was also wearing a turban and gold jewelry which dangled over his bare chest. Walking over to his equipment table, Dominic went about setting up three different cameras on tripods. Turning on the lights of one of the nearby sets with a remote, Dominic walked over and started positioning the three cameras around the set.
They were each facing a luxurious four poster canopy bed, it had shiny silk sheets and a variety of pillows. The set was lit with warm colored lighting and a backdrop resembling a palace bedroom. Three sets of red lights turned on as Dominic approached me, I just sat there transfixed with my ever widening eyes locked on the cameras.
Even if I weren't terrified of what was going to happen next there was little I could do to stop Dominic at this point. As Dominic bent down next to me, I finally snapped myself out of the trance I was in and squirmed while letting out a squeal as Dominic picked me up bridal style. He then carried me over towards the bed while I squirmed and continued making muffled cries from behind my gag.
Stopping in front of the cameras Dominic spoke in a middle eastern accent “I have wealth and power thanks to you genie, however after that performance I have decided that for my final wish. I wish for you to be my personal sex slave forever.”
I moaned louder and unintelligibly, and without missing a beat Dominic decided to translate for me to the camera.
“So genie you say to complete this wish we must consummate to complete the contract, very well then. I shall make you mine.” With that I was unceremoniously tossed onto the middle of the bed, with Dominic clambering on behind me.
Dominic sat down cross legged in the middle of the bed, before pulling me onto his lap. I could feel his erection digging into my ass as he propped me up with one arm, and his other hand began gliding down my body. I tried to thrash about, but restrained as I was it only seemed to excite him further. While holding my body firmly against his chest I felt his hot breath glide over my left ear, then Dominic began to nibble from my ear down my neck and despite my unwillingness I felt shivers run down my spine.
His hand slid slowly down my legs, parting the slip to glide over my bare skin. Gradually the caresses floated up over my exposed stomach, and his hands finally came to rest on the heaving swell of my breasts. In one swift motion the cups of the sparkling bustier were pulled down and my breasts spilled free, the cool air causing my nipples to harden. Warm hands groped and fondled at my exposed chest, his fingers pinching my hard buds.
“Mmmmmph!” I moaned as Dominic continued to avail himself to my helpless body.
After angling my body to my side, I squealed as Dominic bent his head down, taking one of my nipples deep into his mouth, suckling and biting down on my tender flesh.
“Mmmmm.”
Not content with dining solely on my ample chest, Dominic's free hand dipped underneath the hem of my harem skirt and panties. His fingers delved deep into my moist cunt, my earlier stimulation having paved the way for his invading digit. My bound legs wriggled back and forth under the ministrations to my sex.
My temperature was rising, my breath was becoming haggard and I was no longer fighting what was happening. I couldn't, it had been forever and a day since I'd last been touched by a man. Plus I was so turned on from earlier that Dominic's touches were overriding my resistance by turning my brain to jelly. All I wanted was to climb that mountain top and ride down on an avalanche of ecstasy.
Just as I was about to cum, Dominic rolled me onto my stomach resting over his lap. Frustration turned into mortification as one of Dominic’s hands gripped the bottom of my panties, and in one swift motion Dominic ripped the panties away.
If It Seems Too Good To Be True · Part 2 (2/3)
Previous · Next
