Picture Perfect · Part 2 (2/2)
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ed in rope confirmed what she had said. I stopped worrying about how I looked and felt energized and ready for the next situation, anxious to do the next scene!
Being tied up just for that little while had taken me to a place in my head where I had never been. And it wasn’t just my head that had enjoyed it. There was an itch in my gut that always signaled arousal. I hadn’t thought through that being tied up could do that. To be honest, it felt like I had just had sex or at least had done some heavy petting. I studied the marks left by the ropes on my wrists and ran my finger over the indentations. Hmmm, very sexy, but I hoped they went away before I left. They would be difficult to explain!
I was a little clammy with perspiration from my struggling and from the lights. Sarah must have sensed my discomfort and asked, “Want to get cleaned up and then we can go again?”
I did!
We all went into one of the smaller rooms in the rear and checked out what I had brought for a change of clothes. It was decided that I would wear a skirt and blouse, pantyhose and my boots, like an office assistant or secretary. They left to do whatever photographers had to do to get ready telling me I had about five minutes to get ready.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was flushed; bright red spots had blossomed on my cheeks. I looked like I had just had sex!
I could still see the impressions from the wrap-around gag on my face and the rope marks were still vivid. My hair was a wild mare’s nest of a mess. I undressed and toweled off; I would have liked a shower but I knew I was on their clock and that would have to wait. Actually the gritty way I felt kind of added to and enhanced the damsel-in-distress mood I was getting into. I began to change into the next outfit
I slipped on the pantyhose, which I hate, but which were apparently popular based on the photos on the site. I put on the blouse and skirt and zipped up my boots. I spent some time taming my hair and looked at myself in the mirror. I thought I looked OK, kind of like a frazzled businesswoman or secretary.
I remembered what Sarah had said about these pictures being collected and posted in photo groups on the net and generally distributed around the known universe. I assumed that would happen to mine… I hoped it would and that was all right with me. That surprised me and awakened that itch in my gut. Who knew that I had an exhibitionist streak?
I stepped out of the room and back into the studio. They were ready for me. This time I would be tied up on a ratty couch with my hands behind me.
Matt did the tying again. I felt the same little jolt as I did before and more quickly this time! My hands were pinned to the small of my back by a winding around my waist. Having my hands secured behind my back made me feel much more vulnerable! I couldn’t move them in or out or side-to-side. I liked the feeling of helplessness that gave me. He tied my legs together at the ankles and above my knees and then wrapped a few tight loops above and below my breasts. All these ropes were snugly cinched and when he was done I had no ability to move my arms at all!
He packed a rolled up silk scarf into my mouth and held it in place with another scarf he called a cleave gag. Another scarf served as a blindfold. This time I was able to accommodate the gag without difficulty, maybe because it wasn’t as tight.
He finished up and we began shooting.
This time I knew more about what they were looking for and while testing Matt’s work I struck poses that I thought they would like. I could hear Sarah murmuring; “Good! Hold that, Anne! “Great, great!” At one point someone, Matt, I think, unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my blouse towards my shoulders, exposing my bra. That caused some concern for a moment and then I moved on and forgot about it.
I found that not being tied to something allowed me more movement, but I actually felt more restrained. I could roll and stretch out, but had no use of my limbs. I was acutely aware that I was on camera, at first, but after several minutes I began to drift into my fantasy world again.
I lay back on the couch and pulled my legs up. I twisted around on the couch, rolling from my side to my front and back again. My skirt rode up my legs exposing most of my thighs. My unbuttoned blouse got all twisted and slid off my shoulders. I struggled to try to get my clothing straightened out, but couldn’t do it, but I really didn’t care!
As before, I became lost in the sensations of being bound. At one point I slid my body off the couch and landed on my butt on the floor, my back to the couch seat. I pulled my feet up tight to my butt and sat there with my head tilted back, my eyes closed, not moving, just soaking in the feeling. It felt so good! I just can’t explain it! I knew most of my butt was hanging out and I didn’t care. I stretched out my legs and rolled to the side. Once on the floor I had more room to maneuver and maneuver I did. I was getting very turned on and I knew, I just knew, I could have an orgasm doing this, but I didn’t want to go there in this situation. I just wasn’t that brazen, at least not yet, so I gradually stopped struggling and lay, out of breath, on my side my back against the couch front.
I could still hear the camera beeping, but I was pooped!
Again Matt came to me and told me they were done and that I had done a good job. He removed the gag and blindfold and Sarah came over and complimented me on a good set. I relaxed and tried to get my breath, taking in deep breaths. She began to untie me as Matt went off to download the pictures. Sarah asked how I liked it so far.
I took a moment to organize my thoughts. “Well, this is so sexy! I had no idea that it would turn me on like this! And it goes beyond sex, too. I feel… well, I guess, I feel safe and relaxed even though I get so horny and you have me all tangled up and unable to move! It’s very weird to me and I don’t really understand what I’m feeling yet!” I am not one to verbalize thoughts about my sexuality or open up to strangers, but I just blurted all that out.
Sarah smiled a wide smile that lit her up and made her so very attractive.
“It is a kick isn’t it? You are a natural, Anne. I knew it when I saw you in the drink line; that you would take to this! I’m so glad you do like it! These sets we’re doing are some of the best we’ve done! Our members will love them! And you!” She gave me a quick kiss on my lips. A different sort of thrill went through me. Sarah was a very beautiful, very nice person. I wondered if I was falling for her or was I just high from this experience? I wasn’t ready to go there, but it was a nice kiss!
She finished untying me and helped me up. We looked at some of the photos Matt had downloaded. They looked good to me and they seemed pleased as well. I was amazed to see some of the positions I had gotten into. The pictures at the end, when I was just out of gas and leaning against the couch were the best. They looked so much like I had been kidnapped and tied up!
I just couldn’t help myself and just giggled in delight!
We discussed the next set. I had agreed that I would allow them to photograph me topless in exchange for an additional fee.
I know! Why would I do that? Well, I guess I just dared myself to do it. I knew it would be just business for Matt and Sarah. And with my face hidden, anyone who saw the pictures wouldn’t know whose breasts they were. I had decent breasts so why not show them and, truth be told, I thought it would be a kick to appear half-naked before horny strangers!
I went into the dressing room and removed my top and bra and skirt and boots and padded back out in only my pantyhose and panties. I didn’t bother to clean up at all; I knew I looked a little bedraggled, but thought the next set would look good that way. I was actually a little uncomfortable and tried to look casual by folding my arms across my breasts. I don’t think anyone was fooled! I was definitely nervous!
This time Sarah explained what they were going to do. In addition, they were going to do a video of this set. It all sounded OK to me, even the video part. I was committed to the topless thing. I knew I could handle it! I was thrown a bit when Sarah finished up her description by saying she was going to do the tying. That started a little buzz that told me I was feeling something more than just excitement about being tied. I wondered for a brief moment if Sarah was trying to send me a message.
She led me to a darker part of the studio. The only furniture was a bare mattress on the floor. There was other junk scattered around it this corner. It looked like a cluttered garage or, actually, my basement. There was also a scaffolding-like thing that allowed a bird’s eye view of the corner. Matt was up on it setting up a camera. I scrutinized the mattress for stains, etc., but it seemed to be fairly clean. I had a limit as to how much I would suffer for ‘art’. Lying on a dirty mattress was over the limit!
I stood with my back to Sarah and she tied my wrists with the palms of my hands facing each other. Then she started to tie my arms with a rope above my elbows. I had seen pictures of women with their elbows tied together and it had looked very sexy! I had tried to see if I could stretch my elbows behind me after I had seen the pictures, but I couldn’t tell how close I could get them. I hoped that they would tie my elbows so that I could find out. I would say that out of all the pictures, the ones with the tied elbows interested me the most.
She worked at tightening the rope, slowly pulling my elbows together. I could feel the strain in my shoulders, but overall it was that uncomfortable. I am what my Mom calls big boned, so maybe there was a limit to how flexible I was.
When she was done, my forearms touched along their whole length. I loved the feeling. Sarah was pleased and said so. My shoulders were pulled back by the tension of the elbow rope and, as a result, my breasts, stuck out more. I’ve never been obsessed with my boobs. I mean, I have them and they look OK, but I have never wished for bigger ones or flaunted the ones I have. Now, with my arms tied hard behind my back, I was looking down at new breasts. Maybe that was why Mom was always telling me to stand up straight! This was the best feeling so far and I began to sweat and fidget. I wanted to be immobilized because I knew I could excite myself and I really, really wanted to. And having Sarah do the tying added an extra dimension! She had a different touch and approach, more gentle, I guess, but the results were the same. The ropes were tight, tight, tight!
Sarah helped me to sit on the edge of the mattress and then crossed and tied my ankles and tied my legs just above my knees. She gagged me with a sponge-y ball that had a strap through it. She had to push the ball into my mouth, but it compressed easily and then expanded to fill my mouth quite effectively, thank you! Sarah tightened the strap at the back of my neck and blindfolded me with a padded mask.
She moved me to my belly with my legs straight out, my head resting on the tip of my chin. The mattress was firm and smelled of bleach, which slightly allayed my concern about germs. I lay there totally absorbed in the feeling and then, at her cue, began to struggle.
I started slowly, testing this new bondage and bondager! I was as tightly tied as with Matt; that was immediately apparent.
At first, I just rolled my shoulders, shook my head and tried to move my legs as if I were just waking up to find myself bound and gagged. I giggled inwardly at my conceit at being ‘Anne the method actor’!
In my mind, though, if I was truly a damsel-in-distress, the goal was to get out of the ropes, so I increased the intensity of my movements including twisting and kicking out with my feet and all that were intended to loosen the ropes. I was always aware that I was being photographed and so moved with some deliberation. It was a little disrupting to my mood to have to stop and hold a position, but not greatly bothersome. I was still able to remain in character as a kidnap victim. I didn’t hear any complaints, so I guessed I was on the right track.
The first thing I noticed as I squirmed around was that the mattress cover abraded my nipples, a not unpleasant sensation. I worked on that a bit, kind of rotating my hips so that my torso moved. I felt the peaceful feeling I had experienced before come over me, overlain with what I was coming to recognize was arousal related to being tied up. I guess I had intellectually understood that bondage was sexual in nature, certainly for the people, guys mostly, I would guess, that looked at the pictures on the site. I hadn’t fully understood that it could also be a turn-on for the person tied up. At least it was for me! I felt the free-to-move-around-but-not-free thing again. I was becoming very comfortable with the concept of being bound, but free at the same time.
Sarah spoke and said she wanted to make a change in how I was tied. I had rolled onto my back. I stopped moving and lay there, but my internal engine was still revved up, with my blood racing and everything tingling.
As she began to change the bondage, I tried to put myself in the place of a real kidnapped person and thought about how I would feel if my captor was going to tie me into something more restrictive. I mean, on the reality side, I would be scared to death and probably frozen in terror if this were real. That was the weird thing about this! I would never want it to happen to me, or anybody! This was playacting, but with an edge! I could safely be, at least in my mind, in danger and get off on it. It was difficult for me to understand and reconcile the conflicts I was feeling.
She removed the rope on my ankles and knees and retied me with my legs folded and tied ankle to thigh. Right off, I knew the ramifications and possibilities of being tied like this! I felt vulnerable and sexy all in one. With my arms still welded together behind my back and my heels digging in to my butt, I was totally helpless!
Sarah positioned me back on my belly and they began to shoot. I found about all I could do was open and close my legs; I couldn’t roll over anymore. As I struggled, I shamelessly spread my legs to the cameras that were recording my predicament, partly because that was pretty much all I could do, but also because I knew full well that some guy somewhere would get off on it. I hoped they would, anyway. I was becoming quite sluttish about this!
After several minutes in this position, I was perspiring hugely and tiring a bit, but Sarah and Matt flipped me over to shoot a different perspective. I thought this must be how a fish on a dock must feel as I lay on my back. I couldn’t do a thing, but I realized that sex in this position while tied up must be a real kick! As I said, I was becoming a real bondage slut!
Sarah stepped in and told me to relax. She quickly undid the legs ropes and got me up into a sitting position. She pulled out the gag and took off the blindfold, but left my arms and hands tied. I took in some water as they readied for the next situation. It seemed perfectly natural to me to be sitting there half-naked and tied up talking to Matt and Sarah.
She wanted to do one more scene with my arms tied like that and asked if I was OK still. I was and even though I already ached in places where I didn’t know I had muscles my arms felt all right.
I also got to rest a bit while she retied my legs. This time just my ankles were tied, arranged side-by-side. Matt rinsed off the gag and dried it and Sarah popped it back in and blindfolded me.
She then connected my legs and arms with a rope from my ankles to my elbow rope. She raised my legs off the mattress with an arm under my thighs and pulled the connector rope until I could touch my heels. It was the tightest I had been tied so far and it kind of took my breath away. I was beginning to see the possibilities and variations on the theme of bondage! She rolled me onto my side and steadied me there.
I felt her pass a rope between my thighs and pull it snugly into my crotch. I flinched slightly as she adjusted it so that she was able to capture my sex between the strands of the rope. I guess it wasn’t sexual touching, per se, and they had told me that they would do it, so I wasn’t upset by it. And maybe I was projecting, but I thought that Sarah had lingered on the adjustment of the rope just a bit longer than necessary!
She lowered me back onto my belly. Being put back into that position cause all the ropes to tighten and arched my back! I could feel the strain in my shoulders and thighs. I couldn’t move very much at all. I couldn’t even get back on my side very easily. But I was exploring a different thing! I found that when I struggled, the rope between my legs moved against my sex in a most provocative way! It was a wonderful feeling to be that helpless and to still be able to stimulate myself and revel in the ropes. At first, I tried to disguise my movements as simple struggling, but I was really maneuvering the crotch rope. As my arousal built, I gave up that pretense and assaulted myself with abandon. They had to ask me to stop several times so that they could take shoots. I knew I working myself to the point of orgasm and I wasn’t sure I wanted to go there.
But, you know? I was so turned on I couldn’t, wouldn’t, stop there. There was no pretense of hiding what was going on! I writhed and wriggled more aggressively and came in a rush. I arched my back as best I could and I am sure made a lot of noise. I was totally somewhere else when it happened so I didn’t know anything other than the surge of pleasure I felt. When I come? I cry! Tears slid out form under the blindfold wetting it I lay there twitching with aftershocks. I must have alarmed Matt and Sarah because they both quickly came to my side. Someone undid the hogtie rope and Sarah removed the gag and blindfold all the while talking to me in a soothing voice like you would use to calm an infant.
“Anne? Are you OK?”
I blinked under the brightness of the floodlights and struggled to regain my composure. I was mortified and couldn’t speak. I closed my eyes and tried to wish myself someplace else.
Sarah lifted me and wrapped her arms around me. I felt her warmth and took in her jasmine-y scent. It felt good and right and she was holding me tightly. I was still tied, and I was maybe a little too wired, but I felt a strong connection to her, one I hoped she felt as well! The moment passed and she untied all the rope and helped me up. Matt came over with a robe and Sarah wrapped me in it.
We all sat at a table for a break. I was embarrassed by my display, but Matt and Sarah seemed to pay it no mind as if it happened everyday and began to talk about the next scene. Gradually, as I sipped from my water bottle, I began to relax and join the conversation.
As reason returned, I figured that although I had the liked the feel of being in Sarah’s arms, I was probably reading too much into it. I tried to get a sense of what Sarah was thinking or feeling, but she seemed to be avoiding eye contact with me. Maybe there was a message in that; what, I did not know!
I wasn’t really looking for someone anyway and, besides, I barely knew Sarah. And then there was the bondage thing; this was different than any other time I felt something ping in my chest. I mean I had already shown her the goods as my mother would say and what about that orgasm? This was all too strange for me to sort out right now, so I put it away and tuned into what they were planning for me.
As we sat at the table, Matt asked if I wanted to do something really erotic. I don’t know where he’d been the last ½ hour. That was pretty erotic for me!
I had seen what he was talking about on the site. Either he or Sarah was with the model in the picture and touching and arousing her. It was pretty sexy, but they were both clear in stating that there was no penetration or really raunchy stuff going on.
I know; I know! I had been very vocal about no sexual contact. Why would I change my mind? Well, one reason was I was so turned on by this that I was just about jumping out of my skin. I craved sexual contact in a way that was totally new to me. I had never been this blatantly sexual in my life. I probably looked calm and collected, but I’ve got to tell you that inside I was seething and primed for sexual release! That’s why I answered affirmatively when Matt asked if I would consider doing it. He also said I had a choice of him or Sarah being the “lover”.
I was right back with the question of whether I was attracted to Sarah. I studied the table for a moment and looked up and right into Sarah’s eyes.
“I think Sarah”! She didn’t blink or look away and I thought I saw the ghost of a smile on her face.
Ah, love; it can sneak up on you under the strangest of circumstances! Or maybe it was love’s close friend lust!
We fleshed out, so to speak, what would happen in this set. I would be wearing only panties and garter belt and stockings. I went off to get ready. I undressed and managed to get the stockings on without running them. I had a little trouble with the garter belt, but finally got it right. God! I hadn’t worn one of those things since my high school prom!
Before I left the dressing area, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. At first, I had my arms folded across my chest, but then moved them down to my sides. I studied myself and saw a slightly different person than earlier today. This was a more confident person and I was able to look at my body without the usual wincing or searching for flaws. I saw an attractive woman dressed provocatively… a sexy woman! Was all it took a bit of expertly applied rope to get me to relax and just be me? I was more comfortable now with my body than ever before and I was about to take the next step in learning about my burgeoning sexuality.
I stepped out into the studio and walked over to Sarah. She smiled approvingly at my getup and asked if I really wanted to do this. I nodded, not trusting my voice to work properly. She nodded as well and explained again what would happen. She would tie my hands in front, off camera, and then lead me into camera range and over to the set. Once there, she would raise my hands up and fasten them to a hook, cuff my legs to a spreader bar and then use ‘toys’ on me. The scene would be video-ed as well as still shot. She asked if I wanted her to fake it with the toys or actually use them. I peered into her eyes as before and asked her to really do it. I wanted this! It would be the culmination of my coming out and I wanted it to be good!
Sarah put a cloth cuff like a sweat band around my wrists and then tied them together and added a collar with leash at my neck, ball gag and blindfold. She walked me out of camera range and at a signal from Matt stepped off pulling me behind her. I made a show of resisting and hung back causing her to stop and pull on the leash and generally force me to the corner. It was at once difficult and exciting to be led around like that given that I was blindfolded and depending on Sarah not to trip. Once we were on the set, she pulled my arms up above my head and attached my wrist to something above my head. I heard a chain rattling and felt my hands pulled higher, which stretched me upwards.
She returned and nudged my feet apart. I felt her cuff each ankle to what must be the spreader bar. I couldn’t close my legs and with my hands pulled up, I was quite helpless and felt very vulnerable bound like that. My body was totally open to her touch and there wasn’t anything I could do about it! When I had been tied before, at least I could roll around some and always a part of me was obscured or inaccessible since I was lying or sitting on the floor or the couch. Not so now!
I was also a little disoriented and unstable standing there without sight. I knew I had to be careful how I moved or I might fall.
Sarah wasn’t going to let me stay still!
She told me to start struggling and I did. About all I could do was twist side to side and lift one leg or another. The effort made me grunt in a most unlady-like manner, but I was turned-on again. She asked that I hold one position or another occasionally, but generally let me move as I could. Then she stepped close to me and stilled my movements by holding my hips. I liked that and murmured happily in response. I felt her hands on my breast and shivered, but then felt the sharp pressure of something clamped onto the nipple. It was a sensation that was maddening and I tried to shake it off, protesting loudly and unintelligibly around the ball gag.
My protests were unheeded and a second clamp found its way to my other nipple. The feeling, the itch in my gut the clamps created, drove me to distraction, but couldn’t get any relief. I felt her hands trace along my waist and hips and cup my buttocks. I moaned involuntarily at the soft touch of her lips on my belly.
I felt her touch something against my sex and work it to spread my outer lips. When the vibrator fired up I nearly swooned! She was a master (or mistress) at using it. She moved it and varied the pressure and location until I passed into a zone of physical desire that frightened me with its intensity. I began to thrust and push against the vibrator simulating intercourse. I wanted to spread wide and pull it in and that’s where the bondage I was in frustrated and fueled my desire even further. I was so annoyed that I couldn’t move and do the things that I knew would get me off and yet the pleasure I was getting from just that frustration aroused me as much or more than I could have achieved if I was free. It was a delicious conundrum that I lost myself in.
I know I was talking, gibbering nonsense and begging for release. Sarah kept up with the vibrator, wielding it like a virtuoso, her free hand roaming and touching me. Her tongue licked my breasts; at one point she pulled the vibrator away denying me its stimulation. I wailed in protest!
The vibrator started again, stopped and then started again. I was out of my mind with desire and wanted relief desperately. I begged and begged for it; I had lost all sense of shame and just wanted to come. A small part of me knew I was on camera and knew that others would see this, but a larger, more desperate part of me just wanted an orgasm. I didn’t care who saw it!
She touched me with the vibrator just right with slight pressure on a sweet spot and I was gone. I screamed into the gag. I picked up both my legs and tried to pretzel them to squeeze my legs together, hanging for a short time from just my hands, which hurt like hell! I bucked and twisted my way through a monster orgasm. When I could no longer hold my feet up, I lowered them to floor only to find that I couldn’t stand. I sagged against the wrist rope, hanging there moaning and panting, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
I don’t know if I passed out or not; I only know I have no memory of being untied. I opened my eyes on the sofa to the concerned looks of Sarah and Matt.
“Jeez, Anne, we were so worried! Are you OK?”
OK? I never felt better! I struggled to a sitting position and smiled a huge smile.
“I’m fine, really. And embarrassed! I don’t… I mean I… I don’t know what to say!” I reached over and drew Sarah to me and hugged her tightly. She hesitated and then hugged me back, both of us giggling. I released her and hugged Matt and kissed him.
Sarah reached for my hand and held it. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything with us. We both know about the hold this stuff can have on you. I’m just glad we helped you find it.” We sat for a minute or so in silence each with his or her own thoughts and then Sarah, with an apologetic smile, said, “I hate to break this up, but we’ve got to get going.” She went on to briefly explain what happens next with the pictures and video. She estimated that they would appear on the site in two to three weeks. They would send them to me before that so I could see them. I said, “I can’t wait to see them!’ I waited a few beats and said, “And to do this again!”
They both agreed that they would love to have me come back and predicted that the sets would be a hit with their subscribers. I dressed in my jeans and sweater, eschewing any underwear for the trip home. Gathering my things and stuffing them in the bag, I thought of the distance I had come today. I had found something that truly turned me on and a new way to express my sexuality.
And there was Sarah. I wasn’t as sure that Sarah would figure in my life after this, but I knew that I would like that.
Sarah walked with me from the room and down the stairs to the door. Before she unlocked the deadbolt, she turned to me and kissed me hard on the lips and slipped a card with her home address into my pocket.
“I’ll be seeing you, Anne!”
I floated down the street to my car and drove off. I thought I should put on my sunglasses as the future looked bright indeed!
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