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Working for the art photographer
"Have to take this; I'll be back in a sec!"
As he was on the phone in the other room, Ginger tested her bonds once more. She found that by taking a step back she could lower her arms about half an inch, just enough to take away the worst of the screaming pain in her shoulders. Due to the strappado she was standing slightly bent over. Her head was up, with her hair tied back to her cinched elbows. But oddly enough it wasn't this rigid pose that bothered her the most. No, it even weren't the nasty nipple clamps, which he had put on her without any form of discussion.
It was the damned crotch rope! As far as bondage went, it didn't even have a function! It was tied to nothing: it was simply just there, annoying as hell!
Chapter 4 by Charles Spencer Illustration by Coco
“OK David are you on for another session say Thursday next week as usual ?”
“Sounds good Mom. Any thoughts on how you want it or shall I just think something up ?”
“Well I wondered if we could try some kind of drama scene rather than you just tie me up. That would bring some more excitement into it rather than it just seeming like a staged session. How do you like that idea.?”
“Hey that’s cool Mom. I like that. What shall we do.? How about I am a robber and you come home early and I surprise you. Or what do you suggest ? This is a great idea and will really make it fun.”
“Robber/victim huh; yeah, that sounds good for the first one. Mind you: that will mean I will not be dressed in my yoga outfit. Is that a problem for you?”
“Er no, I don’t think so.”
“But I don’t want to damage or dirty my works clothes so I suppose you will have to make me take it off. Remember my panties stay on and you don’t touch them. OK?”
Vacuumed
The twins worked in perfect unison, as always. Bobby had turned of the vacuum cleaner, and then, right as he pulled out the hose, Sue was there to tape the garbage bag shut around her throat. Not a sip of air had found its way back into the sack.
All that Julia could move was her head. The rest of her body might just as well have been encased in cement, as she sat there, awkwardly propped up. The pressure was unbelievable! Her knees were mashed into her breasts, her feet were drawn in against her butt and even her fingers seemed to be glued onto her knees. All she could do was rock back and forth a bit, but she didn't dare to do even that, afraid that she might fall over and hit her head. The twins were obviously beside themselves, towering over the packaged figure of their mother.
Conflicting reflexes
Full of anticipation, he opened the basement door. She was awake! As he had left her, she still had been out from the chloroform, slumped, only held up right by the stocks.But now she was standing in them, wide awake and definitely not happy to see him, a mixture of fury and fear in her wide, blue eyes.
"Who- who are you?! What IS this? Where are my clothes? Don't LOOK at me, you pervert!"