From bondage model to bondage slut.
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Part Two
The following Wednesday I prepared myself carefully. After my usual shower I
shaved my under arms, legs, and cunt. I had received a telephone call to tell
me that I was to wear clothes that I was prepared to lose permanently but to
dress sexily. My pay cheque would include a clothing allowance so that the
clothes that I wore to the session could be replaced, and enough to purchase new
clothes especially for future sessions. So I then looked through my underwear to
find something nice and sexy. I found a bra and panty set that I liked. They
were made a pale blue made with a very soft stretch material that conformed to
my body like a second skin. My nipples were already erect from the thought of
what I was going to be doing today, and my cunt was already a little moist. I
added to this a garter belt which matched in colour, although it wasn't part of
the set I had been to the arcade and into a boutique that specialised in
scarves, tights and stockings and had purchased a pair of shiny blue stockings
of a shade slightly darker than the underwear. These I smoothed up my legs and
clipped them to the hanging garters. The dress I had chosen was again of a soft
stretch material that conformed to my figure. I looked down and could see that
my nipples were outlined through the material. The voyeurs on the train would
enjoy themselves this morning. I smiled at that, knowing that I would be
displaying myself in a far more intimate manner later on to an unknown number of
voyeurs. I had always had an exhibitionist streak and had been a bit of a cock
teaser at school and college. Sam had always liked that about me, and had
encouraged me towards clothing that helped me with this end. He seemed to love
the idea that other guys were getting horny looking at his girl.
I finished getting ready by looking out a pair of heeled shoes that Sam referred
to as "fuck me" shoes. He had taken me to a shoe boutique to buy them. The
heels were 4inches high. When we first got them I had had to practice walking
in them because previously I had only ever worn flats or small heels. Now they
were second nature to me. Most of my shoes now were heels of at least 3inches.
I even had one pair that was 6inches.
I was now ready for my first "day" of bondage. I was ready to be tested.
I arrived at the studio prompt at 9.00 a.m. and asked the guard to notify the
studio. Again Candy came down to collect me. She smiled at me, a huge cheesy
grin. "Great, I'm so glad that you didn't chicken out," she said. "Come on,
we'll get a drink first, then we will go on into the studio. She led me through
to a small kitchen on the same floor ad her office, and we got to know each
other as she made us both some coffee. Candy had joined the company 9 months
before as a receptionist, but Katrina had seen her potential as a model, so now
she did both. "I kept on the reception work because it gives me a chance to
meet lots of different people. I don't need the piddling amount that I get paid
for it, but I enjoy it. I get plenty from the modelling and the follow-ups.
I've bought myself a nice apartment and lots of clothes. And I get lots and lots
of sex." She giggled. "A lot of it I get here!"
I marvelled at her openness to me, a virtual stranger. Then I remembered that
she had seen me tied to a chair in her boss's office, with my tits, cunt and ass
open to inspection. She might still be a stranger to me, but I could hardly say
the reverse. No doubt she had been privy to my replies at the interview. So she
probably knew a lot about me.
We finished drinking our coffee. As we walked sown the corridor to the studio
we passed her office. There was an older woman at her desk. "That's Simpson;
you'll get to know her later if you get through today's test OK. For today
she's manning reception because I will be in the studio with you."
We went into the studio. I looked around. At the end that we entered the floor
was carpeted, there was the usual conversation area with comfortable chairs and
coffee table. In front of that was an area with a computer desk at which another
attractive young lady sat. Candy introduced her as Sandy and told me that
although she was manning the computer today, she was also one of the team of
models. In front of this was what I assumed was the studio area. It was an
area about 30 feet square. There were no carpets here, just a stone floor.
There were the usual sets of white Umbrellas surrounding the area to give bright
but indirect lighting to what ever was going on. Other than that the only
object within this area was an old wooden dining chair.
Katrina was talking to Johnny just in front of the computer desk. She was
holding a camera. Another man was also in this conference. He was about
Johnny's age and was holding a video camera.
I stood for a moment, unsure what to do. The conference finished and Johnny
came over to me.
"Ready for your ordeal?" he asked me. I nodded my agreement.
"OK then. This morning we will be doing three sets of about 60 minutes each
which will follow each other. There will be a refreshment break between each of
15 minutes. If you do your sums that adds up to 3 1/2 hours. After that we
will have a break for lunch, and then there will be two sets of 90 minutes each
with a refreshment break of 15 minutes between. Then we will review the day.
OK?"
I agreed.
"Now as to what the sets will contain. This morning will be chair bondage,
similar to last week but more severe, a hogtie, the third will be standing
bondage. These sets may also involve gagging, vibrator play and dildo
insertion. This afternoon will involve what we call a frog spread and table
bondage. It will also include sexual intercourse and oral sex now that we have
a clear report from your doctor. Remember, it's your party, so cum if you want
to," he paraphrased the hit song. He smiled at me. "We like our models to get
some enjoyment out of our little scenes." I smiled back, not sure that I would
be able to cum whilst being watched by so many people. No was I certain that was
ready to have sex with strangers, but I had signed up, so I would go through
with it.
"Candy will be taking part along with another girl called Claire. They are what
we call "dressing" for the scenes and will be in the background. You'll get to
see them being set up before your scene starts. Now, let me see what you're
wearing." He walked around me. "Nice dress, I like the way it clings, we'll
leave that on for the first set. Knotty Times have ordered a set for next
month's mag. You met their rep the other day. He was very impressed and so
placed an order. I thought he might when he saw you." So that was why he had
done what he did. I guess a live model displayed in all her glory in the flesh
has more impact than any number of photo layouts.
"I assume you're wearing underwear today?" I nodded. "OK, let's take a look." I
lifted my skirt to my waist, revealing my stockings, panties and garter belt.
"I assume that the bra is a set with the panties?" Again I nodded. "Yes, they
will do nicely. You'll lose the dress after the chair set and probably the
garter belt and stocking, but we'll retain the bra and panties for the hogtie.
That way we can give Knotty Times a choice. You'll be naked for the standing
bondage. Perhaps they'll go for a series. As for this afternoon, again you'll
be naked."
As he finished speaking, Candy came back in with another girl, equally as
beautiful as Candy and Claire. I was really surprised. I had unconsciously
assumed that with something way out like bondage modelling that the models would
perhaps not be anything special. But I had now seen three of the regular
models, and they were all beautiful and sexy. Like me, there were large
bosomed, tall and slim, neat tight buttocks. The kind of girl most guys I knew
fantasised over. Both Candy and Claire were totally nude. Candy was a brunette
and Claire was a blonde. Claire was fully shaved but Candy sported pubic air
shaved into a small triangle pointing towards her otherwise naked cunt. Candy
had pierced nipples, whilst Claire sported a belly piercing like mine. Clair
wore a wide metal collar with a large ring hanging from the front. She was
carrying a metal rod about 21/2 feet long, which had a similar ring attached to
the top.
Following them was a young man of about seventeen, pulling a metal cage on
wheels which didn't look big enough to hold a small dog, never mind a grown
girl! Johnny took control of the cage, and the young man disappeared. I
wondered if he was an apprentice and whether he had a boner. Johnny opened the
top of the cage and assisted Candy to climb in. She did so and knelt down
towards the back of the cage and then bent right forward until her chin was on
her knees. Johnny lowered the top of the cage down and secured it in position
with a padlock. This forced Clare into a tight hunched down position. Clare was
now imprisoned unable, as far as I could see, to move. I wondered what 45
minutes in that position would do to her muscles. The young man was now lowering
a pulley from the ceiling towards the cage. I looked up to see that there was a
gantry just below the ceiling which held several such pulleys. Johnny reached
up and took hold of the hook at the end of the pulley. He lifted a ring that
was embedded into the top of the cage and set the hook into it. The youth then
raised Candy's cage up to chest height, about 4 1/2 feet from the ground.
Johnny went over to the other side of the set, where Claire was waiting
patiently. He took the bar she was carrying from her. He knelt down and slipped
it into a hole in the floor that I hadn't noticed until now. He twisted it and
I heard a click. It would seem that it was now locked into place. He then
stood up and took a strap that the youth had brought over to them and went
behind her. He used the strap to fasten her elbows together. The youth gave
him another strap, which was used to fasten her wrists together. A third strap
went around her waist. This strap had a ring in the back to which the wrist
strap was then attached using a spring clip. Now Clair crouched down behind the
post and Johnny attached her collar to the top of the rod. Two more straps were
fastened around her ankles and were joined by a short chain which was run in
front of the rod. A second short chain was attached to the centre of the chain
between her ankles and was attached to the ring in the waist strap. A third
chain was attached to the right ankle strap, pulled to the side and attached to
a ring in the floor. The same was done to her left ankle. Claire was now
effectively being held in the crouched position. Again I wondered what that
would feel like after 45 minutes.
Johnny turned to me. "Ok, now it's your turn." He led me over to the centre of
the photo area. He laid the chair down on its back. "OK, kneel on the back of
the chair." I knelt down carefully. He positioned my legs along the wooden edge
of the chair, positioning me so that my knees were tight to the join between the
back and the seat. Taking the rope that he had brought across with him he bound
each knee into place. Having completed this he settled my feet so that they
were the top of my foot followed the contour of the wood. This meant that my
foot was positioned as if I was on tip toe. He then strapped each ankle into
place. Johnny ran his hands up my thighs, pushing my dress up to my waist to get
it out of the way for what followed. He proceeded to run tie between the ankle
bondage and around my thighs, pulling my thighs down tight to my ankles. Because
the gap between my ankles was greater than the width of my thighs, my bottom was
now resting on air. Johnny positioned my arms along the outside of the front
legs of the chair. He placed my wrists almost at the end of the leg and tied my
wrists in place. A second rope above my elbows tied my upper arms in place. This
position brought my upper chest onto the edge of the chair seat and pressed my
breasts into the chair seat itself.. This was all fine and good, I thought,
until he and the young man lifted the chair back onto its four feet. Now I was
positioned head down with my ass sticking up into the air. My wrists were bent
back and my hands splayed on the floor as if I was standing on them.
All the time Johnny had been working, Katrina and the video man had been
circling us recording the activity. Johnny stepped back and the video man came
in for some close ups of my face as I turned my head to see what was happening
around me. My hair, which I kept mid shoulder height, was now hanging down
towards the floor. It was as if I was looking out through a fine curtain.
Having completed the first stage of my bondage, Johnny went and stood away from
the stage area to allow the camera people free reign for a while. Katrina
finished taking her photos and also left the area. This just left the video man
who moved back so that he could get a full view. When the chair had been raised
it had been placed sideways on to the main area of the studio.
I saw that Johnny now had a microphone/headset on. "Now I want you to answer a
few questions for our audience to help them get to know you. First tell them
who you are, just your first name"
".Sheila"
"No, that's not enough. I want you to answer my questions with a sentence and
the sentence is to start, Master. So you say, my name is Sheila, etc.
Understand?"
"I understand that I am to reply to your questions with a sentence. My name is
Sheila"
"How old are you?"
"I am 26 years old"
It was very strange holding what was to all intents and purposes, a normal
conversation, when I was in anything but a normal situation. The realisation
that I was tied upside down to a kitchen chair in front of a visible audience
talking to an invisible audience, came home to me forcibly. Whilst I was being
tied up I had kind of tunes out the audience, but now they were being brought in
to participate in what was happening. I discovered that I was having a physical
reaction to that knowledge and it was quite exciting.
Johnny continued.
"What are your measurements?"
"My measurements are 36D, 26 waist and 35 hips."
"How tall are you?"
"I am 5feet eight inches tall."
"Is this your first time in bondage?"
"No, this is not my first time in bondage."
"How old were you the first time you were tied up?"
"I was nineteen when I was first tied up."
"Have you been fucked whilst in bondage?"
"Yes, I have been fucked whilst tied up."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, I did enjoy it. It was great sex and I came like an express train." I
was getting turned on by my confession and the memories that came with it.
"Did your lover make you suck his cock after he tied you up?"
"Yes, I sucked his cock when he had me tied up."
"Did your lover cum in your mouth and did you swallow his cum?"
"No, he pulled out of my mouth and came over my face."
These questions were going far deeper into my experiences than had Katrina and
Johnny's at the interview. I realised I had not hesitated to answer any of the
questions that had been asked, but had replied promptly. Maybe being tied up
had liberated me, somehow.
"Did your lover give your oral sex when you were tied up?"
"Yes he did, and made me come very hard. It was my first experience of oral sex
and it was amazing."
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
"No I have never been fucked in the ass."
"Have you ever been spanked, caned or whipped?"
"I have been spanked, but have never been caned or whipped."
"Who spanked you?"
"My husband has spanked me on a number of occasions."
"Was this part of foreplay or was it a punishment?"
The first time was a punishment but it led to fucking. The other occasions it
was foreplay because my husband realised that it had turned me on being over his
lap. And it had turned him on also."
"That's enough questions for the moment. Let's move on."
I mistakenly thought that this was the end of my first 45 minutes and was
surprised at how quickly it had gone, but I was wrong. Johnny came and knelt
down in front of me.
He gathered my hair and smoothed it into a pony tail securing it with a piece of
soft leather similar to what had been used at my interview to bind my breasts.
He lifted my head up by pulling on my hair and ran the leather strap up the
centre of my back, down between my legs and tied it of to a rung which ran
horizontally I was left looking forward, with my head tilted back as far as it
would go. This position put a strain on my neck and impeded my breathing
slightly. It also meant that my mouth was more comfortable open than shut and
swallowing now became something that I noticed rather than an involuntary act.
Again Johnny stood back whilst photos were taken and my discomfort was caught on
video.
I heard a buzzing sound. I twisted as best I could to see where it came from.
Johnny had a clitoral vibrator in his hand. I had seen them in the catalogue at
the undies party where I had purchased the dildo. It had a long stem with a
small concaved head that was designed to fit over the clit and provide all over
stimulus to that organ. I had been tempted to buy it but hadn't done so in the
end.
"Now for that little pleasure we promised you, Sheila. I want you to show our
audience how much you are enjoying this experience by cuming for them."
He moved over behind the chair and slid the crotch of my panties to one side.
"I see you are already wet. Come over here Ted, and get a close up of this nice
wet cunt for our audience."
Ted, the video man came over and stood close to Johnny. I noticed for the first
time that a video monitor had been placed where I could see what was being
broadcast. In the monitor I could see a close up of my own cunt and ass! This
was a first for me. The shot showed my upturned bottom with the skin stretched
tight, the area between my bum cheeks was clearly visible, the pucker of my
anal opening and my slightly spread cunt were centre shot. There was a shine of
liquid surrounding my cunt lips. The fabric of my panty crotch was pushed up
over one cheek of my ass and was clearly wet where it had rested over my cunt.
As I watched in fascination Johnny spread my cunt lips using two fingers, so the
camera could look down into my opening. He placed the head of the vibrator
against my clit, rubbing it gently around on my sensitive spot. I was already
aroused and the vibrator soon had an effect on me. I closed my eyes, the better
to concentrate on the sensation. My arousal soon had me squirming against the
hold the bondage had over me. My legs tensed, my stomach tightened, my
buttocks tightened, I could feel my anus begin to pulse in rhythm with the
contractions of my cunt around Johnny's fingers that we now slipping in and out
of my cunt. Then Johnny pressed his thumb against my anus, gently forcing it
into me. This was all I needed to take me over the edge and I started to
climax. Air escaped from my throat in a low voiced imperative "Yes, yes, yes."
I concentrated my mind on my sex, feeding the physical reaction with my mental
arousal. I had a shattering orgasm, despite or perhaps because of the
restrictions caused by my bondage. I shut out my audience: this was for me not
them. My audience was incidental and unimportant. My cunt was my life, my
climax the pulsing centre of my being. It had been years since I had climaxed
so hard and so easily. I was loving it.
Johnny kept the vibrator going through a minor earthquake of repeated orgasms.
When he removed it I begged him to put it back. He didn't and gradually I came
down of the mountain top to find I was still bound head down in a studio, with a
number of interested observers and an unknown number of people watching me via
the Internet.
Johnny was standing chatting with Katrina whilst the video man, whose name I
could no longer recall, continued to move around me, giving his (and my)
audience continued coverage of my reactions. Up until now, this had always been
a very private moment, shared only by the partner I was with at the time. Now
hundreds, maybe thousands of people, probably mainly men, had watched me during
this most personal and private activity. I was ashamed and embarrassed, yet
proud. I had really not expected to be able to cum with so many people watching
me, but I had and with a vengeance.
I was left there for a little while. The discomfort of my position began to
impede upon my euphoria. The edge of excitement was fading. I was unable to
maintain my arousal as I would have if I had been at home alone with my
vibrator. True, the climax had been earth shatteringly more than anything I had
been able to induce with my modest little vibrator in the privacy of my home,
but it had been short-lived in comparison to my love trysts with my vibrator.
But I was no longer my own boss. Right now, I was literally at the mercy of
others, whether I was to get another climax was not for me to choose, unless I
could escape to the loo during the interlude.
After a little while Johnny spoke to the young man who had been his gofer and
instructed him to untie me. That was something I hadn't expected. The video
man put his camera down and helped the young man to lower the chair back down so
that I was again kneeling in an upright position and the ropes were quickly
removed.
I was given 15 minutes break. The same was not so for Candy and Claire. Johnny
now moved to give them some attention. I watched as he took hold of a round
piece of wood about three foot long on the end of which was a black rubber
dildo. He greased the dildo, then went and stood behind Candy. He pocked the
dildo through the cage between her buttock cheeks which were spread due to the
low crouch she had been forced into. The man was standing close to Johnny and
the video screen showed how Johnny first teased her cunt and then her ass with
the end of the dildo, rubbing it up and down the crease between the two
orifices. He eventually decided that it was to go into her cunt, and I watched
fascinated as the dildo slowly sunk between her cunt lips, until it was fully
embedded. Johnny tied a rope to the end of the rod using the doubled up rope
and a loop to give him two free ends, one of which he secured to the top rear of
the cage and the other to the bottom rear. This left the wooden rod sticking
out behind Candy held into her cunt by the rope, but with a degree of lateral
movement available. Johnny teased her by tapping the end of the rod so that it
moved sideways, backwards and forwards between the palms of his hand.
Leaving Candy to the doubtful pleasure of the slightly swinging rod, Johnny
moved over to Claire. Katrina handed him a harness of straps running from a
pad. I had seen one of these advertised in the magazine at the lingerie. It
was called a butterfly vibrator. Johnny fixed the between Claire's widespread
legs, securing it with the straps provided. It required a little manipulation
as Claire's bondage had effectively pulled her crotch into the pipe to which she
was secured, but Johnny was obviously and expert at this and soon the vibrator
was in position and switched on. Claire began to vocalise her pleasure as the
vibrator began its work. Katrina brought a ball gag over. "You'd better gag
this noisy slut, other wise she'll blow out the microphones." So Claire was
gagged.
I had stood watching all this in wonder. Sandy came up behind me. "I suggest
that you should get a quick drink, there are soft drinks over by the wall.
Being under the lights can dehydrate you if you're not careful." I took my eyes
of the scene in front of me, looked where Sandy pointed and decided that it was
a good idea. We walked over together. "That was some performance this morning.
Was that a pretend climax or did you actually cum?" she asked me as we pored our
drinks.
I turned to her. "O, there was nothing faked, that was the real thing. It was
something else. I've only cum like that once or twice before. I think that all
this is a big turn on."
"Good, then things can only get better." I wondered if everyone here spoke in
song titles.
We turned and watched the video man circle Candy and Claire. "Doesn't he ever
take a rest I asked?"
"He'll hand over the camera to Tex, that's the young man, for the next set."
Once we start a broadcast we try to keep something going out all the time. Even
during the lunch break, either Claire or Candy will be entertaining the audience
to keep them online. They pay as they view. The longer they stay on the more
money we make. And with all the salaries we have to meet, the more there are
and the longer they stay connected the better. There are currently 2,485
subscribers online"
I was astounded. "How can you do that, you've only one computer."
She laughed, "We send the input to the web centre, and they can handle 10,000
subscribers at one time. The wonder of modern computers never ceases to amaze
me."
We chatted desultory for until we finished our drinks, then she wandered off
back to the computer and I went and sat down in a comfortable chair at the side
of the room to await my next curtain call.
End of part two
