I was really inspired by the works of John Willie. It's one of the things that got me into the world of Glamor bondage photography. I thought if I could dress up like those women and be photographed maybe I would be as sexy as those women. I had only done a few photoshoots before I answered an ad in the paper for a photoshoot. After some negotiations on the phone I agreed to meet OT at his studio. I should have known by the way he looked at me. I should have seen his collection of gadgets and walked right back out the door.
I did get to wear a corset like in Willie's work. I did get the weird and sadistic bondage. OT even dressed me like one of the maids. He also impaled me on a metal dick and mounted me by my neck to a metal pipe. This isn't what I expected. This isn't what we agreed upon. None-the-less it's exactly what I wanted!
Hot girl in black dress, with naked boobs plus man in black t-shirt. Her tied up with ropes - hands, legs, pussy, ass, tits, neck and belly on the floor. Big black ball in her mouth. Professional bondage, hanging and hogtie for a horny model with naked ass in the large house.
Hogties and tape-gags him after stripping him to his briefs, then she uses his helpless body as a foot stool, laughing on the phone that he'll be the embarrassment now!
I always feel the most vulnerable when I'm in the shower. I have to close my eyes and put soap on my face and in my hair. If I open my eyes I know I'll it'll hurt so I hold them tightly closed. That's the moment I worry about. That's the moment when he could strike.
I wake to feel something filling me up. It's abnormally large and hard as hell. The chain holding me to the ground is locked on both ends. I couldn't run if I wanted to. Pulling on it only makes my cunt sore. I yell at him to release me, but he repeats his instructions: Finish your makeup!
I think he is obsessed with my face, my mouth, my tongue. He gags me with wood and then ties my tongue out in two directions. He's cruel and he enjoys watching me suffer. The worst part is when he penetrates my cunt with a plastic dick. I can't help, but cum and cum and cum!
Raquel Roper thought she understood what she wanted. She wanted a big strong man to come and take charge and take her away to be his forever. Only now does she realize that she had no idea, when she came up with that plan, what she was getting herself into, much less what would be getting itself into her. Now she finds herself shackled up to a metal frame with the whim of this big strong man being lorded over her and nothing she could possibly do to help herself.
O.T. is a man who knows what he wants done, but not necessarily a man who wants to do it himself, and right now he wants Raquel to get fucked. So he comes up with the idea to have her do it herself. He places her with her ankles attached, on her back, with a dildo inside of her and the end of it between her feet. Then he sits back and watches as he tells Raquel to fuck herself. She loves it so much she is drooling from her bit gag. He congratulates himself on a job well done. Who ever heard of a chore doing itself?
Then he decides it's time to play with this new thing he has, so he takes her metal collar and he hooks chain after chain after chain to it and attaches them to the floor around her. No matter where she tries to move another chain from another direction pulls her back down. And since O.T. is coming with a cattle prod in his hand and an evil look in his eye, Raquel is really trying her best to move. Every time he goes to poke her she jerks away and whimpers, but it's no use. She's stuck with her wish. Hey, at least he is in command.
I never should have agreed to go to the music festival. I never should have trusted my so called friends. Abandoned with no phone, no money, and no idea where I was I was at the mercy of strangers. That was the only reason I agreed to go home with OT. He seemed nice enough and he offered me water and a place to hang out.
He told me he was a photographer. He said he just wanted to take a couple pictures of my ass. It is my best feature. I thought for a moment that it might be cool, but something about the way he touched me without asking. Something about how he moaned.
Apparently he didn't like that I wanted to leave. He didn't want me to go. He wanted to keep me. Now I have no choice. My body is his. He uses me how he wants. He's cruel to me. He likes to hurt me. I like it too. I'll never leave him.