WHEN HARRY MET SALLY AND JILL
by, BZ
Harry had retired a little over a year ago, but he wanted something to occupy
his time. So he thought, what better way to keep himself busy than to combine
his favorite pass times; photography, surfing the net, and women in bondage. And
so, Harry set about setting up his own web site of bondage babes.
Not being a well known photographer, Harry knew he would have to establish
himself before he could work with professional models like Jennie Lee, Ashley
Renee, C. J. Bell or Lorilei. So he spent his free time haunting local strip
clubs trying to recruit willing models, this is how he had met Sally.
Harry would go into a club spread a few dollars around and try to get to know
the manager. With the managers permission, he would post ads in the dancer's
dressing room. "WANTED: NUDE MODELS WILLING TO POSE BOUND. BRING YOUR OWN
CHAPERONE OR BODYGUARD. CONTACT HARRY MILLER AT 555-5555."
Harry had opened a small store front studio in the downtown theater area.
Here he would take head shots for the local thespians and he had a small walk in
trade. The phone number Harry used on his ads was for the studio. When he
received a call as the result of the ad, Harry would set up an appointment with
the prospective model at the studio.
Sally Greene danced at a club called the Purple Onion (the name was a
residual from its' previous life as a O60's coffee house). She had seen Harry
in the club a few times and was curious about the flyers she had seen him post.
She talked to the manager and to other dancers who had responded to the Harry's
ad. The manager had told her that Harry seemed to be an all right guy; and the
dancers had said pretty much the same, although only one of the other dancer's
hadn't gotten cold feet.
Sally'd had bondage fantasies ever since her early teens when an older cousin
had tied her to a tree while playing cowboys and indians. She decided she'd
call. Harry set up an interview with Sally for the next day.
Sally arrived at Harry's studio wearing a trench coat over one of her dance
costumes.
Harry immediately was apologetic: "I should have been clearer on the phone,
this is to be an interview not a shoot."
Sally looked disappointed, but she looked so good Harry decided to take a few
shots of her in her costume in addition to the head shots he had planned.
Harry explained: "I like to meet with a potential model, so that I can show
her what to expect, and more importantly give her a chance to change her mind."
Harry then showed her some pics from previous shoots, he allowed her to
examine some of the equipment he might use. He explained how and where the
shoot would take place, and the fee she would be receiving for the shoot.
Everything was agreeable to Sally "we can do the shoot right now as far as
I'm concerned".
"I require the models be accompanied by a chaperone, both for your safety and
for mine."
Harry did his bondage shoots out at his house, which provided privacy out in
the country and more space to set up scenes.
He told Sally "wear something that you'll feel comfortable in, I'll also have
some different outfits for you to wear."
He finished filling out an information sheet (measurements, sizes, age, etc.)
to file along with the head shots he'd taken of Sally. Then he reminded her to
bring a chaperone and that he would pick them both up at 9:00 A.M. sharp
Saturday morning.
Sally was excited "I'll see you Saturday then, 9 sharp."
Harry prided himself on his punctuality and it was precisely 9:00 A.M. when
he buzzed Sally's apartment.
"We'll be right down", Sally told him.
Sally was a knock out; long raven hair, athletic dancer's figure (5'7",
38"26"35"), perky face and attitude. She was accompanied by another strikingly
beautiful woman; with her blonde hair tied in a bun, slim fashion model figure
(5'9", 34"24"34"), and halty attitude.
Harry couldn't believe his eyes, most of the models he had hired had brought
their boyfriends or a musclebound bouncer from the club as a chaperone. Sally
had brought "my sister Jill".
Jill was Sally's older sister and looked very businesslike in her perfectly
tailored gray pant suite and sensible (2" heel) black patent leather pumps.
Sally on the other hand; wore a red tank top that looked a couple of sizes too
small leaving a bare midriff, and jeans so tight they seemed to be painted on
her. She was perched upon a pair of red shoes with a "T" strap and 4" heels. The
sisters though oddly contrasting made a very attractive pair.
Jill had been looking out for her younger sister ever since Sally had left
home three years ago and had come to stay with Jill shortly after Sally's 18th
birthday. Jill had an M.B.A. from a prominent University. Sally was a free
spirited waif, she wasn't exactly stupid but it seemed to Jill that she didn't
try thinking very often. Jill loved her sister and her free spirit, but she was
not always happy about the situations Sally sometimes found herself in, and this
was one of those.
After introducing her sister to Harry the two girls settled into the back of
Harry's S.U.V. and he drove them out to the former farmhouse he called home.
The trip was excessively quite and uneventful, Sally listened to music on her
personal C.D., while the dour Jill sat mutely beside her. An hour's drive
brought them to Harry's farmhouse.
Harry tried to refresh everyone after the hour long drive with coffee and
muffins. The effervescent Sally seemed ready and raring to go, so Harry tried to
ease the stern look from Jill's face and to put her mind at ease. He explained
everything to her, just as he had done for Sally during their interview. Jill
seemed to come around a bit, at least she stopped looking at Harry as though he
was some kind of pervert.
Harry decided it was time to get started, he lead Sally and Jill to one of
the rooms he had set up as a studio. The room was both carpeted and painted in
blue, it was not very large and was furnished mostly with photographic
equipment, the blue walls and carpet would allow Harry to create a suitable
background later. A single white leather and chrome chair was the only actual
piece of furniture in the room. Harry told Sally to make herself comfortable in
the chair while he got some rope and a chair for Jill to sit in. Harry returned
with several lengths of rope and director's chair for Jill.
Harry began by individually tying each of Sally's ankles to a leg of the
chair. He told Sally to cross her arms behind the back of the chair where he
secured her wrists. Then he ran a long length of rope from her wrists up over
her shoulders and down under her armpits several times before wrapping the rope
several times around her waist then tying off the rope to the one that bound
her wrist in back of the chair. Sally was now securely fastened to the chair. A
red cleave gag completed the tie.
Harry set about checking the lighting, and made a few adjustments. Then he
picked up his favorite Nikon FTN and went to work.
Harry moved around shooting two rolls of film (he liked to shoot one in
color, then reload with a roll of black and white), choosing different angles
and views as he shot. Sally stirred and struggled in her bounds.
Sally liked the feeling of being bound, and she began to experience a warm
pleasant feeling infringing upon her nether region.
Jill sat severely erect and legs properly crossed in the director's chair
watching everything Harry did, while trying to show as little interest as
possible.
Harry decided to change the pose. He released Sally's hands, but left her
legs bound to the chair. He then removed her top releasing her 36"D's from
their confinement. After testing the firmness of each tit he told Sally to
stretch her arms straight up. He then held her arms near the elbow and told her
to fold her arms down, so that her elbow pointed straight up and her wrists came
together at the nape of her neck.
Taking her hands and placing them palm to palm Harry secured them, making six
neat but tight loops around her wrists. To keep her hands in the praying
position he encased them with clear plastic tape that prevented her from bending
her fingers and locked her thumbs tightly within the palms of her hands. He then
ran a rope from her wrists to the rope around her waist and secured them in
place.
Harry then focused his attention on Sally's elbows passing a rope inside the
bend of her elbows he decided to see how close he could draw them. He succeeded
in pulling nearly fully together. This tie forced Sally's head forward until
her chin really rested upon her 36"D's. Harry decided a rope halter would
enhance the appeal of those marvelous breasts.
As a final touch he unbuttoned Sally's jeans and unzipped the fly, pulling
them down slightly off her hips. He reloaded the Nikon and started shooting
again.
After only a few shots Harry stopped, something wasn't right, he eyed Sally
as she tried futilely to straighten her arms. Then it struck him, the gag. He
removed the red scarf that had served as her gag. Sally took the opportunity to
relax her jaw, but before could she could make much progress Harry had a ring
gag ready to replace the red scarf. Sally looked at the ring not sure she could
open her mouth that wide. Before she could express her skepticism Harry had
pressed his thumb against Sally's chin forcing it down farther into her chest.
He pressed the bottom of the ring into her lower jaw behind her teethe, then
expertly popped the top of the ring in under her upper teethe, cinching the
strap tightly behind her head the gag was secured.
Sally was impressed with Harry's expertise in securing the gag, but found the
gag to be a lot less comfortable than the red scarf had been, and it did not
take long before drool began to accumulate at the edge of her mouth and her
stretched jaw began to feel the stress. Her forehead furrowed and the her eyes
widened expressing her anxiety.
Harry said "perfect" and resumed shooting.
As the morning progressed Harry changed Sally's ties and position several
times slowly relieving Sally of her clothing as he did so. By the time Harry
decided it was time for a lunch break Sally wore only her red high heels and was
securely tied in a frog-hog tie, ankles pinned to her thighs and arms crossed
tied behind her back. A rope knotted into her long black hair was connected to
the ties around her knees forcing her head to be pulled straight back and her
stare to be focussed straight ahead, a red ball gag that now worked to keep her
silent completed the picture.
At lunch Harry provided Sally with a robe, and Jill joined them. Once again
able to speak Sally was exuberant and couldn't wait to tell Jill how exciting
and strenuous Harry's rope work had been. She thought she must have had at least
five or six orgasms while securely restrained by Harry's ropes.
Jill was not ready to admit it, but the shoot had gotten her rather excited
too. As Sally had squirmed about in her bounds Jill had found herself squirming
about on her director's chair, she could not force herself to sit still. She
found herself nervously crossing and uncrossing her long shapely legs, and as
discreetly as she could she tried to ease these unwelcomed sensations by trying
to apply pressure to her excited pussy (the pants she wore made this more
feasible than a skirt would have done). Sally never noticed how uncomfortable
her sister was becoming during the shoot, but it did not go unnoticed by Harry.
After lunch Harry decided on a little dress-up. He provided Sally with a
white beaded cocktail dress, shear white stockings, white 5" high heeled pumps
and a white satin garment that Sally was not familiar with, a very stiff, very
restrictive under the breast corset. Harry enlisted Jill's help with the corset
and they soon had Sally's 26'' waist tightly compacted to very uncomfortable
20". Sally found breathing a little difficult at first, but as she adapted to
the constriction she found that breathing came a little easier.
Movement was another matter. She felt her movement very restricted, the
corset forced her to keep her body very rigid and up right, it also forced her
breasts to jut out another inch or two. The stockings attached to garter straps
that hung from the bottom of the corset. The dress went easily over her
corseted figure. She was surprised at how perfectly the dress conformed to her
now corseted figure, it hugged her thrusting breasts, clung tightly to her
restricted waist and sheathed her legs half way down her thighs, it fit her like
a custom made glove.
For restraints Harry decided metal was the way to go. He took a pair of
hinged cuffs and locked Sally's wrists together behind her back, another pair of
cuffs (connected by a single link) were used to fasten her elbows. A chain
choker collar was placed about her neck and a chain lead attached to the collar.
An immense white ball gag with matching white leather strap would keep the
talkative Sally quiet.
Harry gave a gentle tug on the leash, the collar constricted around Sally's
slender neck and Sally dutifully followed Harry's lead. He was pleased to note
how willingly Sally allowed herself to be directed by the lead.
He lead Sally into his library to a spot in front of the fireplace and
attached the lead to a ring that hung from another chain suspended from the
ceiling. The chain limited Sally's mobility, she could reach none of the
comfortable looking furniture nor could she move downward. She would be forced
to stand in nearly one spot. To decrease her mobility even more Harry now
fastened another set of hinged cuffs around her ankles. Sally could move only
very slightly with very very short steps, and the constriction of the collar
about her neck would keep her from moving too far.
Harry thought she looked perfect. This time he grabbed for his Hasselblad 500
(changing format) and started shooting again.
Harry left the dress on Sally for a few poses, but the final poses would
have Sally resplendent in only her corset, stockings and high heels.
For the final pose Harry locked leather cuffs around Sally's wrists and
ankles. He then had her lay face down on the floor and connected the ankle cuffs
to a spreader bar. He grabbed the bar and pulled her up and back. He reached for
her left wrist and fastened it to the bar and then he did the same with her
right wrist. He fastened the bar to an overhead pulley and pulled until Sally
was arched backwards. Her weight remained centered on the floor.
Harry shot his final rolls of film, using the Hasselblad to shoot in color
and the Nikon to shoot in black and white. Harry occasionally used a polaroid
(to give his model a sense of what she looked like in each pose) and a digital
camera (to allow some shots to go up quickly up on his web site), but only
sporadically, he preferred to rely on his skills in the dark room to achieve the
looks he desired in his photography.
After the shoot Harry directed Sally to the shower and while she freshened up
he spent some time with Jill.
"So Jill, what did you think of our days work?"
"I thought it went very well, you seem to work very professionally."
"You seemed to be very uncomfortable at times, I noticed you fidgeting in
the chair. Was it the chair or something else that created your discomfort?"
"Oh, the chair was comfortable enough, I really didn't notice."
Before Harry could probe Jill too far Sally returned from her shower.
"What have you two been talking about behind my back?
"Oh just this and that," was the noncommittal reply.
"Well Sally, now that you can speak once more, tell me how you liked being
bound and gagged all day."
"It was terrific, I got so excited I couldn't believe it. At first there was
some discomfort but as I became accustomed to the discomfort I began to feel
quite excited and it was really very pleasant."
"As you have no doubt noticed, I really enjoy my work. If you found the work
enjoyable can I persuade you to come out for another set?"
"I'd love to."
"You have my number, when you feel ready to be bound in tight ropes again
give me a call. Might I look forward to seeing you as well Jill?"
"Oh, I don't know, I guess anything is possible."
Harry drove Sally and Jill back to the city, "until next time."
End of Part 1
