Sara: A Model Prisoner Part Three of Three

It seemed like forever before the bedroom door opened and Ian walked out into the main room, with Sara looking up at her captor in defeat and submission. “Do you want me to take complete advantage of you?”

The suffering captive nodded as she moaned and begged with her hips pressing against the floor in a useless attempt to fulfil herself. Yes, take advantage of me, use me for your pleasure. Just stop this torment!

Ian rolled the writhing woman onto her right side, switched off the vibrator and removed the rope that teased her intimacy. That only eases it a little, and my body aches for you. He pulled the bound captive to her feet and then removed the waist and chest ropes from her body. Ian double stranded the end of the chest rope, threw the loop into the air, and Sara noticed a hook in the ceiling which the loop landed on.

I wonder what that’s for, it’s sure to have some purpose. Ian took one end and tied it to the ropes that bound Sara’s wrists together before lifting her up and placing her directly under the hook and facing the sofa. What are you going to do now?

She found out a second after she thought that, as her captor pulled on the other end of the rope which forced her hands up in the her and her upper body to bend over. As he continued, Sara found herself with her body parallel to the ground and her hands high above her back. The woman tried to bend her legs at the knees, but discovered that this put a great strain on her shoulders. This keeps me immobile and unable to move anywhere, so maybe you want to keep me in this position when you make love to me.

It was then that the woman moaned as she felt Ian’s fingers glide up and down the petals of her flower and Sara realised why she was tied like this. You’re going to make love to me while I’m standing up and completely immobile. In this position you can take me from behind and I’m powerless to prevent it.

“Your bottom looks very spankable like this, and I’m afraid that I’ll have to give in to temptation.”

Sara shook her head and pleaded with her captor. Please Ian, not again. You’ve already punished me once, I can’t take another beating like that.

“Don’t worry Sara, this will be a completely different type of spanking, and you might even learn to enjoy it.”

How can a spanking be enjoyable- OW! Not again! Sara shouted through her gag as her posterior was struck by her captor. After a moment though, she noticed that the blow was nowhere near as strong as the previous ones and it only left a stinging sensation. The woman cried out five more times after five more blows, but she sighed softly as Ian gently smoothed and caressed her bottom which caused her to writhe in her bonds. That feels so good after the spanking, and I’m more aroused than before.

The caressing stopped and Sara cried out as she received another six spanks, but even though they were harder, they didn’t seem to hurt as much. Is there something wrong with me? Those smacks were almost pleasurable. That feels even better though. The smoothing of Sara’s bottom was even more arousing than before and her petals were occasionally caressed as well, which caused the bound woman to emit more moans of pleasure.

The next series of blow are a little harder still, but the helpless woman could tell if they were painful or pleasurable. The gently touch of Ian’s hand on her bottom and intimacy felt heavenly though, and she thought that she might actually be brought to orgasm.

“Shall I spank you some more?” Ian asked.

Sara nodded her head. Yes, please spank me some more master, I want to be smacked and smacked by you. Strike after stinging strike landed on Sara’s pink posterior, but each act took her closer to the release of orgasm that she so desperately desired.

Finally, it seemed as if she was on the edge of her release and it would only take a few more smacks when...

Ian stopped and pulled back.

“Noph! Noph!” Screamed Sara through her gag at her captor. You can’t do this to me! You can’t leave me denied like this, on the edge of orgasm and unable to do anything to take myself over the edge. This is sheer torture, please spank me!

“I won’t spank you to orgasm now, but would you like to be bound, gagged and spanked later on?” Ian asked as his captive struggled in her bonds from her torment.

Sara nodded. I want to be spanked by you, and I want to be bound and gagged when you do it. I want you to take advantage of me and never set me free. I want to stay here as your prisoner with you having complete control over my helpless body! Then she realised the truth. OMG, I love this, I love being bound, gagged and naked. I want to be like this all the time, with you as my captor, and me as your slut in bondage.

The captive heard the familiar sound of a zip fastener being pulled down and she knew that her desires would soon be fulfilled. After a few seconds there was pressure against the petals of her flower, right beside where the vibrator was inserted into her, and it almost seemed as if there was an attempt to push the device out.

Sara was surprised as the point of pressure started to slowly move up from her cup of joy. What are you doing, Ian? Are you planning on teasing me before you remove that vibrator and take me? What Ian said next shocked her to the core.

“I’m afraid that the first entry point is closed Sara, so I’ll have to find another one.” Said Ian as the tip of his manhood moved higher still.

Other one? What other one? There’s only one entry point unless you count the- OMG! You can’t mean there, please you just can’t! Sara cried out in protest, shook her head and struggled helplessly as the truth dawned on her. You can’t do that to me Ian, you can’t take me right up my-, my-. I’ll never forgive you if you do. She felt his tip move higher and higher and she knew that she would be unable to stop him if he chose to take her that way.

She screamed as the cheeks of her bottom were pulled apart and the end of his shaft pressed against the other point, and the captive knew that she was moments away from violation.

“I’m just teasing and tormenting you, Sara. After all, I am your evil captor.” Ian said as he released her cheeks and pulled back from her. Sara sighed with relief as the horrendous threat that hung over her disappeared in an instant.

Please, just don’t do that to me again, you nearly scared the life out of me. The woman relaxed still further as Ian removed the device from her flower in preparation for taking advantage of her.

Sara squealed as her captor sheathed himself into her cup of joy, which seemed as if it was filled to the brim by his actions. Slowly and gently, Ian slid himself in and out of the woman in front of him which teased her intimacy and brought her closer to her fulfilment. At last, soon I will be pleasured after all my trials.

The thrusts increased in speed and Sara pushed herself against Ian as best she could to increase the experience from each action. Please go faster Ian, make me climax. She cried out each time that Ian pushed into her, showing her joy at being made love to and he moved harder and faster in response.

As the quickness and intensity of his thrusts increased still further, Sara knew that her release from desire would not take long and it seemed as if her cup and mound were enflamed with her lust. Yes, yes, that’s it! She noticed that she was biting hard on her gag and she wondered if she was going to bite it in two when the moment of joy arrived.

It wasn’t long before the bound lady was close to the edge and every thrust was punctuated with a loud scream, as her feelings overwhelmed her senses. Just a little more, please just a little more! Almost as if her heard her thoughts, Ian increased his thrusts again, which was enough to take his captive over the edge.

Oh yes, oh yes, OH YESSSS-. Sara emitted a long, loud scream as her being was filled with the bliss of ecstasy, and it seemed to was over her like an all-encompassing wave, which left her twitching and convulsing in her ropes. She was vaguely aware of her captor continuing with his actions, until he exploded inside her which added to her joy...

As she came back to reality, Sara noticed that she was virtually hanging from her arms, and she quickly straightened her legs for support so that the strain on her shoulders was alleviated. As she looked around the room, there was no sign of Ian anywhere. Surely you haven’t abandoned me after I have been used for your pleasure, that would be very cruel of you.

The bedroom door opened and Ina walked into the main room. “Good, I see that you are ready for more games.” He said as her untied the rope that tied his captive’s hands to the hook in the ceiling. “I’m going to prepare you before I take you to the bedroom.” The rope was again used to bind Sara’s arms to her upper body, with the cord going above and below the breasts, and the second long rope was wrapped around her wrists and waist once more.

The hogtie rope was tied to Sara’s wrists, threaded between her legs, looped over the waist rope at the front, taken back between her legs and tied off at her wrists. The captive moaned as the knots in the rope once again pressed into her, and she knew what was going to happen next when Ian picked up the vibrator. The crotch rope was pulled to one side, the vibrator was inserted into the helpless lady, and then the rope was put back to hold the helpless woman’s tormentor in place.

The device was switched on and Sara moaned as the device worked its magic on her intimacy. I wonder how long it will be before the vibrator forces me to the point where I will beg and plead for you to take me.

The woman watched as Ian reached into his right trouser pocket and pulled out a small collar. It seems that I really am about to become you slave now, Ian. I just wonder how you’ll react when I tell you that I’m the wrong model and I came here by accident. Right now, none of this matters as I don’t want my captivity to stop.

Ian took a lead out of his left trouser pocket and attached one end to the collar around Sara’s neck. “It’s time for you to follow me to the bedroom, my slave.”

The woman felt a thrill shoot through her body at the mention of the word ‘slave’.  I never thought that being called that would be so nice. I feel as if I am your slave and that this is who I am supposed to be.

Ian gave a tug on the lead and Sara slowly hopped in the direction of the bedroom, thinking that further pleasures and torments lay in store for her. When the enslaved lady entered the bedroom, she noticed that it was just as luxurious as the main room, with a large brass bed covered with white sheets and pillows in the centre. Ian removed the Lead from Sara’s collar and put it down on a table. “Sit down on the right side of the bed, slave.”

Ian’s ‘slave’ hopped over to the right side of the bed, sat down and waited for her master’s next action. The man walked over to Sara and proceeded to untie the ropes that bound her legs, starting with the thighs, continuing with the two ropes around her knees, and then the rope that tied her ankles together. He took hold of the woman’s black panties and removed them, leaving Sara in just her stockings and shoes. I doubt that I shall be needing them again as I’m only here for your entertainment.

“This is what you are to do next, slave. You are to get on the bed, and face the right side. Then, you are to kneel with your knees as far apart as possible. You must also make sure that your ankles are crossed, once this is done. If you fail to obey me, then you will be punished.”

Sara nodded and then slowly made her way onto the bed, turned to face Ian and then placed herself into a kneeling position just as he had ordered, before placing her right ankle above her left. Ian picked up two of the lengths of rope and sat down on the bed behind Sara and used one of the pieces to lash her ankles together with a horizontal and vertical pattern. With my ankles bound in this way, I will not be able to bring my knees together, which makes me completely accessible for you.

The second length of rope was looped around Sara’s wrists and ankles several times before it was tightened and knotted off, leaving the captive in a strict kneeling hogtie with her ankles crossed. I cannot struggle in this position as I will just fall over.

Ian removed himself from the bad and walked around to his captive’s front. “Kneeling and immobilised, just as a good slave should be. You are my property now, and you are going to remain so.”

Hearing these words thrilled Sara immensely. I know that this shoot is going to end eventually, but I would dearly love to be your slave for as long as possible. She looked demurely at her captor, wondering what was going to happen next.

What did happen next was completely unexpected as Ian’s phone rang. “Hello, Ian here.” he said, surprised by the call. “Who is it? The agency? What has happened? Hold on for a moment.” He turned to the captive on the bed and asked “Is your name Sara?”

Sara nodded to confirm her name. I think that the other model must have contacted the agency, and let them know about the mix-up. The poor lady must have been awfully bored as she must have expected what I have been through, but ended up with a normal photographic session.

Ian returned to his phone call.”Do you mean that there was a mistake with the cards and the wrong model turned up for the assignment? That Sara has never modelled before and this is her first shoot? I just thought that she was a great actor by pretending that she didn’t know what was going to happen. Yes, I’ll pay the other lady’s fee as well. I think that I had better hang up now, as I have one bound, gagged and naked model who’s probably very angry with me for putting her in this situation.” Ian ended the phone call and turned back to Sara.

I’m not angry with you Ian, I’m actually very sad that this has come to an end, and I have no way of prolonging it. then a thought went through her mind and she smiled at the idea. That might work, but it is technically blackmail. I doubt that you would go to the police though, and persuading you might be very easy.

By this time, Ian was kneeling on the bed behind Sara and he proceeded to unbuckle and remove the gag. “I’m so sorry about this Sara, I thought by the way you behaved that you were the model that was sent for the shoot.” The straps were parted, and Ian carefully pulled the ball from the helpless lady’s mouth. “I’ll free you and compensate you for what has happened.”

The gag was finally taken out of Sara’s mouth and Ian took his hands down to the rope that bound Sara’s wrists to her ankles. At this point, The lady struggled furiously in an attempt to stop Ian from untying the knot.

“Stop!” Sara shouted, trying to prevent Ian from freeing her. “Don’t you dare touch any of these knots! Don’t you even think of letting me go!”

Ian pulled his hands away from Sara in shock. “I have to untie you Sara, you shouldn’t even have been here and I have no right to keep you tied up. I’ll be able to free you quickly and you can be on your way.”

“Don’t touch these ropes, Ian! Have you even considered what would happen if you set me free? Do you realise how many crimes you have committed today? If you set me free, I am going straight to the police and tell them everything, and you’ll most likely end up with a custodial sentence.”

Ian seemed hesitant as he spoke. “So, it’s obvious that you want something from me, otherwise you would have kept quiet and gone to the police. What is the price that I would have to pay for your silence?”

Sara smiled “You don’t have to pay any price for my silence.” she said “All you have to do is keep me tied up, put the gag back in my mouth, and I won’t be able to say anything to anyone.”

“Sara, are you honestly saying that you want to stay as my slave? I find that difficult to believe, especially after what I have done to you.”

Sara let out a moan as the vibrator inside her steadily increased her arousal. “When you seduced me for real, did you think that I would just be seduced into wanting to make love to you? What you actually did was turn me into your bondage slut, and I cannot bear the thought of anything else right now. You made me your sex-slave and I’m your responsibility. If you set me free and abandon me, I’ll be heartbroken and devastated, with revenge as my only recourse.”

“Ian thought for a moment before asking “Are you truly sure about this Sara, because if you decide to be my sex-slave, then I will be in charge and you must do what I order you to.”

“I would rather be your slave and be teased and tormented by you than be abandoned by my master. It’s your choice Ian, free me and face the consequences of your actions, or enslave me and have your own personal captive from now on.”

Ian picked up the ball gag, held it in front of Sara’s mouth and said “Open wide, my slave.”

“Yes, master.” Sara opened her mouth wide and accepted the gag that sealed her fate as a bondage slave, with Ian as her master. The straps of the gag were buckled at the back of her neck and Ian caressed her intimacy, which along with the vibrator, caused the slave to writhe and squirm as her release approached. This is going to be my first orgasm as a sex-slave, one of many, I hope. The caresses intensified and the slave girl was take to the peak of her desire.

Yes, YESS- Sara screamed into her gag as the joy overwhelmed her...

The End 

Sara: A Model Prisoner Part Two of Three

Sara closed her eyes, turned her head to her left and parted her lips slightly. It’s odd but it feels quite good to be tied up like this. I hope that you don’t think that I’m some kind of weirdo, Ian. In her mind’s eye, she saw herself being kissed by Ian and this caused more than a little confusion in her mind. This is weird, I’ve only known you for a little while, and I want you to kiss me. I can’t allow myself to think this way, as I’m supposed to be acting professionally as a model. Maybe it’s because you’ve tied me up and I’m starting to act like a helpless captive who wants her captor to be nice to her.

It seemed to the helpless model that her imagination was growing stronger as she could almost feel the pressure of his lips against hers and the sensation was quite pleasurable to her. I didn’t realise that my mind can play tricks on me like this, it’s as if I’m being kissed for real. A moment later, it almost felt as if a hand gently smoothed itself up her leg and she writhed a little from the imaginary attention. My fantasies are starting to take over now, but maybe I should enjoy this for a few minutes more before continuing with the modelling. After all Ian can speak to me when he wants me to continue. So she sat helplessly on the sofa, revelling in her fantasy seduction from her photographer.

Sara was suddenly shocked to wakefulness as the kiss and caress became stronger and she felt the brush of Ian’s tongue against her lips. OMG, I’m not imagining this! Her eyes opened wide and she saw Ian pressing his lips against hers as his right hand ran up and down her right thigh.

“MPH!” She cried as she struggled under his grip. Get off me! I was hired to be a model, not a prostitute. She turned her face to the left, breaking free from the kiss and said “Ian! Stop it right now! I’m not here so that you can have some fun.”

The photographer pulled back and said “I’m sorry, but I thought that you were enjoying it.”

“That’s not the point Ian, I’m supposed to by your model, not some kind of escort girl. Anyway, I think that we should get back to the assignment, and I would like you to remove these ropes.” Sara knew that she had enjoyed what he had done to her, but she was indignant about him taking advantage of her while she was helpless. In a week’s time, then maybe we could arrange to go on a date, but personal contact is completely inappropriate at the moment.

Ian went around the sofa to where he had placed the bag. “I’m truly sorry about this Sara, I’ll take out a pair of scissors so that I can quickly cut you free.”

Sara stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at Ian at the moment because of the liberties he had taken with her, even though a part of her still wanted him to kiss and caress her. This is insane, it’s almost as if my body is lusting after what you did to me. “Hurry up please, I don’t want to be stuck like this all day.” Said the model as she twisted in her ropes in a futile attempt to free herself from her bonds.

There was a feeling of pressure and a slight adjustment of movement as Ian sat down to the left of her. “You can start with my wrists and elbows, as I’ll feel better once they are free.” Sara wriggled her hands to emphasis what she had said to the photographer, but nothing happened.

“Ian, please what are you waiting- -ulp!” Sara was surprised by what happened next when her speaking was stopped as Ian’s left hand took hold of her lower jaw, pulling it down, and his right inserted what seemed to be some kind of large ball into her mouth. She was still wondering what was happening to her when she felt what seemed to be straps pressing hard against each side of her face, and then it was almost as if the two straps were buckled together tightly at the back of her neck, under her hair.

“MMPH! MMPH!” Cried the now gagged woman, as she shook her head furiously in a useless attempt to free her mouth from the ball. This is horrible, my jaws are forced wide apart, it feels as if this rubber ball is filling my mouth and my tongue is pushed back.

As she continued in trying to force the ball from between her lips, Ian returned to the bag and he went around to Sara’s front with a mirror. She almost screamed as she caught sight of her distended mouth that was filled with a large red ball, and she saw the two black leather straps digging into her cheeks on either side of her face.

“It’s called a ball gag, Sara.” said Ian as he put the mirror back down on the table and walked back to the front of his captive. “I must say that you look immensely sexy and erotic, now that you are bound and gagged.”

Sara started to struggle against the ropes that bound her, even though there was no chance of escape. So that’s what this is about, this wasn’t about helping me with my modelling, it was all to do with tying me up and gagging me. You are probably getting a big thrill out of having me helpless in front of you.

Sara watched as Ian sat down to her left and behind her, and she trembled as she knew that he could do anything that he wanted to her, and she had absolutely no chance of stopping him.

“Nomph, nomph!” Sara cried as he put his arms around her waist and softly kissed the captive on her bare shoulders. I can’t believe that this is happening to me! My first assignment and I’ve ended up bound, gagged and molested! As the kisses continued, his hands moved down to her legs and gently caressed her thighs, causing her to be even more angry at his actions. Sara was troubled though, as she was finding this pleasurable, even though she didn’t want this to happen. That’s so good, no wait stop! No, it’s as if I’m starting to enjoy these touches from you. Oh no, I cannot believe that I just did that. A low moan escaped from her gagged lips as the pressure on her legs grew stronger.

“So, it sounds as if you enjoying being taken advantage of while you’re helpless.” Ian said as he started to move his hands up her body.

Sara shook her head again and emitted a series of “MMPHS!” in protest at his comment. No, I’m not enjoying this at all. I don’t want this to happen to me. Just let me go. It was then that she felt the stirrings of desire within her Mound of Venus, which came as a shock to the helpless woman. OMG, what if part of me actually wants this to happen, and in some way I want him to use me while I’m bound and gagged? No, I can’t let these feelings take over, I must resist your efforts as it is obvious that you are trying to seduce me.

It became harder for the poor lady to keep control of her feelings as Ian kissed her deeply on the left side of her neck, and his hands slipped under her dress and softly caressed the mounds of her breasts. The experience of his soft fingers gliding over her skin elicited another mouth from behind her gag until she caught herself and shook her head in annoyance. I will not let myself became your bound and gagged sex kitten, I will not surrender to your advances.

Ian whispered into Sara’s left ear. “You know that you want this, why don’t you just give in to me?” Again the captive shook her head in response to his comment and struggled as best she could, but Ian just resumed his kisses on her neck and his fingertips traced gentle circles around her nipples.

After several more minutes, Ian stopped and pulled back from his captive, and Sara looked relieved. Is that all you wanted, a kiss and a grope? I would have thought that I would have been in more trouble. There was a part of her that actually felt a little disappointed as he untied the rope that bound her wrists to her ankles which allowed her to move her legs again.

“I think that you need to be standing up for a minute before I continue, so I will help you onto your feet.” He stood up, placed his arms around her, and then raised her into a standing position, facing the right of the sofa.

It was a few seconds later when Sara felt his hands go under her hair. Great, you’re going to remove my gag. I mustn’t say anything to annoy you, as you’ll probably just put the gag back in instead of untying me. I’ll wait until I’m completely free before I tell you what I think of you. What happened next, however, provided the greatest shock yet for the captive model.

My dress! You’re unhooking the clasps at the back of my neck which holds my dress up. OMG, you’re not going to free me, you’re going to undress me! The lady watched as her captor unhooked the straps and they fell free from either side of her neck. The only reason my breasts aren’t exposed yet is because the chest ropes are holding the straps in place. Oh no, what are you doing now?

Ian moved around to her front, took hold of the hem of her dress and started to gently pull it down, exposing Sara’s breasts and then the rest of her body. That’s why you wanted me to stand up. It’s easier for you to pull my dress off, and I can’t struggle because I will fall over and there’s no way to stop my fall. Soon, the bound and gagged woman stood there topless, with her dress around her feet and her cheeks were almost crimson.

 “I must say that you look even sexier like this.” Ian said as he ran his eyes over the captive in front of him.

Sara glared back at the man who had embarrassed her by removing her dress. You must be enjoying the fact that I’m only in my shoes, stockings and black panties. Why don’t you just pull my panties down so that you can see me fully exposed for you. OMG, I shouldn’t have said that! Ian stepped forward, took hold of the panties covering Sara’s modesty, and she squealed as they were pulled down to her thigh ropes. You actually did it! I’m essentially in the nude and completely vulnerable.

Then Ian gently embraced the helpless model, softly kissed her on the right side of her neck and she snuggled into him before she knew what she was doing. You must really be playing games with my mind as I actually enjoyed this. It must be because of your act of humiliation was replaced by one of comfort. She offered no resistance as he continued to kiss and cuddle her, and she was only mildly surprised when his hands moved down to her buttocks and her lower body was pressed against his which increased the growing flame in her flower. It’s obvious that you like me a lot from your virility pressing into me. I didn’t think that I was that attractive.

A few minutes later, Sara realised that she had surrendered herself to Ian and she fought against her feelings to regain control of herself. I can’t allow myself to be seduced by you, if I can keep resisting maybe you’ll get tired of this and let me go. She was surprised when Ian sat down on the settee and pulled her onto his lap, with her facing his right. You probably want to try more of your tricks on me on, I bet.

Sara’s hips twitched and her feelings of need grew, and Ian placed his right hand at the top of her thighs as he placed sweet little kisses onto her chest. That’s even more effective than before. I just hope that I can hold out longer than you can. She moaned again as his hand gently caressed her right thigh at the top of her legs and his lips brushed against the mounds of her breasts. That feels so good, I almost wish I could surrender to you right now. No, I must hold on.

It was then that her hips thrust forward involuntarily his fingers gently stroked her mound of Venus, and he planted sweet kisses on her nipples. As the lady looked down, she saw that her nipples had become erect from the attention that she was receiving, and she wondered if she was losing the battle against her own lust. Her body arched as her playfully sucked on her nipples and his fingers slipped between her legs, stroking the petals of her flower.

Maybe I should surrender and let you make love to me, it might be far more enjoyable that way. No, I cannot give in to you, that would strip me of my self-respect, God knows that you stripped me of anything else. Sara struggled and twisted in desperation, knowing that if she didn’t try something now then she would have no other choice to surrender sexually to her captor. She screamed through her gagged mouth and kicked out with her legs in a last act of defiance.

As Sara continued with her struggling, Ian said “I’m afraid that I’m going to have to punish you for your misbehaviour, my bad Sara.” He moved himself so that he was sitting on the edge of the sofa, took hold of Sara and placed her face down over his lap, with her facing to the left, with her feet on the floor. “You have been a naughty little girl, and you are going to be treated like all little naughty girls should be.”

Sara struggled and protested through her gag at Ian’s threat, but as she kicked out with her feet and brought them back, she knocked over her handbag which was at the right side of the sofa. Oh great, I’ve probably knocked my phone, purse and items all over the floor. What is wrong with me? I’m bound, gagged, essentially naked, I’m about to given a spanking, and what do I think about? The items in my handbag.

“MMMMGMMM!” Sara cried as the first hard strike landed on her bottom. I didn’t believe that you would treat me like a child and spank me, just because I struggled and annoyed you. OW! A second blow landed and Sara squirmed under the grip of her captor’s left hand which held her down.

The helpless captive cried out as blow after stinging blow rained down on her unprotected posterior and it wasn’t long before she was writhing from the painful punishment that was inflicted on her. After about ever ten blows or so, Ian stopped the punishment and smoothed her bottom, which lessened the pain but served to increase the level of her arousal.

Then the spanking started again and it wasn’t long before Sara was begging through her gag for mercy. Please stop Ian, please. I’ll do anything you want, but please stop my spanking!

The poor lady thought that it would never stop, but Ian paused after a few minutes after Sara’s bottom was red from the impacts. “I can carry on for much longer, but I think that you have had enough. Are you going to fight me anymore?”

My poor cheeks are stinging like crazy after the smacking that you have given me. I can’t take anymore of this, I have to give in. Sara nodded mutely, indicating her compliance.

“And are you sorry for being a bad little girl?” Again Sara nodded.

“I am going to put you on the floor for a while so that you can reflect on your bad behaviour. Do not give me any trouble when I do so.”

Sara nodded. I have no intentions of being spanked like that again.

Ian picked up his captive and laid her face down parallel to the sofa with her head to the right of the piece of furniture before picking the hogtie rope, double stranding it and tying one end to Sara’s wrist bonds. The woman was rolled onto her right side, the rope was taken between her legs at the top of her thighs and then looped over the waist rope at the front. A series of knots were placed along part of the remainder of the rope by Ian before he threaded it back between Sara’s, and he captive was placed back on her front again.

Her captor took hold of her ankles, bent her legs at the knees so that her heels pressed against her bottom, looped the end of the rope over the lady’s wrist bonds and securely tied the end off at her ankles. As he let go, Sara squealed as the knots pressed into her mound and flower, stimulating her to a higher state of arousal and she moaned from the caresses by the rope as she writhed helplessly. The knots are rubbing against my crotch, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

“That’s called a crotch rope, and it seems that you have already discovered why it is called that. You have already received your punishment by pain, and now it is time for punishment by pleasure.”

Sara listened as her captor moved to where the canvas bag was and it sounded as if something was taken out of the bag. Pleasure? How can you punish someone with pleasure? A few seconds later, Ian returned and rolled Sara onto her right side and she saw what he was carrying in his left hand. A metal vibrator? Please, you’re not going to use that on me, surely.

The girl pleaded and begged through her gag as Ian moved her crotch rope to one side before inserting the device into her flower. Then he moved the rope back over the item which would ensure that it could not slip back out, pressed the button to start it and placed the tormented captive back on her front.

“I’m going to lie down in the bedroom for an hour, so I’ll leave you to rest on the floor.” Ian turned, walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, with the helpless lady already begging on the floor.

She struggled against her bonds in a futile effort to free herself, but every time she did so, the knots caressed her highly aroused intimacy and the vibrator pressed into her even more. It was almost as if her attempts were just resulting in acts of self-penetration. Every time I move, it just makes things worse for me, but I’m so aroused by this that I am unable to keep still. I must try and take my mind off this tormentor within me. Wait, what’s that?

Sara had noticed the contents of the handbag that she had knocked over earlier, and the card was on the floor, close to her. After a few minutes of wriggling, she was close enough to make out what was written on the card, and she noticed that it was the back, which she hadn’t read. As she took in the information of the assignment, her heart sank.

“Assignment for photographer Ian Somerhalder. Wanted: Experienced Model who is used to Bondage shoots. Note: session will involve the model ending up bound and gagged, stripped bare, and spanked. There will then be a break after which the Model will experience Bondage Sex. Special Note: Before the break, the model must act as innocent as possible and pretend to be naive concerning getting tied up and then resistant to the photographer’s advances.”

OMG! This must have been the assignment for the other lady, as it explains why her clothes were so plain. She wanted to appear as innocent as possible. Sara groaned through her gag as the realisation of her situation dawned on her. Everything I did was a green light to Ian. He thought that I was the model who was assigned to him, and my behaviour must have confirmed it. The most insane thing is that had I surrendered and been willing when he was loving me, he would have stopped the shoot.

The captive found it was hard to think of anything now as the fire of her need was stronger than ever, and she was continually writhing and moaning in her torture of denial. I cannot be fulfilled by this, and all that will happen is that I will be kept on the edge of my need. You win Ian, please come back in, please take me!

Sara cried out through her gag in her frustration and denial, but there was no answer...

Sara: A Model Prisoner Part one of Three

Sara fidgeted on the couch at the model agency where she had just registered, and she tugged at the narrow gold chain around her right wrist as she waited to see if there was an available assignment on this day. I do hope that they have a shoot that I can do, as I need this income. If it wasn’t for my friend telling me about this agency, I don’t know how I was going to make ends meet. To try and take her mind off the chain, Sara decided to smooth out the pleats of her light blue, deep V halter neck mini dress with her fingers. This is a little revealing, as the neck does go down at the front, and the hem is half way up my thighs, but she did say that modesty will not be helpful when looking for work. At least the tops of my stockings are covered, and these black high heels are relatively comfortable.

“Sara?” The lady looked up with a start as her name was mentioned. “Sara, I think that I may have something for you straight away.” The lady picked up her black handbag and walked over to the counter, where a smartly dressed lady was looking at a computer screen.

“What is it?” Sara asked, as she wondered what was going to happen next.

“We have a photographer called John Summerville on our books, who is always looking for new talent, and it just so happens that he has put in another request for a new model. This could be a good break for you as he is always very helpful with girls who are starting out and he advises them on how to pose and move so that they can be better models. Believe me Sara, this is the best first assignment that you can have, as he’s kind, courteous and ever the perfect gentleman.” The lady behind the desk handed Sara a card with the details of the assignment on it

“Is there anything, well, special that I will have to do?” Sara asked.

“If he asks you for certain poses, or for you to do anything, just obey him as he has your best interests at heart, and he wants to see you become a better model. Also, you won’t need to undress for him unless you would really want to do so, but your dress should be alluring enough for this shoot. I would go now, and not keep him waiting as he has already sent a taxi for you.”

Sara kept a loose grip onto the card as she turned around and started to walk to the elevator so that she could get to the model shoot. As she did so, she bumped into a plain dressed but attractive lady and lost hold of the card that contained the details.

“I’m sorry about that.” Sara said as she bent over and looked for her card, and she noticed that there were two cards on the floor.

The other woman picked up the cards and handed one to Sara. “Don’t worry about it.” she said “We are all in a hurry for our first shoot.”

“Is it that obvious?” The novice asked, wondering what the more experienced model must be thinking of her.

“It is, but don’t worry. I tripped over on the first way to my modelling assignment, so this is minor as accidents go. I hope you have a good shoot, the first of many.”

“Thank you.” Sara said as she continued towards the elevator. “Good luck with yours.” She pressed the button and waited a few seconds for the door to open before stepping inside and selecting the ground floor. I suppose that I’m lucky in a way, as this elevator was immediately available because of her. No one else stopped her downward transit , so she exited the elevator into the foyer of the building and left the building through a set of revolving doors.

It was then than she noticed two yellow taxis and made her way to the second one, as she always found out that the first one was never for her. Sara knocked on the window, showed the driver that card with the address on it and asked “Is this the address that you are supposed to take me to, please?”

The driver looked at the card for a moment before answering “Yes, that is the address that I have been given, so if you would like to get into the back, we can be on our way.” Sara opened the left side door, entered and sat down, closed the door and within seconds the taxi was on its way.

“You seem to be a little nervous,” the cab driver said “So I won’t bother you with any chat.”

“I’m more than a little nervous as I have never modelled before, and I don’t know what to expect today.”

“From what I know, Lady Sandra never puts her models in an unpleasant situation so this should be an easy day for you.”

The driver went quiet and concentrated on his task as Sara put the card in her handbag and composed herself for the day to come. I hope that I don’t let the photographer down, but it sounds as if it will be impossible on this shoot.

It seemed to the aspiring model that it was moments later when the taxi pulled up outside the destination hotel, and the driver said “This is your stop and from what I read on the card, you are to take the elevator to the top floor to the penthouse suite.” As Sara looked through her handbag for her purse, he said “Don’t worry, your fare has already been paid by the photographer so just go on up. Have a good shoot.”

Sara was exiting the taxi by now and shut the door behind her as she said “Thanks for the smooth ride. Must drivers just seem to throw their cabs around in an effort to get the trip finished as quickly as possible, instead of providing a smooth journey for their customers. Anyway, I mustn’t keep you from your work, bye for now.” She turned and walked into the lavish hotel, with the security officer opening the large door for her and heading straight for an open elevator, pressing the button for the highest floor.

I just hope that I don’t stumble over my own words when I meet John, as that will make me appear to be really naive. The elevator beeped and the doors opened, showing a short corridor to the penthouse door and Sara pressed the button beside the  door which she presumed to be the bell. After a few seconds, the door opened and a handsome man wearing a back trousers, shoes and a white shirt opened the door.

“Good morning, my name is Ian. How can I help you?”

Sara was confused for a moment by the name. I thought that Sandra had said that his name was John, but maybe she meant Ian and said John instead. Anyway, the taxi driver brought me here, so it must be the right person, and I mustn’t appear to be shy concerning this.

“Hello Ian, I’m the model that Lady Sandra sent. I’m sorry if I seem a little nervous, but this is my first modelling assignment and she told me that you would help me through this.”

“Yes of course, come on in, I’m forgetting my manners.” Ian opened the door and Sara stepped through into a luxurious suite with all of the latest gadgets. In the centre of the room under the cream carpet, was a large four seater deep red fabric sofa which faced a large plasma television which hung on the wall. There were three lamps on stands, pointing at the area of the couch which provided more illumination than the interior lighting would, and there were two tripods with one that was topped by a video camera.

“I’ll get you a drink if you would like, and please make yourself comfortable on the sofa.” Ian said as he put a large canvas bag around the back of the couch.

“Thank you Ian, I’ll just have a small glass of water.” Sara said as she placed her handbag at the right side of the sofa and sat down demurely on the middle cushion. Ian walked into the kitchen and returned about thirty seconds later with a short, wide glass filled with water. He handed it to Sara who took a few sips before putting it down on a small table to the left of the settee.

“Shall we get started then, Ian? I don’t want to wait any longer because I’m feeling a little nervous at modelling for the first time.” Sara requested as she started to fidget a little.

“Certainly Sara, I’ll just pick up my camera and we can get started.” Ian commented as he walked over to the side and picked up his digital SLR. He turned the lever at the top, which was accompanied by a beep and followed by two more beeps a second later. He held to camera to his face and said “Feel free to take whatever poses that you would like to do, as this part is just about getting you to feel comfortable in front of the camera. By the way, I must say that you look very attractive in that dress of yours.”

“Thank you.” Sara replied as she felt the rush of blood to her cheeks. “I hope that it’s okay for the shoot, though.”

“It’s perfect, and it will allow you greater mobility than figure hugging dresses do.” Sara heard a click from the camera as Ian took his first picture of her, and she placed herself in various positions as she slowly became accustomed to being photograph.

After a few minutes had gone by, Ian lowered his DSLR and said “I would like to try a special pose if it’s okay with you.”

“Sure.” Sara said in response. I wonder how you want me to position myself?

“What I would like you to do is to turn your body to the right, place your ankles together, and put your hands together behind your back.” Ian instructed.

Sara thought for a second and crossed her ankles on the floor, took her arms behind her back, and clasped her hands together. This does seem to be an unusual position, and it is quite restrictive, but Ian might be trying to get me used to being in an awkward situation. The man raised his camera again and took a series of photographs with Sara moving her head and trying to keep her hands and feet together. It was hard, and she did fail on occasion to maintain her position.

“I’m sorry about that, Ian, as it does seem to be harder than it appears.” Sara said as her ankles and hands came apart again.

“That’s okay Sara, I do have a few props that can help you stay in that position, if it’s acceptable to use them.” Ian said as he put his camera down on the tale on the left side of the sofa and then going to his canvas bag.

“The agency told me to obey your instructions as it would help me to become a better model.” said Sara. “Shall I place myself in the position that you want me to be in again?”

“Yes please, Sara.” Ian replied, so the lady turned to the right, placed her hands together palm to palm behind her back and put her feet side by side. A moment later, she noticed Ian moving and then sitting on the couch behind her, and she was surprised as something was looped several times around her wrists. This was following by the sensation of more loops between her hands and then a tightening.

“Don’t worry, I’m just using a length of rope to bind your wrists together.” Ian said as he knotted off the ends of the white cord.

“It is a little- unusual, but as I was told to trust you in this assignment, I am okay with it. What do you want me to do now?”

Ian picked up the camera and raised it to his face. “You can pose as you are, or you can struggle to get your wrists free. I should obtain some good photographs of you, either way.”

Sara placed herself in various positions for Ian, although her present situation made movement a little more awkward as her balance was altered by her bound arms. After a little while, she started to twist and pull at the rope with her wrists in an effort to free herself, and when that failed, she tried to reach the knot with her fingernails in an attempt to pick at it so that it could be undone.

This also proved to be futile, and the lady halted in any serious attempt at escape and just continued to twist and writhe against her restraint.

“That was a very good series of photographs, and your face looked very intense as your attempted to untie the rope.” Ian said as he put the camera down.

“Thank you.” Sara replied as she pulled at her bonds again. “I seemed to forget that you were there ,some of the time.”

“That’s good, as it means you are getting used to the camera. If I may be so bold Sara, could I add something else to you?”

“Certainly Ian, after all I am here to learn from you.” Sara answered.

Ian knelt on the floor in front of her, took a length of white rope out of his right trouser pocket, double stranded it and looped it around Sara’s ankles about five times. As she watched, he then made three loops between her legs, tightened the rope and then tied a knot between her ankles at the front.

“Now Sara, when I start to photograph you again, you can pose for me or try to get your ankles free. Feel free to try anything to escape.” Ian said as he prepared to take some more pictures.

Sara moved around on the sofa and she discovered that her mobility was far more limited than before, which was due to the added restraint that was tied around her ankles. This is much more difficult as I am unable to move my feet separately and this affects my ability to balance even more. I didn’t think that I would end up bound hand and foot like this, but this must be Ian’s way if breaking the ice. After another period of posing, Sara shuffled her bottom to the back of the sofa and managed to get her feet onto the cushions after a few attempts. She managed to take hold of the rope around her ankles and ensure that her feet wouldn’t slide back off, but the securing knot remained just out of effective reach of her fingers and they slipped off whenever she tried to pull the rope free.

After about five more minutes, Sara gave up on trying to untie the rope that bound her ankles and just settled down on the sofa in more poses. “It’s a lot harder than it looks when you’re trying to reach the knots, especially when they are out of reach.” She said as she squirmed in her position.

“There have been women who have been too scared to even pose the way that you have, so you are doing better than some of them.” Ian switched off the camera, removed the memory card, slotted a new one in and then placed the camera on the second tripod before switching it back on.

“Is there anything special about posing in ropes?” Sara asked.

“Well, if you are okay with being tied up and photographed, there are websites that will pay good money for models who are willing and able to do this. If you are willing, I would like to tie you up some more so that you can find out if you are able to remain comfortable when you are bound.”

“Go ahead.” said Sara “My wrists and ankles are already tied, so any extra rope would be more cosmetic than effective.”

“Turn to face the right of the sofa, and I will carry the bag around to the front.” Ian said as he went around to the back of the couch.

Sara put her feet onto the carpet and turned to her right, wondering what Ian had in store for her. Ian put the bag down, removed a length of rope, and Sara was shocked slightly as her arms were pulled together before the cord was looped several times around her elbows, cinched and then knotted off firmly.

I’m not sure that I will even be able to move my arms now that my elbows are tied together and I’m sure that there is more to come. The woman watched as two long pieces of white cord were taken out of the bag and the first was looped around her upper body above and below her breast, which locked her upper arms into place when it was tied off. The second was wrapped around her waist and wrists, and Sara knew that this would prevent any effective movement of her hands once the ends of the rope were knotted.

As Ian knelt in front of her and removed three more pieces of rope from the bag, Sara struggled slightly with her arms and said “This is extremely effective Ian, as I can hardly move my arms at all now, especially with all of these ropes restraining me.”

Ian took one of the ropes, looping and cinching it at Sara’s lower leg, just below the knee. “I’m glad that you are comfortable with it though, Sara, as many ladies cannot accept that level of binding. The fact that your elbows can touch will be a definite plus for you in future modelling if you wish to work in assignments that require you to be tied up.” The second piece of rope was used to securely bind and cinch the lady’s legs just above the knee, and Ian said “Could you move yourself so that you are sitting at the edge of the sofa please, Sara? I need to apply this length of rope to your thighs.”

The model wriggled herself forward so that her bottom was on the edge of the couch, and she blushed as Ian pulled the hem of her skirt higher up her legs which exposed her stocking tops and a little bare flesh. He took the last length of cord and wrapped it several times around her mid thigh, just below her stocking tops before cinching and knotting it like the others.

“There we are, all done now. I left the camera on automatic when I was tying you up so there will already be some photographs of you. Would you like to attempt to stand up and see if you can hop around?” Ian returned to where the camera was, picked it up from the tripod and pointed it at the tightly bound woman.

“Sure, I’ll try to stand up.” Sara said as she prepared to rise from the sofa. She leaned her body forward, straightened her legs and put herself into an upright position. However, she wasn’t straight enough, and a second later she lost her balance with the result that her bottom hit the sofa and she was sitting down again.

“This is much harder than it seems.” Sara commented as she readied herself for a second attempt.

“It can take a few tries before you can get it right.” Ian said as the model failed again in standing up. “After all, you don’t have the benefit of your arms to help you balance and you don’t want to risk falling forwards once you are upright.”

On her third attempt, the woman managed to remain in the upright position and she adjusted her posture in order to maintain her balance. “It seems that once you’re upright, it’s easier to stay like this. I’m going to try and hop now.” Sara took a hop and only just managed to keep her balance as she nearly toppled forward.

“It’s best to take very small hops until you are experienced at it.” Ian said. “That way you shouldn’t lose your balance.”

Sara then proceeded to take very small hops and she discovered that it was easier to stay upright as her momentum was much smaller. “You’re right, it is much easier like this.” She continued hopping for several minutes, but then she realised that the muscles in her legs were starting to ache from the strain.

“Is it okay if I sit down on the sofa Ian, as my calves and thighs are starting to hurt a little from the effort. I didn’t know that making little hops could have such a tiring effect on my legs.”

“Go ahead Sara, I think I have enough images of you hopping around, so get some rest. In fact, I have another idea for a pose for you, so place your bottom as far back as you can and face to the right.” Sara took a few hops back to the sofa and sat down with her feet on the floor and her right side resting on the back, while Ian put the camera back on its tripod.

She watched curiously as he took another piece of rope out of the bag and tied one end to the rope that bound her ankles together, before looping the other end around her wrist tie. Ian pulled on the free end and Sara was surprised to find that her feet were pulled back and off the floor by this, which made her feel even more helpless. He tied the other end of the cord back at her ankles and she felt as if staying still was the best idea for now.

“I don’t think that I shall be able to do any posing, now that my hands are tied to my feet. Any struggling will probably cause me to fall off the sofa and hurt myself.”  Sara said as Ian put the bag around to the left side before returning to her.

“It’s called a hogtie, and it’s very useful for restricting movement as you have noticed.” he replied as Sara rested on the couch...