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...