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Subject: {ASSM} Family Shoot 2000
Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 09:10:02 -0400
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Family shoot 2000


After my father died, mom sold the house and moved into a
high-rise for seniors. When she was done paying all the medical
bills, she had a small nest egg to go along with dad's social
security. She wasn't eating cold pet food and she had full cable
and air conditioning, but she wasn't dining out very much, or
going to movies, or making casino trips either. She would allow
us to take her to dinner occasionally and to places with the
kids, but wouldn't accept any money from us.

A few months ago she called me and said that one of her neighbors
had told her about a photographer who was doing a book on mothers
and daughters. Her friend didn't have any daughters in the area,
so she didn't bother to check it out. Mom looked into it and
called me. She said that he paid 40 dollars an hour plus a bonus
for referrals. Well, I thought that this would be a good way for
mom to get a little extra money. Mom made all the arrangements.
My two daughters and I picked her up and we drove to the studio.
I should have known something funny was going on when the studio
turned out to be a suite of offices in a small building. It was
nicely furnished, not sleazy or anything, but it was obviously an
office-type setup. The receptionist had us fill out what she said
were standard model releases, but other than saying that he was
taking pictures to be used in a book about mothers and daughters,
didn't give us any other info.

We met with the photographer and he explained more. He made it
very clear that the majority of his models were over 18. My 16
and 14 year olds gave me such pitiful looks that I agreed to sign
for them. To his credit, he said that maybe I should wait until I
knew exactly what kind of pictures would be taken. He explained
that he was one of several photographers in various cities
working for anonymous collectors. Their passion was photos and
videos of mothers and daughters tied up at the same time. We were
all a little taken back at that. Again to his credit, he said
that if we wished to leave he would understand and pay us each
for one hour. He admitted that only about 10 percent of those who
came in actually posed. 

Mom asked him what kind of pictures exactly. He smiled and
produced a large photo album. We all looked through it. Most of
the poses were basic TV and movie type stuff. There were some
lingerie and swimsuit ones. It was a little strange seeing a
woman obviously in her mid 50s and another in her late 20s,
quietly laying on the floor tied in their underwear. I was ready
to end the meeting, but mom suddenly said she wanted to do it. My
daughters had that 'wow kewl' look in their eyes, so I took a
deep breath and told him that I would sign the papers for my
daughters. He said that just to make sure we knew what we were
getting into, he gave us a list of specifics. It spelled out
exactly what was covered by the 40 dollar fee and how much for
'extras'. 

A ballgag was an extra 10 dollar per hour, hogtie an extra 10,
open blouse an extra 20, bra and panties an extra 20, topless an
extra 40, full nudity an extra 50. I had no idea what a ballgag
or hogtie was and said so. He showed us several pictures in the
album to illustrate them. I recognized the hogtie from TV and
movies, but wasn't too sure about that ballgag. But then again,
just about every set had a few pictures of everyone involved
hogtied and ballgagged. So, I basically just mentally shrugged my
shoulders and figured to give it a try. I decided that bra and
panties was as far as I would go. Mom said that the money was
really tempting, but agreed with me. Mom and I had to gang up on
the girls to shut them up about going nude or topless. 

The photographer was very charming about it and said that his
client would be very pleased if mom and I went topless. Money and
flattery, but we demurred. A few minutes later his receptionist
brought in more papers, spelling out exactly what we had agreed
on. I was surprised that we would be paid the full rate for four
hours, regardless of how long we actually spent wearing ballgags
or bra and panties. As we were signing all the paper work, the
photographer said that he would give us a couple of days to make
sure we wanted to go through with it. He would rather lose a
bonus than have problems during the shoot or after. 

He also gave us a list of acceptable clothes and said that he
could advance money if we needed to buy things. The list was
pretty much standard office-type clothing, warm weather shorts
and tops, and normal mainstream lingerie. He made it very clear
that his client wanted normal people in normal clothes in normal
situations. No problem, but said I wasn't really clear exactly
where ballgags were considered a normal occurrence. He just
smiled and said that the client provided ballgags in a very wide
range of sizes. His receptionist gave us copies of everything,
the pay for this first visit, and the date and time for the
actual shoot. The next day we had a great time buying new shoes,
pantyhose, and few pieces of 'special clothing'.

All in all, the girls and I would each clear about 400 dollar for
only 4 hours of our time. Mom would get 50 more for bringing me
and the girls. The thing that really convinced me to go along
with it was the album. The ages, 12 to 82, and just plain
normalness of the models is what did it. They were not movie
starlet glamorous, they were just everyday women and girls. Plus,
they just looked like they were having fun. I was sure our family
would fit in perfectly. Me being 40, my daughters 16 and 14, and
mom 62 but still looking great. There was a cover sheet giving
first names, ages, and relationships with each section of the
album. I was a little surprised that there were quite a few 3
generation groups, and even a couple of 4 generation groups. What
really caught my eye though was one 'family group' picture. It
was just like those old Victorian pictures with the matriarch
sitting on the special center chair, her adult daughters and
granddaughters seated around her, with the younger granddaughters
and great granddaughters seated on the ground. Except in this
case they were all tied, ballgagged, and smiling.

The shoot took place the following week. To our surprise, the
studio in the office building looked a lot like an ordinary
living room. With the exception of spotlights hanging from the
ceiling, there was hardly any difference. The photographer told
us again that his client wanted everything to be as normal as
possible. Then he called the receptionist and introduced her as
his assistant for the session. She told us that she had been into
this kind of work for the last 15 years. Because of her
experience, she usually handled the bondage and also the
positions the models would be tied in.
After some coffee and refreshments, the man explained to us the
procedure. The first hour of the shoot would focus on standard
bondage and normal clothes. In the second hour mom and I would be
in panties and bra, while the kids would be in their swimsuits.
In the third hour we would all be in our underwear. The last hour
would be more or less the same, except for some Japanese-style
bondage.

The receptionist turned out to be a genuine rope expert. She had
us bound and gagged in no time. Despite her speedy work, the
ropes were tight and very real. We were sitting on plain kitchen
chairs, hands bound behind our backs and feet bound together. Our
elbows and knees were bound at the same time. With my limited
knowledge of the bondage genre, I ask if it wasn't enough to just
have our hands and feet tied. The man told us that it would look
so much better on film this way. Moreover, they were simply
following the client's orders, he stated. Next our wrists and
ankles were linked together via extra ropes under the seats of
the chairs. I noticed that my feet were no longer touching the
ground. Just when I found the courage for another question, my
mouth was filled with a big ballgag. The room went suddenly very
quiet and it hit me that we were now truly helpless. The man
started taking a lot of pictures. We found ourselves bound and
gagged in several positions: sitting together at the table,
sitting near each other facing the window, sitting in the middle
of the room, etc. It was a strange sensation being moved through
the room without being able to do anything about it.

In the second hour things got a bit more spicy. Mom and I were
now in panties and bra. We were sitting on the ground, bound to
each other back-to-back. My two daughters were crawling on the
floor near us. They were in their new bathing suits and bound in
the so-called 'hogtie' position. Their hands and feet were almost
touching. I noticed they had to bend their backs because of the
tight ropes. We were all gagged with the same type of ballgags as
before. After some time, the kids were lifted and moved closer to
us. The youngest one was placed on my upper legs, while the other
one landed in mom's lap. Again, a lot of pictures were taken
before the photographer was satisfied.

After a short brake we entered the third hour of the session. The
whole family was now in their underwear and hogtied on the floor.
Some thirty minutes went by while the man was taking pictures
from all angles. Then he asked everyone to move around for more
fun and action. This was easier said than done because of the
strict bondage we were in. I tried the best I could, but suddenly
felt my bare breasts touching the carpet. Due to the squirming,
my bra had slipped off and left me topless. I felt my face
reddening when I looked around for some help. I saw the man and
his assistant sitting on the floor next to mom. When I took a
closer look, I saw that she was topless too. It seemed we were
both in the same kind of trouble. Then I noticed something else:
the assistant was gently stroking and massaging mom's big
breasts. Even from a distance I could see her hard and erect
nipples. The man had his camera close to the ground and was
taking one picture after another. I was surprised about mom's
lack of protest or demur. Her face was as red as mine and there
was a strange look in her eyes. As best as I could I turned away
not to embarrass her or myself any further. Not long after that
incident, the third hour was up and everybody was released by the
assistent. 

The fourth hour found us in what the man had referred to as
'Japanese' bondage. Our hands were tied behind our backs, but not
in the way we were used to. They were pulled up high between the
shoulder blades. The kids had no problem with that, but mom and I
needed some help to get there. Then extra ropes were added around
the shoulders and arms to prevent our hands from shifting. This
was really a weird position to be tied in. The only thing I could
move were my useless fingers. I wasn't in any pain or discomfort,
but it felt just like having no arms at all. The rest of the
bondage was more or less the same as before. We were standing in
the middle of the room while our knees and feet were tied
together. After the ballgags were applied, we waited patiently
for things to come.

The man ordered us over to one of the corners of the room and
left us there. With our faces to the wall, we heard some
unfamiliar sounds behind us. After a couple of minutes we were
told to turn around and hop to the center of the room. Then we
saw the reason for the noises we heard. There was a wide noose
hanging from the ceiling. Before we knew what happened, the
assistant had taken the loop and placed it around mom's neck.
After adjusting the knot, she took the other end of the rope and
pulled it tight. She didn't stop until mom had fully raised
herself and was standing on her toes.

Then a lot of strange things happened. First our bras were
removed and everyone had to stand around mom. Next I had to kneel
in front of her with my face close to her panties. Then the kids
were ordered to stand side by side with her. Their ballgags were
taken out and replaced by mom's big nipples. They were told to
suck hard. It seems that the session had turned us into a certain
mood, because nobody made any real attempt to protest. The
photographer explained that there would an extra fee of 50 dollar
for 'specials'. No rough or extreme stuff - just some girl/girl
contact, whipping, spanking, etc. He also stated that everything
was spelled out in the fine print of the contracts. I knew for
sure that none of us had taken the trouble to actually read all
the paper work.

For the rest of the afternoon we were introduced to the more
sexual and sometimes stringent sides of bondage. The kids had to
focus on taking care of mom's big breasts. Meanwhile there were
small crocodile clips biting into their tender nipples. I did my
part of suffering too. A spiked collar was placed around my neck
and pulled tight. My tits were clamped and every ten minutes or
so the assistant took the hard whip and let it fly across my back
and butt. We were completely undressed and thoroughly bound in
the Japanese way. The room was very quiet except for the sound of
the lash and the clicking of the camera. It was a very strange
and unreal situation. Here we where fully naked in some studio,
bound and disciplined, while at the same time we could hear
phones ringing in the other offices.

At the end of the session we had to gather around mom for a sort
of family portrait. A pair of metal clips were placed on her
nipples to match the ones the kids and I were already wearing.
The assistant stood next to us and was holding a whip in one hand
and some rope in the other. Nothing happened so I figured she was
only there for decoration and contrast. Probably to make it even
more bizarre, the man ordered us to look straight into the camera
and smile the best we could. The same setting was repeated a
couple of times throughout the room. However, with every new
scene some attributes were added. First there were leather
blindfolds for everyone. Then the assistant took (what we thought
to be) a paintbrush and wrote some text on our bellies and
bottoms. After another dozen or so pictures, our bodies were
cleaned up and the man told us that the session had come to an
end.

Some thirty minutes later everything was back to normal. We were
sitting in the office discussing the events that had taken place.
The man told that he had taken a lot of good and artistic
pictures. He was convinced that his client would be fully
satisfied by our performance. The pain I had in my nipples and
buttocks was soon forgotten after receiving an envelop containing
our fee. During the session there had been some distressing
moments, but in the end the photographer turned out to be as bona
fide as we thought he would be. Mom was speaking for all of us
when she told him we would be willing to do this again. The man
smiled and showed us a large file containing all the offers he
had received during the last three months. Until now we never did
hear from him again, but I know we're secretly hoping for another
invitation to his office...


'Herman'



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