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Subject: FAMILY PHOTO SHOOT 2000 (Mf, cons,)
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FAMILY PHOTO SHOOT 2000 (Mf, cons,)
BY HERMAN
I am just a poster and not the author Of This Story!
(Mf, cons,)
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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...