By Louetta

This is the second installment of my best friend Claudia's photo
shoot. This is the bondage stuff. It's written from her point of
view


Sunday, December 21. Four days before Christmas. It is nice to
have Lou home for the holidays. We have to go through a half day
Wednesday. Any- way at noon sharp we arrived at Harry's for my
bondage stuff. This time we did our own hair and make-up before
we left. Date stuff. You try to look your best. No undies at all
for me, Lou wore a thong bottom she stole from her sister and one
of her own bikini tops. If she wore her sister's top the extra
fabric would look like two spinnakers on a be- calmed boat. No, I
did not make that up, she said it. She did not really have to get
undressed at all but she wanted to brighten Harry's day.

Anyway we arrived and Harry took us downstairs to his makeshift
dungeon. He had more champagne and crackers and cheese so we
started to drink right away. I was not nearly so nervous this
time, in fact I was look- ing forward to it. Harry had seen me in
the nude and I felt more comfor- table posing nude. Also I
expected to be able to get off this time without hiding in the
bathroom. We talked for a few minutes. He presented Lou with two
mounted photos from the last session she had asked for for her
dad. One was of her doing a back double biceps pose. It went down
to midthigh and all she had on was this pair of white panties. It
was ob- viously professionally done and she looked beautiful and
very sexy. We knew her dad would be proud. The second shot was of
the two of us, down to the hip, against each other, looking at
the camera. We both looked like we were nude. She had on the
thong bottom she wore for our shots. I was indeed nude. Our arms,
holding each other, obscured most of our boobs. I was a tad
embarassed about it but again we knew her father would like it. I
just felt he would know I really was completely bare ass.

The photos were in part payment for what she was doing for Harry
in this session. She was not posing but she did have to tie me up
a half dozen times and do all the whipping and spray me with oil
because we wanted a wet look. She had to do the tieing because
Harry will not touch us, nor do we want him to, and he can not do
the whipping and take the pictures. We did plan to offer to let
him whip me for a while just for jolies. We use water in our
whippings but it evaporates so we figured oil would be better to
give an even look between photos. We had brought our own whip.
Normally we use a single strand of wet rawhide. Today we were
using three strands, wet. Harry wanted reddening, you know on my
bare ass as I was whipped and on my boobs. You can use make-up
but he wanted the real thing so we figured three strands would
give a better effect. We put the whip in a thermos the night
before so the water would soak thru the strands.

We talked about what kind of shots we would do and in what order.
Last time we had agreed we were doing naked girl stuff, not sex
stuff. But Harry said that when you tie a girl spreadeagled nude
to a bed it was hard to deny a sexual aspect. That was OK, he was
paying me twice the going nude rate. I told him I was OK with
what we were doing if he just stayed away from snatch shots and
asshole stuff. I knew I was going to be tied to the bed, it was
right there in front of me, and the impli- cation was that I was
there to be fucked. It was not like I had never been tied to a
bed nude and fucked before. I knew my legs would be spread on the
bed and when I was tied to the chair but the bed was narrow and
Harry would just have to watch his camera angles. We agreed he
would not do anything which would show pink which I did not want.
Another issue at least for Harry was when a girl is tied up in
the nude in a dungeon she presumably was there to be tortured or
at least abused and she should be afraid and her face should show
it. That too was OK with me even though I knew we were appealing
to sexual interests of the viewers. As if guys would not beat off
to the nudes I had done November 30.

He was also worried since he knew I would have to really be
whipped to hget what he wanted for facials and body motions. It
should look like I was really being hurt. We told him I knew that
and we knew how to manage it. Actually I could not wait for it.
We agreed first I would be tied to the chair. First I would be
sitting straight up. Next she would retie me with my bum all the
way out to the edge of the chair and she would start the whipping
so he could get the shots he wanted. That would mean breast
whipping. We also explained it would mean she would need to warm
me up before hand so I would be ready for the whip when I was
tied to the chair. You just can not do it cold in real life. We
al- so recognized my legs would be spread wide and my pussy wide
open. Next she would tie me to the bed. She would tie me
spreadeagled tight. In real life we leave some slack so the girl
can move her bottom if she is going to be fucked but for
pictures, tightness would present a better torture image.

Next the fake hanging. He had no idea we had a real one planned.
He had some photos of a girl simply standing in a dungeon, hands
and elbows bound and a noose on her neck, looking suitably alarm-
ed. That would be fine with him. Next he wanted me bound to a
post, face forward. Finally I would be strung up by the wrists.
We talked about it for a while. Harry wanted as many photos as he
could get but was afraid of asking me to do too much, enduring
too much pain. Louetta and I had no such worries. We had a chance
to do as complete a whipping as we could manage, in a safe place,
no interruptions, as long as we wanted as hard as I could stand
with three strands instead of one. She would do my whole body, as
much as I could stand, she would get to make me suffer and I
would get to suffer and Harry would get his pictures. All that he
wanted. As it turned out later he also wanted me.

That was about it so we went into the bathroom to strip with some
dig- nity and primp and pee and then we came out to pour one more
glass of champagne. The first order of business was for Lou to
warm me up with the whip. She took it out of its container and
decided she needed to take it outside for a few strokes against a
hard surface to get the ex- cess water out of it. So there I was
standing naked in front of Harry, alone for the first time. He
told me his son had told him I slept with men for money and would
I be interested in sleeping with him. He has- tened to add this
had nothing to do with modelling and he would still call me for
modelling jobs if I refused to sleep with him. I told him it was
two hundred a throw and five hundred for a night which is more
than I can get from the boys I know and I would have to tell Lou
if we were going to do it and he said OK he would call me. It was
another minute before Lou came back and I stood there wondering
if I had done the right thing and wondering if this changed
things. I also had never had sex with a man his age except for
strangers in Jamaica Plain years ago and then not intercourse. I
wondered what it would be like. He would not be the first married
guy I slept with.

Anyway Lou came back in and my prospective lover had his first
chance to see me whipped. I stood in front of the back wall where
any spare water from the whip would not get in the photo scene
with my hands up on the back of my neck and my back to Lou. If
stripping nude had made me wet this made me wetter and I could
feel the warmth rising in my boobs and in my tummy just above my
cunt. Slowly, gently at first she started to whip my bare ass.
Then a little harder and harder still until finally she hit me
hard enough the last two times to just slightly knock the breath
out of me. I could feel the effect three strands had on me
instead of one. A girl can get a good whipping from another girl
with just one strand. One strand from a boy is really hard to
take. I could see where three from a girl could really beat the
shit out of you and I bet a boy could kill you with it. I turned
to face her, hands still on the back of my neck. She needed to do
my breasts since that was the part that would be done first while
I was in the chair and tied to the bed.

I could see Harry watching. His eyes were wide with amazement. I
closed my eyes and Lou took aim at my tits. Again she started
slowly and gently. As she started to hit me harder I could feel
myself getting hotter and hotter and knowing Harry was watching
me and wanted my body made it all the worse. Finally she gave me
three hard ones right across my nip- ples and each time I brought
my hands down after the whip landed to protect myself, too late
of course. It hurt like hell and again I felt my breath leave me
just a little. I have seen people whipped when they were not
bound and gained new appreciation for what it took to do it.

So we were ready. First Lou had to tie me to this chair. We were
going to do everything in the same spot so Harry would not have
to move his lights so Harry moved the chair to the spot where his
lights were aimed. He also had four space heaters arranged at the
four corners so we would not get cold. It was after all December
and this was his basement. So I sat in the chair and Harry
produced a quantity of well-washed, soft white rope. Lou had me
put my arms over the top of the chair and pro- ceeded to tightly
tie my wrists together behind me. And I do mean tight- ly. All
through this she treated it just like one of our private tor-
ture sessions. Then she put a loop around my elbows and pulled
that as tight as she could so my bare tits stood out. Then she
tied each of my ankles and my calves to the front legs, spreading
my thighs enough to give a good glimpse of my by now glistening
lips but nothing pink that I could tell. Harry went to work with
vigor. At first he had to tweak his lights some but soon he was
happy and once again my nudity was recorded for posterity.

Next came the part where I would scrunch my ass down to the front
of the seat and be tied with the front of me at a forty-five
degree angle and offer my bare tits to the whip and to a certain
extent my internals to the camera. She had to untie everything
and retie me with my arms inside the uprights on the back of the
chair. Somewhat against my bet- ter judgement I let her tie my
ankles to the outside of the chair legs which spread my knees
wider than I wanted. Harry and his camera were afforded their
best view yet of the moist pink world within my cunt lips. I
figured maybe if he liked what he saw I could drive a better
bargain.

I felt my breath quicken as I realized what the next ten minutes
would hold. Thus displayed, helpless, my body offered, the camera
ready, Lou lowered the whip on the whiteness of my tits. Hard. I
cried with pain and Harry's camera flashed. Again and again it
flashed and again and again she hit me. And I screamed and I
cried as my tits burned worse and worse and she kept on hitting
me and Harry kept photographing me and then slowly, hotter and
hotter that soft, pink little place between my legs burned too
and finally I lost control and squeezed my ass as hard as I could
against the chair and she hit me one more time and I just
exploded into this lovely little world where all you know is your
cunt and your tits and your ass and I just blasted off and went
into my own private heaven and stayed there all alone for I do
not know how long and then slowly in the distance I began to be
aware again of where I was and little by little I returned to
earth and I was still bound to this chair and could not touch
myself down there and just had to keep the damp and my breath
slowed til I could talk again but I did not I just kind of
collapsed there still tied to my chair. Louetta un- tied me and
gave me some more champagne and after a few minutes we saw the
photos on Harry's PC and I got to see myself cum in living color
and I wondered if Harry thought about what it would be like to be
in me when that happened or if he could make it happen.

It took me a few minutes to get it together and then we had to
help Harry move the bed into the proper position. Harry had soft
cuffs which we could use to tie my wrists and ankles with but we
always just use rope and Harry thought that would create a more
tortured look so Lou proceeded to tie me spreadeagled to the bed.
The bed was little more than a cot. Louetta's bed in her dorm is
bigger which is nice since I sometimes have the pleasure of
sharing it with her. She tied each wrist tightly to a length of
rope and then tied the ends to the bedposts and got it right the
first time so I was evenly spread at the top. Then she had me
scrunch my rear end down to help get me tied tightly. She tied a
loop of rope to each of my ankles and then went down to the end
of the bed and pulled each foot down as far as she could and tied
me off.

I was glad the bed was kind of small so my legs were not spread
so far apart like they were in the chair a few minutes ago. At
that point Lou got a good idea and asked Harry to get some ice.
Then for fifteen min- utes or so she did the old ice cube thing
on me, starting with my nip- ples and then out over my bare
breasts and down over my stomach and my tummy and finally between
my legs. She stopped without touching my pus- sy because we both
knew that would delay my next orgasm. All this time Harry just
watched me try to wiggle out from under the ice, enjoying for his
own purposes watching my nude body. Finally we got back to it and
Harry started taking pictures of me just lying there bare ass.
Then Lou got the whip.

This was going to be tough, getting it across my body, all thirty
inches, all three strands. She stood on one side even with my
knees and started crosswise, across my boobs, again and again,
across my ribcage where where the whip hit the thin skin over the
bone, then the same thing over the other side, then across my
hips and down across my thighs. All the while I writhed on the
bed with the pain and Harry fired away. Then she was at the foot
of the bed, leaning over and shortening up on the whip. harry
attempted to intervene but before he could she hit me right
between the legs. She and I both knew that as long as I kept my
ass pushed into the bed and she used a long enough whip the end
of the whip would hit my tummy not my cunt. I still screamed and
the thought of the whole thing of getting my pussy whipped sent
me off a second time, not as hard as the first but enough to turn
me to jelly for a few beautiful minutes. Finally, gloriously I
floated back to earth, out of breath perhaps, and in kind of a
dream but happy.

Next came the hanging which was simple and uneventful. We moved
the bed out of the way, Harry produced a soft, thick, costume
shop authentic looking noose. We let it hang from a rafter until
Lou could get my wrists bound firmly behind me then she tightened
it around my neck. Like it did whenever we did it I felt the
mixture of excitement and fear that started my engine again. Lou
controlled the tension by pulling on the end of the rope
including hauling me up on my tiptoes. Harry got what he needed
and we moved on. Next was me tied to a post. The post was
movable, attached to a sheet of plywood on the floor. The only
problem was positioning it. If you stood close to it you were
standing on the plywood it was attached to so it would not move.
Stand off the plywood and you were leaninf over too far to push.
So we needed to tie a rope to it and pull it and it took all
three of us, me buck naked. We wondered how much of this stuff
Harry actually did.

Anyway soon we were set. She tied my wrists together above my
head behind the pole, my ankles on ei- ther side of the pole
which made me completely vulnerable. This is the position we use
when we are turned over to the boys to do whatever they will to
us. About the most fun all of us can have. next she tied my
wrists behind the pole and gradually added ropes here and there
while Harry fired away. With only the great whipping left we took
a break.

After a little more booze and a quick pee I was ready. Harry
wanted to use his nice white rope but we wanted something to tie
my wrists with which would hurt to get a better effect. So Lou
tied my wrists across each other Bwith a single strand of
rawhide, really tight then covered that with loops of Harry's
rope. The loose end went up through a screw- eye in a beam and
then over to the left to another screw-eye and down so only the
rope which was tied to my hands would be in the picture. Harry
hauled me up on my tiptoes and tied the rope off. Lou then spray-
ed me oil and rubbed it in which was loverly. She spent a lot of
time on my boobs and my ass and between my legs. I figured to cum
in the first six strokes.

We figured I needed a warm-up so she started on my bum and down
the backs of my thighs and up my back. We do not do much back but
Harry wanted shots from the front right after I had been hit up
top. Then front of the thighs, across the hips, the ribs and then
my boobs. Then she was back around behind me, I heard the swoosh
of the whip and the sharp pain across about half my bare ass from
the three strand whip. Then again, harder and again and again and
by the fourth one I started to cry out and Harry started his
work.

Over and over and over she hit me and over and over the pain in
my buns grew worse and worse and I cried out and then I just
cried and after twenty strokes all I could do was hang from my
ropes and feel the rawhide cut into my wrists. And then
mercifully she moved down to the tops of my thighs and then up my
lower back and finally to my shoulder blades and there was enough
territory over which to spread the whip and my back muscles were
harder than the soft flesh of my ass. But now she hit me harder
and I began to lose my breath a little and then more and my chest
heaved and my tits giggled and I knew Harry was getting just what
he paid for.

So far it really was not that bad. In some ways the three strand
was easier because it spread out the pain but I could tell if a
boy whipped me he could really knock my breath out. The worst was
yet to come as she started up my thighs and I could feel the heat
rising in my body as she came closer to my offered boobs. Up over
my hips and even though my cunt was safely hidden away between my
legs just having the whip there star- ted to send me over the
edge and I started not to feel the pain so much and concentrate
on what was happenong inside and the tingle in my breasts and my
pussy.

Then finally she hit my boobs and I could feel each strand and
then again and then the flush in my tits and the glow in my pussy
and one more blow and my body exploded and I squeezed my eyes
shut and my hips pushed forward and I disappeared into the little
world of my cunt and just felt this shudder all over and I don't
even know if she hit me again. Finally through the haze I started
to come back to earth and little by little I became aware of her
and him and his camera buzz- ing away and after a minute I just
hung there trying to get my breath back. I guess Harry was
through because Lou did not hit me again and in another minute
Harry cut me down and Lou caught me so I would not fall and I sat
down on the chair I was first tied to and she untied my hands and
gave me another drink and in a minute I was OK.

Lou and I went into the bathroom and got into the shower
together. I needed to get the oil off and we just kind of held
each other and sort of did like slow dancing under the water. I
told Lou that Harry wanted to hire me and she was OK with it. We
stayed there a little while and then dried off and got dressed.
We towel dried our hair out in the room with Harry so not to
leave him alone too long. Harry and I made a date and that was
about it. Harry wrapped up the photos he had made for Lou and we
headed for her house. As predicted her dad loved the pictures. I
had a little trouble looking him in the eye because he could tell
I was naked in the photo. Plus I imagined he knew I had no
underwear on after the photo session. He took us out and fed us
and I called my mom and told her I would stay there. About
midnight when the house was si- lent we got into bed together and
did our thing.

The night after Christmas I met Harry to do my thing. He took me
to dinner at a steak house on Route 1 then he bought a bottle of
wine and we went to a motel. He even had two suitcases to make it
look more legit. We went to the room and he opened the wine. We
had agreed on three hun- dred for four hours. It was already
nine. I started to strip for him. I took my time and stripped all
the way and went over to him. I told him the four hours started
then, not when he had picked me up which is what a real whore
would do. I am an amateur whore I guess.

We spent the four hours naked in bed. He managed to fuck me once
and almost made it again but in the end I had to blow him. But
mostly he just stroked my nude body. It felt good and he was
happy with it. He had rope with him and wanted to tie me up. I
really did not want to but I put my arms behind me and had him
tie each wrist to the opposite elbow. Then I sat there and he
stroked my body and after awhile he had me lie down and he ate
me. That felt good. He fell asleep sometime after midnight and I
untied myself and got into bed and went to sleep. I woke up
around four and woke him up and told him to fuck me again. He had
some trouble but eventually managed. It was a freebie since the
four hours had long since expired. We left and I got to the barn
at 6:05, only five minutes late. Of course I had my dress on. I
punched in and stripped off my dress and worked til ten in an old
pair of jeans and a coat over my bra. Then I went up to the house
and fell into bed.

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