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 with 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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