(This was actually the first time Carri had EVER been tied up!)
It was supposed to be just another glamour shoot. Turn up, makeup, stylist, under the lights, flash-flash-flash. But there was something a bit different, a bit darker than usual. The guy who let her into the studio stood in the shadows and she never saw his face. The photographer stood in the gloom beyond the lights so she couldn't see his face, either. Even her boyfriend had seemed unusually quiet and yet somehow excited as he'd dropped her off at the studio door.
So she wasn't totally surprised when the photographer's voice came out of the shadows and explained the special nature of the shoot. He had a particular client, he said, who wanted to see her tied up. He'd been very specific, and he'd be paying an extra thousand for the shoot if she would. She thought... and figured what the hell! She's confessed to her boyfriend just a few weeks ago that she often fantasized about being tied to the bed when they made love.
The ropes didn't feel like she imagined. They were softer, but tighter. Her arms being behind her back really limited her freedom to move and pose, which was weird. It was like learning to model all over again. She didn't like it very much, but somehow it excited her nonetheless...