This is a fictional story, no one specific model I know is the basis for it, more like a mix of various ladies' appearance, personalities and a healthy dose of my fantasy. Being a photographer working with some incredible ladies, I've been able to capture several fantasies on film. Of course, the fantasy always eludes to it being more, the camera capturing lovers' games or a kidnaping, stopping before the true intimacy. There are other producers who bend the rules, travel and have relationships so that the penetration either isn't real, or is and under the circumstances, isn't considered rape. Fiction eludes to the fantasy, the desire of the intimacy. I've had the incredible pleasure to work with incredible women, beautiful, fun, and in many cases, in love with the bondage I put them in. I always try to get as much communication with the ladies as possible, finding their preferences, likes, dislikes, desires, favorite ties, ones they'd love to be in or try, limits to how long or in what position they can be in. What's more, I like to know the woman behind the model, the person behind the image. During shoots, we joke, compare notes and even philosophies. In that, I've made a LOT of friends. And I wouldn't trade that for anything.
But I'll be honest. There have been times that go beyond what you wish to maintain as a professional. You want the intimacy, the desire eluded to by her eyes, her gagged moans sounding so much like the passions of a woman you're making love to. That's part of the fantasy, the sounds, the appearance, the touch, the scent of her perfume and sex as the session turns her on. You want to reach over, touch her breast, finger her wet pussy, all kinds of things. The desire's natural, but I pride myself on being a professional and a gentleman. I'm one of the good guys in this business. And even though you see her beauty, when she takes your breath away, when she's completely bound and helpless, I push on through the moment, not fully enjoying it. I'm on a time table, and I can appreciate the pics later. They are lovely, moments of fantasy and fetish, fantasy captured in the reality of the moment. Then of course, the session is done, the model signs the release for her image and name, you pay her, and usually get a hug out of it, maybe a kiss on the cheek. It's all in fun, games played when we were children with the opposite sex with an adult twist. They go back to their lovers, partners, husbands, they love the experience of the silk on their bodies. And I've made another friend. Always a great thing to have, a contact in the adult fetish world, a beautiful model who can't wait to tell her friends to work with me. It's an experience I cherish. But still, I can't help but wish that the ladies I tie in silks and satins, in scarves and saris would either want to do it more for the fun of it, or the genuine desire to experience more that just a fantasy photo and video session, wishing to be more intimate, and didn't have to leave to return to someone that they've already given their hearts to. I can't fault them, and their partners and lovers are EXTREMELY lucky to have them in their lives! I guess I just wish, despite the years it never has, that I'd find that special lady to make it more real. Or my fantasies, at least. A wish for a woman to want to be with me for me, not the money for a photo session, being so in love or in passion with me I'd have to tie her up just to keep her off of me! It's good to dream, I guess. It's what's worked for me so far.
"So, what's the difference between a Silk Lady and a Silk Slave?" Scarlet asked. Scarlet Satine, not her real name, but one she chose to go by. Actually it's her second name in the modeling and fetish community, recently changed to either get away from her more hardcore work in the past or to get around some other drama. I met her before at the conventions, God she's beautiful! Now she's going for a softer image, her red hair contrasted by her deep blue eyes. Petite yet healthy in all the right places, a smile that lights up the room and melts anyone's heart. We've talked quite a bit, she loves silk and rich, dark colors, she used to play with scarves growing up as a little girl. Her first playful experience with bondage when she was young, and a fetish for all things silky. She loves using scarves as accessories, belts, around her neck, on her shoulder, pareo wrap skirt for the beach. But surprisingly, she hasn't used them for bondage much since she went into modeling. Now I get to work with her. She was intrigued watching my demos, hearing from several model friends and acquaintances about me, as I've also heard them mention how she seems to have a genuine fetish for satin, hence her name. Because of all this, she was ideal to be my number one Silk Lady this year for the convention. She was picking out the scarves for her wardrobe when she asked me what the difference was.
"Well, in my definition, a Silk Lady is a woman who is still treated like a lady. The bondage is soft, fun, consensual of course. But it's not painful, she's not humiliated or diminished, she just happens to be in scarves and saris for bondage. Nothing is taken or done without her consent or permission, she's not used or abused. A Silk Slave is more of a deeper BDSM relationship, the slave has given of herself to be a sub, her Dom or Master's property. She'll still be tied and such, but there's no permission asked for being used or made to do something, she belongs to her Dom. She has less say if any in the way she's tied or treated. Of course, I wouldn't do anything extreme in that case like blood or scat play, but she'd still be watched over by me."
"I see. And would you punish your Silk Slave with whips, nipple clamps, that kind of thing if she misbehaved?" Scarlet asked, picking several large red and burgundy scarves for her top, skirt and ever present neck scarf as well as a few more to be tied in.
"I suppose that would be up to the Dom, and the sub's interests. For me, I'm not a big fan of pain, but I could use sensation and her bondage as punishments. The ties would be more stringent, she'd be left in them longer, the gags would be more difficult, if she had a vibrator or two tied on her, she would be brought to the brink of orgasm several times but not allowed to cum, that sort of thing. I guess it depends on the Dom and sub in the relationship. Another nice thing to do would be to tie and gag her while watching a show I love but she can't stand, or if she was good, to do the same thing for shows we both enjoy, like a sci-fi marathon or something." We both laughed a bit while a light seemed to come on in her eyes.
"I had a boyfriend years ago that did that to me! He was watching NASCAR and I was nagging him about it, he handcuffed me hand and foot, ball-gagged me, then put a thick collar and leash on me, lashing me to the other end of the couch! I was drooling all over myself, he ripped my t- shirt open, pulled my shorts and panties down, he'd touch my nipples and pussy with cold beer cans, he drove me crazy! So that would definitely be a good punishment for a bad slave."
"So, you're into this kind of thing personally then?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, for years. I've always liked the feel of being restrained, but in almost all the shoots I've done or all the guys I've been involved with, they had the leather fetish, or the ex-boyfriend I was telling you about had a big handcuff fetish, or used rope. And not even the soft nylon rope, but the rough hemp rope. It's good for ties and pictures, but I think that the scarves would be much better," she said as she pulled an oblong burgundy striped scarf tight between her hands.
"I'd have to agree, Scarlet"
"And, I have SO many scarves at home too, it'd be nice to use them for something like that for fun!" I smiled as I helped her into her outfit. Stripping down to everything but her black thong panties, I helped her tie her large red square scarf on as a skirt tied at her side, the oblong burgundy scarf from her back, crossed in front on her breasts and tied behind her neck as a top, and a ten foot long deep red scarf to match her hair, wrapped around her neck twice and tied off in the back, one end dangling down her back with the other over her right shoulder to her knees.
She dove into the scarves on the bed like Scrooge McDuck and his money bin, playing in the sea of silk and satin, she was a beautiful adult woman, but playing with the scarves on the bed and in front of a mirror turned her into a little girl playing in her mother's dresser again. I snapped away as she tried them on, wrapped herself in them, closing her eyes to feel the material caressing her like a lover's touch. We recorded a video of her playing in front of a mirror and offering her wrists to me, scarves in hand, asking, "Please Master, would you tie me up?" Of course, I'm never going to refuse an offer like this.
We started having small talk as I tied her, checking that her bonds were firm but not so tight to cut off circulation. As I tied the scarves over, under and between her breasts, I noticed her closing her eyes and cocking her head to the side, feeling the silk on her neck and shoulder. I could see by her nipples through her scarf top she was becoming aroused witht he silk being taught on her breasts.
"Enjoying yourself, are you?" I smiled and asked.
She opened her eyes and smiled, blushing slightly. "Oh yeah," She said softly.
"Well, we have three hours today, my demo Saturday, and you're staying with me here all this weekend, so you'll have plenty of time to enjoy the scarves all you want. I also have a standing offer to all my Silk Ladies that should they need to borrow a scarf for an outfit, or some for shoots, or even for a silk massage like my Finale' during the con, my door is always open."
"Have you had any takers on that yet?"
"On the fashion part yes, on the shoots, a couple times. On the other part? Not yet. But I keep the option open just in case," I say with a smile. I look into her eyes, her deep eyes framed by the crimson hair and silk around her neck. I've always loved a beautiful face, and hers is almost flawless. Plus she's very comfortable with this, and we're getting along great. It's a great moment, I grab my camera and snap several shots and angles of my ever bound beauty.
