I am going to die of embarrassment when the media course open up tomorrow, thought Sarah. If I don’t actually die first! This is unbearable, I’m a physical wreck already and there is no way we can do anything about our situation, and if this doesn’t kill us I am going to murder Vicky myself! Vicky meanwhile was having similar thoughts, being found here like this was going to destroy any chance of being taken seriously as a journalist.
A few hours earlier Vicky was sat at her computer, she swung around in her chair and spoke to her friend Sarah. “I am sure I can get a job on the ‘City Times’, when we graduate, if I can expose Mademoiselle Bastille’s extracurricular income in the college magazine.”
“I hardly think hiring girls for glamour modelling is going to cause many waves.” Replied Sarah.
“I think it is more likely an escort business actually. The girls I have seen going to her house are mainly the Cheerleader or ‘party’ style, they’re usually away from their studies for two or three days, supposedly ‘working from home’.” Said Vicky, “I think they may be doing work that isn’t academic while they’re away from classes!”.
Sarah bit her lip and looked intently at her friend.“Yes, but the advert says ‘experienced’ B models required, I don’t qualify as an experienced model of any description and neither do you. Besides, are you sure ‘B’ models are topless girls like you claim?” replied Sarah.
“Of course, ‘A’ is the normal fashion stream ‘B’ is the ‘Glamour’, it’s obvious, Why else would it say bring your own lingerie and a swimsuit or leotard?. You’re not getting shy are you, it didn’t bother you playing volleyball topless on the beach last summer. We look good enough to give those bimbos a run for their money.” Vicky said this with more confidence than she felt, she knew Sarah would not come with her unless she was convinced Vicky had done proper research and knew what she was doing.
“I’m not sure we should be pretending to be models just to get your story, is it ethical?”.
“Of course it is Journalists do this sort of thing all the time Sarah, it’s the way they get stories that win Pulitzers’!” said Vicky with utmost conviction, and we’ll earn $100 an hour as a bonus.”.
“Well okay,” said Sarah, “but are you sure we have to wear stockings and corsets?
“Doh! We claim to be ‘experienced’, and you know guys go wild for stockings and basques. Besides we are only going to do the two hour ‘introductory shoot’ then we’ll make our excuses and leave for our ‘unbreakable engagement.” Replied Vicky, “Now let’s get ready and head down to the Campus media studio, it’s nearly 6pm.”
Half an hour later the two attractive girls arrived at the media studio on the quiet western side of the campus, well away from all the noise and bustle of the campus halls, much to Sarah’s relief she felt like a slut dressed like this. Sarah was wearing a silk chinese style dress with a high collar close fitting bodice and knee length skirt with a slit from the hem to thigh giving clear glimpses of her black hold up stockings and creamy thigh as she strode out on four inch killer heels, her sleek black hair in a neat pony tail. In her small gym bag she had a pair of gloss tights, her one piece half seat black spandex, halter neck swimsuit, that she had last worn in her senior year at High School (it might not be a leotard but it was now so tight it would look just as sexy she was sure), and her purse.
Vicky was wearing a red leather bolero jacket, black leather waist cincherultra short black leather mini skirt, over her black spandex thong leotard and fishnet tights, her blond page boy hair style making her look older than her nineteen years. She was swaying along on five inch stiletto heeled open toe sandals, held in place by buckling ankle straps. We look like a couple of hookers thought Sarah.
As they entered the front door of the media centre they saw Mademoiselle Bastille, the modern languages Professor, standing by the reception desk giving them a curious look. She was dressed in a stylish black tailored trouser suit and three inch black patent stilettos. Vicky balled up her courage and strode up to her. “Hi, we’re here for the six O’clock introductory shoot, shall we get started?”
Gidgot Bastille was momentarily taken aback, but gathered herself quickly. “Right you are, we’ve got the exclusive use of the two studios and the changing room and edit suite for tonight so we won’t be disturbed. You are sure you both know what is expected from you?”
“Oh Yes indeed!”, blurted out Vicky, “shall we go in?”.
“My you are keen aren’t you, will you be doing your own rigging or do you want me to do it to save time?” asked Gidgot, as a sly smile came to her lips. Suspecting she had two young co-eds desperate for some extra money, and preferring a quick bondage modelling job to the grind of part time jobs to earn it.
“Oh we’ll let you do it, then we can change in between sessions, while you are changing the sets.” Said Vicky, thinking Gidgot meant setting up lights and props, and knowing that this would show up their lack of experience. Sarah butted in saying “Vicky’s the experienced one I’m along to learn and act as chaperone!”
They walked into the main studio, there was a door to the right marked ‘changing’ The facing wall had smoked glass windows and a door marked ‘Editing Suite’ a door to the left marked ‘Studio 2’ and the room was full of lights there was a small set to the left that looked like a kitchen with cupboards a table and two straight back wooden chairs, to the right was a corner with a large four poster bed on a lush carpet. But what caught the girls attention was the long trestle table covered with rope, leather straps and some shiny metal objects. There were two video cameras on tripods alongside it. The two girls gasped.
“Right who’s first? ”said Gidgot.
“Oh, Sarah,” said Vicky quickly, “She’s here to learn.” That will teach her to change the plot thought Vicky.
“No I think we’ll go with experience first, shall we.” said Gidgot kindly, “your friend can watch and see that although you are helpless, I keep you safe.” Vicky could see that if her cover was to ring true this made sense, she had been tied up playing cops and robbers as a kid, how difficult could it be to pretend to be helpless?
“Yes, that’s fine with me, look and learn kid.”
“Sarah isn’t it? Can you get me that ball gag, that’s the red ball with the web of straps.” Gidgot said. “we’ll use white rope to complement your nice leather outfit, if you take a pile over to the table and chairs I’ll set up the camera and lights, and then I can shoot myself tying you.” Gidgot told Vicky, and headed for the equipment.
The two girls made their way to the table to get there supplies, “Glamour modelling!” whispered Sarah, “it’s B for Bondage!”
ot wanting to admit to being totally naive Vicky whispered back, “You wouldn’t be here to ‘chaperone’ me if I had said it was Bondage, and it would not have looked right if I had come on my own.”
“But how are you going to gather evidence if your bound and gagged?”.
“I’ll do that when she’s shooting you, idiot!” replied Vicky.
“You mean I will have to be tied up to?”.
“Well we can hardly back out without making her suspicious.”,
“What are you to plotting over there?” called out Gidgot.
“Oh, Sarah was just wondering how long she would be tied up for.” Said Vicky thinking quickly, as they walked up to Gidgot. ”Shall we begin, so she can see how I cope?” said Vicky hoping her nerves weren’t showing in her voice.
Gidgot took the little catch in her voice as excitement at the prospect of being bound and not nerves. “Ok, I think we’ll tie your hands and put the gag on before I take you into shot ant do the rest of the rigging on camera.” Said Gidgot, “Can you push the ball into your mouth and I’ll show your friend how the straps go.”
Gidgot turned to Sarah and took the red ball from her hand, “Oh you brought the simple strap gag with a chin strap not the full harness, well never mind.” Gidgot passed the gag to Vicky, who took it, stared at the huge looking ball for a moment, then opened her mouth as wide as it would go and realising that the short strap must be the chin strap positioned the two longer to either side of her mouth and pushed the ball against her teeth.
‘This will never go in my mouth’ she thought, as suddenly it popped past her teeth jarring her jaw and pushing her tongue down, a strange tingle ran through her body.
Gidgot took hold of the straps and buckled it tight holding the ball firmly in Vicky’s mouth and tightened the chin strap, she tried to push at it with her tongue but it did not move, another tingle rang through her body. Gidgot smiled knowingly, Vicky was one of those models that enjoyed the bonds, not just the money she thought. “Right arms behind, wrists back to back.” She said. Vicky complied as if in a trance, her mind racing with strange thoughts, was she actually getting turned on by this she thought, could she be that kinky, turned on by the thought, no the reality of being tied up?
Gidgot wrapped five loops of rope around Vicky’s slender wrists then passed two loops between her wrists and tightened the ropes so that the girls’ wrists were welded back to back, and tied a strong knot to keep them there. “OKI, I’ll turn on the cameras and then we will walk into shot and I’ll bind you to the chair.” Said Gidgot, walking across and starting the equipment.
Vicky still overwhelmed by these new feelings just nodded agreement and stood quietly. Gidgot returned and led her to one of the straight backed chairs and lifted her bound arms over the back as she helped the girl to sit. Vicky felt like she was in a dream, she sat there while the woman tightly tied her ankles together and then pulled them up off the ground and tied them off to her wrists under the chair. Rope went around the seat and over her thighs, then around her arms, chest and chair back, welding her to the chair. Vicky was stunned had she really just let herself be rendered completely helpless without any complaint.
Gidgot stepped away, “Ok, you can start to struggle now” she said. Vicky came out of her reverie and suddenly felt scared, she started to struggle with all her strength, and mewing wildly around the gag. Of course the ropes were so well tied she just rocked the chair a little and worked up a sweat, but remained securely trussed to the chair.
Sarah watched all this in amazement, Vicky never stopped surprising her, she really got in to her role, and well anything Vicks could do so could she. “Would you like me to put on a ball gag so you can tie me too?” she asked. Gidgot had also been impressed by what she thought was a truly realistic performance and had forgotten Sarah. She turned to the second girl, “My you are both keen. Did you bring a leotard or swimsuit my dear?”.
“A swimsuit.”Said Sarah.
“OK, put your clothes in the changing room and come back in the suit and those heels, please. I’ll untie your friend while you’re gone”. Sarah grabbed her bag and almost ran to the changing room. In her rushed she knocked Vicky’s’ purse to the floor spilling its contents.
Gidgot quickly set about freeing the girl from the chair. “That was great, why have I never seen you in anything before. Most Photographers would kill for a model like you.”
Vicky popped the ball from her aching jaws, worked her mouth and mumbled, “Private shoots.” Hoping this would explain things satisfactorily.
“Can you go and change as well, while I select the gear for your friend’s first shoot.” Asked Gidgot.
Vicky’s emotions were still in turmoil, “OK, I’ll see what’s keeping Sarah.” she said, and headed for the changing room. As she entered she found her friend admiring herself in the full length mirror.
“I look stupid in this get up,” said Sarah, “my boobs are falling out the top and my bums sticking out the bottom.”
Vicky just stared for a moment then said, “WOW! Honey in that swimsuit and those heels you look like a Hollywood movie star in a publicity shot!”
“Really! You’re not just saying that.” Said Sarah.
“No, I really mean it. Now are you OK with this, can you do a ten minute shoot with Gidgot, meanwhile I snoop around the editing suite, ok?”.
“Sure, anything you can do I can do better, as it says in the song.” and with that she sashayed to the door and back into the studio.
While the girls were in the changing room Gidgot started to tidy up, she saw Vicky’s spilled purse on the floor and gathered up the contents, she noticed the little notebook had fallen open and glanced at the page, her eyes opened in surprise and then narrowed in anger. ‘Mademoiselle Bastille, Professor or Pimp? An expose by Vicky Burke’ she read. “Little bitches!” she swore, “well I’ll teach them”. Just then the changing room door opened and Sarah swayed up to her. “Vicky is going to freshen up and change, so you can give me your full attention. I am yours to command” she giggled.
Gidgot smiled wickedly, “OK, I think leather and steel for your first time. Go in to Studio two and I’ll bring the gear.”
Fantastic, thought Sarah while we are in there Vicky gets a clear run to snoop. As she entered the studio she saw it was bare except for a foam gym mat in the far corner. She heard jingling behind her and Gidgot arrived with a handful of chrome chains and cuffs and a couple of leather items. Sarah was puzzled by the lack of cameras and lights but before she could say anything Gidgot spoke. “As you said this is your first time, I thought I would tie you first, and then while you are getting used to the sensations I’ll set up the gear, OK?”
“Er, yes that makes sense.” Said the ever trusting Sarah tentatively.
“OK, we’ll start with this collar.” And so saying, a two inch collar with rings at sides and the front was buckled around Sarah’s slender neck and the buckle locked with a small padlock. The girl swallowed nervously, “Hands behind you and I’ll put on the cuffs, have you ever been handcuffed before?”.
“Uh, No, no I haven’t, why would I have been?” said the girl as hinge cuffs were locked on her wrists pinning her arms behind her. She suddenly felt very vulnerable as she realised her not insubstantial bust was thrust forward provocatively.
Gidgot said, “Hold out your hand, here is the key.” Sarah felt something small cold and metallic in the palm of her hand.
“Careful now, don’t drop it! Now gently manoeuvre it so you can feel the hole with the tip, good! Now slowly turn it and you can feel the cuff release. Well done you’ve freed yourself.” Sarah felt exhilarated, the helpless feeling of her hands being held immovably behind her, replaced with confidence that as long as she held the key she could free herself whenever she wanted.
“Are you happy to try a little more restraint now?” asked Gidgot.
“Can I keep hold of the key?” asked Sarah, and as the woman nodded yes, “Then let’s go for a shoot.”
Gidgot smiled slyly, the little fool was far too trusting she thought as she locked the hinge cuffs back on, this time with the keyholes away from the girls fingers. Right ankle cuffs next. These aren’t so bad thought Sarah, I can keep my feet about two feet apart. “Open wide”, said Gidgot and settled the bar of a bit gag between the girl’s teeth, tightening the strap as far as it would go. “OK? You can breathe alright? Not panicking?”
“Naghh. Ugh Phfine” Sarah said around the bar that was now forcing her to keep her mouth open and her jaws under tension. While the girl was distracted with this new sensation Gidgot attached a leash to the ring at the front of the collar. “How does the bit gag feel?”.
“Ighphfine, Ghan Ighphryaghphfall gugh?” replied Sarah, as she felt a familiar tingle in her most intimate areas, and butterflies fluttering in her stomach. You kinky little devil she thought to herself, this is starting to turn you on.
“You’re incorrigible.” smiled Gidgot walking out to get a ballgag.
While this had been going on Vicky had stripped off her jacket and skirt and sneaked out into the main studio, seeing nothing but the table full of bondage gear and the cameras and lights, she quietly let herself into the editing suite. She switched on the light, on the editing desk was a pile of tapes. Vicky ever the nosey parker moved forward and after puzzling for a moment switched on the monitor and tape player, she inserted the top tape and began to watch. The tape showed a rather sexily dressed girl, described as a private detective picking the lock to an office and going in. The PI hears a noise and hides behind the door as it opens and in walks a female security guard, wearing wholly impractical stilt heels, the PI coshes her and proceeds to cuff her with her own hingecuffs and then proceeds to truss her up in about a hundred foot of rope.
Gidgot noticed the light in the editing suite as she collected the ballgag from the table, ‘I’ll deal with you in a few minutes’, she thought. She went back into the small studio and exchanged Sarah’s gag. This time it was a full harness which held the ball firmly in the girls mouth.“How does that feel?” she asked.
“Mpphhumphwuubbble, Ugh mmphphwalkk!” mumbled the increasingly aroused Sarah.
The woman bent down and attached a double snap hook to the chain of the leg cuffs restricting the distance between the girls’ ankles to six inches. “Right I’ll just loop the end of the leash over this coat hook out of your way and leave you to acclimatise yourself.” Said Gidgot. “See that clock on the wall, yes? Let’s see if you can wait five minutes before you try the key. Any problems and I am only in the next room, OK!”
“Uphfghghayy.” Replied Sarah nodding her head, savouring the way the rubber ball forced her jaws apart. ‘Little fool’ thought Gidgot as she headed back into the main studio where Vicky had just re-entered trying to look innocent.
“Your friend’s in the next studio trying on some gags and handcuffs and will join us in five minutes or so.” Gidgot said, “In the meantime shall we get you rigged for the next shoot?”
Vicky feeling relieved she hadn’t been caught snooping in the editing suite and thought she should agree to keep up the appearance of being a professional model.”Yes, I am ready, willing and able.” Said the girl, with more bravado than she felt.
“Great,” enthused Gidgot, “As you’re so lithe I am sure you can do a single sleeve vignette for me.”
“Oh sure.” Replied Vicky, having no idea what this would be and walking right into the older woman’s trap.
“OK, turn around hands palm to palm and your elbows as close as you can get them.” Gidgot was impressed the girl was lithe, the sleeve slipped up easily, and she quickly fastened the shoulders straps crossing them in front and tightened the straps at elbows and wrists, so that there was no way Vicky would get out of the sleeve.
Vicky was astounded at how the leather sleeve held her arms so tightly together behind her back. The woman put a strap around the girls’ chest just below the thrusting bosom and trapped her arms against her body, tightening it until Vicky thought she was not going to be able to breathe.
“OK, kneel down.” Commanded Gidgot.
Still marvelling at how securely the leather binder held her the girl carefully knelt down, as the older woman approached with more leather straps, and proceeded to secure first her left ankle to her left thigh and then repeated the process with the right. Vicky was starting to realise just how helpless she was, her arms were useless, her hands held palm to palm by the unyielding leather. Her legs were folded and secured so she couldn’t stand and she doubted she would be able to move much at all.
“OK, the hood next,” said Gidgot slyly, “I am sure that’s why you keep your hair so short, is it not?.”
“Oh, yeah, right!” said Vicky trying to frantically think of a way out, “But shouldn’t we wait for Sarah?” and wondering where the hell is she.
“I’ll just put your hood on and then I’ll go and see what’s keeping her.” Replied Gidgot, smiling slyly.
There wasn’t much Vicky could do to stop her so she sat quietly as the woman tugged a leather hood over her head and laced it tight. At least I can see and talk thought Vicky as the leather tightened around her head like a second skin, there were holes for her eyes, mouth and two small ones for her nostrils allowing her to breathe. Gidgot had other ideas though, “Open wide like a good girl.” Said Gidgot as she forced a stuffer gag past the girls’ lips and fastened the popper studs attached to the hood, securing it in place.
“MMmmrrrphh” complained Vicky, ‘I am really in the shit’, she thought as Gidgot fitted the blindfold, over the eye holes, ‘Oh My God!’ Gidgot had attached a rope to the ring on the end of the sleeve by the girls fingertips passed it between her legs through the ring on the front of the hood and pulled it as tight as she could before tying it off.
“Stay there while I go and get your friend, you nosey little sneak!” said Gidgot.
‘How the hell am I going anywhere like this!’ Thought the girl as she tested just how securely bound she was, ‘I can’t see speak or even hear very well, and this rope through my crotch is driving me mad every time I even twitch’. Vicky was now really scared, she had never been this helpless before, totally at the whim of someone else. Despite feeling scared she realised she was getting really turned on by this situation as well, was her heart thumping out of fear, arousal or both?
Meanwhile Sarah had seen the minute hand crawl round four times and decided to unlock the hinge cuffs, at first she was puzzled by her failure to find the keyhole then as she worked her wrists around so she could see them she could see she was trying the wrong side of the cuff, but trying as hard as she could there was no way she could twist her hands enough to get the key near the keyhole. On top of that the ballgag that at first had felt so exciting was now making her jaws ache, not only that but drool was running down her chin and making the front of the swimsuit damp.
She would have to go next door and get Gidgot to unlock her, however she now found another problem, although the leash was only looped over the hook, because her hands were pinned behind her back there was no way she could unhook it. She moved forward to try dislodging the loop with her nose, but quickly realised that, with her arms held behind her back, her ample breasts did not allow her to manoeuvre close enough. This was so frustrating, perhaps if she bent over and backed in she could unhook it that way, thought Sarah.
Just as she was starting to bend, she began to realise the hook was still going to be too high. Then disaster struck, she dropped the key. Gidgot walked back in just at this moment, “Oh! You want a more restricting position do you dear?” the woman said with an evil grin. She produced a pair of ankle chains and clipped one around the hinge cuffs and unclipped the leash. Next she unclipped the double ended snap hook reattaching one end in the middle of the ankle cuffs and then forced the girls head down until the other end could be clipped to the collar.
Sarah grunted her protest but was powerless to stop the older woman. Sarah was now bent forward with her ankle almost together and her legs slightly bent and her arms still locked behind her back. “Squat!” commanded Gidgot.
“nnGhhh, WeppfhhMeeggghhGuupfff” mumbled Sarah “OWFFFPPFFF!”.
“Squat!” repeated Gidgot delivering a stinging slap to the girls conveniently presented buttocks. Sarah realised defiance would just get her a sore bottom and obeyed, as she did the older woman grabbed the other end of the ankle cuffs hanging from the hinge cuffs and connected the cuff around the ankle cuff chain attached to the collar. “OK let’s see if you can move.” said Gidgot.
‘What!’ thought Sarah but she started to test this new bondage, if she tried to stand the cuffs connecting the hinge cuffs to her ankle cuffs pulled her ankles together and pulled down on her collar. If she lowered her butt below her knees she could look up and, yes! she could move her feet forward, waddling like a duck. “That’s good,” said the older woman, “now waddle out into the main studio and join your little snooping friend.”
Sarah had no choice but to obey as she entered she saw the helpless leather bound female she assumed had to be Vicky, and gasped behind her gag. “Keep going” said Gidgot, “now kneel next to your friend.” Once the girl was kneeling next to her friend Gidgot removed Vicky’s blindfold so that she could she could see how helpless Sarah was.
Then she replaced the blindfold and said, “I need to go now, but the media course will be opening up in another seven or eight hours.” The girls heard her footsteps move away and heard a door open. “Bye bye, have fun” and they heard a door close, as they both squealed into their gags in despair.
‘I am going to die of embarrassment when the media course open up tomorrow’, thought Sarah. ‘If I don’t actually die first! This is unbearable, I’m a physical wreck already and there is no way we can do anything about our situation, and if this doesn’t kill us I am going to murder Vicky myself!’
Vicky mean while was having similar thoughts, being found here like this was going to destroy any chance of being taken seriously as a journalist.
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