I started modeling when I was very young and continued actively until my mid-30s. I do still sometimes model here and there, even now.
At 5’9”, I easily booked work as a fashion model as a teen, but as I grew older and curvier, I was offered mostly swimwear and lingerie-type work.
By the time I was 19, I found the best-paying jobs were, of course, the ones involving nudity. The more you were willing to show, the more you got paid.
There was a huge demand for Internet website models in the late 90s/early 2000s, and the pay was very high. I found it hard to resist and quickly went from topless to full nude within a few shoots.
I met many other models doing the same type of work, and we would share work contacts and often travel to shoot together.
Nicole was one of the models I worked with most often because she lived in the same state. She was tall like me, but her dark hair was cut into a sharply angled bob. She reminded me a bit of Posh Spice, though Nicole’s fake boobs were much larger.
After doing a Playboy-style nude shoot together in Miami, Nicole suggested I shoot with a new website she was regularly working with. She said it was a fetish website, but nothing hardcore. She mentioned they would fly me to LA for the shoot, and she would be there as well.
She showed me the website and her photos, and I thought it looked pretty fun to be dressed up in latex and fetish boots. Plus, three days of shooting would easily cover my last semester of college, and I wouldn’t need another loan.
The whole thing sounded like a blast, and I was super excited to get booked for the job.
Two weeks later, I flew to LA and was greeted at the gate by Nicole and Max, the website owner/photographer. Max was a pretty decent-looking guy. Big, muscular build with short dark hair and a mustache. He looked more like a guy who was in porn, rather than the one behind the camera.
I had my hair up in a messy bun and was wearing my glasses. Max looked me over and commented that I had the “sexy librarian” thing going on and that he had some ideas for it.
Then suddenly, he goes, “Let me check something,” and quickly grabs both my arms from behind, pulling them together to see how close they could get.
Before I could even react, he had let go, while mentioning, “Nice and flexible, that will work perfectly.”
I must have looked pretty shocked because Nicole put her hand on my arm and said, “Daddy has some fun ideas for you, don’t worry.”
I’m not sure how that was supposed to comfort me, plus, I was wondering about the whole “Daddy” thing, as I had only heard her call him Max before that.
Nicole chatted about everything except details on the shoot on the way to Max’s house. We were going to stay there together and share a room.
We pulled up to a big Spanish-style house in the suburbs, with a nice yard. It eased my nervousness a little when I saw we would be staying in a nice place.
As I pulled my suitcase up the driveway, I saw the neighbors, and I wondered if they knew what went on inside. Was it odd for this guy to have so many young women coming and going from his home?
My nervousness quickly returned as soon as we stepped inside. The whole inside looked like some kind of dungeon, and lights were set up everywhere.
A big X with wrist and ankle restraints dominated one side of the room, and on the other appeared to be some sort of suspension set-up over a shiny black vinyl platform.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
I thought this was going to be more of a standard, “put on clothing and model it” kind of shoot, just with fetish wear. But I was starting to get the feeling it was going to be a little more physically demanding.
“Let’s put our stuff in the bedroom and start getting ready,” Nicole said as she directed me down the hallway.
I hadn’t realized we’d be getting right to work, but that meant an extra day of pay, so I was all for it.
“What am I wearing?” I asked so I could figure out how to do my hair and makeup.
“Max picked you out something red, that’s all I know,” she said with a shrug.
I did smokey eye makeup, dark red lips, and left my long, wavy hair down.
Max knocked on the door to ask if we were ready, and stuck his arm in, waving a couple of baggies. “Here’s your wardrobe. Use the shine spray to make it look wet.”
Nicole pulled a blue latex tube dress out of her baggie, and I pulled out a red thong and a roll of black electrical tape.
“Am I missing something?” I called out to Max, figuring there had to be more to my outfit.
“No! Have Nicole tape an X on each nipple, and I have a ball gag for your mouth when you get out,” Max called from just outside the door, sounding as if this were an everyday outfit description. I suppose to him, it was.
Well, I’d gone this far, what’s a ball gag or two? I laughed as I slipped on the red latex thong. I gave it a spray and rubbed it all over until it looked shiny and wet.
Nicole was giggling as she measured out the tape to put over my nipples. Before she stuck the tape to my skin, she leaned over and gave each one a quick little lick and explained, “That makes the tape hurt your nips a bit less when you peel it off later.”
She pressed her hands firmly to my large DDs, making the tape stick, and me really horny at the same time.
We’d done some girl/girl modeling sessions together, but hadn’t gotten together yet when a camera wasn’t around.
“I do love how squishy real boobs are,” she said, still firmly pressing into each breast with her hands and moving them in tiny circles. I suspected she knew she was turning me on.
“Let’s go have some fun,” she said as she turned around and exited the bathroom.
Max was waiting by a black backdrop, holding a long V-shaped sleeve. It was red leather and laced from top to bottom. I thought it was some kind of weird corset, until he turned me around and grabbed my arms like he’s done at the airport.
This sleeve will push your chest out and really make the most of those great tits, he said as he slipped my arms into it and started to pull the laces tighter.
The more he pulled, the more my chest was pushed out as my arms were drawn closer together behind me.
“OK! That’s enough!” I said as it started to hurt a little. He gave it one more pull and then tied it tightly.
I’m not sure what kind of look I had on my face, but he asked me, “What’s wrong, you don’t like your outfit?”
I wanted to keep the job and not seem difficult, so I just quietly said, “I thought I’d be wearing something a bit different, that’s all.”
“Don’t worry, there’s one more piece!” Max said as he held up the ball gag. He quickly popped the red ball into my open mouth and wrapped the black leather straps around my head.
“There! Now you’re completely dressed. We’ll shoot you solo first, then some with Nicole,” he said as he directed me to the mark on the floor where I was to stand for portrait-style shots.
I’d never had a ball gag in my mouth before, and felt a little ridiculous trying to smile or look sexy with it.
And the sleeve in the back restricted my movement so much that I felt like I wasn’t doing a great job of modeling for him.
“Let’s move to the padded platform. I think this might work better,” he said as he directed me to the padded vinyl platform. Nicole had to help me up onto it since I couldn’t use my arms.
I posed for a few shots on my knees before Max suggested I put my face down and butt up in the air so he could get some good ass shots.
“That’s perfect, spread your legs a little wider,” he directed me, so I spread them a little wider each time the flash went off. “That’s perfect, now push out a little drool,” he said as he zoomed in on my face.
Drool? This wasn’t the sexy fetish shoot I thought it was going to be. I started wondering if anyone at school would run across these pics.
I forgot all about the drool pooling by my cheek when I felt a sharp smack on my ass. I heard a giggle and realized Nicole was whipping me with the riding crop I’d seen her holding earlier.
“I think somebody’s been a bad girl!” she laughed as she smacked me again, harder. I was in a compromising position, and all I could do was cry out a bit behind the ball gag each time she struck me. Each time I did, it pushed more drool out, making Max even happier with my performance.
“You signed the contract for full nude, right?” Max asked. I made an uh-uh sound behind the gag, slightly nodding my head yes.
“Perfect,” Max said, setting the camera down and grabbing a pair of scissors. He handed them to Nicole. “I want some shots of you cutting the thong off her. Then peel the tape off—slowly.”
With my head down and arms still pinned behind me, I could only see a little of what was going on by looking in a mirror propped against the wall.
I felt the cold steel of the scissors pressed up against my thigh and could see Nicole smiling and posing with her tongue out like she was going to lick my ass.
It felt like I was watching somebody else in the mirror, and I kept thinking, yes, lick her ass. Lick it…
I heard a snip and saw the thong fall down. I suddenly felt very exposed and very open. I usually didn’t do spread shots, but they paid even more than just nudes. My paycheck just grew considerably.
The lights flashed several more times, and I felt Nicole teasing my pussy with the scissors, but I couldn’t see exactly what was going on.
I had never done insertion shots, and that needed to be negotiated in advance, so I wiggled a little and grunted to try and get the message across that we weren’t shooting that.
“No insertions?” Nicole asked Max.
“Well, not on camera at least,” he said, and set the camera down. “Grunt once for yes, twice quickly if you want her to stop,” he said to me.
Since he wasn’t filming, and I was incredibly turned on, wondering what she might do with me in the position, I gave one grunt.
I felt her tongue first, licking my pussy before working her way all the way up, and pushing it into my asshole as far as she could go.
“Oh yeah, get her good and dripping wet, and let me get a shot,” Max said, and Nicole paused to take shots with her saliva dripping from me.
My view was still a little obstructed, so I jumped when I felt one of the cold, smooth handles of the scissors sliding into me.
“Oh, fuck that’s hot,” Max said, practically panting. “Are you sure you don’t want me to shoot this?”
I gave him two solid grunts in return, making sure he got the message that we would not be taking pics of this.
Nicole worked the scissors in and out, careful to keep the blades away. I was tempted to let him take some photos just so I could see what they were seeing.
But before I gave in, she pulled the scissors out and said, “Make sure you get this shot, daddy,” and she licked the scissor handles.
My arms were starting to ache, and we still had to shoot her pulling the tape off my nipples. Fetish modeling was proving to be a lot harder than your usual lingerie shoot.
“Let’s do the tape next,” Max said, and I sighed in relief that we were reaching the end of the shoot.
Nicole lay on her back on the platform next to me and slowly peeled off the X marks from my nipples. She was right that the spit from earlier helped it not stick as badly.
Max started shooting rapidly as Nicole teased my nipples with her tongue, and then sucked one into her mouth, squeezing and sucking me dramatically for the photos.
“Gorgeous! This just needs one more thing,” Max said, and I saw him grab a silver butt plug and stick the tip in his mouth to wet it, before walking over to us.
I assumed it was for Nicole, and was surprised when I felt something pressing on my asshole. I quickly grunted twice.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep it out of the shot,” he said as he increased the pressure, and I felt it slide in. Nicole had done a good job of making both holes very wet, and I later found out she knew exactly what Max wanted to do with me.
Nicole was still sucking my tits, and I let out one long groan from the intense feeling, and Max asked, “Is that a yes?” I grunted once to let him know he could leave it in.
He continued to shoot as Nicole posed with me, and I stayed in my one position.
With Nicole working me all over, I was getting so turned on I couldn’t wait to get out of this sleeve and go get myself off in the shower.
I wasn’t expecting it to keep going until she said, “I think I warmed her up enough for you, daddy.”
“Let’s see,” Max said as he walked behind me. “Remember my instructions?” he asked, and I grunted once.
I felt him stick a finger into my pussy, and again I grunted once. I couldn’t help it. I wanted it so badly by that point.
He put another finger in and curled them in, searching for my g-spot. I grunted once again as he started finger fucking me.
I could see in the mirror that he was kissing Nicole while she played with my nipples.
He pulled his fingers out, and I heard his pants drop. I knew what was coming next, and I was ready by that point.
I could sort of see his dick hanging between his legs, but I didn’t get a good look before he put himself in just an inch, and waited for me to grunt before going any farther.
He felt big and hard, and as much as I wanted it, I waited a minute just to tease him. When I finally let out one little “uh” noise, he pushed in farther and worked himself in and out a little at a time before picking up his tempo and fucking me hard and fast.
I couldn’t see what he was doing with Nicole anymore, but I felt him grab onto my arms with both hands, pulling them backward each time he thrust into me.
The position was letting him go in deep, and with the extra sensation of the butt plug still being in, I could feel my orgasm building up fast.
I’d never been fucked so hard in such a restrained position before. All I could do was bite down on the rubber ball and make one long moaning noise, careful not to grunt twice and stop the intense fucking he was giving me.
I finally came, but he didn’t let up and kept going until I heard him ask, “Is it OK to come in you?”
I grunted once, and he came about ten seconds afterwards. I felt him pull out, and saw Nicole kneel down to suck his dick clean.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, “And this is a gorgeous cream pie shot,” he said as he spread my pussy, making the cum run down my leg. “I could take a few pics, just for you if you want.”
After all that, I badly wanted to see what the view from back there looked like. I grunted, and I saw him hesitate, waiting for the second grunt. When it didn’t come, he smiled and grabbed his camera.
“Make sure you clean her up too, but leave the plug in,” he said to Nicole.
She didn’t waste any time and licked the cum out of me, pausing to smile at the camera and show the cum in her mouth before swallowing it.
“You’re going to love these,” Max said, getting closer and closer as Nicole pushed her fingers into me, making sure she got every drop for the camera.
“We can renegotiate if you want to let me publish any of them. A lot don’t even have your face in them. And we can get that ball gag off you now,” he said and reached over to unbuckle the straps.
“Please get my arms too. My jaw is aching, and I’m exhausted. Then we can go through the pics, and I’ll let you know what you can use.” I said and collapsed on my side, letting Nicole loosen the laces on the sleeve before tugging it off.
I sat up, naked and feeling a bit worn out and sticky all over. “Actually, I think I’d like to shower first. Clear my head a bit before we talk business.”
I stood up and realized the butt plug was still in me. I turned my butt toward the mirror so I could see the flat silver base between my cheeks.
I smiled and told them both, “And I’ll be taking this with me,” and wiggled my butt so they could see the silver glint in the lights before I walked off to the bathroom and a much-needed shower.
I thought about everything that happened while showering off, realizing I had two more days of shooting ahead of me, and wondering how much farther Max would try to push me.
In the end, that three-day shoot paid for my entire last semester of college.
