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The Red Corset. (A Fictional Story) © Copyright 2011 - Angela Browning The phone rang early. Hello Angela, it's Katie," came the efficient voice, "sorry to call so early, did I wake you?" "No, that's alright, I had to get up to answer the phone anyway. What's new?" moaned Angela sleepily. "Ok, I'm calling about that article we put together about you for my magazine. The 'powers that be' are going to go and print it. I showed them your head shots and they want some professional modeling pictures to include with the story." "They want pictures of me?" asked Angela shading her eyes from the morning sunlight. "Yes, a splash of color on the page. You need something to wear. I made you an appointment for a fitting. The editor thought classy lingerie would do nicely, if that's alright with you." "I suppose so, I think," mumbled Angela. "Ok, so if you can go to the fitting this morning and then straight over to the photographers that will work out perfectly." "You are efficient, Katy. I don't have time to think," said Angela. "That's what I get paid for; pulling things together and making things happen." "Great, ok, thanks." said Angela on her way back to bed. Running late as usual at the costumers, Angela was having fun trying on showy outfits. "I like the look of this. I think I look good in this corset." said Angela looking at herself in the mirror. "Red and shiny satin looks so luxurious, it's just a bit of a squeeze." "Oh, this one fits perfectly. They look better a little snug," said the dresser. "You must look as if you have been poured into it with the hint that something may spill over the top," she said beaming with pride. "The photographer suggested white stockings and no shoes to go nicely with the red satin. What do you think?" "I love it. I have never seen myself in something so stunning." "Let me see, push up and cleavage, red satin and white stockings. Oh yes, the photographer also wants a broad red ribbon for your hair to match the corset. He said you will win hearts. He read a preview of your essay on sexuality that you wrote for the magazine." The photographer's name was David. Angela arrived just as the makeup chick was leaving for lunch. "Let's do a light lunch ourselves and then get to work," said David. "Ok, something tasty," said Angela thinking of breakfast. David was one of those easy going types. She thought that she had recognized his name and asked him about his work. He admitted to being the same David who also did quality photo shoots for bondage magazines and websites. He kept the two sides of his business separate. Angela liked David. He was dressed in black but looked casual and easy to work with. Back in the studio Angela changed clothes and makeup chick did her face and hair. The red corset looked sensational as she stood on the platform. David praised her as he worked, moving lights and taking photographs. "Yes, yes, this is good. Smile. Pout." Angela had a great time. It was all so flattering. She followed David's directions and felt as if she were the super model that he told her she was. "The corset looks fresh. Twist. Head back. Smile." The makeup chick worked silently constantly touching up lips, powder and hair. She expertly changed Angela's hair in an instant. Angela posed with a silver chair, glass of wine, glass of champagne, flowers and the magazine itself. David's coaching was hypnotic and put her at ease. He moved constantly and fluidly taking photographs from every angle with his big camera. "This is great, you look marvelous." David and the makeup chick worked smoothly together. Angela enjoyed the attention and glamour. It was hard work but fun. "I think we've got all we need, Angela," said David in his approving tone. His manner was very seductive. "I wondered that since you are here.." he hesitated and turned his back attending to something. "Wondered if you would like to do another couple of hours, make some more money and have some fun?" Angela was flattered, how could she resist? "Yes, sure, what do you have in mind?" she said trying to sound casual. "Well, the corset looks great, stunning, and you know that I also shoot bondage, are you interested?" said David looking away. Angela couldn't read his face. "Yes why not, I will enjoy it." "I can have Sheila here in ten minutes, Sheila's my favorite rigger. Makeup chick will need to stay too, you may get your feathers a little ruffled," David chuckled quietly to himself. Makeup chick fixed Angela's make up and hair. Sheila arrived and without saying a word went to a cabinet and started to organize her bundles of rope. "How far are you going to go?" asked Angela to break the silence. "You have seen my work, it's all classy. You're going to love it. It will feel great and you will look fabulous." Angela knew that it would feel good; this was her thrill, though she was new to photographing the fun. It would be interesting too being tied up by a stranger in front of strangers who were taking pictures. They wouldn't know her secret and she could pretend not to like it. That was part of the game. Then there were three. Sheila and makeup chick worked quietly and efficiently as David resumed his seductive praises. "That's good, looks great, you look wonderful." Sheila began simply using ties that were symbolic. Makeup chick worked and David constantly moved and adjusted and gave coaxing prompts. Angela hadn't noticed before but the lights were beginning to feel warm. Makeup chick powdered Angela's shoulders. The big fan blew and Angela tossed her hair. "Fabulous, good work, I love it!" said David moving and studying Angela intensely. "You three work closely and efficiently," noted Angela. David was the only one who spoke. "We have been working together for years. We know each other well." The ropes changed and David moved. More photographs and praises. David drove the mood with his encouragement. "Look proud, pout, fight the ropes." Angela became accustomed to Sheila's ropes. From the moment she first started Angela was never free. Sheila was good. The bondage was steadily becoming more inescapable. As Angela became used to the completeness of the bondage, Sheila methodically made it tougher. She was slowly turning up the heat. Angela stood with her wrists firmly tied behind her. Her ankles were tied to ringbolts at the edges of the platform making her stand with her legs stretched astride. David moved around her capturing her proud posture. Her red corset hugged her body and made her look sensational. Sheila tied Angela's elbows firmly without hurting. Sheila still had not said a word neither had makeup chick. Angela was standing with her elbows tied back making her breasts look fabulous. David continued taking pictures. "That's nice, almost spilling over the top. Great, you look really good, smile, look pitiful, excellent. I just need a moment." David checked something over on his desk behind Angela As Angela stood with her legs tied far apart Sheila tied wraps of rope around her waist adding a cinch to the red corset. Everything felt good. Angela was really enjoying herself. She was dizzy with excitement and hoped that the three hadn't noticed that she was turned on. Two ropes were dangling behind Angela from her waist. Sheila pulled them between Angela's legs and back up to her waist in the front. Angela was wide open and unable to protect herself. As David shouted something distracting Sheila skillfully used her fingers to open Angela up for the two ropes, pulled them up tightly and cinched them to her waist rope. Angela reacted but could do nothing to stop her. It was done so quickly. The tight rope was perfectly placed. It was very intimate. Angela suddenly felt vulnerable. Her face became hot as she blushed intensely. She looked at the other two who seemed too busy with their work to notice what had happened. Sheila continued with her work as if this was part of her job. Angela's slightest movements created sensation. It felt good. "That's a little too tight," said Angela for the first time. What else could she say? "Don't worry," said David soothingly, "we are nearly done. You need crotch ropes. It's for your own good. You look wonderful." "Now for the hogtie," said David almost apologetically. "I always leave the toughest ties for last and then we are finished." Sheila tied Angela's ankles together. Efficient wraps of rope that wouldn't come loose, no loose ends. Then her knees. Angela squirmed and moaned. Sheila tied rope firmly around the tops of Angela's legs. A lap rope. That felt new. A very secure feeling. Everything was squeezed together making the crotch ropes more personal. Sheila knew what she was doing. As Angela moved gently she could feel the snug rope move between her legs. There was no escape from the aggressive stimulation. This wasn't the time for sensations. She wondered if they knew what they were doing to her. Angela tried not to move. Sheila tied ropes around Angela's body and arms above and below her breasts. Things were getting tight. Angela moaned again. "Excellent, just a few more, we are nearly done. You look fabulous. I can't wait to show you the pictures," said David with sympathy for Angela's discomfort. Sheila and the makeup chick moved quietly and efficiently doing their work. David slowed down and inspected Angela from every angle as she stood helplessly. He came close and spoke quietly. "How does it feel?" It was almost intimate, as if they were alone. He circled slowly. "It's very tight," said Angela, "I'm glad it's nearly finished." "You're looking good," encouraged David. Angela's breasts were heaving as she breathed. She could feel the tight rope move between her legs as she wobbled. Angela blushed. Her hair was perfect. Her lips were glossy. David inspected her closely, moving around her and watching her stand and wriggle to get comfortable. Angela wondered if he could tell what she was feeling. Their eyes met for the longest time. He knew what she was thinking. Again, she tried not to move. "Nearly done, you look really stunning," encouraged David. Together Sheila and makeup chick helped Angela lay face down on the carpet. Angela moaned and tried to get comfortable. When she wriggled the crotch rope made her shudder. Angela was sure they knew what she was feeling. Never a word was spoken. Only David's words of encouragement were heard. Sheila pulled Angela's wrists down as far as they would go and tied them tight. Angela winced. "That's a bit too tight," she said pitifully. "Almost done and then we can go home," comforted David. Sheila pulled up Angela's legs behind her and put her weight on them as she lashed her ankles as close to her waist as she could. The crotch rope moved and there was nothing Angela could do but enjoy it. "How do you feel?" asked David proudly. "I feel great, I can't move a muscle." said Angela bravely, "Sheila really knows her stuff. It's very tight, though and I'm afraid my breasts are going to pop out." "Don't worry it looks great. That's the look we want." "The corset is getting tight. I am starting to sweat," said Angela grunting and wriggling to enjoy the crotch rope. "She's getting shiny," said David moving lights and shooting more pictures. Makeup chick powdered Angela. "This is really great, you are sensational. You look gorgeous, Angela." "I can't even wriggle. This is really tight. It feels really sexy." "You look sexy too. I'm getting some sensational shots. We are nearly done." David turned away and asked, "Are you ok with a gag?" Before Angela could say a word Sheila thrust a ball gag between her teeth. She tried to fight it but couldn't. Her crotch rope felt good as she fought. As the camera fired over and over all she could think was that the red ball gag matched the red corset. Angela was silenced, she couldn't move or protest. Sheila stepped back to admire her work. "Very nice!" said David, camera constantly in action. "Mouth wide open, lovely white teeth showing, shiny lips, very sexy. Ok now struggle a little." "Mmmmpft!" said Angela feeling the thrill of helplessness. "Ok, now look pleading. Ok, ok, now look desperate." Angela tried to gesture desperately with her fingers just as David said, "Ok now, open your fingers as if you are trying to signal for help. Great. Great." Angela wriggled all she could but could go nowhere. Was she struggling to escape or to feel the crotch rope? "Ok," said David, "take over," and he handed the camera to Sheila. "I'm in," he said and he climbed astride the helpless Angela as if he were riding a wild pony. David smiled broadly as he pulled back Angela's hair with one hand and slapped her buttocks with the other. All the time the camera kept shooting. Angela struggled and thrashed around in her tight helpless position and made sounds through her gag. "That's my girl, you struggle like a champ. These are great photos. It must be very rewarding for you. I'm going to splash you all over the internet. You will be famous." Angela bucked and rocked as the crotch rope did its job. The camera kept shooting. David rose to his feet breathless. Angela lay there panting hard, rocking and bumping on the carpet. "Phew! What a great session. That's a wrap." Without saying a word, Sheila and makeup chick started to leave. "Thank you, girls, see you tomorrow afternoon. I'll come and lock up as you leave." David turned off the studio lights as they went out leaving one bright spot light shining on Angela. They all went to the street door leaving Angela exhausted and still tightly bound. Now she had time to think. She was still panting and whimpering. She heard the street door close and the sound of locks. Angela grunted and tried to move. She could do nothing but drool. There was no way she could get free. She couldn't see David in the darkness. She lay there tightly bound wondering what he was going to do to her when he returned. Angela Browning (You can send story suggestions, fiction and artwork to FictionandArtwork @ gmail.com)
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