Priya’s
Photo Shoot
Prologue
It had been a
month since what Priya had come to refer to as “the
incident.” Sometimes she had woken up
screaming in the middle of the night, walking Jay as she held herself and
shivered. On a couple of occasions, at
the dinner table, she had caught Nirav looking at her
in a strange way, only to avert his gaze as she looked at him.
What was
really troubling her was the conflicting feelings she
had been having – sometimes the fear, and then the thoughts of pleasure at what
had happened. Was she a wicked woman for
having those thoughts?
It was even
worse when Jay’s father, Amar, called round. She had spent a good part of the night bound
and gagged with him, and had discovered something of what his feelings were
towards her. In fact, in order to get
him to free her in the early hours of that morning, she had been forced to
allow him to – play with her wasn’t the absolutely correct word, but it was
close enough.
So when Amar called round to see her and Jay, she was a little nervous
about what he might have to say. The
three of them sat at the dining table as Nirav
watched television.
“Look,” Amar eventually said, “I feel somewhat responsible for what
happened that night.”
“What could
you do, father,” Jay said quietly, “they had guns.”
“Still, I
feel I could have done more to prevent what happened,” he said as he looked at Priya, “and I want to make up for it – especially to you Priya. You had to
suffer the longest.”
“We survived
– that is enough,” she said quietly.
“Perhaps –
but I owe you for what happened. So I
have made arrangements with Antony Patel, the photographer, to come and take
some photographs of you in the house as a treat.”
“Antony? How can you afford someone as well known as
him?”
“I cut a
deal,” Amar said quietly. “You and Nirav are
due to go into the city for his school project on Saturday, so I have arranged
for him to come then, for the day. He
will take pictures of you in various garments – formal, casual, others – and
then bind and present them as an album for you.”
“Amar, I... I...”
“Say
nothing,” Amar said with a smile, “Just say you
accept my small gift.”
Priya looked at her husband, then nodded
and said “Of course I do.”
“Excellent,” Amar said as he stood up, “I am sure you will enjoy the experience...”
Saturday
The first session
“You must be Priya – I’m Antony Patel.”
Priya nodded as she opened the door and
allowed the tall, dark haired man to come in, showing him the front room as he
placed his camera bag on the table. “I
need to fetch some screens and lights,” he said as Jay and Nirav
waved on their way out.
“I’ll get
some drinks,” Priya said as she walked to the
kitchen, still in a pair of sweat pants and an old jumper. As she made some tea, she heard Antony
bringing in his equipment, so that when she went back into the front room he
had erected some white screens over the windows, and was setting up some
lights.
“Is this your
first formal photo shoot?”
Priya nodded as she poured the tea. “I must admit, I do not know what to expect.”
“Well, then
it is an adventure,” Antony said as he looked at her. “Have you selected your outfits?”
“I have – as
you suggested. I wonder if we can start
with the formal and then move down from there? I would rather get the worst bit out of the
way first.”
“Why is this the worst bit?”
“Because I
hate wearing all this jewellery,” Priya said as she
left the room, “I will be back shortly.”
Antony nodded
as he set up the lights, and checked the readings on his meter, while Priya retreated to her room. Looking in the mirror, she took a deep breath
and said “All right” as she removed her clothes, and started to get ready.
Thirty
minutes later, Antony looked to the doorway and said “Very formal” as Priya walked back in.
She was wearing a crimson red tunic, with short sleeves, a green border
and decorated with jewels especially on the lower hem. The outfit was completed by a pair of green
silk pants, and a long scarf of crimson and green hung over her shoulders. A pair of gold sandals were
on her feet, but it was the jewellery that completed the outfit – silver and
gold bangles on her wrists, a large diamond ring on the first finger of her
left hand, a heavy silver and jewelled necklace, and a diamond and opal head
adornment. She had platted her hair so
that it fell over one shoulder.
“Truly
beautiful,” Antony said as he set an ornate white chair in front of the
screens. “Please, be seated.”
Priya sat with her legs to one side, as he checked
the lighting and then started to take photographs. She smiled, a shy,
pensive smile as he got to work.
“That’s good Priya,” he said as he walked round, and she moved her head
to look in the direction he suggested, “very good. Just hold that pose – there.”
She looked
into the distance, but as she did so the memory of dinner that night came to her
unbidden – the three of them tied to the chairs as they ate, the tape slapped
roughly over her mouth as Jay was forced to deal with the unwanted caller...
“What’s
wrong,” Antony said as he saw the tear on her cheek, “you look as if something
has frightened you.”
“I’m sorry,” Priya said as she accepted the tissue he gave her, and
wiped her eye, “just a bad memory.”
“Oh dear –
have I upset you? Because if so...”
“No,” Priya said quietly, “It’s just I went through a rather bad experience
a few weeks ago – we were held hostage as a family, and...”
“You don’t
have to tell me,” Anton said as he put his camera down.
“No, it’s all
right – part of the night they made all three of us dress formally, then tied
us to chairs as we ate.”
She saw Antony
nod, as he said “One of the things about being a photographer is people tell
you their experiences – you’re not the first person I have heard that
from. It still frightens you, doesn’t
it?”
“A little,” Priya said quietly, “I still have nightmares and wake up
sweating.”
“That’s
understandable – it can be a very frightening experience, but there is a way I
may be able to help you.”
“How?”
“Will you
trust me?”
Priya looked at him as he said “From my
experience, the way to deal with these fears is to face them head on. If you will allow me, I will show you the
thing you are afraid of is not the fact you were bound – it was the men that
bound you.”
Looking
round, he saw two headscarves lying on the back of the couch. “See this,” he said as he picked one up and
walked back with it, “You do not fear this do you?”
“No,” Priya said as she looked at him.
“And you do
not fear me, do you?”
She shook her
head, as he moved the long scarf from her back, put her hands together palm to
palm and used the scarf to tie her wrists together. “There,” he said as he tied it off, “Does
that scare you?”
She tried to
move her wrists, feeling the silk as it held them together, and then said “No –
no it doesn’t.”
“Good,” he
said as he lifted her scarf off her, and then wrapped it around her arms and
body, pinning them to her back as he tied it loosely. “And now – does it frighten you?”
“A little,
but not much,” Priya said as she twisted round. “Why are you doing this?”
“To show you you have nothing to fear,” Antony said. “I will prepare a second album for you, of
you like this, to show you you are normal like this
as well.” He started to take photos
again, Priya allowing him to do so, before he said
“Did they silence you?”
“Yes – in
several ways.”
“Allow me to
do this,” he said as he rolled the second scarf up, and held it in front of her
lips. “Again, you have nothing to fear, but
it will help you put the memories behind you.”
Priya thought for a moment, then nodded as
she opened her mouth, the taste of the silk bringing back some memories. Yet Antony was gentle, and as he took more
photos she smiled over the gag – somehow he was making this enjoyable.
How was he
doing that?
The second session
“There, that
was not so bad was it?”
Antony
allowed Priya to dub her wrists as he handed her a
bottle of water, and opened one himself.
“No,” she
said after she had taken a drink, “I was a little scared at first, but you put me
at ease. IT felt...”
“Hmmm?”
“It felt
quite good after that,” she said as she smiled.
“Well, when
you are ready, you may go and change into your next outfit, while I make
preparations here.”
Priya nodded as she stood up, and left Antony,
returning to her bedroom and looking again in the mirror.
“How did he
manage that,” she said before she shook herself, and started to remove her
jewellery.
When she
returned, she was wearing a knee length dress, the sleeves barely coming down
her upper arms. It had an open neck,
with a line that followed the curves of her chest, and was black with an ornate
ethnic pattern printed on it. The sleeves and hem were brown with a design
based on peacock feathers. She was also
wearing a pair of deep crimson pantaloons, the lower legs of which were
gathered round her legs by a pair of high heeled open backed boots, made in a gold leather. She
wore a bangle on her right wrists, a patter med long scarf on her left wrists,
and a wide brimmed straw hat.
“You have
exquisite taste in clothes, Priya,” Antony said,
“Please, stand against that screen and we will begin.” Priya walked over
and stood, her right hand on her hips as the scarf
trailed across the floor.
“Do you mind
if I ask questions about that night,” he said as Priya
posed in different positions for him.
“It was
frightening,” Priya said, “they made me do things to
them, and to my son, and to...”
“I’m sorry, I
upset you again.”
“No, I do
need to talk about it,” she said. “My
son – they made me massage his manhood until he came, and then they made me
arouse my father in law as well.”
“It sounds as
if you have reason to be frightened,” he said as he looked at her, “but did
they harm you?”
Priya looked at him, and then said “No,
praise be, but why do you ask?”
“To get you
to talk,” Antony said. “Tell me, when I
tied you earlier, did I scare you?”
“No, you
didn’t.”
“These men –
did they make you move when you were bound?”
Priya looked at him again, before saying
“Yes – why?”
“That still
scares you doesn’t it?”
She nodded as
Antony put the camera down. “If you
trust me, allow me to bind you again – with rope this time – and let you walk
round. It is important you face this
fear as well.”
“Are you a
photographer or a psychologist?”
“Both,” Antony
said with a laugh. “Will you allow me to
of this for you?”
She thought
for a moment, and then nodded. “There is some lengths of rope in the kitchen – shall I fetch them
for you?”
“If you
would,” Antony said, and Priya walked out, returning
with the ropes as she laid them on the long recliner.
“May I ask a
question,” she said as Antony guided her wrists behind her back, crossing them
and tying them carefully together.
“OF
course?”
“You’ve done
this before haven’t you?”
Antony
wrapped the rope between her arms, pulling it tighter around her wrists, before
tying it off and saying “Guilty as charged – I do private shoots for women who
like to be tied, or men who like their women to be tied. I am licensed, and I keep records, but I am doing
this for you to help you. IF you wish, I
will stop now.”
“No,” Priya said quietly, “but thank you for telling me. Please, continue.”
“I will now
secure your arms – do not be afraid,” Antony said as he wrapped some rope
around Priya's arms and pulled them into her sides,
the rope pulling her dress in under her chest as well. He passed the rope several times around her,
both below and above her chest, Priya gasping as her
chest was forced up and out.
As he knotted
the ropes behind her back, Antony said “How does it feel?”
“Different
from that day,” Priya said quietly, “I feel more comfortable, more relaxed, but just as unable to move as I
was then.”
“As I said,
it is not the ropes you need to fear, it is the men who use them,” Antony said
as he removed her hat, and laid it to one side.
“Walk round, get used to the feel of them on your body.”
As Priya walked round the room, Antony taking photos as she
did so, she could not help but admit it was comfortable – and there way the
ropes framed and rubbed against her chest was giving her some unusual, warm
feelings as well.
“Comfortable?”
“Yes – yes it
is,” Priya said quietly, “so what happens now?”
In response, Antony
folded a small cloth and held it up.
“Allow me to silence you again, and then we will continue. You should feel free to move as you desire.”
Nodding, Priya allowed him to place the cloth in her mouth, closing
her lips as he untied the scarf from her wrist.
As he wrapped it several times around her head, she was surprised to
hear herself moan, softly, gently, before he said “Walk again, please.” She moved around the room, this time
wriggling her chest as she did so, feeling the ropes as they rubbed against the
material and moaning even more.
“Beautiful,
just beautiful,” was all he said as he took shot after shot, and then laid the camera
down. “Would you like to lie down, and
have your legs secured as well?”
Priya was surprised to find herself
nodding, as she sat on the recliner, moving her leg up as she shuffled back and
then laid her head on a pillow Antony placed on the arm. She watched as he crossed and tied her ankles
tightly together, the rope rubbing on her sandals as well as on her pants, and
then secured her legs below her knees.
“Now, look at
the camera and try to make some pleading noises for me,” he said, and as Priya played along she realised that she was actually quite
enjoying this. Where there was no fear,
she was relaxed, and in that relaxation she was able to feel the way the ropes
caressed her. As she rubbed her legs
together as much as the ropes allowed, she let out a deep contented sigh,
opening her eyes as she saw Antony take more photographs.
“Excellent,”
he finally said as he put his camera down.
“Do you wish me to untie you now?”
“Nnnn,” Priya said as she shook
her head, “Ntyt.”
“Very well
then – let me repay you by nipping out and buying some lunch. Will you be all right like this?”
Priya nodded, closing her eyes as she did
so. She heard the photographer leave,
and allowed herself to drift away....
The third session
“so how do you feel now?”
Priya took a sip of the juice, and looked at
Antony. “I can’t explain it – I should
be frightened of what you did, but I found I was liking
it more and more.”
“Well then,” Antony
said as he finished his drink, “we have two more sets of photos to take. IF you are willing, I can bind and gag you in
different ways, and use different materials – give you a chance to face all the
rest of your fears.”
Priya nodded, saying “I’d like that” before
she stood up and left the room. Antony
gathered up the boxes and bottles, and took them to the kitchen, depositing
them in the bin as he unlocked the back door, and then went through.
“Do you think
this will do for the next outfit,” Priya said as she
walked in. Antony turned and let out a little whistle as he said “Yeah – that
will do.”
She was
wearing a gold metallic look top, held up by two thin straps over her
shoulders, and a matching jacket was over one shoulder. A pair of tight blue jeans covered her legs,
and the lower half of them were encased in a pair of high heeled gold leather
boots.
“Jay doesn’t
know I have this,” Priya said as she slipped the
jacket on, “but he likes to see me in clothes like this, so it will be my
special treat to him.”
“And I am
sure he will love it,” Antony said as he checked the lighting again. “Now, strike a pose for me.”
The next
forty minutes were spent in Priya posing in several
ways – standing with her head back, sitting in a chair, one foot on the chair
seat, jacket off and on – until Antony said “Right – are you ready for the
second part?”
“I think so
yes,” Priya said as she hung her jacket over the back
of the chair, “so what are you going to do?”
“Would you
allow me to blindfold you?”
“Blindfold
me?”
“I believe it
can heighten the experience – but only if you are willing.”
Priya thought for a moment, before nodding
in agreement. “Thank you,” Antony said
as he picked up a black scarf, and folded it into a band. Standing behind her, he tied the cloth
tightly over her eyes, and then said “Allow me to help you to kneel.”
“OF course,” Priya said as she slowly lowered herself to the ground,
settling on her knees and waiting. She
then felt her arms been gently guided behind her back, and soft ropes being
wrapped round her bare wrists, holding them firmly together.
“That’s
good,” Antony said from behind her as she heard the camera working, and then
she felt rope around her waist, fixing her wrists against her back as it was gently
pulled against her.
“that
actually feels quite good,” she sighed as she felt her arms being drawn into
her side, the top pressed against her as the rope went around her arms, above
and below her chest, rubbing on her bare flesh as it sat over the top of her
vest. She then felt it pass under one
arm, around the back of her neck and under the other arm, so that her chest was
forced out.
The camera
clicked again, and then she felt her ankles being crossed, the sound of the rope
rubbing on the leather unmistakable as they were pulled together. “Oh that’s tight,” she said as the rope
passed between her legs, and she felt the knot on the back of her legs. Another length was fed under her legs, and
she felt them been tied below her knees as well.
“All right so
far,” Antony said as Priya heard the camera clicking
again. “I am,” she said quietly, “so
what now?”
Her question
was answered as she felt rope pulling on her ankles, and then on her back. As she tried to move her legs, she felt it
pulling on her chest, and she realised the one had been secured to the other.
“Very
secure,” she said with a smile as she heard him taking more photos.
“Open your
mouth please.”
Priya smiled as she allowed a cloth to be
placed in her mouth – the silk scarf by the taste on her tongue, and then
closed her lips over it. She then heard
a tearing sound, and felt her skin being pulled as some sort of tape was
smoothed over her mouth.
“Now, keep
posing for me,” she heard Antony say, and she heard the camera working as a pair
of hands gently stroked down her arms....
“Hssttrhrrr,” she mumbled as she turned her head. It could not be Antony – she could hear the
camera in front of her. She wriggled
round, but the hands stayed firmly on her, as the ropes rubbed against her
chest, making her sigh as well.
“Don’t panic
– it’s only me.”
“TNNEEEE!” Priya
shouted out as her father in law knelt behind her.
“I told you I
wanted to make it up to you for that night – do you remember the way we gag
kissed?”
Priya nodded – she could not forget it, but
she had wished it was Jay and not his father.
“Do you fear
me?”
Priya shook her head – she knew he was a
good man, that he would not hurt her, and yet...”
“Then allow
me to help you to relax more,” he said as she felt his lips on her shoulders,
and his hands gently stroking over her chest.
She wanted to struggle, she wanted to say no to him, and yet, and yet...
And yet his
touch felt so good, as he stroked over and round her breasts, then started to
gently squeeze them. She was unable to
stop him, and it felt so good to be treated like this. She moaned and closed her eyes under the
blindfold
“You feel so
soft,” Amar whispered as he slipped her top up, and
started to play with her nipples, making her gasp as she felt the dampness
between her legs. She moaned and put her
head back, feeling his lips as he nibbled on her neck, and her nipples firming
as a result of his gentle teasing.
“Thhssftdssss....”
“For your
eyes only,” Antony said as he continued to shoot, then
stopped – he was not going to capture what happened next, as Amar unzipped Priya’s pants and
pulled them down a little bit, before stroking his hand up between her legs.
“Hgdddd,” Priya moaned out as she
pushed her pelvis forward, forcing his hand against her there and allowing his
to feel her dampness. That night, when
he had kissed her chest with his tape gagged lips, it had felt good, and so did
this – may she be forgiven, so did this...
“AHnnnnnn” she moaned out as Toni stroked his hand to and
fro, feeling her dampness as she started to buck her body against it. As she did so, one thought occupied one mind,
one thought drove her on.
She wanted to
scream...
The fourth session.
“Jay must
never know.”
“I have no
intention of telling him,” Amar said as he sipped his
tea. The three of them were seated
around the dining table, Priya wearing a gown as she
sipped her own drink.
“You did
not...”
“No, I did
not,” Antony said with a smile. “I was
not asked to, nor did I. I have my rules
as well.”
“Did you know
my father in law was going to come?”
Antony had
the grace to look embarrassed, as Amar said “Yes, he
did – it was part of our arrangement. Priya, if I have caused trouble, I’m sorry – but...”
“But?”
“But I
thought you might enjoy the game.”
It was the
turn of Priya to blush, as she said “well.... I can
hardly deny I enjoyed it, can I?” She
could still feel the dampness between her legs.
“But it was wrong of you to trick me like that.”
“I know – but
you did enjoy it,” Amar said with a grin.
“So, this
final session...”
“I think we
should use your bedroom, if you are agreeable – I checked the light, and with
the curtains drawn I need no further lighting.
I can use an ordinary flash. You
are ready?”
Priya nodded – she had changed right after
she had visited the bathroom when released.
“SO some
shots for the main album, and then...”
“I have a
proposal – a role play if you like. Amar will pretend to be a kidnapper
who sneaks into your room, binds you and silences you, and then...”
“And then?”
“We will see
how it goes – but if at any time you want him to stop, say “Stop” or grunt
three times quickly, all right?”
“And the
photos...”
“Will
stop after a certain point.”
Priya nodded, and said “Well then – it is
three now, and the boys are back at six.
Let us begin.” She stood up and
walked to the bedroom, removing her robe as she did so to reveal her
nightdress.
It was made
of purple silk, and was sleeveless, the front falling in a V shape at her chest
and the hem coming to just above her knees.
A white and grey pattern formed a border under her chest.
“Very nice,” Antony
said as Priya smiled, putting her hands on her hips
and moving them to the side a little. “Hold
that pose...”
He took
several shots of Priya, standing in the room, lying
on the bed as she raised herself up on her elbow, and then lying on her back,
her hands running through her hair. Eventually,
he said “Good – now for the role play.
Pretend to be asleep, and we will see what happens after that.”
Priya nodded and lay
on the covers, resting her head on the pillow as she pretended to be
asleep. She could hear Antony taking
photographs, and not a lot else save footsteps.
So when she
felt the hand on her mouth, the scent of leather in her nostrils, she screamed
“Whssthr” into it as she was rolled over.
Amar was kneeling over her, a black ski
mask over his head so that only his eyes and mouth were showing. “If you scream, I cut you,” he said quietly,
“Understand?”
Priya nodded as he showed her a pair of her
panties, wadded up in his free hand.
“When I remove my hand, open your mouth and take these in,” he said,
waiting until Priya nodded before he stuffed them
into place.
“Close your
lips,” he said, and as she did so he placed a kiss on them, then smoother three
strips of silver tape over them, covering her mouth and jaw. He then rolled her over, and put her hands
together behind her back, palm to palm, before she heard the tape being ripped
from the roil, and the pull on her skin as her wrist and hands were taped
together.
She then
gasped into her gag as her arms were pulled together, making her elbows touch
as Amar secured them.
“Whtrudng,” she moaned before he made her sit
up, and started to stroke his hands down her neck and shoulders.
“So
beautiful,” he whispered as she felt his lips on her neck again, and then his
hands as he pulled the shoulders of her dress down, his lips on her flesh. She groaned again, despite herself, before
she heard the tape being ripped free again, and the
tension on her arms as he wound it tightly around her body below her chest.
She then felt
him pulling her sleeves down, exposing her bare chest to the cool air before he
taped her arms and shoulders, framing her breasts in two bands of silver. “Whrudngg,” she
moaned as he laid her on her back, and then started to massage her breasts as
he knelt between her legs. She nodded
and closed her eyes, feeling the warmth flow through her as her nipples started
to harden to his touch.
Even more so
when she felt hi slips caressing and kissing her chest,
and his tongue stroke over her nipples. Only
Jay had done that before – not even the men who held her hostage, and forced
her to do so many things, had done that.
Yes Amar had kissed her there that night, but his
lips had been covered in tape. They
weren’t this time – and the difference was astonishing.
“Hmmgddd,” she moaned as she wriggled under him, but he
continued the slow teasing and kissing of her chest as he stroked his hands
down her side. She closed her eyes,
enjoying the attention as he moved his hands down her legs, and kissed each of
the toes on her left foot, before he bent the leg and positioned her heel
against the back of her thigh.
She heard the
tape, but was so lost in the feeling it took her a few minutes to realise he
had taped her ankle to the thigh, and her leg above and below the knee. As he repeated the binding on her right leg,
she tried to ,move, but all she could do was wave her
bent leg to and fro.
She also
realised the skirt of her nightdress had ridden right up, so she looked at Amar and said “Whtrugdng” through
her gag.
“Do not
worry, I’m not going to force myself onto you,” Amar
said quietly as he looked at her, “but I am going to make you feel very, very
special.”
Opening her eyes,
she saw Antony had gone, as Amar moved her legs
apart, shifted the skirt of her nightgown up, and then put his head between her
legs. She felt his lips, his tongue, and
the electric shock that ran through her entire body as he kissed her on the
most private of places, and then started to kiss and lick her more and more.
She panted
and started to move to and fro as her animal instincts took over, seeking
fulfilment as Amar sought to oblige.....
“Priya?”
Priya came out of the bedroom to greet Jay
and Nirav, a smile on her face.
“Have you had
a good day,” Jay said as he embraced his wife.
“OH yes, I
have had a very good day,” she said, and Jay thought she saw a glow in her
cheeks. “The photographer – was he
good.”
“Yes – he
will call next week with the samples,” she said as she put her arms round Jay’s
neck, and then kissed him.
“What was
that for?”
“No reason –
I wanted to,” she said with a smile, and the warm memories filled her. Perhaps she could persuade Jay to bind her at
some point.
Perhaps...
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