Lisa Unbound
A bondage photoshoot that was not all work.
I watched the photographer work, his subject’s wrists and ankles cuffed and chained to the wooden baulks of a Saint Andrew’s Cross. Naked, except for black holdup stockings, her pussy was waxed clean, and her golden hair framed a face scrunched in displeasure. My love, Lisa, was at work, modelling for a BDSM shoot. “Try to smile, please, Lisa.” A sort of forced rictus spread out from her lips. I knew she didn’t like bonda...