I instruct Katherine to sit in a new bondage chair I had found upstairs in an abandoned office. I have her sit in it backwards, straddling the back with her legs apart (#1).
This particular evening I feel empowered. Perhaps I had just seen my book mock-up. In any case I am curious to see how far my reputation as a fetish photographer will allow me to take this beautiful stranger.
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes."
"I'll go out and get us some food, but I'd like to video tape you while I'm gone. Is that okay?"
"Yes."
"I'd like to use a ball gag and eye binders on you."
"Yes."
I place a rubber ball gag in her mouth and fasten it behind her neck. I place the thick padded eye binders over her eyes and instruct her to put her hands behind her back, as if restrained (#2). I leave her this way.
It is weeks before I view the video tape, but there she is: twenty minutes locked up alone in a strange studio. I find her willingness to give herself over to me erotic. I find her voluntary submission very erotic.
