Author's Note: A bondage model stops acting and starts living the life of a bound prisoner

Part 1

I wake up, very groggy, not remembering the night before. The last thing I remembered, I was at a bondage photo shoot. It was going to be my last shoot since I made enough money to finish paying for college. I was put in a strait jacket while wearing sexy black latex stockings. My ankles were tied together so I was pretty helpless. I playfully struggled as an actress dressed s a nurse pinned me down. She used a Hitachi wand on me. Yet another sat on my legs and tickled my helpless latex encased feet. It was a scene about a mental patient needing an unconventional therapy. I didn't really buy the premise, but it certainly was fun to act out. I was enjoying myself quite a bit. I love being bound and helpless since I trust the producer a lot. I feel safe when bound and forget all my worries. I love the strait jacket so much I sometimes ask to be left in it after the scene ends for an hour or 2. I was moaning pretty loudly struggling and kicking against the tickling. I love being tickled on my sexy size 6 feet, but still love to struggle and try to resist it. All in a sudden I saw the nurse grab a ball gag. The producer knows my limits and a ball gag is one of them. I always remain able to speak so I can use my safeword. I tried to push them off me and stop the scene but I was pretty helpless. I screamed my safe word which was always respected in the past. They shoved in the gag and lock it behind my head. As I screamed thought he gag, I was no longer enjoying the session and was horrified of what they would do next. The session went from play and me feeling safe to horror. Somehow the horror made the scene so much more intense. On what hand I hated them violating my limit, but on the other hand it was what I always fantasized about. I felt a rag go over my face. That's the last thing I remembered.

As I wake up, I try to open my eyes. I feel very tired and groggy but realize something's not right. I feel a tight collar on my neck. I'm also wearing a chastity belt and chastity bra. I try to scream but am still wearing the ball gag. I look around the room and it only has the bed I'm laying on, a small door and small bathroom. The collar supper tight and feels like it's almost choking me. I try to pull on it and I hear a click. I accidentally made it one notch tighter. I try to pull it some more and get a shock on the back of my neck. I cry out through the gag in pain. I slowly stand up and examine what I'm wearing. I see I am completely naked aside from the collar, the chastity belt, and the chastity bra and gag. Trembling and afraid, I see the chastity bra and belt will not budge. They were custom sized for me and were a perfect fit. The chastity belt had a shield in the front shield, and a heavy rod going up my butt crack. It fit very tight splitting my ass. Right at my asshole it made a small circle so I could use the restroom in it. I start to examine my bra. It is very tight making my D breast look like C's, squishing them pretty tight. At the tip of the bra there is a bump out for my nipples. It appears to open with a small hinge exposing my nipples. I try to pull it open but instead feel a sharp pain as the bra shocks my nipples. The shock hurts so much I fall back on the bed. I'm overwhelmed and just lay on the bed for a moment, trying to catch my breath with the supper tight collar. I'm trying to understand what's happening. After a moment my attention is drawn to my clit. Inside the chastity belt is some sort of clit vibrator that just started vibrating. I'm not at all in the mood, but it's very hard to ignore. I start breathing heavy. It feels good but it's just not intense enough. I try to assist, but I can't get my hand under the belt. My fear of my predicament is quickly forgotten by do to my distraction.

Suddenly I hear a voice from the speakers in the wall.

"Did you really think you could get out of the bondage modeling game? Your one of the sexiest girls we've seen with you long blond hair, perfect figure, D breast. It's only been a year since you started on your 18th birthday. We did not spend all the time training you to play a good sub and become a good actress for you to leave us now. Since you tried to quit, you're no longer going to play the part, you're going to live it. You are now a real prisoner for our enjoyment. If you get any ideas, your collar will shock you. To build up your control, you are not allowed to orgasm unless given permission. If you do, you will be severely punished. Now take a shower and get dressed in the latex cat suit in your bathroom. Keep in mind; this is all being recorded for an internet tv show, so smile"

A moment later the vibrator kicks up a notch and becomes much more intense. I start to moan wondering what kind of punishment I'll get if I can't control myself. I start gasping for air since the collar is so tight. I am so scared about being a "prisoner" but the thought of it turns me on. I try to get myself back in control but can't stop thinking about being bound forever.

Suddenly the voice interrupts and says "Go take a shower!!!... If you continue to disobey you will be punished" With that my nipples are shocked much harder than before. After the shock I try to stagger to the shower, but it's so hard to do anything with the vibrations.