My first model (M/F)
Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2023 3:43 pm
Couple weeks ago something wild went down and I gotta write it out — saw some of y’all’s stories and figured I’d post mine. Forgive my grammar; I’m gonna make it readable.
A little background before I get to the part y’all wanna hear: I’m twenty, just out of high school, grew up in Baltimore. Since I left school I’ve been hustling — nothing fancy, just tryna make money without getting shot. Not rich, but I got a bit saved up.
One of my old friends, Kylie — people call her KJ — got fired and was asking how to make a quick buck. I’d always been into tying girls up, but never did much about it because I get nervous and think I’m weird. Then this idea hit me: pay Kylie a little to let me tie her up and take some photos. Felt like a safe way to get what I wanted and she’d get paid.
Kylie’s my age. We’ve known each other since elementary, so we were cool. She’s a tomboy mostly into girls, athletic — ran long distance, tried out as the kicker in football — and she’s got this baby face so she looks younger than twenty. Light brown skin, curly brown hair past her shoulders, brown eyes, a couple tattoos. That night she pulled up looking like Halloween — black and orange Jordans, tight leather pants, an Orioles jersey. I liked the outfit.
We couldn’t do it at my place — too many people around — so I used a run-down spot a friend left when he went to college. Not fancy, but private enough. I texted Kylie to wear something “cute” and got there a little early with rolls of silver duct tape and a red ball gag.
We sat and talked for a while like normal. I kept it casual when I suggested the shoot — photographer vibes, nothing weird. Kylie thought it was goofy but agreed because she knew she’d get paid and she’s down for stuff like that.
After some jokes and teasing about old embarrassments, I told her it was time. I had her stand by the bed; it was carpeted and had a mattress so it made sense. She laughed when I pulled out the tape, like she thought I was kidding. I started by wrapping her ankles, then shins and above the knees — tight enough to hold but not brutal. I wrapped her thighs and then taped her hands behind her back. A few layers around her waist kept her from raising her arms. I did a couple strips above and below her chest to make the look work for photos. She joked about being kidnapped, but she was smiling.
She talked too much — so I brought out the red ball gag. Kylie thought it was kinky and agreed to try it. I tightened it so it didn’t rattle loose; she started moaning into it and I took a few full-body shots, some close-ups, and a shot from behind. Then I sat her on the mattress and took more photos.
I wanted one more thing: a hogtie. No rope, so I improvised with tape — connected her hands to her ankles with a few layers and tightened enough to hold. It probably pinched and made her uncomfortable after a bit; she started making louder noises and drooling into the gag. I cut the gag when it got gross for her and we talked. She said the hogtie hurt a little, so I untied her after a short while and paid her.
We cleaned up, chatted a minute, and left. I figured I’d have to clean the place if I used it again, but I wasn’t sure I would.
A little background before I get to the part y’all wanna hear: I’m twenty, just out of high school, grew up in Baltimore. Since I left school I’ve been hustling — nothing fancy, just tryna make money without getting shot. Not rich, but I got a bit saved up.
One of my old friends, Kylie — people call her KJ — got fired and was asking how to make a quick buck. I’d always been into tying girls up, but never did much about it because I get nervous and think I’m weird. Then this idea hit me: pay Kylie a little to let me tie her up and take some photos. Felt like a safe way to get what I wanted and she’d get paid.
Kylie’s my age. We’ve known each other since elementary, so we were cool. She’s a tomboy mostly into girls, athletic — ran long distance, tried out as the kicker in football — and she’s got this baby face so she looks younger than twenty. Light brown skin, curly brown hair past her shoulders, brown eyes, a couple tattoos. That night she pulled up looking like Halloween — black and orange Jordans, tight leather pants, an Orioles jersey. I liked the outfit.
We couldn’t do it at my place — too many people around — so I used a run-down spot a friend left when he went to college. Not fancy, but private enough. I texted Kylie to wear something “cute” and got there a little early with rolls of silver duct tape and a red ball gag.
We sat and talked for a while like normal. I kept it casual when I suggested the shoot — photographer vibes, nothing weird. Kylie thought it was goofy but agreed because she knew she’d get paid and she’s down for stuff like that.
After some jokes and teasing about old embarrassments, I told her it was time. I had her stand by the bed; it was carpeted and had a mattress so it made sense. She laughed when I pulled out the tape, like she thought I was kidding. I started by wrapping her ankles, then shins and above the knees — tight enough to hold but not brutal. I wrapped her thighs and then taped her hands behind her back. A few layers around her waist kept her from raising her arms. I did a couple strips above and below her chest to make the look work for photos. She joked about being kidnapped, but she was smiling.
She talked too much — so I brought out the red ball gag. Kylie thought it was kinky and agreed to try it. I tightened it so it didn’t rattle loose; she started moaning into it and I took a few full-body shots, some close-ups, and a shot from behind. Then I sat her on the mattress and took more photos.
I wanted one more thing: a hogtie. No rope, so I improvised with tape — connected her hands to her ankles with a few layers and tightened enough to hold. It probably pinched and made her uncomfortable after a bit; she started making louder noises and drooling into the gag. I cut the gag when it got gross for her and we talked. She said the hogtie hurt a little, so I untied her after a short while and paid her.
We cleaned up, chatted a minute, and left. I figured I’d have to clean the place if I used it again, but I wasn’t sure I would.