She claims to be extremely submissive. She’s only done a few shoots since college but she says she wants the bondage to be “tight”. She wants to be controlled, unable to move, totally helpless and so on. So I set it up and give her what she asks for, but the reality is harsher than the fantasy. I pull her arms back and tie them together. I stretch them up strappado as high as they will go. I can feel her tendons pulling against me. Her legs get the same treatment. It becomes clear that we have different definitions of “tight”. She learns mine is synonymous with “totally fucked and desperately aching for relief.” She breaks out in a cold sweat and her breathing is a chain of labored gasps. She’s afraid now, that maybe she asked for too much, and she definitely wasn’t counting on the humiliation when I bind her on her side like a captured veal calf and watch her drool through her gag as dildos and vibrators sink into her holes.