Laundro-mat part 1 I was sitting in the Laundro-mat waiting for the cloths to dry when I heard a few of the local women clucking over some add posted on the bulletin board. Like most public Bulletin boards it gets hammered with adds. Some adds from local college kids that want part time work, or a tax person just starting, or someone selling their car, or a sewing machine. We have all seen them. I got curious and walked over to the board to see what the interest was. They were discussing the state of the world's morality because someone had posted a notice Looking for models. The add read "Are you an attractive woman? Are you interested in making $150.00 in an hour? No previous experience necessary If so contact ERM Images at 555-1234" It wasn't hard to figure out what they had in mind for that kind of money. Especially with no experience required. I just chuckled and went back to what I was doing. I sat there and day dreamed for a minute as the other ladies pulled it down and threw it away. I could be considered attractive. I was still under 30 and I had kept my figure even after the baby. I was just a shade over 5 foot tall. And weighed in at around 100 lbs give or take a pound or two depending on the time of the month. I had a smooth fair complexion and soft strawberry blonde hair, cut to the shoulder, a 34B cup chest, and a tiny waist. My butt was nice as well or at least my husband thought so. After the baby, we had decided that I should stay home and the Hubby would support us. We were doing OK but a few hundred dollars certainly wouldn't hurt. I blushed as I realized I was sitting there considering the notice. I decided I was being silly and went back to chasing the baby around the Laundro-mat. Later that day as my young one was taking a nap I decided to call the place just on a lark to see what they had to say. Luckily I remembered the number and as I dialed them up I felt a little guilty pleasure course through my body. Kind of like the first time you snuck a beer out of the refrigerator when you were a teenager or the first time you cut school. I listened to it ring and I got a recording. The recording gave a time and place to show up if you were interested and promised there was no obligation. They also said that nudity was not required. I filed it away in my mind and went about the daily chores. The next day I ran my morning errands and dropped the baby off at his nursery school. He had a mid morning class for 4 hours on Tuesday and Thursday. I had very little shopping to do so I found myself at home enjoying a second cup of coffee. The interview time was this morning at a local Hotel. I was sure I couldn't do it but I decided to go over just to find out what the scam was. I arrived at the Hotel and called the room as directed. A man answered and asked me to wait about fifteen minutes and come up to room 234. I sat in the lobby and perused the Magazines left for just that purpose. I also took stock of how I was dressed and how I must look. I was not dressed to impress. I had on a white sleeveless tank top that buttoned up the front, a comfortable pair of jeans and tennis shoes. My hair was in a ponytail and I had on the bare minimum of makeup. After what seemed like forever I got up and went to the room. I was getting nervous and deciding this was a really stupid idea when the door opened. I went it to what appeared to be a suite. We were in the sitting room and through an adjoining door I could see a bedroom setup with all kinds of lights and reflectors. The man that met me was an average looking guy around 50 I would guess. He was pleasant and considerate. I was offered a Soda or Coffee, which I politely declined, and exchanged a handshake and names. Bill asked me to take a seat and he explained his company to me. ERM enterprises had a local studio but they preferred to use a Hotel for casting. That made sense to me. It must keep all the rejections from showing back up. They took pictures of Attractive women in Glamour poses and Bikini or Lingerie. They also did Nude work but it wasn't required. I was at least curious so I asked them what they did with the pictures. Bill swiveled a laptop he had around and showed me a Web Page named Girls next door. He clicked on a link and brought up a very pretty young lady dressed in normal street cloths and pointed out the copyright as that of ERM Enterprises. He sat and explained the fee structure to me and told me that I could get paid $20.00 an hour for Street cloths and 50 for Lingerie or Bikini. If I was willing to pose nude it would be $100.00 an hour with a 2 hour minimum guarantee regardless of how long it actually took. The man had just offered me $200.00 to take pictures of me naked. I was little stunned but I knew I couldn't do it. I asked him about the $150.00 mentioned in the ad. He hesitated for a minute and then typed at his laptop and again swung the computer back around for me to see. I was looking at a Website named Bound Housewives. I must have blushed ten shades of red. Bill told me the rate was $50.00 fully dressed 100 if I was willing to do topless and $150.00 for anything goes. The 2 hour minimum applied. I was set back to say the least. I asked more out of shock then anything else if he meant he would pay me $100.00 to tie me up and take my picture with all my cloths on. His answer was to put 5, 20 dollar bills on the table. I sat there stunned. He pushed a model release across the table and asked for my license. The old saying is either fish or cut bait. I hadn't been tied up since I was about eight years old and my brothers and I played Cowboys and Indians. As funny as it sounds I was starting to tingle in some very personal places. I filled out the form and gave Bill my driver's license. He made a copy of it on a little copier and attached it to the model release and filed it in a box. Bill came around the desk and offered me his hand. He told me that if I ever used the safe word QUIT the session would stop and I would be released. I could keep the minimum fee even if I stopped at any time. We went into the studio/bedroom and he asked me to take of my shoes but keep my socks on. He asked if I was comfortable in my ponytail and I said yes. He told me I was very attractive and was going to enjoy being my photographer. He stood me in the middle of the room and picked up and expensive looking digital camera. I could see a computer monitor in the corner and my image appeared on it as soon as he turned on the camera. He snapped a couple of pictures and asked me to smile and then sit and then stand and turn around. I did my best to act like a model. He put down the camera and reached into a bag and came out with some white rope. He walked behind me and put my wrists together. The white rope was soft and when he was done very snug but not uncomfortable. Click click. Bill again took another rope from the bag and shook it out. From behind me he carefully, almost gently drew my elbows together. My breasts jutted out and my shoulders were rolled back. I was mesmerized with the images on the screen of me with my arms secured behind my back. I felt my heart rate increase and was aware of my panties beginning to moisten. Click click went the camera from many angles. I was having an almost out of body experience. In the pictures on the screen I looked so vulnerable. Bill approached again and reached for my top. He unbuttoned the top button and then reached for the hem and undid three in quick succession from the bottom up. I was about to say something when he quit. He folded the tails of my shirt under and my neckline open. I had only one button between the camera and my Bra. I felt myself wishing I had worn a prettier bra today. Then I remembered I was still a married woman and this man half undressing me wasn't my husband. He opened the top button on my Levis and then slipped my zipper down just to the top of my panties. Again his camera Clicked and again I watched the images of me appear on the screen. I looked hot and sexy and still had on all my cloths. Bill went behind me with yet another rope. It draped over my shoulders and under my arms to cross and then around my body first under then over the tops of my breasts. He took the looses ends and tied the strands above and below my breasts together forming what looked like a Bra made of rope, except my Breasts stuck out lewdly from where the cups should be. I could feel my nipples stiffen from the pressure. I was almost panting at this point and my excitement showed in the pictures. Next came a rope around my waist then through my legs back to the rope around my waist. Bill looked into my eyes as he carefully drew the rope tight. It pulled my pants and panties deep into my crotch he had a small smile on his face as he tied the knot. I could feel the bundle forced deep into my tender pussy. I bit my lower lip and I could feel sweat almost pop from my forehead. Bill carefully guided me down to my knees and had me spread my legs far apart. The pressure from the crotch rope was both painful and erotic. With every move I made I could feel it rub me in the must personal way. I watched as pictures of me again appeared on the monitor. Bill grabbed my hair and made me roll my head back. He took several pictures of his hand forcing me to look up at him. Only his hand appeared in the pictures but the concept was clear. He then crossed my ankles and tied them together tight. Click click, then he tied my wrists to my ankles and pulled my back into an arch. He came to in front of me again and held the camera close. I could see how flushed I was on the monitor. Again he reached out with his hand but this time he slowly caressed my lips. Then he gently forced my mouth open and gave me his thumb. It tasted slightly of soap. Three fingers replaced the thumb forcing my head back. I almost gagged but as I did he shot more pictures and removed his fingers. They came out wet with my own saliva and he allowed it to drip back on my face making it appear shiny. The picture of his three fingers forced deep into my mouth was still on the Monitor and you could see a look of fear in my eyes. I was very turned on. I knew deep inside he could do anything to me and I wouldn't stop him. I was scooped up and placed on my tummy on the bed. My hands were still bound to my crossed ankles and my back was so arched my breasts and hips barely touched the firm Hotel mattress. He took a silk scarf from his bag and put the camera on a tripod. I could here it Click every few seconds. He again gently parted my lips. This time he stuffed my mouth full of silk and then used another scarf to hold it in place. Another Black scarf came from the bag. Bill was talking to me now. He told me how helpless I looked and how horny I was getting. He told me how much he enjoyed me. I was getting very frustrated. I only wished that I could push my pubic bone harder on the Crotch rope or the bed. I was tied much to tightly for that. The other scarf covered my eyes. It only caused the feeling of being not in control to be more pronounced to me. I could still here the camera click but I could no longer see the images. I felt Bill get on the bed and realized that even if I waned to I could not now use the safe word. He stroked my ass and back a little. He reached down and cupped me under the chin holding my head up and back. I felt a double strand of rope pass over my head and a noose tighten around my neck. The rope was pulled over my ankles and down to my crotch rope. If I made a concentrated effort to keep my legs down and my head all the way up I could breathe ok. If I relaxed at all or pulled up on my legs I was getting strangled. Bill was still touching me and I felt a hard object get inserted between the crotch rope and the spot right above my clit. The camera was still going off. The object magically came to life and I realized it was a vibrator. I could feel Bill's weight leave the bed and could here him take the camera back off the tripod. I was, at this point very close to a massive orgasm. I flexed my legs harder, which drew the noose tight but also wedged that beautiful vibrator hard on my pubic bone. As I started to go black I relaxed and then did it again. I am sure it looked like I was struggling to get away. The last time I arched I convulsed through the most forceful orgasm I had ever had. I could here myself letting out guttural grunts and could feel my body quake. Just as I began going black again the rope was released. Several minutes later I found myself tenderly rubbing my wrists and talking to Bill as if this was a normal daily occurrence. He gave me a $100.00 bonus and a card with the studio name and phone number on it. I semi wobbled out the door and realized the whole thing had taken just over an hour. I picked up my kid on the way home and spent the rest of the day doing normal things. One of the teachers asked me about the rash I had on my Neck but I told her it was nothing I had just caught it on some laundry at home. I slipped Bill's card into my bedside drawer and wondered if I would call him again. Deep down I knew I would. I then started thinking about what outfit I should wear next time.