This is a story about a creepy photographer. (Patreon)

Well, he also shoots video. He is a jolly rolly polly Texan fellow. Conversing with him is quite casual, topics like his days back in the navy, what crazy things other models before me have done, and his massive gun collection in his garage. But once that camera is recording, I am begging the clock to tick faster, chanting in my head "four hundred dollars, four hundred dollars...."

Everything about his home screams lonely bachelor- the messy kitchen, the expensive car, the high powered computer, and old photos of family members who have long since left the picture. He's made a ton of money as a techie in his past, but is retired now.

If it weren't for the power of the internet, I am sure this guy would have his way with me. Word spreads fast about any foul play these days, but my adrenaline still simmers a tad when I am naked face-down ass-up on the carpet with my legs and wrists tied to a spreader bar.

"Don't worry, I don't post any of these pictures or videos online, they're just for me". Honestly, I would feel better about myself if he was trying to sell them on clips4sale, that can be a legitimate business. Nothing left to the imagination, this guy is going to be jacking off to this content as soon as I leave...

He's into bondage, nothing overly painful, just rather uncomfortable positions. He plays the badguy, and will do whatever I say is in my comfort level, but this time i felt like he wanted to push my buttons a little extra. He asked me 3 times if I would be willing to use sex toys and/or masturbate during the shoot. "Since I don't publish this it doesn't matter, right?" seems to be his theory...

I have worked for many "damsel in distress" bondage video sites in the past, and part of my role is to be tormented by the captor. My comfort zone includes allowing the "bad guy" to tie me on camera, while I pretend to struggle, being gagged, very light/ playful spanking (nothing that will leave a mark), touching boobs/ legs/ butt, but no touching the vag area, no kissing, no sex toys, no hair pulling, or otherwise sexual contact or painful inflictions.

For the legitimate websites and clips stores, the producer has a reputation to uphold otherwise his business will suffer. This is why my comfort zone is set to allow these actions, but with this particular creep, it's feels disgusting to "model" for him. The way he gropes is that of a desperate divorcee, and I am his piece of meat for the hours he books.

The first time I worked with him was very mild, just tied and struggling, without the desperate groping. This time was weird, I don't think I will book with him again just because it seems gratuitous.

He works with many professional travelling models, many of them are my friends. I wonder if he creeps that intensely on them when they're doing a bondage session with him...