Lorelei's Diary

On the Saturday before last, I went down to Puck's for our second shoot. He’d written asking that I bring some tight slacks and my rental uniform again.

First we tried the suspension. I wore gray slacks and a gray shirt with no bra (I figured that hanging upside-down, my breasts wouldn't fit). We wrapped torn towels around my ankles and then he roped them together. There was a huge pulley hanging from the horse-ring in the center of the ceiling beam. Puck climbed a ladder and put the rope through and pulled until I was up on my shoulders. He tied it and suggested we take a few photos of the partial suspension. My hands were tied also. I noticed some pressure on my ankles but I still wanted to try the full suspension. Puck took a few shots and then tried to hoist me the rest of the way. It didn't work; there was no way for him to hold the pressure and tie the knot simultaneously. We gave up on it and he untied me. He said he'd originally planned to use the truck winch but his truck wasn't there for the day. We figured we'd try it next time.

Then I changed into my uniform -- blue/white pinstripe shirt, navy blue blazer, old uniform tie, white skirt, navy blue shoes, and some white gloves I'd recently discovered! I showed him the gloves and asked if I should wear them. He said all right.

He brought out a chair which he’d removed the back from. It had two holes in the seat where the parts used to be. I thought he would tie the rope through the holes but he didn't. He just tied my hands behind my back and put tape on my mouth.

"Let your mind go; fantasize you’re kidnapped or whatever you like" he said.

He took 3 photos and stood me up. I thought that was strange! Then he led me over to his car -- stranger! He opened the back door and sat me in there, then tied my ankles together and shut the door.

He got in and pulled out of the garage. I stayed lying down, worried that his mother would peek out the window and see me. We drove down the road. He looked back at me once and patted my rear good-naturedly. I made a damsel-in-distress squeak and then giggled. He drove along the countryside and I wiggled about on the seat. I watched the clouds fly by and occasionally propped up a little to peek out the windows. I imagined I was kidnapped and struggled around. My skirt rode up to my thighs and my blazer came halfway off.

I was quite disheveled by the time we got back. He carried me from the car back to the set and placed me on the chair. He tied my chest and arms and took more pictures.

I must have been a sight, and I was breathing pretty fast. I think Puck was excited too; he gave me a few complimentary gropes when he tied my chest. Other than that he was typically civil. Though I usually giggle when he grabs me, I didn't that time, I just suppressed a moan.

I'm really fortunate that when I'm tied up I'm not capable of any rash actions. And it's also nice that the bondager is responsible for keeping the social tone aloof. (If he didn't he wouldn't get to do any more shoots!)

When the pictures were done I was again disappointed to be untied. He said he would mail my copies to me -- I'd picked out some pictures from the first shoot that I wanted prints of. I can't wait to get those; some of them looked very good. Puck said we wouldn't be able to do a shoot again for a while. I was kind of sorry. Just the two sessions we've had have been great -- they relax me and at the same time pick me up -- like a cigarette or something!

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