My Life as a Fetish Model: "The Early Days" - By Bella

My Life as a Fetish Model: "The Early Days"

 

When I was really young, like maybe 18 or so, I started to get into the BDSM community. Before being properly trained as a domme I did some photo shoots for fetish modeling. During that time, when I was first starting out, I did not know much about the business so I did these modeling shoots for dirt cheap and for unprofessional photographers. So, I did a few scenes for this rather old, fat, and creepy "Master." He was definitely a fixture in the cities BDSM scene so I just took in a lot of information and actually learned a lot. Things like proper knot tying, what rope or cordage to use for what type of restraint, protocol as to possible slaves, etc. After talking a bit we got to the shoot.

 

The first scene was me ball gagged and bound (hogtied) with tubular webbing. I was wearing a very cute black leather corset, garters, and fishnet stockings with 6 inch stiletto black patent leather heels. It was really hot. The second scene was a french maid outfit, ultra sexy and I was covered in fake blood. I was welding a meat cleaver and it was quite a blast.

Now under the "Masters" instructions I get naked and we hang out a bit to let the pantie lines and garter lines settle off my body. No one wants to see lines on a model during the shoot! So I get butt naked and he decides to bind me to a pole on a black stage with multi colored plastic wrap. So, I get on the stage and stand against the pole. I can feel the clod metal on my back, ass, and neck. As he starts to wrap me I can feel myself losing my breath. He continues to wrap me and wrap me. We have now gone through about three packages: red, yellow, and blue. 

 

I now notice myself start to get very very dizzy. I can barely breathe. To the point where I can't tell the Master that I am in trouble. After wrapping me for about a minute he notices I am blue in the face. He failed to keep the knife in the same room as out shoot. I ended up passing out and came to on the ground with a huge cut on my stomach and plastic wrap everywhere. The Master was now profusely apologizing. Which is a bit of a gas since he is a top. I immediately get up and demand my pay, some equipment, and all the photos. I also demand a ride home, and a 6 month monthly payment for my possible death. I love when people get too comfortable and forget to practice their craft properly, or someone could get hurt.........