Glamour bondage by Uncle M

To be clear, this is a fiction piece - but, this is how I’d imagine the day going…

I arrived at the studio a bit early; part of it was my hope that I could make a good impression, and part of it was the sheer nervousness.  You see, I had been emailing back and forth with Uncle M and Brandi for almost a year, and I finally decided that I should meet them, face to face.  Uncle M had suggested that I should also experience what the models experienced - first, so I could have an even great appreciation of their work, and second, so that my own fiction would be improved.  We agreed that I would be tied, and further more, that I would have to struggle to reach my Blackberry.  We agreed that the shoot would not be for public consumption, but solely for our own amusement.

I came to the studio dressed quite casually - I was wearing a white polo shirt, a pair of khaki shorts, and brown flip flops.  As usual, I was carrying my pink Vera Bradley purse, with my Blackberry in the side pocket.  I was immediately greeted by Brandi and Uncle M.  They were both just as kind as they had been over email.  After exchanging pleasantries, we decided to start things up.

I started sitting up, so Uncle M could properly tie me, and he moved me around as needed to tie me tightly.  He slipped off my flip flops, so I could be a bit more comfortable.  When he was finished, I was on the floor, in quite the secure hogtie - the ropes bound me quite tightly, going around my abdomen, my wrists, my ankles, everything.  Two things quickly struck me about this - one, Uncle M was extremely careful in how he did his ties, not only to be gentle, but also to make sure that I was securely bound.  Second, I was tied VERY tightly - it wasn’t uncomfortable, by any means, but there was no way I would escape.

Then, when I was on the floor, tied tightly, Brandi announced the surprise.  They had been quite inspired by a recent story, where I depicted Brandi and Helen struggling to reach their Blackberries to call Uncle M.  As such, they thought I should get to try it out for myself.  They would place my Blackberry on the edge of a small table, a few feet away.  They would input Brandi’s Blackberry number into the phone, but they wouldn’t hit the “Send” button.  I would have to struggle over, reach the Blackberry, and hit “Send,” and they would come cut me loose.  With a bit of hesitation, mixed with excitement, I said “Well, ok.”  And with that, they left the room, leaving me to my struggles.

First, I analyzed the situation.  I was tied very tightly, and there was no way I could stand up, or even get on all fours.  The best thing I could do would be to wiggle my way towards the Blackberry, try to get it with my hands, and, as best as possible, try to hit the “Send” button.  So, I started, struggling and wiggling my way towards it.  I could see it a few feet in front of me, sitting there, shining in the sunlight.  Inch by inch, I struggled my way forward, wiggling little by little. The sweat was pouring down my brow, and I was getting exhausted quickly.  How did the models do this for all of those long shoots?  I quickly was gaining more and more respect for how hard they all worked to create this wonderful art.

My progress was slowing a bit, but luckily, I was only a foot or so away from the Blackberry.  I decided at that point to roll onto my side; this of course came with some risk.  If I did this, it would be difficult to get myself back up to wiggle closer.  But, in my best judgment, I thought that if I fell the right way, the Blackberry would be right under my fingertips.  I started to roll, and…

Realized I misjudged it!  As my fingers fluttered behind me, I couldn’t feel the Blackberry, at all.  I realized that it was probably JUST barely beyond my struggling fingertips.  I felt a bit of embarrasment, but also some excitement.  This Blackberry, always within my fingertips, now barely evaded my grasp.  I tried straining backwards…my shoulders and back were beginning to get sore from the strain.  I tried to will the Blackberry into my grasp…I just needed to feel the cool plastic, and hopefully, I could find the “Send” button.  It seemed like forever, I was straining back with all my might.  Then, just as I felt my middle finger graze the side of it…

I felt it being kicked from my fingertips.  Just then, Brandi came into view, and Uncle M was close behind.  I had been so preoccupied with my own struggles, I never even saw them come in.  They both had big smiles on their faces, and admitted they had watched my struggles with great interest.  After untying me, we all talked about the experience.  I had gained an even better appreciation for their art, and hopefully, I would become an even better writer.

- Reacherfan