Working for the art photographer

"Have to take this; I'll be back in a sec!"

As he was on the phone in the other room, Ginger tested her bonds once more. She found that by taking a step back she could lower her arms about half an inch, just enough to take away the worst of the screaming pain in her shoulders. Due to the strappado she was standing slightly bent over. Her head was up, with her hair tied back to her cinched elbows. But oddly enough it wasn't this rigid pose that bothered her the most. No, it even weren't the nasty nipple clamps, which he had put on her without any form of discussion.

It was the damned crotch rope! As far as bondage went, it didn't even have a function! It was tied to nothing: it was simply just there, annoying as hell!

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