Chapter Eight
The next week found me posing for Roelf’s ‘crew’, as he liked to call that group of kinky friends; four nights, straight from six until well after midnight. Sort of a marathon feat of fetish play. I was tied again in a dozen different ways, in breast bondage, full body harnesses, suspension poses, even punishment postures—bent over, ass sticking out or on my back with legs suspended wide—and then in a series of ritual floor positions with grueling, back-bending arches and the lewd exhibitions of what had once been my private body parts. They weren’t private any longer.
The three days seemed to meld into one, with the hours of contorted activity inside the studio bleeding into my life outside. After the long nights, falling in bed at three…four o’clock in the morning, I wok
