Here’s another of my photostories. I put this together from two separate photoshoots: one where I played Mira with the camera mounted on a tripod and set to timer, and the other as the masked man before combining them in Photoshop! This time around was back when I didn’t have an SLR yet, so burst shooting wasn’t available; I had to rely on single-shot timer mode. That meant less focus on the self bondage (which is why it looks pretty basic). I really should make another one now that I can shoot endless frames, though they are still quite labor-intensive. The story (and a fantasy of mine) revolves around me enacting a spy scenario where I get caught and interrogated. Enjoy!

My mission wrapped up within 20 minutes. I slipped out through the rear staff entrance and headed to the rendezvous point, where my contact would escort me back to the safety of British waters. As I walked down the street, I noticed a car following me. I turned into a side street as planned, intending to eventually double back on myself, but since I wasn’t familiar with the area, I ended up going down a dead end. Sure enough, the car pulled in and slowly followed me down. I decided to turn around and head back the way I came. As I walked back, the car skidded to a halt; a masked man jumped out and started coming toward me. Without stopping to think, I turned and ran back down the lane. Buildings lined both sides of the street with doors that appeared locked or boarded up. I spotted one slightly ajar near the bottom so made my way towards it – running as fast as I could in my 5” heels. Looking behind, I saw the masked man still closing in on me; it must have been our underground operative…… The building I ran into was clearly abandoned: windows smashed and most doors boarded up. I rushed to the back of the building and headed up some stairs – figuring I might be able to escape via the rooftops. The masked man was still chasing after me, shouting at me. I didn’t bother listening to what he was saying but it sounded East European – quite possibly Russian. I had reached the top floor while the masked man remained a couple of floors behind. The roof door was welded shut from the inside so I had no choice but to hide in the attic space. Unfortunately for me, there was only one way in and out. I ran towards the back of the roof void hoping there would be somewhere to conceal myself but found no such luck. As I turned looking for another suitable hiding place, I faced the masked man who now had a gun pointed at me. I was cornered. He approached cautiously barking orders in Russian. I didn’t understand his words but raised my hands to show I was unarmed which prompted him to close in and point his gun right at my face. Image Because of the nature of my assignment, I had to remain unarmed so my backup plan went out the window from the start. I was well and truly cornered with no clear way out. The masked man began beckoning at me with his other hand – he wanted something. It wasn’t until he pointed at my handbag that it clicked; I handed it over without resistance. Image He quickly rummaged through the bag but was unaware that I had already hidden the disk elsewhere in the building – I knew it would be too valuable to him and figured I could use it as leverage against a potential confrontation. Finding nothing, he angrily threw my bag to the ground and turned me around pushing me hard against the wall. Image He snarled more Russian at me; his tone had lowered now and I knew he meant business. Discontented that I couldn’t answer his demands, he wasted no time ripping off my jacket Image After a quick search found no weapons, he produced a ball gag. Image The gag was quickly fastened in place before he turned me around again to face him. Image More threats were shouted at me before he produced a pair of handcuffs. Image He wasted little time locking the cuffs to my wrists before pulling them high above my head and fastening them to a hook secured to the wall. Image Satisfied that I was no longer a threat, he took a step back to admire his handiwork. Image More demands were made in Russian only for them to go unanswered. Understandably this angered him further; so much so that my skirt was now pulled from me. Image I stood before him left in just stockings and suspenders. Image As soon as the skirt came off, he unhooked me and turned me around so I faced the wall again. The cuffs were pulled up high and reattached to the hook before he drew his whip. Image He stepped back still talking in Russian. He laughed for a bit then paused giving me time to reflect on my situation; I was a captured spy behind enemy lines and knew there would be no rescue mission. I closed my eyes and bit into the gag, preparing for the inevitable… Image After a few more moments of circling me in silence, he unleashed a couple of hard lashes to the back of my thighs. This was without doubt; the beginning of a long and brutal interrogation….. Image