Chapter Fifteen
Gina was spread eagled on the bed again. This time she was face down with a stack of cushions under her hips to jack her ass up in the air. I hadn’t done anything to help with tying her up this time. I had busied myself with setting up the cameras and adjusting the lights instead. The shots yesterday had been a bit overexposed. This time I gave the bed a softer, lower light. The scene demanded something more somber.
She had been pulling at her restraints for awhile, in an experimental sort of way. She wasn’t trying to get loose. That was impossible, I think she was just testing the limits of her mobility. She couldn’t do much except squirm. Emmy had seen to that. Gina’s arms and legs were in traction, stretched taut as bow strings. When she realized that she wasn’t going
