Gina Rae Michaels answers a call for models from a fetish photographer. He has rented a room at a local hotel and she shows up ready to shoot wearing a shiny red blouse, black skirt and stockings with a pair of black pumps.
"I really appreciate you coming by on such short notice," the man tells her. "The last two girls cancelled on me. Grandma got sick, the cat died or the boyfriend didn't want to bring her in."
"Dude, some of this stuff happens," she says. "You shouldn't be so sarcastic. You have such a bad attitude."
They talk back and forth a little bit and he describes th...

Gina Rae Michaels answers a call for models from a fetish photographer. He has rented a room at a local hotel and she shows up ready to shoot wearing a shiny red blouse, black skirt and stockings with a pair of black pumps.
"I really appreciate you coming by on such short notice," the man tells her. "The last two girls cancelled on me. Grandma got sick, the cat died or the boyfriend didn't want to bring her in."
"Dude, some of this stuff happens," she says. "You shouldn't be so sarcastic. You have such a bad attitude."
They talk back and forth a little bit and he describes the situation to her. "We're going to tie your arms behind your back, your ankles together and maybe put a ballgag in your mouth." "You aren't going to tie it tight are you?" She seems a little concerned. "No, no, just tight enough for the pictures."
"You mean like Nancy Drew?" she asks. "I would go a little harder core than Nancy Drew. Maybe not quite Rob Zombie. More like..." he has to think for a second. "Perry Mason." She is excited by this idea and goes into the bondage whole heartedly.
He binds her wrists behind her first and then her elbows. The cotton clothesline fits her very well and does an excellent job of holding her helpless. He ties her ankles together and then binds her knees together, using the spare rope to anchor it around her waist. She complains that it's really tight but he assures her it simply needs to look authentic.
A big red ballgag is next and once she is secure and silenced he confesses that the last three girls bitched all the way to Mexico. "Got any money in your purse," he asks. She seems confused. That's when he tells her that he isn't a photographer and that he has changed careers from breaking into hotel rooms and stealing money to just lying to women to get them helpless and take money from their purse.