Who’s the Boss?
Perhaps you don’t know it, but a model is not just a model. As in any other occupation, there are several areas of expertise. There are runway models and photoshoot models. There are also lingerie models and sportswear models. For any possible kind of product, there’s a specific kind of model. Each kind of model has its own specific needs and requirements. But, in all of them, you must know for certain who’s the boss. And last month, I had a hard time finding out.
To provide some context, let me tell you that I was in London doing a photoshoot for a new fragrance. Someone told me about another job: they needed a model who was able to do a bondage scene, and they needed her urgently. I like ropes, and I’ve done scenes before. So, I thought this was the perfect opportunity for me.
Things went great! The rigger was skilled, and the pay was good. The only problem was that the photographer was obsessed with getting the perfect picture, and we were dragging behind schedule. I had a flight to take, and I wasn’t going to ruin my plans because some jerk wasn’t happy with the angle. So, I began asking him to keep moving. He didn’t listen to me. So, before we knew it, we were arguing in a loud voice. The last thing I remember is throwing my bra at him (it was a lingerie photoshoot) and telling him to jerk off with it, so that he may relax a little.
I’m not just a model. I’m studying law, and I hope to finish college soon. I had been back from London for a week, when a teacher told me about an opportunity to work at a big firm.
Imagine my surprise when the boss turned out to be none other than the photographer with whom I’d had an argument in London. It turns out he’s an amateur photographer, and he loves bondage. You never really know who’s the boss.
We behaved as professionally as we could, pretending we had never met. At the end of the day, he called me into his office and told me that he would never say a word about the London incident, and that he expected me to do the same. Of course, I agreed.
Then, he threw my bra back at me and wished me a good night.
This is my Shibari story.
