The prop master and the wardrobe stylist got me ready for the rack scene.  I was given a dungeon rag to wear over my tiny bikini.  It was adjusted so the bikini would be hidden underneath it.  I think it was supposed to be white but it was made to look worn and tattered.  The PM led me to the rack. PM: Have you used one of these before? Me: Yes, many times but slightly different. PM:  Ok this one only has one roller at the top.  There's a wooden plank that will go under your butt.  That will lift your body off the surface so the camera can see some of you from behind.   Me:  Ok I think I understand.   I laid down on the rack and my wrists and ankles were attached by ropes to the far corners.  The plank was positioned behind me.  Water was sprayed on me from a bottle and the slack on the ropes were taken in.  The assistant director explained.   AD:  Ok everyone quiet on the set.  This shot is going to take a few camera angles.  I want a slow pan of her body from toes to hands.  You just need to look very distressed ok? Me:  Ok.   AD:  Action!   I pretended to struggle in my bonds and my chest heaved slightly as I writhed in mock pain.   AD: Cut!  Reposition! The camera was now filming from the top of my head looking down at my body.   AD: Action!  Reposition! The camera was now suspended above me and filmed my spread eagle body.   AD: Cut!  Alright everyone well done.  So how do you feel? Do you think you can handle being strung up? Me:  Sure.  I need a quick bathroom break ok? AD:  Take five everyone.   I went to the bathroom to gather my thoughts.  I couldn't tell if anyone saw how turned on I was being on that rack in front of everyone.  Now I was about to be suspended.  I hope I can get through this without squirting on everything! I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror.  My stomach was nice and flat and my tits were firm and round.  I smiled and went back on set.   PM: Ok I'm going to suspend you here.  The director would like for your ankles to be tied as well so that you're stretched.  Are you ok with that?   Me:  Yes.  I've done this before.   PM:  Ok if you have any problems just say so.  You're not gagged so just let me know and I'll come get you down but remember it's going to take a few seconds so don't get panicked ok? Me:  Ok no worries.  I offer my wrists to him with a smile.   I'm fitted with the restraints and taken to the suspension area.  The director explains that this scene will also be taken with different angles and that I'll have to stay put while the camera is repositioned.  The entire set is watching as I'm suspended spread eagle in chains.  My body is wetted down like before.  When the director yells action the camera films my stretched body from different angles.  I can see myself in the monitor just off set.  The camera is slowly panning over my stretched thighs and my hip bones and then my stretched ribs.  My face is a mask of pain as I endure the stretching.   AD:  Cut!  There is applause on the set.  I'm surrounded by the other actors and crew on the set as they shower me with compliments.  The prop master is all smiles as he takes me down.  That was awesome! He says. 
Thanks My wife's first words to me were a warning. 'You're going to fry out there!'  I looked up from the sundeck at my condo and saw this pretty girl looking at me from a second floor balcony.  She had long black hair and was wearing a short crop top that showed off her flat stomach.  I waved and I told her I was fine and had lots of suntan oil.  I went back to reading the Washington Post like I did every Sunday morning.   I was new here, this was my first summer at this place.  It was steps away from the subway and had a big pool, a tennis court and gym.  I loved the sundeck, a big wide area for sun worshippers like me.  So every Sunday id head to the sundeck with my towel and the paper.  I would do a few floor exercises and sunbathe while reading the paper. I was flattered that this girl was watching me.   She was now talking to me every time she saw me.  'What are you reading?' she asked.  'Would you like a water?'  She would toss me a water when I said sure.  Over time I began to look forward to seeing her.  Eventually I asked if she played tennis.  She did.  She was pretty good and had a good forehand.  During a match we took a water break as we were at the net.  'Your shoe is untied.' she said.  I looked down and she kneeled down and retied my shoe.   Tennis led to workouts in the gym.  She told me she was a trainer.  She'd give me tips on form and spotted me when I needed it.  I was doing a bent over row exercise and she spotted me and I felt her hand on my waist.  Her hand slowly went to my back and drifted lower onto my butt.  I could feel her fingertips touch the outline of the back of my bikini underneath my gym tights.  So now I knew she wanted more than a friendship.   We talked about bdsm.  She didn't understand it.  I told her about my kinks and why it turned me on.  I'll never forget her reply.  'Why don't you let me train you so you look stretched all the time?'. The truth of it was that we love each other.  She's gay.  She's had a lot of trauma caused by men and wants nothing to do with them.  She understood my needs and we agreed that if this was going to work, she would have to accept my kink and I would never cheat on her.  She's met all my friends and doesn't participate in bdsm.   You might be asking How can this be?  This lifestyle is all about meeting one's needs.  As long as both sides agree to things it'll work out for all.  All I told her to do was to surround herself with beautiful things.   So my wife is my service sub.  She takes care of our home, she cooks for me, she takes care of the pool, the Jacuzzi, grocery shopping.  She loves it.  It was raining one day when I drove home from work and there she was, in her bare feet holding an umbrella for me to walk me to the house. She decorates for the holidays.  I hear her on the phone telling others how happy she is.  She knows that I love it when she walks around in a T-shirt and bikini.  She works out.  She loves sunbathing with me.  We fulfill each other's needs.  So to my lovely wife and sub, I thank you for your commitment to me and the love you've given me.    

  The script was essentially a love story.  The narrator, Heather, describes how she gets revenge after her husband cheats on her.  There's lots of sex and torture going on as any porn movie would have.  My character was simply an innocent girl who was captured and tortured because Heather's character thought I was the one her husband was with.   We'd have these read through sessions which to me were funny because I didn't have any dialogue other than some moaning and screaming.  If you think about it, not everyone has a good scream.  It took some practice.   I met with the makeup girl who handed me a bag of stuff.  What's this? I asked.  It's your costume she said.  I looked inside and there were 20 string bikini bottoms in various colors inside.  I gave her this puzzled look.  She said I know, there's a lot but I had the material and wanted to make them in different colors in case the director wanted it.  I held up a black one and it basically was a couple of triangles and some string.  I tried it on and it looked great.  I was able to pull the strings up high on the sides like I like it.  Can I keep them? I asked.  Of course she said.  I smiled, thanks!  After she styled my hair and did my make up we headed for the set.  There was a lot going on.  Gaffers were busily adjusting cables and lights and the cameraman was setting up.  I could overhear a conversation between the director and the set manager. SM: Ok Heather heads for the dungeon and her and a guard go at it.  Then they talk about torture girl.  Who's torture girl? Jim:  She's that new bondage model from the pool party.   SM:  Oh, ok.  They go to the dungeon where torture girl is tied to the wheel of pain.  They spin her around and interrogate her.  Then they leave her there and go to the bedroom and the guard and the servant girl do it on the bed while she watches.  How do you want to light that? Jim:  I want it as natural as possible.  No floods.  The prop master, the nice man who built all the equipment on set came over to me.  I stood in front of him wearing my bikini bottom.  He looked me up and down.  'Ok you look great.  Are you ready?'.  I nodded yes.  He led me to the wheel.  I was instructed to stand inside the wheel spread eagle with my back to a small square pad.  My wrists and ankles were bound to the rim of the wheel and a wide belt was strapped to my belly.  Tight.  A gag was put on me.   PM: It takes about 5 seconds for you to spin around.  Thank goodness you're tall so it should look fantastic.  When the director says action I'll flip the switch.  You'll keep spinning until he says cut.  Got it? I nodded yes.  I looked directly ahead.  I sucked my tummy in as much as I could.  I heard 'Action!'. I slowly was spun around and around.  I just stared forward trying not to react.  I could see my image in the monitor in the background as the camera slowly panned down from my head to my  toes.  My ribs were showing and my hip bones were sticking out.   Heather stood in front of me and pretended to interrogate me.  I heard  'Cut!'. The machine stopped.   Jim: No no this won't work Heather.  You're asking her questions and she's wearing a gag.  It doesn't make sense.  Let's do it again without the gag.  He walked over to me and asked, Are you ok? Do you think you can do it again? I nodded yes and smiled.   My gag was removed and the scene was reshot.  After it ended the set erupted in applause.  I was untied and helped to a nearby chair.  The actors on set said I looked awesome and sexy.   Jim:  We can stop here if you want or we can do the rack scene.   Me:  I feel good.  I'd love the rack.   Jim: You see Heather?  Those muscle girls were a joke.  What good are all those muscles if you can't take any pain?  Ok everyone, take five and we'll stretch her on the rack.  

The Pitch It was late afternoon when Heather asked me to go with her to Jim's office.  A few dozen people were still enjoying the pool and patio while listening to music.  I followed her into the house and was led to Jim's office.  It was  masculine looking with leather chairs and a sofa and a mahogany desk.  I looked around and there were framed movie posters on the wall.  They were gaudy with titles such as Bound Bitch and Mantool.  I could read Jim's name on them as directed by.  Jim came in, smiled at us and sat down and lit a cigar. Jim, puffing smoke:  I'm so glad you came today.  As you can see we're like a family.  We have a lot of fun.  I don't want you to feel any pressure to do anything so let me explain what this is all about.  I make movies as you can see. I've done pretty well.  Heather has starred in a lot of them.  We both love bondage and want to do a movie with bondage and torture.  Not real torture of course.  My sweet baby (looking at Heather) has written a script which I think is dynamite.  It's the kind of movie that I think people will want to stay until the end to see what happens.  When we saw your scene at the party the other day I said to her that you'd be perfect for it.   Me:  I'm not a porn actress. Jim, grinning:  No no we already got that.  We think you'd be a good bondage model.  We would respect your limits of course and there'll be a female coordinator there the whole time.   Heather:  I'm narrating it.  I'll be your torturer.  You don't have to memorize any lines or anything.  We just want to film your reactions to the torments.  When we watched you being whipped while being suspended that night we just fell in love with your reactions and emotions.   Me, looking at both of them:  Can I see the script? Heather:  Of course!  Better yet, would you like to see the torture chamber? Jim: Go show her the set.  Look, no pressure.  We understand if you don't want to do this.  It'll be fun. Think about and let me know.   Jim got up and shook my hand and smiled.  Heather and I left the room and I was led through the cavernous home to a large door with an unlit 'Quiet On Set' sign.  She opened the door and I looked around.   It was a movie set.  The set was a medieval torture chamber with stone (fake) walls.  I saw a rotating wheel of pain, a rack, a suspension frame and a crucifix.  Everything looked so real.  It blew me away. Heather: So what do you think? Me: I'm in.   Next up Action!  

  The pool party was in Royal OUak,  a very nice suburb of Houston.  I was admiring all the large homes with long driveways and manicured lawns.  When I arrived at the house, I pulled into the driveway and parked behind a Tesla.  I checked my face in the mirror and got out of my car.  I wore a black string bikini under a black cover up with a pair of wedges and some sunglasses.   I could hear voices, music and splashing on the other side of the privacy fence.  I opened the door and I looked around.  From my left was the back of the house that had a covered patio.  The large yard surrounded a big pool with lounge chairs and tables with umbrellas.  To the right was a tiki bar.  I headed there.   Heather called out to me , 'Hey! I'm glad you made it.  Why don't you get a cocktail and chill? Bartender?  Give her whatever she wants.' I smiled and asked for a hurricane.  Coming right up, he said.  I looked around and saw people enjoying the day.  Most were in or near the pool.  There was mostly a mixture of 20 and 30 somethings.  A group of four were sitting at a table enjoying a blunt.  I headed there.   Me, smiling:  Can I try? 'Sure gorgeous' a handsome guy said and handed it to me.  'Hey are you that new girl I heard about?'  Me, smiling:  'Maybe!' Heather, waving to get my attention:  'Come here I want to introduce you to someone.'. She led me towards the house as Jim and another man were emerging from the back.   Jim, looking at the other man:  This is the one I told you about.'  This is Renee, he provides the financing for my movies. ' Renee, smiling at me:  It's nice to meet you.  I heard you have a nice set of abs. May I see them? I opened my cover up and showed off my body.  I flexed my abs and instinctively did a bicep pose.   Renee, still smiling:  You have a very nice body.  Any tattoos?' Me:  'No, I'm all natural.'. I glanced at Heather, smiling.   Jim, to me:  'Enjoy the party.  We'll talk later.' And the two men walk back inside the house.   Heather, to me:  'Let's go swimming.' And we spent the rest of the afternoon just partying and enjoying the pool.  Throughout the day I met other people in the movie business.  There was a black female actress.  A Latino male actor said hello.  I met a lighting guy, a sound guy, some grips, gaffers, a set manager, a camera man and an editor.  I had no idea what some of them did until they explained it to me.  No wonder films are so expensive.  Next, The Pitch