I went to the photographer today, to take some pictures. I’ve always been told I look good on pictures. Anyway, I put on my best clothes, went over there and knocked on the door. I was let in and the session started normally enough. The photographer took some pictures, and then said;â€I’d like to try something different. Stay there and I’ll be right back!â€
He went over to a big wardrobe, and started rummaging around. He soon seemed to find what he was looking for and came back. He walked behind me and told me to put my hands behind my back. As I’m the believing sort of person, (I’d believe anyone, even if that person said the moon was made of blue and green cheese) I did as I was told. He took my wrists and I could feel something encircling them and pulled tight.â€It’s all right†he said. “I just want some pictures of you, without your hands getting in the way! I hope you don’t mind me tying your hands?†he asked. “It’s standard practice.†As I said, I believe anything and anybody, so I said:â€No I don’t mind at all.â€
He took some more photos. Then, he said:â€No! It’s still not good enough!†When he saw my questioning look, he added enthusiastically:â€I know! Silly me, it’s your elbows! There is nothing wrong with them as such, but they stick out in an awkward way. I’ll have to fix that, right away.†By now, I had spotted the pile of rope, lying beside him on the floor. I watched as he took one of the ropes and went over to me. As before, He went and stood behind me, but now he grabbed my elbows and pulled them together until I winced. He tied them together, came around and stood in front of me. “Now,†he said, “that’s better!â€
After some photos, he sighed and asked:â€Why do you hold your arms straight out? You look as though you’ve got a fin or something sticking out of your back!†He went and took yet another piece of rope and put it around my stomach and tied it off between my hands, pinning them to my back. He fetched a chair and told me to sit down in it.
“I might as well do this properly,†he said, grabbing two more ropes. He bent down and tied my knees and ankles together. Then he went over to his camera and took some more photos. When he was done, he showed them to me. “They’re good, aren’t they?†he asked. I had to admit they were very good. “If you can stand being tied for just a few more minutes, I’d like to finish what I’ve started,†he said. He took a rather large-looking ball, with a piece of string running through it, put it my mouth and knotted the string off behind my neck. Then he took another set of pictures. He left me tied up and with the ball in my mouth and went to develop the pictures, after which he released me and gave them to me.