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discovered
through Shibari. I have sex with my bound models on occasion, but
it is always consensual. Then there is the aftercare. There is
nothing sexier than ligature marks, swelling, and bruising when my
bondage is undone. It’s my kink and I make no excuses. What’s your
kink, Zachery?”
    Zach didn’t say anything right away. He
knew the answer but he had never told anyone. It was better if it
stayed hidden. “I’m not sure.”
    “ I will respect your right
not to answer but I expect better than a lie. My world is about
trust. The women, submissive to me, place absolute trust in all I
give them. I haven’t earned your trust but I think you owe me
enough respect not to lie.”
    “ You’re right,” Zach
admitted through gritted teeth. “But I have no plans to tell anyone
about my ‘kink’ as you call it. If you don’t want submission from
me, exactly what is it I can provide?”
    “ Your dominance. It’s that
simple. I desire it for my art.”

Chapter Nine
     
    Zach stayed.
    Surprisingly, the photographer, Melody,
was a lovely middle-aged woman. She kissed Monroe on the lips and
his hands went to her ass for a squeeze as their lips and tongues
danced.
    Pulling away but leaving his hand
possessively on her rear, Monroe looked at Zach.
    “ Zachery, this is my friend
and photographer, Melody. Melody, meet Zach. He will be observing
the photo shoot today.”
    “ Hello, Zach. Nice to meet
you.” Melody’s hand came out. “Have you modeled before?”
    Zach felt his face turn red and Monroe
slapped him on the back.
    “ No, he hasn’t.” Monroe
laughed. “But I’m trying to talk him into working exclusively with
me.”
    “ Well, you’re yummy,” Melody
said with just a touch of flirtation, “and I would love the chance
to photograph you.”
    “ Thank you.” What else could
he say?
    Melody went back to help the women
prepare. Belinda, Sara, and Nessia made up the group. The models
followed Melody out but kept their eyes cast down. Melody had no
problem making eye contact but showed complete subservience to
Monroe.
    If Zach understood the dynamics
correctly, then Melody was submissive to Monroe, and the models
were submissive to Monroe and Melody. To him, the women showed
differential respect and Sara acted like the night before never
happened. Monroe led them to a large room with wide glass
floor-to-ceiling windows along one wall.
    The room was a giant art studio made
expressly for Shibari and its photography. Unusual-looking hooks
protruded from the ceiling and walls; chains, ropes, and metal bars
were attached to some of them. Two distinct systems of beams
crisscrossed the ceiling; one seemed to be for spotlights, the
other for more hooks and rings. A small forest of lights on stands,
umbrellas, and white screens were set up along one side of the room
as if waiting to be chosen for a part.
    Something else caught Zach’s
eye: an electric winch very similar to the one he had used at the
local garage to remove the Mustang’s engine. What the hell, he
wondered, did Monroe use that for?
    A large black leather mat lay
prominently in the center of the room, with comfortable couches
surrounding the area. The women sat, no longer talking, only
waiting.
    “ Nessia, have you done your
warm-up?” Monroe asked.
    When Nessia nodded, Monroe turned to
Zach.
    “ A bondage model is a
special kind of athlete,” he explained. “Stretching before and
after a session is essential.”
    “ Come here, please.”
Monroe’s tone was commanding and the woman didn’t
hesitate.
    “ Yes, sir.”
    She was exotic with long brown, almost
black hair, hanging to her waist. She wore a short silk robe which
swayed as she walked toward Monroe with her eyes down and then went
to her knees in the same position as the women the night
before.
    Monroe reached into his pocket pulling
out a hair tie and walked around Nessia gathering the long strands
and then securing them in a loose braid. He pulled her head back
gently using the