I was just playing on my swing in my back yard, when this kind old stranger suddenly appears walking down they alleyway behind my home. Without asking he stopped and began taking pictures of me. After a few dozen pictures he invites me over to his home a few blocks away and says he'd love for me to try a special lemonade he makes just for shy girls like me. He then says after I've had a glass of the special drink, he'd love to show me his secret photo studio in his basement.
Hmm. You awaken. The 'special Lemonade' did its job. You can't see. B l i n d f o l d e d , obviously. And there's a tight restriction at your mouth - you're g a g g e d . But suppress the p a n i c rising inside you when you realise that you are spread eagled, wrists and ankles and tied to something...you then feel the hard slats of unforgiving wood across your back, buttocks and calves. Maybe it's a bed you're s t r a p p e d to? with the mattress removed? Your mind is racing. You are utterly helpless. There's a sound and you cannot quite make out what it is, a slight swishing. Then there's a tickling across your belly from something that feels like many thongs or strings, all together. Your heart quickens as you realise what it is and you let out a s t r a n g l e d moan. There's absolutely nothing you can do as the first l a s h lands stingingly across your pubic mound... Then there's an electrical buzzing sound and something unyielding pushes against your prone, dry labia, withdraws, pushes again, and again, a touch deeper each time. Then comes the second lash, this time on your inner thigh. Then an old-school 'click'. It's the shutter on an SLR camera...