[Du Zhu] [Hua Hua] [Micro Plot] Interview with a model but got a rope model. On the first day of work, she was tied up with a vibrator and trained with a vibrator! Interview afterwards!

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When Duoduo opened the frosted glass door, she thought she had entered the wrong set.
The studio was much more empty than she had imagined. There was no ring fill light that she was familiar with, and there were no hangers full of fashionable clothes. There was only a long dark wooden table with several rolls of hemp rope neatly stacked on it, glowing with a warm honey-colored sheen in the side light of the afternoon.
Are you here to be a graphic model? Sitting behind the desk is a woman wearing a black turtleneck sweater with short hair, thin-rimmed glasses, and slender, clean fingers. She is flipping through a stack of portfolios in a leisurely manner.
Yes, I saw on the recruitment software that you are recruiting artistic mannequins, with a daily salary, and good body proportions... Duoduo subconsciously pushed her resume forward, and a strange feeling passed through her heart. The samples hanging on the wall did not look like ordinary fashion blockbusters - the women in those pictures were entangled with ropes in complex geometric structures, their bodies were suspended in mid-air, and the light and shadow on their faces created a tranquility that was almost like a religious painting.
The woman raised her eyes to look at her, her eyes lingered on her slender neck and wrists for a second, and she suddenly smiled: We didn't write it clearly, it's rope art photography. Japanese bondage, Shibari, have you heard of it?
Duoduo's ears instantly burned.
Of course, the woman has already stood up and taken out a roll of hemp rope from the drawer. The movement is like pulling a soft sword out of the sheath, which is not what you think. Every knot here has a name, and every stress point has been calculated. What we want to shoot is tension, breathing, and - trust.
The hemp rope fell on the table, making a dull sound, like some kind of contract being slapped on the table.
Can you give it a try? There is no sense of oppression in the woman's voice, but there is a determination that is irresistible. It's just a wrist. If you feel any discomfort, you can stop at any time.
Duoduo looked down at her wrists. She specially wore a sleeveless knitted dress today, and the exposed arms had smooth lines. Maybe it was the smell of incense in the studio that was too soothing, or maybe the color of the rolls of hemp rope did look like some kind of ancient handicraft. She heard herself say:...Okay.
The woman came around behind her. Duoduo smelled the faint scent of cedar on her body, and then felt her hands being gently guided to the back of her waist. The moment the hemp rope touched her skin, she took a breath - not cold, but rough. The roughness had the unique graininess of plant fibers, as if countless tiny fingers were holding the pulse at the same time.
Relax. The woman's voice is behind your ear. Breathe.
When the first loop of rope wrapped around her wrist, Duoduo instinctively tensed her shoulders. But the other party's movements were too fast, as if they were weaving rather than binding. Crossing, looping, tightening, and knotting. Her wrist was fixed behind her waist, forming a simple cross buckle. The knot was stuck at the most prominent position of her wrist bone, not loose or tight, but she completely lost the possibility of pulling her hand away.
Does it hurt?
...No. Duoduo found that her voice was a bit mute. She tried to break free, and the rope immediately responded to her struggle with precise feedback - the harder she pressed, the more closely the intersecting nodes fit her bones, like a pair of shackles tailor-made for her.
The woman had already squatted down, and the second roll of hemp rope was unfolded between her fingers. Duoduo watched as the rope was attached to the inside of her knees, and then her ankles were brought together. The rope ends extended upward in a path that she could not understand, passing through the calf and winding around the outside of the thigh to form a symmetrical diamond pattern.
This is a basic variation of turtle binding, the woman explains as she works, fingers occasionally touching her skin with a professional calmness. It is traditionally used for immobilization, but we will adjust the tightness to your muscle lines so that the rope itself becomes part of the contours of your body.
When the last knot of rope was tied around Duoduo's chest, she had been placed on a retro leather chair in the center of the room. The rope passed under her collarbone and tightened around her waist, naturally pulling her back into a slightly backward arc. Every breath she took made the rope net on her chest rise and fall almost imperceptibly, and the restricted, precisely calculated breathing feeling strangely brought about an almost meditative concentration.