Dark Sunday – Kitten
It’s 1978. She answered an ad in the Voice. Riding the subway to his apartment on the Lower east side, she can remember every word. “Photographer seeks open minded female for tasteful nudes. Appreciation of Japanese culture a plus. Good Pay.” She’d met some real creeps already, how bad could this guy be. He seemed nice on the phone, and had asked her some questions about rope bondage. “Like cowboys and Indians?” She asked. “Sorta.” he replied. She had no idea.
Actually Kitten and I have been friends for years. But every time I tie her, it’s like the first time.
All photos by Nell ©2012 Tied out West
