Leila is a famous photographer that I'm just ever so happy to have a meeting with. You see, she has decided to shoot with me for my very first photoshoot! I arrive wearing a vintage polka dot dress, pantyhose, and heels. Very modest, as a lady should be. As we discuss details of our shoot, she becomes a bit too handsy for my liking. I try to leave but she wraps her legs around me, covers my mouth to muffle my talking, and reveals she is planning on keeping me as her pet. Next thing you know my hands and ankles are bound tight with metal cuffs and I'm stripped down to just my pantyhose! This is awfully humiliating. I am not this kind of girl! She teases me as I whimper and beg for her to release me. I cry out for help loudly but to no avail. She runs her hands up and down my body, groping my breasts. She leaves me alone as I continue to cry out for help. I struggle at trying to break free my chains but it doesn't matter. I may be hers forever now.