"Aw, ***heck no," was my exact response when I saw the chains.
"You don't really mean that, do you?" frowned the photographer as she took my hand in hers and guided me onto the set. "You were doing so well, what a shame to make all this money and do SUCH professional work, only to blow your big chance at the very end."
She explained that I would have a safeword, "oxymoron," and my saying it would bring about an IMMEDIATE end to our session, no questions asked. That sounded fair.
In a flash, three people were removing my robe, locking my wrists and ankles into the shackles with padlocks, and spraying mist on my skin to simulate sweat and make me glisten. I was now spread-eagled with my back to a concrete wall, wearing only the boxer shorts.
"You look fantastic!" exclaimed the photographer after she snapped a few test shots. "Now lets demo some products!"
In another flash, I was wearing a blindfold and a slave collar. And then, excruciating nipple pain!