This here is a demo pic for the straightjacket deal I'm going to do soon.

Photo-Shoot Story by  phantomdotexe

"Do a crazy pose!"

Zaki reared up. His wings spread, canvassing the room and blocking out the lights behind him. Gentle wisps of dust drifted through the air, industrial lamps lighting them. Zaki was fierce.

The photographer was silently judging him. She bit her lip. He craned his head. She made motions with herhands, suggesting subtle changes.

"How can we make it work?"

"Let's try a costume."

****

Zaki wore a prisoner jumpsuit. Its orange nylon hugged his form, leaving just his head and wings exposed and free. He reared again.

"This photo shoot isn't going anywhere. Give me... *maniacal*."

He complied, face tangling into a demonic expression. Malignant glee shone from his pupils and he reared. He gave a cornucopia of poses.

"I detect disappointment. We'll try something else." Zaki wanted to help.

"Let's try an environment shot."

"Anything," Zaki sighed.
*****

Zaki's arms and legs felt pressure. The photographer grinned as she worked the boots up his legs; skintight rubber heating him to the boiling point as the material past his calves, knees, and thighs, driving a pain into his feet as the en-pointe boots compressed him. Strict rubber encased his manhood.

The artist's straitjacket grew tighter and tighter. Her leg was a fulcrum, pushing deep into his back, dominating him as she leaned into him to tighten the straps ever more.

No use of wings or tail; no rescue. Just rubber and this infernal photographer's prison.


"Now give me... 'enslaved'."

Zaki didn't need to strike a pose.

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