All right, this was a film, and filming is meant to be work. We deliberately make cathartic films to cope with our traumatic pasts. Fun is often a coincidence or an exception, but fun does occur on many occasions. This story, however, was one of catharsis for captives and captor alike and a bit of thrill for all of us. In this one, we all put on outfits that made us look like housewives from an old program… think 1950s or before the Second World War.
Kylie and I had the cutest ankle skirts. Mine was red with flowers all over it, and Kylie's was red and black plaid on a white background. With those we had curved neck t-shirts that were both a similar shade of red. I had my platinum blonde locks held back in a green scrunchie, and on my feet were these beautiful red high heels. On the other hand, Kylie let her gorgeous dirty blonde locks bounce around her shoulders and had these adorable black pumps. I wanted to sleep with her in some part of my mind, but we had a film to make. Don't forget the thin red knee socks!
"Shall we do this?" I asked Kylie and Ashley, our co-star in this horror thriller.
"As ready as I ever shall be," Ashley humbly responded with her usual soft, confident smile.
"All right. M.A.?" I turned to our friend and employer, "Tie me up well!"
"You asked for it, Hannah Bandana!" Mary-Ann warned me, "White rope it is then!"
"Felice, I'd like you to tie me up this time," Kylie said in a seductive manner.
"Make sure those crotch ropes are tight and arousing," I grinned at both of our chosen riggers.
"Don't worry," Felice was happy to just have fun without acting, "I aim to make this a hit!"
And Ashley? What a doll. The dark brown hair bounced around her shoulders because she had perpetually past the tops of her shoulders but never past the bottoms of her shoulder blades. The length was perfect for her, and she had a blue polka dot dress. The dress came down to the tops of her calves since she is 5'7" after all, and it had white and blue lace trimming at the bottom of the skirt and at the ends of the sleeves. Being Ashley, of course she had a solid blue bandana as a headband. Thin white knee socks and blue pumps made it look like something she could wear today and still turn all the men's heads in admiration of her incomparable natural beauty.
I loved the feeling of white rope squeezing my arms together behind me. Right now, the hottest girl in the world and the best dominatrix ever were hard at work doing what they did best: tying up beautiful young women. With practiced edge and wildcat style, the incomparable Mary-Ann Voisin transformed into Maddy Vee, the owner of the bondage studio Maddy Tied Her, an enterprise that's proven to be a much needed outlet for many of us. As part of transforming into Maddy Vee, M.A. went from a wildcat to a polished rigger. The pink kerchief bandana that held her hair back did little to contain that wild curly brown hair or hide her cheerful spirit while she performed one of her favorite tasks as an entrepreneur.
"Ah, Mary-Ann, you tie her up so tightly," Ashley cheekily chided her with the sweet, adorable French accent that was endearing to all of us, "Be nice to Hannah, or I will punish you too."
"This is being nice to me!" I defend M.A., testing my arms with their wrist and elbow bondage.
"It will not be so nice when I am asphyxiating you," the French girl grinned and wagged a finger.
"Holllddddd still!" Maddy Big Tits taunted me before jerking the crotch rope under my skirt.
"OHH! Ahhhhhhhh!" I almost melted in the ropes, "That feels so good."
"She's horny," Kylie nodded her head several times, "Hornier than me even."
I turned to Kylie and grinned. Those blue-grey eyes wanted me as much as I wanted her at that moment, and she turned on the wooden stool to show me her boxtied arms that accompanied her chest harness and crotch rope because Felice had already finished binding her torso. That earned a sharp reprimand and an innocuous and playful slap on the leg followed by a hearty laugh from the sexy dirty blonde. It didn't help that my arms needed two ropes due to the elbow bondage.
One last character to introduce in this story: Nichole Petersen. Gosh, we do love our sweet, curly haired brunette camera operator. She's the same height as me (5'4") but not an ex-con like Kylie, Mary-Ann, Felice, Ashley, and I. No one enjoys capturing our adventures on film like she does, and she has become one of Mary-Ann's most dependable assistants over the years. Nichole was the original bandana-obsessed Cool Girl, and you will always find a kerchief in particular when she's
Next time I knew, Kylie and I were shuffling on the floor and badly trying to swing dance while Ashley watched us and applauded. Mary-Ann cheered, and Felice jeered. Our camera girls were laughing, and we were getting completely off course. Then M.A. and Felice hand gagged us and brought us over to the counter and sat us up on it for the start of the film.
Lights… camera… action!
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"Untie us, please!" Kylie, now Star Blue, begged our abductor, Ashley, now Genevieve Badeaux.
"You stupid women!" Ashley used more white rope to bind Kylie's legs together, "I'll kill you!"
"You still haven't told us why you're so upset with us!" I looked her with increasing anxiety.
"I know you two are trying to steal my husband," with each rope, she slid my socks down.
"Look, babe, you're hot. I'm more interested in you than your husband," Kylie responded.
"Babe?! How did you know my husband calls me 'Babe'?!" Ashley thundered and tore my socks off my feet and jammed both of them into Kylie's mouth, "Don't you dare spit those out!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" Kylie made a sexy face because she was pretending to hate that texture.
"Why are you doing this to us?!" I asked her with a groan because of my tight bondage, "Look, if I did talk to your husband, it was an honest mistake! Please, let us go! PLEASSSSEEEE!"
I watched fearfully while Ashley finished tying my legs four times: at my ankles, once above and once below the knees, and once below the waist. After that, she used white string to bind my big toes as well. Then she began repeating the binding process on Kylie in the same fashion while I struggled to decide whether or not talking to her would totally endanger us. I started struggling in my ropes to add some drama, but all I did was jerk on the crotch rope and irritate my p-ssy.
"All girls are babes, don't you agree?" I desperately tried to reason with her, "Please, let us go!"
"I cannot believe the nerve!" she said with a thicker, stronger accent, "Seducing my husband!"
"That's nice. We don't want your husband. I have my own buddy with whom I'm—"
"Buddy! That's my husband's name. WENCH!" she took Kylie's socks and jammed them into my mouth, stuffing it full of the coarse, salty fabric, "You're dead women! DEAD! DEAD!"
"MMMMMMM!" I started working the fabric with my tongue in my bid to plead with her.
"That does it for both of you," she finished the last knot of Kylie's four legs bonds and toe tie and swiftly removed her pumps, took off her socks, put her shoes back on her feet, and stuffed a sock in each of our mouths, jamming them full of the material, although they were very thin socks.
A pair of purple bandana cleave gags matched our outfits and held the socks in our mouths while Ashley decided which tape she wanted to use, momentarily leaving Kylie and I alone to struggle in our bondage so that we could get some feature time without her. This was sooooo hot, and I'd be a liar if I said I didn't struggle not to fall backwards into my arousal. Kylie and I stood up and started hopping around the kitchen. The way my elbows were wrenched behind felt so good!
"You dumb wh-res, I will humiliate you!" Ashley approached us to pull up on our shirts. Each of us had her shirt pulled until it was out from under the harness, and then she checked the ropes yet again to be sure they were tight. Yes, it was tits out, my friends, and Kylie and I were a smoking hot pair of damsels-in-distress! You've never been fondled until Ashley's fondled your tits like it was foreplay only to crush your nipples in a pair of binder clips.
"Gmmmmm!" I groaned at her treachery, but it was apparent this film was turning very dark.
"I will silence you both for sleeping with my husband!" she started wrapping my head in several layers of brown packing tape, "You will regret being such cheap, easy, home-wrecking broads!"
"Nmmmmm!" Kylie's eyes grew wide while her face was similarly wrapped seven times.
"Do you know what these are?" she showed us a pair of swimmer's nose clips.
"Nmmmmm!" that's when my fellow captive really went overboard with the terrified panic.
"Enjoy, my dears," and the French beauty clamped both of our noses shut with the clips.
"NNNGGGGGGG!" and Kylie's orgasm cycle was instantly set off by that asphyxiation.
I immediately squatted to help the kneeling Kylie, who had dropped to her knees from the strong explosion. Without a thought, I plucked the nose clip off her nose despite my own suffering, and I could not have done something stupider at that moment. To be clear, this was the first time that I had tried breathplay in over two years. Now, it felt like a thrill as opposed to self-hatred. Some part of it all made dirty socks always taste stronger to me, and that always has mystified me.
Asphyxiation is an incredible sensation. You're trying to breathe through your nose, but nothing can enter or exit your body. Instead, you have these two intense pressure points where air pushes in vain. The socks taste worse and worse, and you naturally panic even though you know you're going to be all right once your friend removes the obstruction. Most of all, you can't stop it due to your arms being bound so well. It's scary and so freaking arousing at the same time
"For this insolence, I will strangle you two," Ashley removed the clips, "but first."
Deep down inside, I was hoping Ashley would play with my tits until I had a breast orgasm, but she had other plans. It was time to turn sexiness and breathlessness into helplessness. Both of us were leaned against a counter so the binder clips painfully twisted our nipples while she spanked us repeatedly and mercilessly and viciously jerked on our crotch ropes. Kylie orgasmed over and over again, being so hilariously designed to react strongly and viscerally to such stimuli. As part of the spanking, she robbed us of our skirts, leaving us in our appropriately red panties.
My attempts to twist my arms were useless. What a way to start a filming day! Brutality was on the menu for today's productions, and M.A. had even given all three of us these socks with these hilarious instructions: "Wear them to bed and after you wake up and while driving here. I want a real reaction to those gags in this scene." Well, M.A., I think we delivered in spades!
Then, with polished ease and using her incredible strength, Ashley hauled us up onto the counter and began fashioning nooses around our necks. After a few minutes, she was ready, and the rope went from our ankles to our neck, back to our ankles, back to our neck, to our crotch ropes, back to our neck, and to our ankles one last time and knotted out of reach.
"Gmmmmmmmm!" I grunted, the flavors of salty sweat and coarse cotton my only comfort.
"Ngggggg!" Kylie thrashed, and every struggle twisted our nipple clamps.
"You pathetic wh-res. Now you will destroy no more marriages," Ashley said and approached us one last time, "A parting gift," and she partially—barely—clipped our noses one more time.
"UKKK!" I finally wailed and lost myself in ecstasy, strong cramps pulsing in my body while my c-m soaked into my panties as a result of the overwhelming stimulation, "GNGGGGGG!"
"You're such a sl-t," Ashley taunted me in a thick French accent, "Getting aroused while dying!"
"Nggggggg!" on cue, Kylie orgasmed for like the 25th time, "UKKKKKKKKK!"
"I will make sure my husband does not attend your funerals," our captor left us to die.
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"CUT!" Nichole shouted as she ended the film, "Quick, go help them!"
"Ah, nothing like a good old-fashioned choke out," Felice returned and approached me.
"Ukkkkkkkk!" I continued fighting the strangle hogtie while she removed the nose clip.
"I love this rope work," my friend continued, "A bendy girl like you could last a long time in this setup, and I bet you're just enjoying yourself to no end, aren't you?"
"Guhk!" the daggers I shot out of my eyes gave Felice indescribable satisfaction.
"Let's get you out of this, dearest," she said and began loosening the hogtie.
"Gmmmmmmm!" Kylie, out of her hogtie, squirmed on the counter and orgasmed once again.
"Wait until that sink hogtie!" M.A. taunted me about that scene planned for later in the day.
"Let's stuff them in this smaller sink!" some curmudgeon in the crowd pointed to a rinsing sink.
Next thing Kylie and I knew, we were crammed together in the sink for rinsing produce while we were photographed by the brilliant eye of Nichole. We made faces and struggled and finally got to enjoy the sensations associated with our ropes and gags. While like this, Kylie and I shared an erotic kiss. That night, I had a threesome with Kylie and my ex-girlfriend unaware that it would be my last time with a woman. Two nights later, I officially entered a relationship with the man I eventually married, and he, knowing of my weakness for women, asked me to stop sleeping with them. It was hard, but I had multiple reasons to do so. As you might imagine, it was awkward in the confessional, explaining to my priest that I'd partaken a lesbian threesome and then slept with my boyfriend two nights later. Yes, the tears flowed plentifully that time.
I'll see you in my next story. Thanks for reading!
The Restaurant: Doomed
Duration of Film: Approximately 23 minutes
Saturday, September 26, 2020
| Featuring | Model Name | As |
|---|---|---|
| Ashley Calland | Genevieve Badeaux | The Wife |
| Hannah Larsson | Karina Nilsson | Captive #1 |
| Kylie Svensson | Star Blue | Captive #2 |
| Mary-Ann Jamison | Maddy Vee | Rigger |
| Felice Pryce | Roxanne Rutledge | Rigger |
| Mary-Ann Jamison | Maddy Vee | Captive #1 |
| Michela Palmeri | Lucille Rossi | Captive #3 |
| Jackie Martin | Missy Mischief | Camera |
| Nichole Petersen | Paulina Oliveira | Camera |