Dastardly Defeats (F/F)
Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2025 12:05 pm
Game Night: Dastardly Defeats
Monday, July 03, 2023
Game night is such a wonderful escape from the sorrow that is the life of a police officer, and the girls playing the game all have similar sorrows to escape. Come with me, my beautiful readers, and enter the mind of a woman who moonlights as a dominatrix. Watch me sinisterly rule the night and bring smiles to the faces of my friends along the way. Shall we begin?
Let's see. It was Jackie, Destiny, Alexandra, and I here in the house that I co-rented with Jackie and Destiny. Taylor, Liz, Leah, and the Human Footrest joined us virtually, but this quartet is an ensemble of hecklers, a Greek chorus if you will. That deserves an apology: the Human Footrest was bound and gagged and fulfilling the duties insinuated by that glamorous honorific. Sammy's a good sport, and we will talk about her a little because she's a footrest and can't be seen. In fact, it's what came up first when Destiny opened her mouth.
"So, Twinsies, what did ya do to Samantha, hmmmmm?" Destiny asks with mock innocence.
"More normal questions," Jackie interjects, "Whose socks and whose sneaker?"
"Ha, ha!" Leah laughed, her green eyes twinkling, "My socks, and Liz's pump. Look!"
"Mmmmmmmm!"
And there was Sammy, still in her blue work dress (for being on TV) and her pumps, looking like a scrumptious damsel-in-distress. Red and white striped nylon ropes bound her body, including her wrists and elbows together behind her. Her head was fully covered in red vet wrap except for her nose, hiding the severity of her gag while she breathed through her coworker's heel. Yes, this is the extent of the bondage for the Twin Terrors, but these voices matter for their presence as the people watching these events matter as much as those here in person and you the readers.
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The concept is simple. We play Red Dead Redemption with rules that decide when a girl's eliminated from the competition. Sometimes it's gradual, but some nights it's dramatic with tons of fireworks. Because Taylor and the Twins were playing virtually, they got to delegate who did the binding and gagging of those whom they eliminated, which left me, Destiny, Alexandra, and Jackie vulnerable. Liz and Leah could get tied up, but Taylor wasn't interested in that.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sammy doesn't play video games, but she loves being bound and gagged and humiliated, hence her role as the Human Footrest. Isn't she adorrrrrrrable though? We agree. It fascinates me how wide the spectrum of bondage really is, but it's so much fun exploring it all to see what tickled my fancy. You could say I'm adventurous. Even the video games require being creative because we had a rule tonight: gun kills didn't count towards bondage.
"Did that arrow hurt, Jacqueline?" I obnoxiously taunted my housemate with a brutal execution.
"I have a slight headache but am otherwise fine," she responded with a bright sense of humor
"Too bad!" Xandra came charging into the scene and met the fate of Taylor's lasso.
"HA! Gotcha! Come along, my persistently horny bondage toy!" Taylor hilariously owned her.
"B-tch! Put me down!" the now hogtied girl howled into her headset, "You little b-stard, I will get you back for this," but then she tried honey instead of vinegar, "Pleeeeeeeeeeaassssseeeee?"
"Ya just called her a b-tch and a b-stard" Destiny deadpanned, "No friggin' way, honey."
"You just stole my captive!" poor Taylor, Taylor's horse, and Xandra met a fiery end at my hands.
"Yesssssss, I did, didn't I? Oh, Xandra," my voice lowered to a sinister whisper, "It's time."
"Time? Oh…," she swooned and nearly orgasmed at the thought of me dominating her.
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Which trick shall I pull out of my book? I glanced at my beautiful housemates for inspiration for torquing Dr. Alexandra Watkins, J.D. into a brutal position that would certainly coerce her to lose all control of her dignity before I give her a wand. She was right there in my bedroom, and I had a sudden memory of the time I put her in a strappado with a spreader bar at her ankles. Yes, with a dominant nod and a smirk, I took off my headset and put it down on the table where I sat in the den with Jackie and Destiny and heard Xandra's gasp from my bedroom.
Now, Jackie and Destiny were prison guards; I was a police officer; we were still in uniform after a long day at our respective jobs. What Xandra wore didn't matter because soon she'd have only her bra, certainly a lacy one, and her panties. During game nights where TUGs are the end result for losers, Xandra will come here and sit at the desk in my bedroom. No knock. No permission to enter. No warning. Just a little dominatrix grabbing her much bigger prey for a kidnapping.
With lonnnngggggg blonde hair and conversant blue eyes, Alexandra usually told you she craved being dominated long before her lips told you. As a Bondagette in films, her favorite trope was a revenge kidnapping at the hands of a convict, such that we produced a double series of films that feature her (or a lawyer friend of ours) capturing her (and sometimes tormenting her) as revenge for a past conviction. There was no doubt: Xandra loved being conquered and humiliated.
She shrieked. She fought. She squealed. She sworrrre. All of it invigorated me, encouraged my actions, and brought… a smile to our faces. This wasn't just one girl capturing another. We had the bond of friendship at work, the joy of a mutually shared enjoyment of such a rough-n-tumble game as this. In other words, we were having fun playing in a particular style.
My bed was the perfect place to put Xandra in the particular spread leg torture I conceived for an intense setup that would certainly bring her to climax even without a vibrator. With flailing arms and kicking legs, she resisted my efforts to remove her shirt and shorts to reveal the provocative white lacy bra and matching white panties. Zipties bound her arms together in front of her in six places. Yes, in front. Her legs were spread wide apart and zipped to the edges of the footboard. Her only mercy was sitting on my pink bedding. For a finishing punishment, I zipped her wrists to the footboard as well. Finally, after so much effort, it was time to gag my captive. My socks.
"Open wide," I held my sock, which spent a day on the beat, up to her face.
"F-ck you!" she snarled at me, "You twisted little c-nt, you won't get away with this!"
"You say the sweetest things, Alexandra," I took advantage of her speech to silence her.
"GRRRMMPH!" she snarled and groaned when Pryce Farms Finest Toe Cheese hit her tongue.
"Well, well, well," I said, hearing a distinct moan out of her, "Soon, your panties will be gray…"
"GRRRMMPH!" she merely repeated her trademark snarl while I wrapped her face in black tape.
There are many ways to hood a girl: leather bondage hoods, homemade hoods that a lovely Cool Girl makes for us, pillowcases, bondage hoods, and balaclavas, among others. On this occasion, I chose the homemade hood, a piece that was brilliantly hand knit and which had a snap in order to secure it around the neck area without being a choking risk. I pulled the blue knit fabric over Xandra's head and snapped it into place. Why the hood? So that she can't pry the tape off, dear. Five layers of black duct tape that will stay there for as long as I desire.
Xandra is already shuddering and orgasming from the wand, fighting with that distinct sound of "GRRRMMPH!" that characterizes her usual gagged struggle. She is such a vulnerable girl with her legs splayed apart from my improvised spreader bar. To be honest with you, that fire bomb's incineration of her and Destiny was pure luck… and she and Destiny were very unlucky. When she has made those panties nice and gray, I will replace my socks in her mouth with the panties. It's disgusting and unthinkable for most of us, but she loves that kind of gag. I actually spread a piece of plastic on the bed underneath her in case she soaks through the panties because she has done so in the past. Can you feel the power coursing through my veins?
Tonight, power is mixed with friendship. There are three distinct thrills that I feel. The first is a dominant thrill, that of subjugating and owning Alexandra. The second is that of friendship, our mutual passion for TUGs. Last but not least, there is the thrill of making Xandra happy, that she likes her side of this situation as much as I enjoy mine. Watching her struggle on the bed brings a smile to my face, and the dominant thrill is dominated by the satisfaction brought by affection and friendship. Before leaving the room, I blew Xandra a kiss with a loud, "Mwah! Catch!"
"What have I missed?" I asked, taking a seat at my computer again.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Samantha reminded us of her all-important role as the Human Footrest.
"Oh, gosh," Destiny crossed her arms while respawning, "I wish you could be here right now."
"Why's that?" Liz asked us with a giggle into the microphone she shared with her twin.
"You missed me wreaking total havoc on everyone!" Taylor answered my question.
"So I could get a piece of the Human Footrest and make her eat my socks," Destiny smiled.
"Sammy is a delight!" Jackie added with her bright spirits, "One who likes awfully rancid gags!"
"You mean I missed the usual domination while doing my usual domination," I said to Taylor.
"YEAH!" Taylor's brown eyes lit up, "Honestly, I think Jackie wants to be a Human Footrest."
"Oh?" my dominatrix eyes turned to Jackie, and that distinct smile formed on my face. Jackie slumped in her chair a little, smiled with a glow in her eyes, waved to me with her fingers, and blushed. I stood up, crossed my arms, and approached her. Leaning down, my hand clamped over her mouth before the softest whisper told her, "Not tonight, my friend." That was enough for Jackie to feel the thrill of being dominated, and she promptly ran me over with a horse-cart. Ah, only Jackie would come home from a day of guard duty at the juvenile detention center and add her infamous black fingerless gloves and a black kerchief bandana to her outfit.
"GRRRMMPH!" Xandra's passionate, desperate struggles could be seen through her camera and heard through her microphone, both of which we always kept active to humiliate the captive and so she could be monitored. Of course, we always turned things off on her side so that she could not hear us as a form of further isolation. A lovely, joyful "OHHHHHHHHHH!" interrupted the sounds once every 15 to 90 seconds while she rapidly discolored and soaked her panties.
Taylor, Jackie, Destiny, Liz, Leah, and I resumed playing with the invigorating sounds of Xandra and the Human Footrest punctuating the air. A good 30 to 45 minutes like that would result in an extremely wet gag for Alexandra, but the same amount of time would result in an exhausted, hot, soaking wet Sammy because of the wrapping around her head. Yes, it was a fun time for all.
I have been asked to keep this brief. You have never seen a girl climax unless you saw Xandra at the moment I stuffed those soaking wet panties and her sweaty socks in her mouth. Don't worry, my dear readers, it was merely more of the same. Next time I bring you a story from game night, it will be to present a hybrid of Xandra and Sammy's adventures that led into one of my own.
Kiss kiss
Monday, July 03, 2023
Game night is such a wonderful escape from the sorrow that is the life of a police officer, and the girls playing the game all have similar sorrows to escape. Come with me, my beautiful readers, and enter the mind of a woman who moonlights as a dominatrix. Watch me sinisterly rule the night and bring smiles to the faces of my friends along the way. Shall we begin?
Let's see. It was Jackie, Destiny, Alexandra, and I here in the house that I co-rented with Jackie and Destiny. Taylor, Liz, Leah, and the Human Footrest joined us virtually, but this quartet is an ensemble of hecklers, a Greek chorus if you will. That deserves an apology: the Human Footrest was bound and gagged and fulfilling the duties insinuated by that glamorous honorific. Sammy's a good sport, and we will talk about her a little because she's a footrest and can't be seen. In fact, it's what came up first when Destiny opened her mouth.
"So, Twinsies, what did ya do to Samantha, hmmmmm?" Destiny asks with mock innocence.
"More normal questions," Jackie interjects, "Whose socks and whose sneaker?"
"Ha, ha!" Leah laughed, her green eyes twinkling, "My socks, and Liz's pump. Look!"
"Mmmmmmmm!"
And there was Sammy, still in her blue work dress (for being on TV) and her pumps, looking like a scrumptious damsel-in-distress. Red and white striped nylon ropes bound her body, including her wrists and elbows together behind her. Her head was fully covered in red vet wrap except for her nose, hiding the severity of her gag while she breathed through her coworker's heel. Yes, this is the extent of the bondage for the Twin Terrors, but these voices matter for their presence as the people watching these events matter as much as those here in person and you the readers.
_______________________________________________
The concept is simple. We play Red Dead Redemption with rules that decide when a girl's eliminated from the competition. Sometimes it's gradual, but some nights it's dramatic with tons of fireworks. Because Taylor and the Twins were playing virtually, they got to delegate who did the binding and gagging of those whom they eliminated, which left me, Destiny, Alexandra, and Jackie vulnerable. Liz and Leah could get tied up, but Taylor wasn't interested in that.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sammy doesn't play video games, but she loves being bound and gagged and humiliated, hence her role as the Human Footrest. Isn't she adorrrrrrrable though? We agree. It fascinates me how wide the spectrum of bondage really is, but it's so much fun exploring it all to see what tickled my fancy. You could say I'm adventurous. Even the video games require being creative because we had a rule tonight: gun kills didn't count towards bondage.
"Did that arrow hurt, Jacqueline?" I obnoxiously taunted my housemate with a brutal execution.
"I have a slight headache but am otherwise fine," she responded with a bright sense of humor
"Too bad!" Xandra came charging into the scene and met the fate of Taylor's lasso.
"HA! Gotcha! Come along, my persistently horny bondage toy!" Taylor hilariously owned her.
"B-tch! Put me down!" the now hogtied girl howled into her headset, "You little b-stard, I will get you back for this," but then she tried honey instead of vinegar, "Pleeeeeeeeeeaassssseeeee?"
"Ya just called her a b-tch and a b-stard" Destiny deadpanned, "No friggin' way, honey."
"You just stole my captive!" poor Taylor, Taylor's horse, and Xandra met a fiery end at my hands.
"Yesssssss, I did, didn't I? Oh, Xandra," my voice lowered to a sinister whisper, "It's time."
"Time? Oh…," she swooned and nearly orgasmed at the thought of me dominating her.
_______________________________________________
Which trick shall I pull out of my book? I glanced at my beautiful housemates for inspiration for torquing Dr. Alexandra Watkins, J.D. into a brutal position that would certainly coerce her to lose all control of her dignity before I give her a wand. She was right there in my bedroom, and I had a sudden memory of the time I put her in a strappado with a spreader bar at her ankles. Yes, with a dominant nod and a smirk, I took off my headset and put it down on the table where I sat in the den with Jackie and Destiny and heard Xandra's gasp from my bedroom.
Now, Jackie and Destiny were prison guards; I was a police officer; we were still in uniform after a long day at our respective jobs. What Xandra wore didn't matter because soon she'd have only her bra, certainly a lacy one, and her panties. During game nights where TUGs are the end result for losers, Xandra will come here and sit at the desk in my bedroom. No knock. No permission to enter. No warning. Just a little dominatrix grabbing her much bigger prey for a kidnapping.
With lonnnngggggg blonde hair and conversant blue eyes, Alexandra usually told you she craved being dominated long before her lips told you. As a Bondagette in films, her favorite trope was a revenge kidnapping at the hands of a convict, such that we produced a double series of films that feature her (or a lawyer friend of ours) capturing her (and sometimes tormenting her) as revenge for a past conviction. There was no doubt: Xandra loved being conquered and humiliated.
She shrieked. She fought. She squealed. She sworrrre. All of it invigorated me, encouraged my actions, and brought… a smile to our faces. This wasn't just one girl capturing another. We had the bond of friendship at work, the joy of a mutually shared enjoyment of such a rough-n-tumble game as this. In other words, we were having fun playing in a particular style.
My bed was the perfect place to put Xandra in the particular spread leg torture I conceived for an intense setup that would certainly bring her to climax even without a vibrator. With flailing arms and kicking legs, she resisted my efforts to remove her shirt and shorts to reveal the provocative white lacy bra and matching white panties. Zipties bound her arms together in front of her in six places. Yes, in front. Her legs were spread wide apart and zipped to the edges of the footboard. Her only mercy was sitting on my pink bedding. For a finishing punishment, I zipped her wrists to the footboard as well. Finally, after so much effort, it was time to gag my captive. My socks.
"Open wide," I held my sock, which spent a day on the beat, up to her face.
"F-ck you!" she snarled at me, "You twisted little c-nt, you won't get away with this!"
"You say the sweetest things, Alexandra," I took advantage of her speech to silence her.
"GRRRMMPH!" she snarled and groaned when Pryce Farms Finest Toe Cheese hit her tongue.
"Well, well, well," I said, hearing a distinct moan out of her, "Soon, your panties will be gray…"
"GRRRMMPH!" she merely repeated her trademark snarl while I wrapped her face in black tape.
There are many ways to hood a girl: leather bondage hoods, homemade hoods that a lovely Cool Girl makes for us, pillowcases, bondage hoods, and balaclavas, among others. On this occasion, I chose the homemade hood, a piece that was brilliantly hand knit and which had a snap in order to secure it around the neck area without being a choking risk. I pulled the blue knit fabric over Xandra's head and snapped it into place. Why the hood? So that she can't pry the tape off, dear. Five layers of black duct tape that will stay there for as long as I desire.
Xandra is already shuddering and orgasming from the wand, fighting with that distinct sound of "GRRRMMPH!" that characterizes her usual gagged struggle. She is such a vulnerable girl with her legs splayed apart from my improvised spreader bar. To be honest with you, that fire bomb's incineration of her and Destiny was pure luck… and she and Destiny were very unlucky. When she has made those panties nice and gray, I will replace my socks in her mouth with the panties. It's disgusting and unthinkable for most of us, but she loves that kind of gag. I actually spread a piece of plastic on the bed underneath her in case she soaks through the panties because she has done so in the past. Can you feel the power coursing through my veins?
Tonight, power is mixed with friendship. There are three distinct thrills that I feel. The first is a dominant thrill, that of subjugating and owning Alexandra. The second is that of friendship, our mutual passion for TUGs. Last but not least, there is the thrill of making Xandra happy, that she likes her side of this situation as much as I enjoy mine. Watching her struggle on the bed brings a smile to my face, and the dominant thrill is dominated by the satisfaction brought by affection and friendship. Before leaving the room, I blew Xandra a kiss with a loud, "Mwah! Catch!"
"What have I missed?" I asked, taking a seat at my computer again.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Samantha reminded us of her all-important role as the Human Footrest.
"Oh, gosh," Destiny crossed her arms while respawning, "I wish you could be here right now."
"Why's that?" Liz asked us with a giggle into the microphone she shared with her twin.
"You missed me wreaking total havoc on everyone!" Taylor answered my question.
"So I could get a piece of the Human Footrest and make her eat my socks," Destiny smiled.
"Sammy is a delight!" Jackie added with her bright spirits, "One who likes awfully rancid gags!"
"You mean I missed the usual domination while doing my usual domination," I said to Taylor.
"YEAH!" Taylor's brown eyes lit up, "Honestly, I think Jackie wants to be a Human Footrest."
"Oh?" my dominatrix eyes turned to Jackie, and that distinct smile formed on my face. Jackie slumped in her chair a little, smiled with a glow in her eyes, waved to me with her fingers, and blushed. I stood up, crossed my arms, and approached her. Leaning down, my hand clamped over her mouth before the softest whisper told her, "Not tonight, my friend." That was enough for Jackie to feel the thrill of being dominated, and she promptly ran me over with a horse-cart. Ah, only Jackie would come home from a day of guard duty at the juvenile detention center and add her infamous black fingerless gloves and a black kerchief bandana to her outfit.
"GRRRMMPH!" Xandra's passionate, desperate struggles could be seen through her camera and heard through her microphone, both of which we always kept active to humiliate the captive and so she could be monitored. Of course, we always turned things off on her side so that she could not hear us as a form of further isolation. A lovely, joyful "OHHHHHHHHHH!" interrupted the sounds once every 15 to 90 seconds while she rapidly discolored and soaked her panties.
Taylor, Jackie, Destiny, Liz, Leah, and I resumed playing with the invigorating sounds of Xandra and the Human Footrest punctuating the air. A good 30 to 45 minutes like that would result in an extremely wet gag for Alexandra, but the same amount of time would result in an exhausted, hot, soaking wet Sammy because of the wrapping around her head. Yes, it was a fun time for all.
I have been asked to keep this brief. You have never seen a girl climax unless you saw Xandra at the moment I stuffed those soaking wet panties and her sweaty socks in her mouth. Don't worry, my dear readers, it was merely more of the same. Next time I bring you a story from game night, it will be to present a hybrid of Xandra and Sammy's adventures that led into one of my own.
Kiss kiss
