The Mafia's Chilling Lesson (F/FFF)
Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2025 11:49 am
The Mafia's Chilling Lesson
Hi! It's me, Jackie! You're favorite camera operator with the navy kerchief because she's a cute Moonlight Gangsta Thief! Yes, indeed, the Gangsta Thief is in the house, she's ready to shoot an extremely thrilling film, and she's ready to go. My lovely fellow Moonlight Gangsta, the Queen herself, Nichole Petersen, is going to be handling the other camera. Oh, come on! Just because I am filming bondage doesn't mean it's not going to be fun. Trust me! Ohhhhh, just because I'm a retired thief doesn't mean you should fear me. That was Bad Jackie; now, I'm Good Jackie.
It is going to be a big film in many ways. Joyce is allowing a nasty dirty sock gag to be used on her. Destiny is going to harness her Sicilian heritage and her gangster past to put on an ingenious performance. Our two other lovely Sicilian actresses Joyce and Michela are going to be a duo of ravishing cops sent to their maker by a heartless thug. The lovely Brig crates are going to return. This will be a true banger to bring the day to a close! Oh, wait, I haven't told you about the Brig crates? Well, here's my pinky swear to tell you soon!
You know how we love our cop uniforms! That beautiful all black: combat boots, socks, pants, belt, and shirt? Yes, indeed, the cop uniforms are back. Michela is wearing her own, and Joyce is wearing mine! That’s how we do it: Joyce always borrows my uniform if she doesn’t have the gear already because we're the same size. Of course, Michela adds a black bandana headband to her uniform and hands Joyce a matching one, likely with a veiled threat about consequences for noncompliance. Back in the corner behind the dressing screen I spy Hannah putting on her own uniform… Hmmmm! Things are getting interesting here!
Then there’s Destiny, bad-ss gangster girl with the pink bandana headband, the black button-up shirt that hugs her form and big bust, the black leather miniskirt, pink pantyhose, and black low heeled pumps. She is dressed to be feminine and wicked at the same time. This girl is a baddy in the finest, and I’ve died many deaths in Taylor’s Red Dead and GTA rooms at her hands. It’s mostly because we’re roommates, so she loves picking on me and torturing me. Some nights, it even ends in one of us being bound and gagged by the other. Destiny Reilly, you truly are a good friend to me, and I can barely pass a day without vocally thanking God you’re in my life.
"May I bind you both?" Ashley, one of the few among us who's such an expert at bondage safety and techniques that she gives lessons to other people, asks in her usual meek, sweet tone.
"Take it away," Destiny motions with an exaggerated bow, "You are the master, after all!"
"Do not flirt with me," Ashley gives Destiny a playful bop on the nose, "I will destroy you next GTA night," the French girl then grabs a coil of clothesline and shines a smile of true friendship.
"This is going to be fun," Michela looked at Joyce and smiled, "Getting gagged with your socks."
"It'll be interesting," Joyce joyfully examined her uniform, "These duds fit me perfectly!"
“I’ve got you girls,” Felice, finally recovered from her subspace, volunteers to help both girls for the film, “I’m sure this one’s going to be fun,” she’s so chill it doesn’t seem real to most people.
Let's add Felice to the mix now! Felice is returning to us from the land of subspace because she was in a film where she was given the full works and ended up locked inside a cabinet. She's on cloud nine in a small way, but she's fully lucid and stands there admiring Ashley's work and how Michela and Joyce are getting tied up. There's a cheerful, caring smile on the dominatrix's face.
That’s the real Felice, though. Real Felice is chill, laid back, sporting dog tags—embossed with her dates of arrest and release, her cell number, and her prison ID number—and a couple dozen saint medals—usually smiling. It’s really no surprise that, despite her size, she loves nothing as much as a trip to the batting cage. That’s her go-to non-TUG place when she’s happy. The evil dominatrix persona is just that—a persona—and real Felice is a sadist and one who struggled for a long time with her tendencies before she discovered ways to restrain her desires and to use it in healthy outlets like this. Right here—this was happy, soft TUG-loving Felice.
With that cool personality that enjoys domination even in playful, harmless contexts, Felice takes some clothesline from Ashley. Ashley uses her coils to tie Joyce's and Michela’s arms in boxties with an infernal double crotch rope—one each under the pants and over the pants—and a vicious harness. The more-or-less doomed officers have their legs tightly bound at the ankles and above their knees by Felice. Throughout the binding, Felice is soft-spoken and makes her tasteful TUG jokes like “You’re in a bit of a tight bind” and “Ashley gives the tightest hugs!” without missing a beat. Felice is part of the video gamer circle, too, and knows what she can and cannot say.
And… ACTION!
The camera shows the trussed legs sitting on the kitchen island. Behind me, in the fridge, are the two Brig Crates. The legs struggle against the clothesline while the tanned face of killer Destiny makes an appearance when she crouches into view to tie each girl’s legs below the knees. She is a master of overkill in noir-like and over-the-top villainous scenes.
“So, ya f-ckin’ cops thought ya’d walk in here and take me, huh? Look atcha now!”
“We’re not through yet!” Michela tries to remain strong because she is taller than Destiny.
“We’re not scared of you, Destiny Child!” Joyce retorts with a truly fearless spirit.
“So brave of ya,” Destiny strips off Joyce’s boots, “But yer the ones who’re kinda tied up and in a world of deep sh-t.” The strong Sicilian strips off Michela’s boots, “Officers Rossi and Oakes are gonna meet a cold, cold end,” and she then strips off Joyce’s socks, “And no one will ever be able to figure out that I did it to the two of ya,” and she finally takes Michela’s socks, “Open up!”
“NOMMPH!” Joyce gets Michela’s socks in her mouth with a tegaderm over her lips.
“Nice and quiet,” Destiny is quick and smooth with the tegaderm.
“You’re a sicko! How dare you do that to MMMPH!” the process repeats with Michela having Joyce’s socks stuffed in her mouth, “MMMMMMM!” she can’t resist receiving a tegaderm, too.
Oh, my goodness, the funny faces Joyce makes are alone worth your $14.99 to buy this video if you're not already a paying member of our site. She's a cursed young woman in that she handles dirty sock gags as well as anybody else, but she hates them and does not find any arousal from it or, to be exact, from the humiliation associated with it. Well, she's a top-rate actress, among the best we have in our crew, and she's selling her disgust so well that it can't be put into words.
For those who don't realize it, we're filming in a big restaurant kitchen. The restaurant isn't open yet, and they graciously allowed us to film here in exchange for a rental fee. That includes using the sinks, the offices, and the walk-in refrigerator. It sounds awful because it is awful outside our little snippets of fantasy. The fridge is a subliminal space, almost like a bondage fairy tale world, a place where reality gets let behind just enough that you can process it through fantasy. Here, in this fridge, just a week ago, I won my own battle against some of the demons of my past.
Then the march—with two barefoot cops being forced to hop into the walk-in fridge, shrieking as their feet hit the cold green marble tile of the infernal space, only to be greeted by the two crates. Destiny adds pink bandana OTM gags to each girl, exposes their breasts by unbuttoning their shirts, and stuffs each of them into one of the crates. Michela is first, being stuffed into a crate only to find it prepared with cinch straps, and then Joyce follows. The straps are loosely secured, and then Destiny walks behind the crates so she can tighten them. And she cranks on the straps, too. The straps wrap Joyce and Michela at their waist, knees, ankles, and both above beneath their busts yet in between the arms and torso. Finally, Destiny shuts the crates, securing each of the 11 clasps with grim finality. It’s a tight fit to ensure that they remain in place: strong, firm, and dooming. Those crates are monsters that, as I promised, deserve their own description.
The crates are these modular beasts designed for use as a torture device during our films. Every piece of it is made in a way that allows it to be adjusted to fit any given one of us. Like, there are two pieces of thick transparent acrylic in the lid, but the panel separating the two is adjustable. A variety of side and back panels exist so that the height, width, and depth can be changed so that a perfect fit can be achieved every time. It's super complicated and both awful and awesome.
“Release them!” Hannah struts into the fridge and barks out the order like she owns the place.
“Ah, another fuzzy wants to join her friends? Well, I prepared in case some idiot like you had an absurd death wish!” Destiny immediately lunges at Hannah, and they start wrestling.
Hannah is a beast. She might be 5’4” like me, but the only girl I know who’s stronger than her is our beloved Ashley. Ashley, however, lurks in the shadows as part of this film’s safety team, the quiet heroes who are ready to strike if someone taps out or discovers real danger and there to be on the scene the moment production ends. Hannah, however, is a mistress of cinema, or mother figure in bondage modeling. She was the original Bondagette, if you will, and she fakes defeat.
“Get off me!” Hannah wails while pink rope cranks her elbows together behind her back, “Let me go, you rogue!” notice how careful this philosopher is with her words, “I order you to untie all of us! Women like you are so unapologetically diabolical that it makes me sick! Coward!”
“Ha! I’m no coward, and neither are you,” Destiny cinches and knots the rope, “But you’re an idiot, and a dead one at that!” she then starts tying Hannah’s ankles together, looping rope into the heels of her boots, “Ending three cops at once? My boss’ll gimme 60K for this!”
Harness? Check. Chicken wing position where Hannah’s arms are twisted with her hands on her butt and her wrists in perfect alignment with her waist? Nasty, but check. Vicious double crotch rope, one under Hannah’s pants and one over them, integrated into the chicken wing tie? Check. Wrists? Check. Knees? Check. Lower thighs? Check. Upper thighs? Check. Put down in the same big industrial sink from a couple films ago? Check. Breasts exposed? Check. I’m so glad Nichole is in the fridge getting good film of the other two because these parts are both absolutely worthy of our full attention. Hannah's bondage is painful looking… but I'd like to try it too!
"Let me go! That's a full-blown command, you demented freak!" the pretend officer demanded of her kidnapper. "OWWWWW!" Hannah dramatized her binding to great effect as rope after rope bound her body, "I'm telling you to untie me. You're going to get the chair if you don't let us go! Destiny Child, take these ropes off GMMM!" a 2 inch pink ball gag fills her mouth.
“You are friggin’ clueless, Officer Nilsson,” Destiny chortles, “You’re dying a quicker death than either of your buddies there in the cooler.” She turns on the sink, “Enjoy your final moments.”
“GMMMMM!” Hannah struggles in the hogtie despite the painful chicken-wing position.
Hannah never loses her cool even as the sink begins filling up with water all around her. It looks to me like she’s wearing her cosplay police uniform, not her professional one. Hard to tell at this moment! She hams it up though. Hannah might be cool as a cucumber on the inside, but she has the sound and tone of a cop that’s bravely trying to keep calm and not lose her sh-t in her murder scene. We use these uniforms awfully much considering Hannah is now a prison guard, Felice is training to be a real police officer, and several of us are training to also be prison guards. Ahhh, I digress as usual. Hannah looks like a total babe in the pink bondage, though, even if I don’t envy anything about her position except for the chicken wing position.
In the fridge, Officers Oakes and Rossi are meeting a slow, chilling fate, squealing into the other girl’s socks, unable to spit the socks out due to the tegaderms. It’s one thing to be in the crate; it is next level though when you’re strapped to the back of that baby. Trust me. It’s brutal, and it’s perfect for a film like this. Imagine being strapped down like that, wearing a black cop uniform, tied up, and left out in the hot sun in the dead of summer. It’s awful yet awesome at once. I did it once, and it was so freeing and tormenting at the same time.
“All right, ladies, it’s been a wonderful time. Officers Oakes and Rossi,” she positions herself at the door to the fridge, “Enjoy hypothermia. I hear it’s wonderful this time of year. Officer Hero Nilsson,” she menacingly turns towards the filling sink, “enjoy drowning. Don’t ever mess with the mafia ever again,” she starts to walk out of the kitchen, “Oh, wait, ya won’t. Enjoy hell!”
Awful, isn’t she? That girl is something else. Gosh, I love her as a human, but as a villain she is the absolute worst. Could someone get more ruthless while also being like “That’s the game” at the same time? She just totally dropped a cartoon anvil on these poor girl’s heads, and it’s not all that surprising that their responses are to shriek into their gags as if they’re being really murdered in cold blood. It’ll be fascinating to splice these two films together in perfect time to create a big side-by-side masterpiece in beautiful high definition.
That’s where this one comes to an end. Oh, gosh, Hannah is climaxing in the sink. I conclude my portion of the filming and shout “CUT!” before turning off the sink and pulling the plug. It’s a good day when Hannah gets off on a film like that; it means she’s in a good mood, the kind of mood where she’ll pounce you from behind, hand gag you, and give you a big kiss on the cheek.
Hannah is sopping wet. I undo the hogtie, sit her up in the sink, and accept the battery powered vibrator wand that Felice offers to add to Hannah’s torment. Yes, I undo the hogtie and leave the rest, and Felice giggles while adding the wand. Hannah glares at us, but it’s the loving kind of glare. It’s really an awful lot of hard work to do these films, and you have to chill after takes to survive it all. I’m in a good mood, and Felice pulls Hannah’s bandana down and reknots it as a blindfold, all while a feigned groan of despair comes from Hannah’s lips despite her playful body language. A sweetie in the flesh is this one. Felice gives Hannah a big kiss on the gagged lips.
“Maybe I’ll never let these two go!” I hear Destiny cackle from the refrigerator.
“MMMMMMM!” a wide-eyed Joyce is being pushed out on a handtruck, “GMMMMM!”
“Yeah, sure! You love it, Joyce Verdi, and you know it. Don’t lie to me!” Destiny laughs loudly, “Ha ha haaaaaa! Oh, Joyce, sweetie, you were a doll in that film. Now I’ll get Mick so you two can sit out in the dining room side-by-side like restaurant decorations inside your trophy cases!”
I'll be seeing you in my next story before things get any crazier around here!
THE END
The Restaurant: The Mafia's Chilling Lesson
Duration of Film: Approximately 38 minutes
Saturday, September 26, 2020
Hi! It's me, Jackie! You're favorite camera operator with the navy kerchief because she's a cute Moonlight Gangsta Thief! Yes, indeed, the Gangsta Thief is in the house, she's ready to shoot an extremely thrilling film, and she's ready to go. My lovely fellow Moonlight Gangsta, the Queen herself, Nichole Petersen, is going to be handling the other camera. Oh, come on! Just because I am filming bondage doesn't mean it's not going to be fun. Trust me! Ohhhhh, just because I'm a retired thief doesn't mean you should fear me. That was Bad Jackie; now, I'm Good Jackie.
It is going to be a big film in many ways. Joyce is allowing a nasty dirty sock gag to be used on her. Destiny is going to harness her Sicilian heritage and her gangster past to put on an ingenious performance. Our two other lovely Sicilian actresses Joyce and Michela are going to be a duo of ravishing cops sent to their maker by a heartless thug. The lovely Brig crates are going to return. This will be a true banger to bring the day to a close! Oh, wait, I haven't told you about the Brig crates? Well, here's my pinky swear to tell you soon!
You know how we love our cop uniforms! That beautiful all black: combat boots, socks, pants, belt, and shirt? Yes, indeed, the cop uniforms are back. Michela is wearing her own, and Joyce is wearing mine! That’s how we do it: Joyce always borrows my uniform if she doesn’t have the gear already because we're the same size. Of course, Michela adds a black bandana headband to her uniform and hands Joyce a matching one, likely with a veiled threat about consequences for noncompliance. Back in the corner behind the dressing screen I spy Hannah putting on her own uniform… Hmmmm! Things are getting interesting here!
Then there’s Destiny, bad-ss gangster girl with the pink bandana headband, the black button-up shirt that hugs her form and big bust, the black leather miniskirt, pink pantyhose, and black low heeled pumps. She is dressed to be feminine and wicked at the same time. This girl is a baddy in the finest, and I’ve died many deaths in Taylor’s Red Dead and GTA rooms at her hands. It’s mostly because we’re roommates, so she loves picking on me and torturing me. Some nights, it even ends in one of us being bound and gagged by the other. Destiny Reilly, you truly are a good friend to me, and I can barely pass a day without vocally thanking God you’re in my life.
"May I bind you both?" Ashley, one of the few among us who's such an expert at bondage safety and techniques that she gives lessons to other people, asks in her usual meek, sweet tone.
"Take it away," Destiny motions with an exaggerated bow, "You are the master, after all!"
"Do not flirt with me," Ashley gives Destiny a playful bop on the nose, "I will destroy you next GTA night," the French girl then grabs a coil of clothesline and shines a smile of true friendship.
"This is going to be fun," Michela looked at Joyce and smiled, "Getting gagged with your socks."
"It'll be interesting," Joyce joyfully examined her uniform, "These duds fit me perfectly!"
“I’ve got you girls,” Felice, finally recovered from her subspace, volunteers to help both girls for the film, “I’m sure this one’s going to be fun,” she’s so chill it doesn’t seem real to most people.
Let's add Felice to the mix now! Felice is returning to us from the land of subspace because she was in a film where she was given the full works and ended up locked inside a cabinet. She's on cloud nine in a small way, but she's fully lucid and stands there admiring Ashley's work and how Michela and Joyce are getting tied up. There's a cheerful, caring smile on the dominatrix's face.
That’s the real Felice, though. Real Felice is chill, laid back, sporting dog tags—embossed with her dates of arrest and release, her cell number, and her prison ID number—and a couple dozen saint medals—usually smiling. It’s really no surprise that, despite her size, she loves nothing as much as a trip to the batting cage. That’s her go-to non-TUG place when she’s happy. The evil dominatrix persona is just that—a persona—and real Felice is a sadist and one who struggled for a long time with her tendencies before she discovered ways to restrain her desires and to use it in healthy outlets like this. Right here—this was happy, soft TUG-loving Felice.
With that cool personality that enjoys domination even in playful, harmless contexts, Felice takes some clothesline from Ashley. Ashley uses her coils to tie Joyce's and Michela’s arms in boxties with an infernal double crotch rope—one each under the pants and over the pants—and a vicious harness. The more-or-less doomed officers have their legs tightly bound at the ankles and above their knees by Felice. Throughout the binding, Felice is soft-spoken and makes her tasteful TUG jokes like “You’re in a bit of a tight bind” and “Ashley gives the tightest hugs!” without missing a beat. Felice is part of the video gamer circle, too, and knows what she can and cannot say.
And… ACTION!
The camera shows the trussed legs sitting on the kitchen island. Behind me, in the fridge, are the two Brig Crates. The legs struggle against the clothesline while the tanned face of killer Destiny makes an appearance when she crouches into view to tie each girl’s legs below the knees. She is a master of overkill in noir-like and over-the-top villainous scenes.
“So, ya f-ckin’ cops thought ya’d walk in here and take me, huh? Look atcha now!”
“We’re not through yet!” Michela tries to remain strong because she is taller than Destiny.
“We’re not scared of you, Destiny Child!” Joyce retorts with a truly fearless spirit.
“So brave of ya,” Destiny strips off Joyce’s boots, “But yer the ones who’re kinda tied up and in a world of deep sh-t.” The strong Sicilian strips off Michela’s boots, “Officers Rossi and Oakes are gonna meet a cold, cold end,” and she then strips off Joyce’s socks, “And no one will ever be able to figure out that I did it to the two of ya,” and she finally takes Michela’s socks, “Open up!”
“NOMMPH!” Joyce gets Michela’s socks in her mouth with a tegaderm over her lips.
“Nice and quiet,” Destiny is quick and smooth with the tegaderm.
“You’re a sicko! How dare you do that to MMMPH!” the process repeats with Michela having Joyce’s socks stuffed in her mouth, “MMMMMMM!” she can’t resist receiving a tegaderm, too.
Oh, my goodness, the funny faces Joyce makes are alone worth your $14.99 to buy this video if you're not already a paying member of our site. She's a cursed young woman in that she handles dirty sock gags as well as anybody else, but she hates them and does not find any arousal from it or, to be exact, from the humiliation associated with it. Well, she's a top-rate actress, among the best we have in our crew, and she's selling her disgust so well that it can't be put into words.
For those who don't realize it, we're filming in a big restaurant kitchen. The restaurant isn't open yet, and they graciously allowed us to film here in exchange for a rental fee. That includes using the sinks, the offices, and the walk-in refrigerator. It sounds awful because it is awful outside our little snippets of fantasy. The fridge is a subliminal space, almost like a bondage fairy tale world, a place where reality gets let behind just enough that you can process it through fantasy. Here, in this fridge, just a week ago, I won my own battle against some of the demons of my past.
Then the march—with two barefoot cops being forced to hop into the walk-in fridge, shrieking as their feet hit the cold green marble tile of the infernal space, only to be greeted by the two crates. Destiny adds pink bandana OTM gags to each girl, exposes their breasts by unbuttoning their shirts, and stuffs each of them into one of the crates. Michela is first, being stuffed into a crate only to find it prepared with cinch straps, and then Joyce follows. The straps are loosely secured, and then Destiny walks behind the crates so she can tighten them. And she cranks on the straps, too. The straps wrap Joyce and Michela at their waist, knees, ankles, and both above beneath their busts yet in between the arms and torso. Finally, Destiny shuts the crates, securing each of the 11 clasps with grim finality. It’s a tight fit to ensure that they remain in place: strong, firm, and dooming. Those crates are monsters that, as I promised, deserve their own description.
The crates are these modular beasts designed for use as a torture device during our films. Every piece of it is made in a way that allows it to be adjusted to fit any given one of us. Like, there are two pieces of thick transparent acrylic in the lid, but the panel separating the two is adjustable. A variety of side and back panels exist so that the height, width, and depth can be changed so that a perfect fit can be achieved every time. It's super complicated and both awful and awesome.
“Release them!” Hannah struts into the fridge and barks out the order like she owns the place.
“Ah, another fuzzy wants to join her friends? Well, I prepared in case some idiot like you had an absurd death wish!” Destiny immediately lunges at Hannah, and they start wrestling.
Hannah is a beast. She might be 5’4” like me, but the only girl I know who’s stronger than her is our beloved Ashley. Ashley, however, lurks in the shadows as part of this film’s safety team, the quiet heroes who are ready to strike if someone taps out or discovers real danger and there to be on the scene the moment production ends. Hannah, however, is a mistress of cinema, or mother figure in bondage modeling. She was the original Bondagette, if you will, and she fakes defeat.
“Get off me!” Hannah wails while pink rope cranks her elbows together behind her back, “Let me go, you rogue!” notice how careful this philosopher is with her words, “I order you to untie all of us! Women like you are so unapologetically diabolical that it makes me sick! Coward!”
“Ha! I’m no coward, and neither are you,” Destiny cinches and knots the rope, “But you’re an idiot, and a dead one at that!” she then starts tying Hannah’s ankles together, looping rope into the heels of her boots, “Ending three cops at once? My boss’ll gimme 60K for this!”
Harness? Check. Chicken wing position where Hannah’s arms are twisted with her hands on her butt and her wrists in perfect alignment with her waist? Nasty, but check. Vicious double crotch rope, one under Hannah’s pants and one over them, integrated into the chicken wing tie? Check. Wrists? Check. Knees? Check. Lower thighs? Check. Upper thighs? Check. Put down in the same big industrial sink from a couple films ago? Check. Breasts exposed? Check. I’m so glad Nichole is in the fridge getting good film of the other two because these parts are both absolutely worthy of our full attention. Hannah's bondage is painful looking… but I'd like to try it too!
"Let me go! That's a full-blown command, you demented freak!" the pretend officer demanded of her kidnapper. "OWWWWW!" Hannah dramatized her binding to great effect as rope after rope bound her body, "I'm telling you to untie me. You're going to get the chair if you don't let us go! Destiny Child, take these ropes off GMMM!" a 2 inch pink ball gag fills her mouth.
“You are friggin’ clueless, Officer Nilsson,” Destiny chortles, “You’re dying a quicker death than either of your buddies there in the cooler.” She turns on the sink, “Enjoy your final moments.”
“GMMMMM!” Hannah struggles in the hogtie despite the painful chicken-wing position.
Hannah never loses her cool even as the sink begins filling up with water all around her. It looks to me like she’s wearing her cosplay police uniform, not her professional one. Hard to tell at this moment! She hams it up though. Hannah might be cool as a cucumber on the inside, but she has the sound and tone of a cop that’s bravely trying to keep calm and not lose her sh-t in her murder scene. We use these uniforms awfully much considering Hannah is now a prison guard, Felice is training to be a real police officer, and several of us are training to also be prison guards. Ahhh, I digress as usual. Hannah looks like a total babe in the pink bondage, though, even if I don’t envy anything about her position except for the chicken wing position.
In the fridge, Officers Oakes and Rossi are meeting a slow, chilling fate, squealing into the other girl’s socks, unable to spit the socks out due to the tegaderms. It’s one thing to be in the crate; it is next level though when you’re strapped to the back of that baby. Trust me. It’s brutal, and it’s perfect for a film like this. Imagine being strapped down like that, wearing a black cop uniform, tied up, and left out in the hot sun in the dead of summer. It’s awful yet awesome at once. I did it once, and it was so freeing and tormenting at the same time.
“All right, ladies, it’s been a wonderful time. Officers Oakes and Rossi,” she positions herself at the door to the fridge, “Enjoy hypothermia. I hear it’s wonderful this time of year. Officer Hero Nilsson,” she menacingly turns towards the filling sink, “enjoy drowning. Don’t ever mess with the mafia ever again,” she starts to walk out of the kitchen, “Oh, wait, ya won’t. Enjoy hell!”
Awful, isn’t she? That girl is something else. Gosh, I love her as a human, but as a villain she is the absolute worst. Could someone get more ruthless while also being like “That’s the game” at the same time? She just totally dropped a cartoon anvil on these poor girl’s heads, and it’s not all that surprising that their responses are to shriek into their gags as if they’re being really murdered in cold blood. It’ll be fascinating to splice these two films together in perfect time to create a big side-by-side masterpiece in beautiful high definition.
That’s where this one comes to an end. Oh, gosh, Hannah is climaxing in the sink. I conclude my portion of the filming and shout “CUT!” before turning off the sink and pulling the plug. It’s a good day when Hannah gets off on a film like that; it means she’s in a good mood, the kind of mood where she’ll pounce you from behind, hand gag you, and give you a big kiss on the cheek.
Hannah is sopping wet. I undo the hogtie, sit her up in the sink, and accept the battery powered vibrator wand that Felice offers to add to Hannah’s torment. Yes, I undo the hogtie and leave the rest, and Felice giggles while adding the wand. Hannah glares at us, but it’s the loving kind of glare. It’s really an awful lot of hard work to do these films, and you have to chill after takes to survive it all. I’m in a good mood, and Felice pulls Hannah’s bandana down and reknots it as a blindfold, all while a feigned groan of despair comes from Hannah’s lips despite her playful body language. A sweetie in the flesh is this one. Felice gives Hannah a big kiss on the gagged lips.
“Maybe I’ll never let these two go!” I hear Destiny cackle from the refrigerator.
“MMMMMMM!” a wide-eyed Joyce is being pushed out on a handtruck, “GMMMMM!”
“Yeah, sure! You love it, Joyce Verdi, and you know it. Don’t lie to me!” Destiny laughs loudly, “Ha ha haaaaaa! Oh, Joyce, sweetie, you were a doll in that film. Now I’ll get Mick so you two can sit out in the dining room side-by-side like restaurant decorations inside your trophy cases!”
I'll be seeing you in my next story before things get any crazier around here!
THE END
The Restaurant: The Mafia's Chilling Lesson
Duration of Film: Approximately 38 minutes
Saturday, September 26, 2020
| Featuring | Model Name | As |
|---|---|---|
| Joyce Verdi | Annie Oakes | Cop #1 |
| Michela Palmeri | Lucille Rossi | Cop #2 |
| Hannah Larsson | Karina Nilsson | Cop #3 |
| Destiny Reilly | Destiny Child | Mafia Girl |
| Ashley Calland | Genevieve Badeaux | Rigger |
| Jackie Martin | Missy Mischief | Camera |
| Nichole Petersen | Paulina Oliveira | Camera |
| Felice Pryce | Roxanne Rutledge | Safety |