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Hey,

Seems as usual Plymouth has no shame, although perhaps in a different way then normal. The clandestine 'shoot' was quite amusing, and for once she actually managed to avoid making another poor staffer uncomfortable. As already mentioned, the 'secret' bondage was quite good.
GreyLord wrote: 1 year ago Lots of fun, but they are holding back on the real fun. Is it time to get this show on the road
Certainly one (valid) way to look at it. I will admit I have been enjoying the tension/buildup/mind game of' does she *like* like me or not' going on in Brooke's head. A nice change of pace. But it is true that the proverbial dam is likely to break soon, one way or another, given the time constraints she is under.

Wonder if Brooke will have the courage to confront Fayth about it, and if Fayth had actually been leading her on/playing coy the whole time or not. Going to be hard for her to admit to Fayth that 'I gagged you without your consent' however...
RopeBunny wrote:Fayth tries, fails, to teach me chess. Only failing in fairness due to my insistence on every piece making a unique noise as it charges. Plus I spend close to fifteen minutes, her humouring and smiling at me as I do, arguing that the pawns ought to be able to move two at a time so they can hold each others hands, to be less scared.
Very silly, very cute, very Brooke. Or perhaps more accurately, the ever playful Plymouth showing her face once again.
RopeBunny wrote: 1 year ago Well written explanation of my point there, thank you. I'm sure as with Plymouth some adult workers genuinely enjoy the work, for a percentage it's surely more then just a paycheck. As with any job there are always those in it for the money, and those with a real love of what they do.

However as you said separation is necessary, for mental well being if nothing else. Not always healthy to take your work home.
It is a fascinating subject; such work, and the skewed nature of what results from it both in an emotional, and a very literal, sense, but perhaps it is not really my place - or the right place in general - to go too deeply into it.
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BlissfulMisery wrote: 1 year ago
But it is true that the proverbial dam is likely to break soon
Think I can see some pretty severe cracks below :lol: ;)

Thanks everyone for commenting, for sticking with me/the story.
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014.

There is a storyline to these three shoots, text that Fayth will add in, nothing of essay length, just a couple of sentences here and there on a black screen so it all flows and makes sense. She'll release them onto her site a week or five days apart, once we've finished all three.

Roughly, the story goes: I tie up and enjoy Fayth, after which I'll do similar to her sexy flatmate. With part three being revenge.

Bring it on.

And of course there is no flatmate in real life, Fayth lives alone.

Luckily Brittany's coming over.

"Plymouth?"
"I am." Leaning against Fayth's open front door, which she sent me down to answer, still finishing setting up in my room. "Are you Brittany?"
"I am." Grinning, throwing my words playfully back. "Can I come in?"
"Only if you want to get tied up."
"By you?" Playful.

"By me." Nodding. "Fair?"
"Weeeeell." Making a point of sizing me up. I laugh, flex my arm to show off a fairly good bicep. Brittany laughs. "Okay. Deal."

I only know Brittany through seeing her on Fayth's site. She's relatively new to the world of bondage porn, having started out modelling lingerie before sinking down into topless and nude stuff.

"And some guy asked you to use a gag?"
"Yeah." Following me into the kitchen, grabbing the offered bottle of water. "I was on some site full of models, selling customs or premade stuff, depending. Some guy messaged, randomly asking me to tie a scarf in my mouth, wear some lingerie and send him the photos."
"For a fee of course?"
"Course." Smiling. "So I thought why not, cash is cash."
"Got to get paid."
"Exactly." Toasting bottles with me. "Long story short it was kinda a slippery slope from there."

Looking at her, I can imagine she was fairly popular on the site, prehaps she's even missed?

She might even still be there, switching things up, adding bondage content in alongside the lingerie stuff?

Brittany's twenty-eight, and a size ten. Skinny limbs but there's a small belly poking out the bottom of her fitted tee. She's a natural B cup, in proportion unlike those of us sporting artillery canons. Her dark Latino skin is covered in almost as much ink as mine: a spread winged bird of prey above the breasts and huge candy skull covering most of her back. Stars climb her right leg above the knee up onto the buttcheek, whilst both arms sport a variety of designs. Words circling her lower left leg are apparently a prayer for safe passage, protection.

All this is topped by straight black hair brushing her shoulders.

"So Fayth gave you a shot?"
"She did." Walking upstairs, ahead of me I see Brittany nod, talking over her shoulder at me. "I'd done a couple of shoots, one of them was with her. Like a two girl thing."
"Lucky."
"Yeah." Walking into my room. "Guess she liked what she saw."
"What who saw?" Fayth, looking up with a frown from the camera she's positioning.

"You liked Brittany enough to bring her onto the site." I fill in, pulling the inked Mexican girl into a quick hug as I walk past. "She's just been telling me."
"Ah." Nodding. "Well." Smiling at Brittany. "I did yeah, and I've had some good hits off her content so." Standing, stretching. "Makes sense to keep inviting her back."

There's no need for Sue today, Fayth won't be involved in front of the camera so she's free to work them.

Brittany and me head off to change, or at least I change, since all she has to do is strip off.

"What no cock?"
"No." Shrugging as I reappear in my bedroom, which we're using so it looks like Fayth and Brittany really are flatmates with separate rooms. I grin, and open my mouth without thinking. "But I'll put it back on for you later."

Which, luckily, Fayth laughs at whilst I silently curse.

And then Brittany walks in, saving me.

"This is a pretty fucking cool bit of kit." Nodding as I lock Brittany in, adjusting her limbs with gentle pushes and pulls, taking care.

"Yeah." With Brittany already gagged only Fayth can answer me from her spot leaning against the wall. I look up, she flashes me a cheeky playful grin. "If you like I can always put you in it tonight."
"Mmmffffgg?" Brittany's head jerks up to stare at Fayth even as I, body suddenly flooding with adrenaline, nod. Open a mouth gone dry.

"Yes." Swallow. "Please."

This is it. Strange to do it, to offer, in front of Brittany. To be so casual. But, this is it she's going to wants to tie me up. Tonight.

"Oh." Brief frown in contrast to my happy smile, but then she grins. "Okay then. Tonight."
"Mmmgggfff ggmmmmf?"
"Well no, you can't play too." Fayth laughs. "You'll be back home. Besides which I've only got one."

Brittany looks from Fayth to me, shrugs, and rests her head back down.

I carry on.

We've gagged Brittany so she doesn't have to talk. She's still somewhat nervous doing shoots, so isn't comfortable talking, especially not improvising. So, I'll talk, she can moan.

No rope this time, we're going full metal.

A long pole runs down Brittany's back from neck to ankles, dull silver and rigid. Off the pole several metal hoops protrude, Fayth apparently ordered several different size fittings from eight up to sixteen, allowing the device to be tight, and snug, but not painful on any number of girls.

It's an absolute pain of a job to change them apparently, lots of screws to loosen and remove then retighten, but the whole thing is amazing quality. Very rigid, very posh.

The hoops lock around Brittany at various points, pinning her to the pole at: ankles, below the knee, upper thigh, wrists and elbows, waist, and neck. The arms are pinned behind you on the other side of the pole, the legs are pinned with the pole between.

Brittany is, pretty much, immobile. Unlike rope or tape the metal has no give, so, she really can't move except to roll.

Perfect.

Because of nerves- hers not mine of course -I won't be fucking her either, just playing.

Between us Fayth and me pull Brittany into position, her body laid on its side, facing the bank of cameras, which face the bedroom door. She's laying the length of my bed, head on a pillow, toes at the other end.

"Okay?"
"I'm good." Re-knotting Fayth's red robe, which I'm wearing over some sexy white lace lingerie, a push up bra and thong. The point is that, having subdued Fayth, I stole her bathrobe as a trophy. "Two minutes?"
"Roughly." Seesawing hand. "Just. Count, it'll be fine."
"Right." Looking down, giving Brittany a thumbs up, she nods back. I head out of the bedroom.

And wait.

Fayth will be shooting footage, these two minutes are time for Brittany to 'wake up' and discover her predicament. To struggle and have a small moan through the red ballgag filling her mouth.

"Two of you." Closing the bedroom door behind me, turning around to face Brittany on the bed, grin on my face. "Lucky me."
"Mmffffggggggg." Trying to look over her shoulder, not really able, Brittany wriggles as I walk around the bed, coming to sit in front, level with her thighs.

"Ggggdddfffff mmmmmmggmmm."
"She's," smirking, running my hand up Brittany's leg, "a little tied up right now."

And.

I know the shoot goes well, Fayth tells me as much several times, because I- worried -ask several times.

Worried, because I can't actually remember what I did. Because what's coming later fills and steals all other thought, I'm on autopilot, going through the motions of the shoot, of a delicious -or at least I imagine it was had I been able to taste anything -meal with Brittany and Fayth in her kitchen after.

I don't know what Fayth and me watched, with Brittany safely in a taxi heading home. Some movie, I think?

It's all like a dream, like fog. Until Fayth stands, shuts off her flatscreen and turns to me.

"Bedtime?"

I barely manage to nod, there's no way I can speak.

"You're sure?"
"Yes." Like a whisper. Fayth grins, I cough, manage to find a more normal sounding voice despite my pounding heart. "Come in. Please."

Metal pole in hand, Fayth enters my room.

"Are you keeping that on?"
"No." Crossing to the wooden drawer unit, I begin to strip off spandex shorts and vest top. Thong. "I'd rather be naked, okay?"
"Sure." Nodding, putting the pole down atop the bed. "Come lay down when you're ready."

Nerves. Such a rarity for me, but, I can feel them now. Like an explosion of butterflies in my belly, fluttering and whooshing all around, making me. Almost. Feel ill. I know my nipples have jumped to attention, can feel a damp throbbing in my pussy. I'm actually grateful for the semi darkness, the only illumination coming from behind Fayth, from the hallway light.

Nerves, because of the build up, the times I've found Fayth enjoying me. Digital me anyway. And now. Now. Finally. She's going to have me.

I lay down, blood pounding in my ears.

Fayth talks, I can't hear her. I nod yes anyway.

Anything. Yes.

My skin tingles where she touches me, pulling and guiding my limbs into position, locking me into the metal hooped frame.

The hoops, changed out for the size eight set, are very snug on my muscled limbs. I'm far from body builder pumped, but I do work out. I can feel metal gently pressing and squeezing my biceps and thighs, ankles and wrists. Prehaps my knees and waist have some small play, but my elbows, my upper arms, are snug, as is my neck.

Each hoop locks by way of a screw, which uses a special hexagonal headed tool. No padlocks, no key.

Not that I'd be able to reach my wrist hoops anyway.

I. Am. Stuck.

Helpless.

Locked up naked, trying and failing to control my breathing as Fayth comes around in front of me, kneels beside the bed. Laid on my belly, breasts and pussy pressing into the mattress, I tilt my head to the side as Fayth leans in, arms resting on the bed, giving me a perfect view down the front of her baggy black tee.

She smiles.

"Gag?"
"Um." I lick dry, still dry, lips. Yes, of course yes, but. Taking a moment, savouring my onrushing complete helplessness.

What will she do to me?

Should I mention the handy wand vibrator in my upper right drawer?

"Yes."
"How about a scarf?" Smile turning teasing. "I could use the belt off my robe, you know." Winking. "Like revenge for what you did to me."
"Okay." Oh. Wow. Fuck yes, even though it was for a shoot, I love the thought. Getting gagged with part of the outfit I pretend stole off Fayth after I pretend made her my bitch.

Awesome.

The belt is long, and wide. Fayth, sat on the bed beside me, body pressed into mine, making my heart flutter, leans in and ties it once pressed inside my mouth, ties it a second time not scrunched up, covering my lips, making my gag both a cleave and an over the mouth.

Giving me an electric like jolt each time she tugs the knots tight.

"Well." Standing up. "There. Happy?"
"Mmmgggggffff ppphhhhhffffmmm." Staying still, I want Fayth to take the lead, want to see how she's going to play this.

"Right." Looking down at me with hands on hips. Nodding. "Good."

Fayth walks out of view around the bed. And.

Um?

Moments later the thin pale yellow duvet that I'd cast onto the floor is thrown ontop of me.

"Got to say." Fayth's voice, from, I turn my head to see.

She's stood in my doorway, one hand on the door handle, idly swinging it.

"I mean." Giving me a smile, amused, accompanied by a small shake of her head. "I'd heard you were into it. And." A shrug. "I am too. But, not sure I'd want to spend the night locked up."

What? She's not? Um?

Oh.

Shit.

"Anyway." Another amused smile, Fayth nods, brings the hand not on my door up, gives me a small wave. "I'll set an alarm. So. Um." Taking a step back out of my room. "Guess I'll see you in the morning Brooke."

With a soft yet final sounding click my door closes, leaving me all alone.

Locked up.

Stupid- oops -Brooke.
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Brittany is a nice addition to the mix :) I like her!
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Way to keep us off base, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention]. Of course, as always, it was a fun read.
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And Plymouth manages to let her obsession with bondage get her into trouble again. Not a good sign when she is enjoying the thought of it so much she is actually zoning out and not even listening to what people are saying.

Wonder if the 'plot twist' is going to be Fayth coming back into the room shortly afterwards and having a good laugh at her expense. Otherwise Brooke might have a bit of an uncomfortable night. Or at the very least, a very *frustrating* night. But perhaps that might serve as a valuable lesson about proper communication and consent.

A great example of more rigid/unyielding bondage too, with the metal rings. Forced to 'lay at attention', in a way.
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BlissfulMisery wrote: 1 year ago And Plymouth manages to let her obsession with bondage get her into trouble again.
And that's why we love her :lol:
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slackywacky wrote: 1 year ago
BlissfulMisery wrote: 1 year ago And Plymouth manages to let her obsession with bondage get her into trouble again.
And that's why we love her :lol:
Had to quote this, because largely that's why I love her too :D
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015.

Crap.

Crap.

Crap.

Stupid girl. Silly. Foolish.

Stuck.

This is. Weird. Fayth is right, I am into this, for me bondage is so much more then a paycheck. So, ordinarily I'd be happy, what a fun adventure to spend the night locked to a metal pole.

Not a new adventure, thanks to that overly controlling bondage loving ex I keep failing to forget and bury I have, for more nights then is probably healthy, slept in some form of restraint.

But an adventure nonetheless.

However. This doesn't feel fun, I'm not buzzing or tingling inside like usual at my complete helplessness. Fayth left, and she isn't coming back.

Or. Is she?

With some effort, rolling back and forth, building momentum, I manage to get onto my side, facing the closed door across my darkened room. Fayth closed it, after saying goodnight.

But is that part of some game? Am I being left here to struggle, to wait on her pleasure. Will she, in five minutes or fifty, return to enjoy me after all?

My gut says no.

You can tell when someone's teasing. Granted the ex didn't tease. She locked me away in ropes or chains, then left, giving no hint as to a possible return. But Fayth doesn't come across as the controlling type, I feel that were she planning to return she'd of dropped a not too subtle hint.

It's what I'd do.

So. I'm stuck here. All night. And it isn't even fun because I've been a stupid bondage obsessed girl, so sure of my deductions that Fayth was into me, that her offer to lock me away meant an offer to play with me after I was suitably bound.

Shit.

And, because it isn't really fun, because I'm feeling silly, am annoyed at my predicament, the night drags.

Snatched moments of sleep, waking up disoriented, not understanding why I can't move, can't talk. Taking too long to remember where I am.

Dreams that feel too real, some of them seeming to follow me up into the waking world. Head full of capture fantasies, of being some unknowns rope bitch, waking up convinced it's all true, that I belong to. Someone? But I don't know who, or even why I submitted?

Or was I caught. Tricked.

More then once the rigid hoop locked around my neck feels, climbing up out of yet another brief snatched sleep, like a collar.

More then once the dreams make me horny, waking up moaning, wet between the legs, nipples tingling. Convinced my mystery keeper is beside me in the dark, or that they're coming. For me, to claim me.

And then reality sinks in, settles over me, real knowledge of Fayth and my stupidity erasing the fiction. My arousal blown out like a candle.

It isn't a fun night.

"Morning."
"Whaaaa....?" Stretching, not remembering in the moment that I shouldn't be able to, nor should I be talking. I blink, waking up some more. Feel the cool breeze against my bare butt, the weight of someone kneeling beside me, mattress shifting as that someone climbs off the bed.

I roll over, blink, discover Fayth standing beside the bed, naked, the metal pole, my nights tormentor held in one hand, small semi nervous smile on her face.

"Hi. Brooke."
"Hi." There's no duvet covering me, I realise now, the breeze I'm feeling is because I too am naked, and not covered. I blink again, give Fayth her small smile back. "Morning."
"I've run you a bath."
"Oooooh kay." Nodding. Slowly climbing out of sleep, awake, but still feeling sluggish.

"I. Um." Fidgeting, shifting the pole from one hand to the other. "Can we talk?"
"Um." Sitting up. Yawn. Stretch. I look at Fayth again, definitely something making her nervous. "Sure."

"Wine?"
"Wine?" In the bath, bubbles everywhere, leaning back so my breasts, the tops of them, like nipple capped icebergs, are still above water, arms resting along the sides. Fayth, still naked for some reason, is sat on the closed toilet seat opposite me, one leg up, foot resting on the other knee.

I raise an eyebrow at the offered glass. "Isn't it like, still breakfast time?"
"Yeah." Shrugging, there's a bottle, a full second glass, beside her. Fayth grins. "Want some anyway?"
"Sure." Grinning back, fuck it. After the night I've just had, why not. I take the glass, Fayth clinks hers against mine.

"Can we do, like. Um." Swirling the wine in her glass, taking a breath, looking at me. "Can you be honest if I promise to be?"
"Okay?" I yawn. "Sorry. Um. Sure."
"Right. Good." Nodding. Uncrossing her legs, flash of trimmed pussy. Fayth refills her glass, holds out the bottle. I drain mine, nod and hold the glass out for a top up.

"Right." Taking a breath. "I'll start."

"I'm not into girls."
"Right." Nodding, I frown. Honest. The truth. Right? So. Here goes. "But I saw you though."
"Saw me?"
"Two times." Holding up fingers. "After we'd been drinking. "I. Well." Brief laughter, which makes Fayth smile. "I heard you. Well...."
"Wanking?" Smiling. Nodding.

"Wanking." Nodding back. "And, maybe I shouldn't of, but I came to see. And...."
"And you saw...."
"I saw you." Smiling at the memory. Fayth gives me an amused look. I shrug. "Sorry. But, you looked cute all tied up, collared. Stuff."
"I assume you saw what I was watching too?"
"I did."
"Hmmm." Tutting. "It was you that gagged me?"
"It was." Not sorry.

"Why are you naked?"
"Oh." Looking down at herself. Laughing. "Well. Um." A shrug. "This is my house, and, it isn't like you haven't seen it already."
"It is kinda like waving a red rag."
"It is?" Looking down at herself again, across at me. "Well. You're naked too."
"I'm in the bath."
"True." Flashing a cheeky grin. "Should I put something on?"
"Not on my account." Tipping her a wineglass salute. "It's an enjoyable view."
"Ha." Shaking her head, smiling as a small blush of bright red shades her cheeks.

"So." Putting things in order. "You don't like girls?"
"I." Huffing out a breath, hand through her hair. Shake of the head. "I. Well. It's complicated."
"Always is."
"Yeah." Hand over mouth to stiffle a yawn. "Fuck me It's early."

"Thing is." Filling our glasses, draining the bottle. "Doing what we do, plenty of girls to fuck." Clinking the bottle against my glass. "Right?"
"True." Taking a sip. "So, for you. With. Um." Think Brooke. I nod. "A husband."
"Ex now." Grimacing. "But. Sure." Fayth twirls a hand. "Go on."
"Okay. I'm guessing that for you fucking all us pretty girls." Grinning as Fayth leans in, flicking bath water at me and my cockiness. I blow her a kiss, she tuts, but smiles. "It was just work huh?"
"Pretty much." A nod. "Playing with," flicking water at me again, "all you pretty girls, it was just part of the job. Like the bondage. Something fun, but, nothing I bought home."

Silence, for a short while. I relax, possibly even drift off for an instant, my glass, now empty, is on the bathroom floor. I'm sure I close my eyes, because, when I open them Fayth tips me a smile.

"I should say sorry really."
"For last night?"
"For last night." Nodding. "I." Tut, shaking her head. "Stupid. I thought," gesturing at her mouth, "with the gag. I thought you'd seen me. Should've realised you'd, maybe, make a move. But. Well." Shaking her head some more. "Yesterday, when you thought I'd given you a come on." Looking at me. "That's right isn't it, you thought I was offering to play?"
"Yeah." Nodding. "I'd seen you."
"Wanking."
"Wanking." Exchanging grins at the crude language. "Over me. So. I flirted about the strap on. And then, well." A shrug. "I thought you were flirting back with the pole."

"I thought you'd lock me up then stay."
"Sorry."
"S' alright. Isn't the first time I've spent a night locked up."
"Really?" Voice climbing in surprise, shock.

"Really. I had. A." No. It's not the time. I wave a hand, banishing that line of thought. "Doesn't matter. Point is." Looking across at Fayth. Honest, so, let's hear it. "Why tie yourself up. Wank off over videos of me. But back away when I offer the real thing on a plate?"

"Maybe it's being free after so long with the same guy." Leaning forwards, elbows on knees, enhanced D cups hanging like ripe fruit. Very inviting. "But, these last months I've found myself. Well." Offering me a smile. "I've started to notice women more."
"Nothing wrong with that." Smiling. "I notice woman more all the time."
"Honestly." Grabbing a sponge off the side, flinging it at me. "Being serious though."
"Okay." Nodding, failing to hide my grin. Fayth shakes her head.

"I'm just not sure I want to be noticing woman."
"Ah."
"Yeah." Shrugging. "I just, work aside, I've always fucked guys. So."
"You could always try. No. Wait." Holding up a hand, palm out, to deflect the second sponge Fayth's just picked up. "I'm not flirting. I mean." Lowering the hand, slowly. "What I mean is. Um...."
"Yeah." Tossing the sponge, but gently, at me. "Not flirting. Sure."

"I didn't. Don't. Know what to do. And then," waving a hand at me, "you showed up."
"And." Frowning at her tone. "That was a problem?"
"No. Well. Yes. Well." Fayth laughs. "No. I mean. I'm happy to see you Brooke. But, here I am, all confused, not sure if I want to." Throwing a playful look at me, hands up to do the air quotes. "'Try.' And then you come breezing into my house, packing those canons. All playful and fuckable. And...." Shaking her head, I grin.

And out of nowhere we're both laughing. A release of tension.

"So." Kicking myself awake, trying to order my thoughts. "You. Kinda. Wanted me?"
"Kinda." Seesawing hand, a shrug. "You are very."
"Fuckable. Yes." Grinning, Fayth half smiles back. "But. You didn't know if you wanted to try, or if it was just a. Um." Nodding. "All in the mind thing. And really you just needed to find a guy."
"Exactly."

"The video's, the self bondage." Shrugging. "Kind of trying to. Um."
"Satisfy the urge without actually fucking me?"
"Yeah. Well." Smiling whilst shaking her head. "That and I was drunk, so, I forgot you were here, forgot you'd hear me."
"Oops."
"Indeed."

"And when you locked me up?"
"I mean." Taking a breath. "I don't know. Out of practice, no fucking clue how to read the signs. On some level I knew what you wanted, on some level I guess I was even offering it."
"It felt like you were."
"Yeah." Nodding. Staring at my chest, small smile on her face.

"So why not go for it?"
"Would you be mad if I said I." Stopping to laugh. "That I got scared?"
"You...." Having to stop, laughing, and I could, possibly even should, be mad. But it's all just too funny. "You left me locked up all night. Alone. Because you got." Laughing some more. "Scared?"
"Sorry."

Not a flick, though I am being playful, scooping up a double handful of bath water, which I toss at Fayth. She retaliates.

Two minutes later she's in the bath, because I dragged her in, sat facing me at the far end with wet hair plastered to her pretty face, our legs semi entwined due to a lack of room.

About half the water now all over the floor from our playfight, both wearing matching smirks.

"Sorry."
"Honestly." Shrugging. "S' fine. Happens. Serves me right for assuming you'd want to play."
"I don't not want to."
"No?" Eyebrow raised, arms crossed beneath my F cups, which lifts them slightly, like presenting a gift. "But?"
"I'm just not sure."

"So what now?"
"Friends?"
"Of course." Nodding. "I like you, Brooke."
"Enough to share a bath, just." Winking. "Not to fuck me when I'm already helpless and willing huh?"

Grinning, then yelping as Fayth, laughing, dives forwards and pushes me underwater by the head.

Resurfacing as she climbs out, leaves. Tossing a fresh towel in through the door, onto the toilet seat a minute later.

An understanding then, of sorts. Not a yes, not a no. If she wants, to try, with me, then I'm here. But, if she doesn't.

That's fine too.
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That conversation Fayth and Plymouth is excellently written. You have a way giving the reader the feeling that he is in Brookes head. And the setting of this conversation was super sexy: Imagine it! Brooke lying in the bath tube, Fayth sitting on the toilett.Dinrking wine and talking things through .. well done!
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Caesar73 wrote: 1 year ago That conversation Fayth and Plymouth is excellently written. You have a way giving the reader the feeling that he is in Brookes head. And the setting of this conversation was super sexy: Imagine it! Brooke lying in the bath tube, Fayth sitting on the toilett.Dinrking wine and talking things through .. well done!
Thanks :D as I've said I enjoy writing the back and forth talking, so it's good to find others enjoying it too.

And, yes, I liked the setting when I had the idea, lounging in the bath with wine, a sexy lady (also naked :lol: ) sitting across the room. Sounds fun.
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Fayth and Brooke finally get things out in the open, which is a welcome thing to see. The conversation has a great mix of playfulness, awkwardness, and candidness, and I enjoyed reading it.

Seems Fayth is having her own minor struggle with separating work from reality, which is not surprising. I think it is hard to avoid in such a situation, and Plymouth being the way she is is probably not helping much.
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BlissfulMisery wrote: 1 year ago
The conversation has a great mix of playfulness, awkwardness, and candidness, and I enjoyed reading it.
I'm happy, thanks for commenting.

A new chapter below :D I am on something of a writing binge, well into that zone where I seem constantly in the mood.

It won't last, of course :lol: but whilst it does I see no reason not to post new chapters more frequently.

Enjoy.
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016.

"Very British of you," stepping back from the goodbye hug, grinning, "to take the train."
"Ha." Realising she's, kind of, right. I suppose in the US most people fly cross country, it being so big. But back home we drive, or take the train. Mostly.

It's time to move on. The final revenge shoot was shot yesterday, and, it felt a little bit strange, weird, being teased and ultimately bought to an orgasm by Fayth. After our bathroom chat how could it not feel odd being tied and teased by a woman I now know harbours a small secret crush.

On me.

It helped that Brittany was there, joining in too. Her presence made it not all about Fayth and me, allowing whatever might've built during the session to instead be purely professional.

And, sure, a part of me is disappointed we haven't, aren't going to, fuck. But that's because I'm a rope obsessed little bondage slut. Young and forever horny for my next tie up fix.

But Fayth's a friend, in place of sex, something else has grown. Something I'm glad to have.

"Where to next?"
"Texas." Turning to look East, nodding as though it were just next door, just a couple of hours instead of several times that distance. "For a quick shoot, then Florida, and home."
"A quickie shoot?" Teasing, because partly she does still want me, and maybe one day she'll have me.

I won't say no after all.

"Quick." Tutting, grinning. "Not quickie. Although," pretending to check a watch I don't own, flirting back because she is beautiful, and I've no doubt we'd set each other's worlds alight, "if you're offering. I could catch a later train."
"That's very tempting." Pulling me in for another hug, kissing me, slightly more then a goodbye kiss, leaving us both slightly breathless. "But...."
"Not this time." Not upset, as I said, she's my friend now, and I'm happy with that.

"Not this time." Nodding, giving me a happy smile, not sad either.

'Besides'

Reads the message I receive, from Fayth, about two hours later.

'I'm the other model in Florida. So. There's always next time.'

Oh. Fuck me.

Grinning like a schoolgirl with a crush, I sneak into the on board toilet and take a mirror selfie with my tee and bra pulled up, ballgag strapped in place. Flashing the peace sign. Being cute.

'Looking forward to it xx'

I send, laughing as within moments.

'Little tease xx'

Comes back.

We spend the next five days on and off flirting whilst I ride the train to Texas, stop over to do my 'quickie' photoshoot, then hop back on the train to Florida.

My last stop, and like San Francisco somewhere I've planned in extra time for me.

I'm staying in Orlando, close to all the parks, which I intend on visiting most of. As many as I can fit in without rushing anyway. However my job is over in Daytona Beach, roughly an hours drive.

Or, nearer to two for me, in a hire car that I'm unused to driving, biker chic that I am.

The site I'm here to work for is called FantasyBound, they tend towards bondage that isn't simply girl next door types hogtied and struggling. Lots of costumes, plenty of multi part stories.

Which is what I, and Fayth when she shows up in a couple of days, are here to do.

"Not sure I remember Supergirl being this. Um." Turn left, right, grin at my reflection. "Slutty."
"No?"
"Or this inked." In the mirror a blonde, but heavily tattooed, Supergirl grins back.

It's a really well made costume.

"Prehaps you're just not reading the right comics?"
"Ha." Turning to regard Jordan: mid thirties, messy hair, beard and glasses. Geek tee and jeans over a frame that prehaps eats more pizza then it should.

"Something fan made?" Raising an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Most likely." Jordan grins, nods. "It," waving a hand at me, the costume I'm wearing, "fits okay though?"
"It does." Turning again, smiling. "So long as by fits you mean doesn't actually cover my bits properly?"

Supergirl, but drawn and designed by a horny teenage boy, that's basically what I'm wearing. Starting at the bottom there are red slip on boots climbing to my knees, whilst around my waist the blue skirt.

It, the skirt, has been red and blue at various points, Jordan went with blue.

Is so short I can feel a constant breeze brushing across my uncovered- no underwear -pussy. The top is long sleeved with a tee style high neckline, it hugs my F cups, and is cut very short, barely covering them, hanging off my chest with a large slash of belly skin revealed between top and skirt.

The top is blue too, the S symbol picked out in the traditional yellow and red. Hanging behind me the red cape is pretty cool, swishing whenever I walk, or move, with the bottom brushing across my butt.

A curling blonde wig, hair tumbling over my shoulders, completes the look.

This first shoot, something Jordan will repeat with Fayth, is meant as a kind of introduction, a teaser.

Basically he's going to shoot lots of short footage reels, of me, posing, tied and not, then splice them together into a ten minute montage.

A hook to lure people into purchasing the rest, almost like a movie trailer, except this isn't a movie.

"So a perfect fit then." Grinning. I roll my eyes, Jordan laughs.

"Ready to begin?"
"Sure."

We start with the not tied footage. Jordan has me walk in and out of a bedroom, set up to look plain, simple furniture and decorations, plus his lounge, within which he's swapped out certain wall hangings, removed certain other things, all to change the look.

I walk up, and down, the stairs, filmed from both above and below.

I sit down, then lay down, on the large four seater fabric sofa, one arm behind my head, legs spread.

Standing in another upstairs room, this one completely empty, I go through a variety of poses: hands on hips, arms stretched wide, shadow boxing the camera.

"Ready to be tied up?"
"Always."

Simple stuff first. Wrists tied in front, walking around the house like before, then doing the same with a ballgag securely strapped on. Posing too, after which Jordan changes it up, binding my wrists, and elbows, behind me.

More walking, posing. My ankles and knees are bound, I do some hopping, laughing through my gag as Jordan is forced several times to abandon shooting, having to come over and put my breasts back underneath my top.

I lay on the sofa, looking into the camera, moaning softly, struggling gently.

Lastly, Jordan ties me spread across the wooden bed, limbs to separate corner posts, ballgag still in place. More moaning and struggling, more teasing eye contact.

"Thanks Plymouth," walking me to the door, "we've got some great footage."
"Happy to help." Smiling, nodding. Back in my own clothes, outfit returned to the wardrobe. "See you in a couple of days?"
"Please."

And off I go, a slow and careful driver, so unlike my usual biker habit, which is careful only with more speed.

I'll be back, and when I do, before that even, Fayth will be in town.
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And we welcome the arrival of...SuperPlymouth :D

Great last few updates, loving the mix of playfulness, romance, eroticism and bondage. Hope the binge continues!
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tickletied84 wrote: 1 year ago And we welcome the arrival of...SuperPlymouth :D

Great last few updates, loving the mix of playfulness, romance, eroticism and bondage. Hope the binge continues!
:lol: Super Plymouth indeed :lol:

Thanks for commenting, with luck I'll remain in 'the zone' awhile, should be posting again later or tomorrow.

I'll keep knocking them out, you all keep reading. Deal? :D
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Apparently she has not seen the last of Fayth, who is turning into quite the tease :P.

Based on the theme of the shoot, and what Fayth said, I suspect she is going to play the villain in this little 'drama'. Fitting, perhaps.
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017.

Evening, and after a long day on my feet at Disney World, I felt I deserved a bath more then I needed to eat.

In large part due to all the food I've eaten whilst wandering the park, or standing in queues.

Probably I'll skip dinner, or eat something small but much later.

Towelled off, hair combed and tied into a loose tail, I wrap myself in Fayth's small red silk bathrobe. A gift, one that still raises a smile due to the fact I 'won' it after binding and gagging her. For a shoot.

I'll put proper clothes on later, if I go out.

Standing in front of my bed, remote in hand, trying to make sense of the alien US channel system, when there's a knock at my door.

Or to be more precise a series of continuous knocks.

"The fuck?" Frowning. Fayth isn't due in until tomorrow, and besides which she isn't staying at this hotel, and besides which she'd ring, or message.

Tossing the remote I wander across the room as the knocking continues.

Forgetting about the spyhole, and about the chain, I press the latch, open the door intending to peer around it.

Only to have it pushed, suddenly forced, back, open.

"Quick." Female, the voice. Momentarily disoriented from being flung back against the wall I try to focus. A girls voice, the owner of which, all but slamming my door closed, is dark skinned and dark haired, a rounded body squeezed into jeans and a tee.

She throws the catch and fastens the chain across, as I blink, still trying to figure out what she's doing in my room even as I watch her retreat away from the door, backing up towards my bed.

"Who...?" I begin, reaching up to scratch my head.

Interrupted by a second set of knocks on my door.

"I'm not here."
"Huh?"
"I." Shaking her head, sitting down on my bed in total contradiction to what she's saying. "Am not here."
"But." Grinning, can't help it. "I'm fairly certain you are though."
"No." With conviction, as though she's about to whip out some paper, write down science and math to prove the point.

Another knock sounds. I look from the girl: young, obvious Indian heritage in skin and hair, dark eyes to match. Maybe a sixteen or eighteen: all curves. To the. My. Door.

"I don't think they're leaving."
"Fine." Throwing a hand out towards my door, a dismissive gesture. "Just." Shaking her head. "Don't be me. Because I'm-"
"-Not here." I nod as her lips lift into a small smile. "I got it."

"Yes?" Keeping the chain on, standing in the gap, my body blocking out the room beyond. "Help you. Um." Showing the late twenty something guy a quick frown. "Sir?"
"Mark."
"Mark." Brief nod. "Right. Sure. Can I help you Mark?"
"Well." Smile spreading across his face. "Prehaps you can."

"By....?" Prompting, because for close to a minute I've been standing waiting for Mark to say something. But, he's just standing there, looking at me. Smiling.

Looking at.

Oh.

Fucks sake. Glancing down I remember what I'm wearing, what I'm not wearing underneath. And the robe is very short, and it isn't, currently, belted very tightly.

"Right. Well." Honestly. Not moving to cover myself, because I stopped giving a shit who saw what of me years ago. Hard to be a pornstar and care about such things as random strangers seeing your bits.

Still though. "If that will be all?"
"This isn't Sam's room?"
"Sam?" Stopping myself at the last moment from looking back over my shoulder, into my room, at. Sam?

"Um." Shaking my head. "No."
"Sure?" Smiling, one of those easy going grins thrown out to hook girls who find muscled up Jock type guys attractive. Luckily for me he's got too many cocks for my tastes, where one is one too many.

"Yes." Nodding, grinning as I remember the words recently used. "She's not here."
"No?" Grin growing, eyes roaming me up and down some more, as though having made fifty passes he's sure number fifty-one will turn up something new. Taking in my curves, diving into my cleavage. "But prehaps you're free instead?"
"Um." Not really thinking. "No."

I close the door, use the spyhole, this time, watching as he loiters for a minute, looking up and down the corridor, before setting off with a nod. Talking to himself.

"Why do you have so much rope?"

Turning, I find her elbows deep in my suitcase, left in the corner, piles of coiled rope strewn around her, a coil in her hand, held up.

"Sam?"
"Antha." A shrug. "Sammy." Despite the tone of her skin the accent is pure English. She. Sammy. Smiles, bounces the rope at me. "What's it all for?"
"Work."
"Work?" Looking at the rope she has dangling, bouncing it some more. Frowning. "What kind of job needs rope?"

I open my mouth, close it again. Offering her a smile instead. Waiting. She smiles back, gaze flicking from me to my rope, to my room. She gasps, all faked. Grins. Waves the rope at me. "You're a spy."

"I'm a model."
"No shit?" Looking me up and down.

And, of course I'm still lacking in decent clothes, wearing a robe too short to cover my shaved pussy or butt, belted very loosely closed. Besides which my F cups seem to relish somehow managing to force the belt looser over time, escaping to semi freedom, as they currently are since one of my nipples is clearly visible.

I still don't care of course, however it's worth saying that attention off Sammy, watching her look me up and down, eyes roaming my depths, is far more welcome. Her natural dark look gives an edge of mystery, her skin so different from mine I find myself briefly wondering how we'd look laid side by side.

"No," smiling at her, "shit."
"A." Twirling her coil. "Rope. Um. Model though?"
"Sort of." Shrug. "Though I've never heard it described quite like that before."

"Can I see?"
"Huh?" Caught off guard by the forwardness of the question. Sammy smiles, tosses the rope at me.

"Can I see you model it?"
"You want me to model?" Feeling little, for now, butterflies break out in my belly as the idea takes hold. "For you?"
"Can you?"
"I. Well." Thinking, looking from Sammy to the bed she's kneeling beside, still on the floor next to my suitcase. Ideas and scenarios racing through my subconscious. How to play this.

I grin. Shake the rope loose.

"You want to see me tied up?"
"Is that how you model it?" Frowning, which- could she really be someone, one of the few, who doesn't know what bondage is -looks like genuine puzzlement. "You tie yourself up?"
"Well. No. Usually someone else ties me."
"Oh." She actually looks disappointed. "Can't you do it. Um." Tapping her lips with a finger. "Solo?"
"I." Butterflies growing, moving faster, climbing. "Could give it a go."
"Excellent." Standing, moving over to the chair and sitting down. "I'll just stay out of your way then. Um." Giving me a thumbs up, flashing a cheeky smile, the first clear sign, aside from quite openly checking me out of course, I've picked up that she's. Possibly. Into this on more then a base level.

Into me.

Grabbing up several more coils, I climb onto the bed.

Feeling damp, feeling erect nipples brushing the soft front of my robe as my movements alternately cover and free them. Feeling excited and more then a little horny to be putting on a show.

It's knowledge I haven't ever used. Self bondage. Stuff I learned for a possible shoot way back. Now. Digging deep, frowning more then once along the way, I get to work.

I keep it basic, aiming for speed.

A short rope, tied and fashioned into several small loops, only just large enough to wriggle both wrists through.

A longer rope, wrapped and tied around my ankles, legs pressed together. Finishing the knots I look across at Sammy, finding her eyes fixed on me, mouth hanging slightly open, legs spread wide, hand resting on her crotch, breasts and belly straining the front of her tight tee.

Watching, I see her eyes, she blinks, realising that I've stopped, am looking at her. She licks her lips, smiles without changing her pose.

I carry on.

Fashioning the end of the ankle rope into more loops, making a slip knot, I roll onto my belly, ready for the hard part. Twisting the wrist loops into a figure eight to make them tighter still I force one wrist in, then manoeuvre and guide the ankle ropes loop so it rests in the middle of my figure eight.

Grunting, rocking from side to side on my belly facing Sammy, seeing her eyes fixed on me still, I mange to eventually slip my other wrist into the loop. Now all I need do is pull wrists and legs in opposite directions, working the slip knot to shrink the ankle loop, completing the hogtie.

"There." Rocking some more, a small struggle and wriggle, testing to ensure I won't simply unravel all my hard work. "All done."
"That's." Standing, coming closer. "It?"
"Well." Fidgeting at her sudden close proximity, sensing more then seeing Sammy leaning over me. Feeling her tug on the rope connecting ankles to wrists. "Usually it's a little more complex looking."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. It's." Having to stop, forced to stop by a small whimper escaping my throat, accompanied by a squirm, a shiver, as Sammy trails her long fingernails across my naked buttcheek.

"So what happens now?"
"Now. Usually.... Um...." Losing my focus, because now she's planting small kisses across my butt.

"Sorry." Dropping down to kneel beside the bed, bringing her face to my level, smiling lips not too far from mine. "I'm. Well." Leaning in to brush her lips across mine. "Let's be fair you are basically naked. And." A second brush. "Really fucking cute."
"Well." Wriggling my bound body closer. "How about you kiss me then." Licking my lips. "Stop being such a fucking tease."

She tastes of cigarettes, a harsh almost tongue burning sensation. Sammy kisses me hungrily, throwing her whole body forwards onto the bed, onto me. The sheer weight of her pushes me back, rolls me over as she climbs up to straddle me, one leg either side, body pressing down onto mine.

Her hands seeking out my breasts, kneading, groping. Hungry.

Kissing me forcefully, gasping, not coming up for air instead sucking it from me even whilst I'm doing the same.

Pinned underneath her, helpless due to both the ropes and her bulk, I squirm, doing my best to match her pelvic thrusts to mine, grinding my naked pussy against her jeans clad crotch.

The orgasm rips through me. Sudden. Violent and loud as I scream into Sammy's open mouth, feeling her grin.

"What are...? You...?" Groggy, that post climax lull, tired, content. I, laid on my side, look across, up, finding Sammy stood next to the bed, phone out, taking photos of me.

"Oh. Well." Grinning. Click. Click. "You did say you'd model for me. So." Click. Shrugging.

"Right." Nodding, the idea, the fact of her, a stranger I just fucked, who just fucked me, taking photos of my close to naked helpless and spent body, is making me tingle all over again. I smile, spread my legs. "Best get all the good angles then huh."

Grinning back, blowing me a kiss, Sammy carries on.

"Should I." Gesturing at me, phone put away. "Get you out of that or something?"
"Oh." Shaking my head to clear it, still flooded, my whole system, with the high of being tied up in front of someone, of being fucked. I shake my head. "No. S'okay I've got it. Just." Starting to wriggle, to seek out the slack and easy to reach knot I know I left somewhere. "Takes a minute."
"Well." Leaning back in, kissing me. I stop trying to escape, losing myself to her kisses again, groaning as Sammy reaches in for another grope of my F cups.

"Sorry."
"Don't be." Looking up at her, stood over me, looming. I smile lazily. "Why don't you come back down here and kiss me some more."
"Tempting. But." As if on queue a phone, not mine, begins ringing. "Sorry."

Blowing me a kiss, flashing a final smile, Sammy semi bolts from my room, phone being dug from her jeans butt pocket even as my front door swings shut on her.
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Wow! You are very productive! I will need a bit time to read it thoroughly before commenting - after a first quick once over? Well done!
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Whoa! Short, intense and hot (like Sammy?!) Hopefully the escape is completed soon for Brooke's sake!
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Quite the strange scenario, but then again, as they say, the truth is often stranger then fiction. Or to put it another way, stranger things have been known to happen.

A little concerning how easily she trusted a total stranger, but it is certainly consistent with her general manner.

Hope Plymouth did indeed remember to leave some slack... Else she might be getting yet another self-imposed lesson on her tendency to not always think things through.
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tickletied84 wrote: 1 year ago Hopefully the escape is completed soon for Brooke's sake!
BlissfulMisery wrote: 1 year ago Hope Plymouth did indeed remember to leave some slack... Else she might be getting yet another self-imposed lesson on her tendency to not always think things through.
This here is the trouble with story writing, sometimes things get left out. Or. Not left out, but something you didn't consider (such as the fact self bondage can indeed lead to a person becoming properly stuck, oops) is then pointed out by others :lol:

Fear not, Brooke isn't stuck. She's fine, as the next chapter (soon) will testify.
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018.

Disney World, as most of the online guides- both written and video -informed, isn't a one day thing. Not if you want to relax, see it all. Why come all this way, spend the money, only to rush.

Fayth messages late afternoon.

'All done. Wanna guess who I'm playing? lol x'

'Hero or villain?'

I send back, thinking of Fayth's build, her hair. Shaking my head moments later, remembering my own costume, the blonde locks that aren't mine. Added to which we're not attempting total accuracy. It's cosplay after all, so long as you look the part it's enough.

'Hero x'

With a winking face emoji, followed seconds later by.

'You aren't the only one wearing fake hair x'

'So no capturing each other then? x'

'Think there's a third girl? Possibly Poison Ivy? x'

'Nice x'

Nodding to myself, standing in line for what is, I've decided, my last ride, after which I'll tour the shops whilst walking back to my car, before driving directly to Fayth's hotel out at Daytona Beach.

'See you for a late dinner?'

'Definitely x'

So far, professionally speaking, I've tied up and fucked Fayth, as she has me, but we've yet to be damsels together.

Should be interesting.

"Brooke." Entering the hotel lobby at speed about ten minutes after I'd messaged my arrival. Fayth, all smiles and cleavage, the two details I pick out as she bears down on me like a ship under full sail.

Putting the magazine- some generic woman's fashion thing, not my tastes at all -I was browsing down, I just about manage to stand before she's upon me, arms thrust out wide, sweeping me into a hug.

"You look." Pushing me back, holding upper arms, smiling some more. "Great."
"Yeah?" Looking down at myself, the pale blue figure hugging dress, thin shoulder straps and a deep scooped neckline, a slight flare below the waist. I'd paired this with my leather jacket and black Adidas to make the day walking laps at Disney World easier. "Not sure I feel clean anymore though."

"You came straight from the park?"
"I did." Nodding. "Made sense."
"Not too tired?"
"I mean." Feeling around inside myself, Fayth, looking at me with a small smile. "Nah." Smiling back. "I'm just hungry."
"Shall we eat here?" Backwards nod towards the hotel restaurant, double doors of dark wood with polished gold handles, thrown wide open, inviting. "I don't know the local area."
"Here is fine." Gesturing Fayth to go first. "So long as they've got space."

They do. We're late, as far as normal dinnertime goes, so the restaurant's empty enough that we even get a good booth. Following Fayth I can't help but give her outfit a once over: tight white jeans showing off a nice butt, fitted pink vest top which I know has a deep front like my dress, plus a dark red zip front hoodie worn open.

We're still looking over the menu's when a waiter appears beside our table.

"Drinks. Ladies?"
"I'll ha-"
"-Can we get a bottle of vodka." Over riding me, Fayth holds up two fingers. "Two shot glasses. Please."
"But." Shaking my head. "I drove here."

Fayth looks at me, looks right at me, in the eyes.

"You don't need to drive home."

I'd swear I felt the static jump between us.

"Oh."

Fayth's lips tilt at the corners, a small smile, which grows as my own mouth spreads into a wide grin.

"Vodka." Turning to nod at the waiter, smiling himself, picking up prehaps on the undercurrent of what just went down. "Two glasses."
"Of course ladies." Nodding, scribbling on his pad. "I'll be back for your food order."

"Cheers." Clinking my small glass to hers across the table, downing my shot in one. Grimace at the sudden burn.

"I'm. Um." Eying her own glass, still full, not yet picked up. Fayth looks at me. I can see her working something out. I wait.

"I'm." Shake of her head. "Well. Look. Before." Quick grin. "In my house, I know I was wasted both times I. Um."
"Enjoyed my videos?"
"Well." I raise an eyebrow, Fayth smirks. "Yes. But. Listen. Brooke. I don't want you to think this." Waving at the vodka bottle. "That I need to get shitfaced before we can...."
"Shhhh." Leaning forwards across the table, reaching, stroking a hand down Fayth's cheek. I smile at her. "It's okay."

Courage. She means. Not shitfaced, but drunk enough to breach her own nerves at finally deciding to do this. To do me. Fayth wants us to fuck, but she's nervous. The vodka will take care of that.

We eat, and drink, matching each other shot for shot.

Waiting for dessert, a shared ice cream thing, drizzled in chocolate, I cross over to Fayth's side of the booth. Being bold, making the move so she doesn't have to.

"Help you?" Giving me a nervous but excited smile as I scoot closer.

"I'm here for that kiss you promised." Not stopping until I'm pressed against her, my body turned to the side, F cups squashing Fayth's arm.

Downing a shot I gently turn and tilt Fayth's head, pushing her lips to mine, kissing, opening my mouth wide to let the alcohol swirl and tumble between us.

Holding out a glass, watching as Fayth downs the shot before we kiss again.

Only not as cleanly, feeling cold vodka dribble down off my chin into my cleavage.

"Oops." Laughing as we separate. Gasping as Fayth, bold too now, bends her head down, licking deep between my breasts, lapping up the spillage.

Coming up for air our eyes lock, another charge jumping the gap.

"Take me upstairs and fuck me." I whisper. "Or I swear I'll ruin you right here on this table."

Moments later we're tumbling from the restaurant, a pile of cash, a handful of whatever we both dug from our pockets, dumped on the table. Bottle of vodka in Fayth's hand, her other arm around me, hand up under my dress, stroking my butt.

My own hand is plunged down inside her jeans, gripping her cheek. Nails digging in.

In Fayth's room I don't give her a chance, not to suggest. Well. Anything. Nor to take any kind of charge herself. My blood is up, I'm super fucking horny.

The door swings shut, self locking, as I tumble us onto the bed, Fayth barely having time to deposit the still half full vodka bottle onto the bedside table.

Clothes come off in fits and starts, shoes kicked, jackets shrugged, left to puddle. My dress pulled up and off, tossed away.

Somehow Fayth- though in truth I'm a far from unwilling accomplice to the deed -manages to turn the tables on my plans of leading the way, stripping me naked whilst still retaining all her clothes.

It's a power move of sorts, one which sends shivers down my spine.

"I." Laying atop me, running a hand through my long black and grey ash like hair, her other resting on my breast.

Like a broken record. A paused movie. Fayth lays atop me, frozen but gazing down with a content smile.

Because this is new ground, she knows how to take charge, years of pornstar practice have shown her how to play, but not when the cameras are off. When there's no rope.

No script to follow.

Staying underneath, enjoying the press of her clothed body, the nakedness of mine, I show her the way. Tilting and leaning my head I bridge the distance, kissing Fayth, touching the hand on my breast, squeezing it so she squeezes me before gently gripping her hair to keep our lips locked. My other hand on her butt, gentle scratches up and down.

We begin slow. Finding our way as all first times must, each unsure of just what the other prefers and enjoys. Where does Fayth like to be touched?

Showing her, responding with moans and a show of my climbing arousal when she bites my nipple. Say yes. More. Please.

We start slow, but it doesn't take long for things to build, for lust and want to take over, speeding things up.

"Tie me." Panting, underneath now, we've rolled, and rolled. Exploring and kissing and groping and licking. We've both tasted the others pussy. Now Fayth, looking up into my eyes, her own gone far off, lost in the pleasure. Kisses me fiercely. "Bind me tightly, now. Plymouth."

She's lost, slipping into porn. Forgetting in the moment, her body ruled by want and need, that this isn't a shoot.

Doesn't matter.

I kiss her back, grinning into her responsive mouth, one hand on each perfect D cup. Squeezing. Making her moan and arch beneath me. "Sure thing pretty lady."

Rolling off the bed I stalk the room, searching out anything, something, in this room devoid of rope.

Fayth, rolled on her side, watching me whilst slipping a finger in and out.

"Right you." Jumping, it feels like, back up onto the bed. "Come here."

Fayth giggles, the drunk girl bubbling to the surface, as I strip and bind her, switching out to moans as I pull various not ropes- scarves, a bathrobe belt from the ensuite, a pair of thigh high socks I found in her suitcase -tight, making her mine.

"That what you call a hogtie," wriggling, humour on her face and in her voice, "is it?"
"Good enough to keep you down." Kneeling beside her, hands on hips.

"Well...." More wriggles, bouncing her body up and down. A pleasant sight. Fayth snorts laughter. Grins. "Yeah."

Some kind of silk scarf, very skinny material, binds her ankles crossed together. The knots, without meaning to, are very small. I'll probably have to bite it off her.

Ha.

In contrast wool scarves and the socks bind Fayths arms and chest. Somehow I've got her wrists pinned behind her, forearms horizontal, breasts not properly squeezed but still bracketed by my bindings. Somehow, and being drunk myself I'm not quite sure exactly what I've done, just that I tugged and pulled and knotted whilst Fayth mostly giggled and wriggled and sometimes moaned.

The point is that somehow I've actually managed to hogtie her quite well, the bathrobe cord, fluffy like a towel, connects ankles to the mess at her back.

"Come and take advantage of me then?" Hopeful, all eyes, cute and not quite pleading. She wants me. In answer I drop down from kneeling to laying, attacking, using hands and tongue.

Fayth doesn't last long.

Although, granted, nor do I, after, kneeling, crotch hovering over Fayth's lips, letting her return the favour whilst I idly toy with both her breasts and mine.

After. Untied. We cuddle, a tangled mass of limbs, no doubt both snorning loud enough to keep the other awake were we not both so drunk, so spent.

Tomorrow, after the shoot with Jordan, Fayth flies back home.

We talked about this, messages exchanged alongside the occasional flirt. Her, worried, making sure I understood that, if we did do that thing we might do- that we just did do -it wouldn't be anything except a one off.

Or, I'd sent, prehaps a two or three off, if she can keep up with me.

Winking, getting digital laughter, a whole army of emoji, back.

Fayth's point, perfectly logical, is that she's not looking for anything permanent, or serious. With me.

Which was, is, fine. I like Fayth, and no doubt I'll like her even more in the morning. No doubt we'll smirk, often, whenever we meet.

No doubt any future shoot I do with her- tomorrow for instance -will carry an extra, unseen by everyone else, undercurrent.

Fun times. I'm glad she decided it was worth trying, that she chose to try with me.
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Post by tickletied84 »

Well that definitely was a fun time...although not sure it's one of the regularly advertised 'after hours' experiences on offer at Disney :lol:

Glad they could both overcome their nerves, even if it required vodka, to enjoy each other and expand Fayth's experiences.
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Post by GreyLord »

Wonderful, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention]. Disney caters to all kinds of alphabet soup. Perhaps they cater BDSM as well.

Faith has become one of my top favorites.
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