Bondage model by choice... (MMF/FFFF)
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Great change of pace chapter to keep the story moving but to add depth and insight to the characters showing they have a human element. Bravo. Shows the immense talent of the author. Amazing job.
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nice chapter
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I never actually looked at it, but since you mentioned it, thanks for pointing it out. I did see that Hitchhiker is also past 1000 replies (and some other stories like the saga from @wolfman).
All in the family is getting close too with 960 messages.
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Wish this would happen to me.
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Thanks for commenting. Yeah, I know the feeling. Who knows what will happen...
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199 - Cubes
Winona could not see anything, she could not hear anything, other than her own breathing, and speaking was almost impossible. Grunting was about the only way of communication that she had. This was by far one of the scariest bondage sessions she had done. And to be honest, she could not wait to get out of this mess.
“I hope they are done soon.” Winona thought.
Her thoughts were copied by the other three models that were in the same predicament. Linda, Diana and Misty were in the same position as she was. Although neither could communicate with the others. Communication, at least sensible communication, was impossible because their heads were all encased in foam.
“This movie is getting weirder and weirder by the day. Good thing this is the last shoot that they must do.” Jim said to Robert.
Both men were monitoring the 4 prisoners. All 4 ladies were naked, no surprise there as the director had constantly insisted on them being naked. They were also tied at wrists, elbows, knees and ankles with black ropes. The scene required them to just stand against posts at different spots on the set, so additional rope was used to tie them to the poles.
“At least we are flying home tonight.” Robert replied, keeping an eye on the women.
“Back to some normality.”
“Can’t wait. I bet after these weird bondages, that the girls will relish a normal hogtie.” Robert grinned.
It had taken time again in make-up to prepare the girls. All their hair was hidden under bathing caps. They each got a modified breathing mask with a head harness that covered their nose, before medical tape was wrapped around their heads, making sure that the mask could not move. A special 2-piece mold was wrapped around their necks and foam was poured into it. It expanded, which was scary for the 4 models as the foam blocked everything. After the foam hardened, the make-up team cut it square and painted it. The girls’ only connection to the outside world was the breathing mask. Jim and Robert had guided them to the set, they were tied once they were on the set. Just like last time when they had their eyes and mouth covered, people looked at them with amazement. Once they got on the set, Jim and Robert applied the ropes, making sure the ropes were snug, but did not have pressure points. Then the waiting started, as usual, for the rest of the cast to show up. The shoot itself would only last about 30 minutes according to the director’s assistant, but it took for a multitude of reasons an hour before the shoot started.
“I wonder what it is like.” Jim said to Robert.
“What? Having your head encased in foam? Not sure I want to find out.” He replied.
They kept a close eye on the women. They had agreed on a few signals the girls could use to indicate they were in distress. Even the director had mentioned that whenever Robert and Jim saw any of the women being in trouble, to ignore what was going on and help them.
“Their lives are more important than this movie.” He had said.
But so far none of the women had indicated to be in trouble, so Robert and Jim stood back.
“Cut. It is a wrap.” The director finally called.
Jim looked at his watch.
“Wow, 34 minutes. That was actually pretty good.”
The director came over and thanked Jim and Robert.
“Please convey my thanks to the models, they were great.”
“Will do.” Robert said as he released Linda from the pole she was tied to.
He did not talk to her, as he knew she would not be able to hear him with the foam encasing her head. They had discussed the procedures beforehand, so they knew what was going to happen. Somehow it was hot, seeing his wife, and the others, with their heads encased. He put the bathrobe back on her, covering her naked body. Once done with Linda, he worked on releasing Winona, while Linda stood still, waiting for a signal. Jim untied Diana and Misty.
“All good?” Jim asked Robert once they had all four women covered up with bathrobes, which still looked weird, 4 women with their heads replaced with foam blocks.
The foam was not too bad, Linda found. It was light, but the fact that it covered her whole head was still scary. At least in an emergency she knew that Robert and Jim could tear the foam apart without hurting her, as the foam did not touch her skin, due to the bathing caps and medical tape.
“Let’s go.” Robert replied.
Each led two women to the makeup area, where the foam would be removed. People in the studio stopped and stared as they walked by. Most people knew the film that was being made here was weird, but seeing the women with their heads encased was still a weird site. Michelle and Mia were waiting for them.
“Put them in a seat, boys.” Mia said.
“If you want, you can each do one yourself. Just follow our lead.” Michelle stated.
It took a lot less time, as they did not have to wait for the foam to harden, to remove the foam. Removing the medical tape required a bit more care, but even that went easy enough and each of the women could breathe freely again. After removing the last bits of tape and the swimming caps, they were all done. Although they all had marks on their face from the tight tape and foam.
“Oh, wow, that feels good.” Diana said, touching her skin on her cheeks.
There were mirrors in front of the makeup chairs, so they could all see what their faces looked like.
“An hour or so and a nice hot bath and all will be gone.” Mia said.
For the four women these were not the first marks to wear, they knew the drill. They knew it would all disappear.
“It was a pleasure working with you.” Michelle said. “Thank you.”
“Thank you.” Diana said. “And you.” Nodding to Mia.
“Have a good trip back home.” Mia said.
“Looking forward to it. But first let’s go to our kondo and a nice hot shower.” Linda said.
“Or bath.” Misty said.
Out of the four women, she was probably the least experienced, but she had done great.
“The bus is waiting.” Jim said.
After quickly changing in the dressing room, they took the bus back to their condo. The others in the group had been waiting for them and had lots of questions. Especially after Jim showed a few photos.
“Whoa. That looks intense.” Liz said.
She had not been scheduled for this shoot as she was a bit claustrophobic.
“Glad I did not have to do that.”
“I need a shower; you guys can talk to Robert and Jim. Later…”
Linda walked to her room and disappeared. Diana and Misty followed. Winona hugged Magnus.
“Waiting for me, are you?” She grinned.
“I’ve got my ticket for the flight tonight.” He replied.
They had discussed Magnus coming to the US for a while.
“Are you sure you should have done this shoot? You are still recovering.” Magnus said.
“I know sweety, but I wanted this. It was so weird. And I am fine. There was nobody sexually stimulating me, so I managed. Unless what will happen next.”
She grabbed Magnus by his shirt and pulled him towards the stairs that led to her bedroom.
“Have fun.” Marina called out. “The buss will be here in 4 hours. I ordered some food, so we can eat before heading to the airport. FedEx will take care of our luggage.”
Jim always shipped their luggage by courier. The chances they lost your bags were a lot slimmer than risking it with the airlines.
“Okay.” Magnus called out, while following Winona.
“Anybody else?” Marina asked, laughing.
They were all looking forward to getting home. Their flights were all around the same time, although different destinations and airlines for some of them. Jim grabbed a beer out of the fridge and sat down on the couch.
“Can’t wait to get to the cabin.” He sighed, before taking a sip.
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199 - Cubes
Winona could not see anything, she could not hear anything, other than her own breathing, and speaking was almost impossible. Grunting was about the only way of communication that she had. This was by far one of the scariest bondage sessions she had done. And to be honest, she could not wait to get out of this mess.
“I hope they are done soon.” Winona thought.
Her thoughts were copied by the other three models that were in the same predicament. Linda, Diana and Misty were in the same position as she was. Although neither could communicate with the others. Communication, at least sensible communication, was impossible because their heads were all encased in foam.
“This movie is getting weirder and weirder by the day. Good thing this is the last shoot that they must do.” Jim said to Robert.
Both men were monitoring the 4 prisoners. All 4 ladies were naked, no surprise there as the director had constantly insisted on them being naked. They were also tied at wrists, elbows, knees and ankles with black ropes. The scene required them to just stand against posts at different spots on the set, so additional rope was used to tie them to the poles.
“At least we are flying home tonight.” Robert replied, keeping an eye on the women.
“Back to some normality.”
“Can’t wait. I bet after these weird bondages, that the girls will relish a normal hogtie.” Robert grinned.
It had taken time again in make-up to prepare the girls. All their hair was hidden under bathing caps. They each got a modified breathing mask with a head harness that covered their nose, before medical tape was wrapped around their heads, making sure that the mask could not move. A special 2-piece mold was wrapped around their necks and foam was poured into it. It expanded, which was scary for the 4 models as the foam blocked everything. After the foam hardened, the make-up team cut it square and painted it. The girls’ only connection to the outside world was the breathing mask. Jim and Robert had guided them to the set, they were tied once they were on the set. Just like last time when they had their eyes and mouth covered, people looked at them with amazement. Once they got on the set, Jim and Robert applied the ropes, making sure the ropes were snug, but did not have pressure points. Then the waiting started, as usual, for the rest of the cast to show up. The shoot itself would only last about 30 minutes according to the director’s assistant, but it took for a multitude of reasons an hour before the shoot started.
“I wonder what it is like.” Jim said to Robert.
“What? Having your head encased in foam? Not sure I want to find out.” He replied.
They kept a close eye on the women. They had agreed on a few signals the girls could use to indicate they were in distress. Even the director had mentioned that whenever Robert and Jim saw any of the women being in trouble, to ignore what was going on and help them.
“Their lives are more important than this movie.” He had said.
But so far none of the women had indicated to be in trouble, so Robert and Jim stood back.
“Cut. It is a wrap.” The director finally called.
Jim looked at his watch.
“Wow, 34 minutes. That was actually pretty good.”
The director came over and thanked Jim and Robert.
“Please convey my thanks to the models, they were great.”
“Will do.” Robert said as he released Linda from the pole she was tied to.
He did not talk to her, as he knew she would not be able to hear him with the foam encasing her head. They had discussed the procedures beforehand, so they knew what was going to happen. Somehow it was hot, seeing his wife, and the others, with their heads encased. He put the bathrobe back on her, covering her naked body. Once done with Linda, he worked on releasing Winona, while Linda stood still, waiting for a signal. Jim untied Diana and Misty.
“All good?” Jim asked Robert once they had all four women covered up with bathrobes, which still looked weird, 4 women with their heads replaced with foam blocks.
The foam was not too bad, Linda found. It was light, but the fact that it covered her whole head was still scary. At least in an emergency she knew that Robert and Jim could tear the foam apart without hurting her, as the foam did not touch her skin, due to the bathing caps and medical tape.
“Let’s go.” Robert replied.
Each led two women to the makeup area, where the foam would be removed. People in the studio stopped and stared as they walked by. Most people knew the film that was being made here was weird, but seeing the women with their heads encased was still a weird site. Michelle and Mia were waiting for them.
“Put them in a seat, boys.” Mia said.
“If you want, you can each do one yourself. Just follow our lead.” Michelle stated.
It took a lot less time, as they did not have to wait for the foam to harden, to remove the foam. Removing the medical tape required a bit more care, but even that went easy enough and each of the women could breathe freely again. After removing the last bits of tape and the swimming caps, they were all done. Although they all had marks on their face from the tight tape and foam.
“Oh, wow, that feels good.” Diana said, touching her skin on her cheeks.
There were mirrors in front of the makeup chairs, so they could all see what their faces looked like.
“An hour or so and a nice hot bath and all will be gone.” Mia said.
For the four women these were not the first marks to wear, they knew the drill. They knew it would all disappear.
“It was a pleasure working with you.” Michelle said. “Thank you.”
“Thank you.” Diana said. “And you.” Nodding to Mia.
“Have a good trip back home.” Mia said.
“Looking forward to it. But first let’s go to our kondo and a nice hot shower.” Linda said.
“Or bath.” Misty said.
Out of the four women, she was probably the least experienced, but she had done great.
“The bus is waiting.” Jim said.
After quickly changing in the dressing room, they took the bus back to their condo. The others in the group had been waiting for them and had lots of questions. Especially after Jim showed a few photos.
“Whoa. That looks intense.” Liz said.
She had not been scheduled for this shoot as she was a bit claustrophobic.
“Glad I did not have to do that.”
“I need a shower; you guys can talk to Robert and Jim. Later…”
Linda walked to her room and disappeared. Diana and Misty followed. Winona hugged Magnus.
“Waiting for me, are you?” She grinned.
“I’ve got my ticket for the flight tonight.” He replied.
They had discussed Magnus coming to the US for a while.
“Are you sure you should have done this shoot? You are still recovering.” Magnus said.
“I know sweety, but I wanted this. It was so weird. And I am fine. There was nobody sexually stimulating me, so I managed. Unless what will happen next.”
She grabbed Magnus by his shirt and pulled him towards the stairs that led to her bedroom.
“Have fun.” Marina called out. “The buss will be here in 4 hours. I ordered some food, so we can eat before heading to the airport. FedEx will take care of our luggage.”
Jim always shipped their luggage by courier. The chances they lost your bags were a lot slimmer than risking it with the airlines.
“Okay.” Magnus called out, while following Winona.
“Anybody else?” Marina asked, laughing.
They were all looking forward to getting home. Their flights were all around the same time, although different destinations and airlines for some of them. Jim grabbed a beer out of the fridge and sat down on the couch.
“Can’t wait to get to the cabin.” He sighed, before taking a sip.
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That was quite the creative last shoot! And the Boys are right: I guess the Ladies will now enjoy a classica hogtie even more! @slackywacky ? This was - as ever - fun to read!
The foam encasement seems harsh, but very inventive, @slackywacky.
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Great chapter. I love innovative bondage like that. Foam head encasement seems rather intense but love that it was applied in a movie context. There is just something I love about hoods and head bondage on a female and how it takes away her senses and makes her really helpless. I applaud you taking that leap of faith and hope you sprinkle it in more going forward.
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Welcome to chapter 200
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200 – Breaking the rules
“I know you.” Linda said.
She was sitting on a chair across from a middle-aged man. She was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. Her hair hanging loose around her face.
“I hope so.”
“We met in Vegas.”
“Correct.”
“You are Slackywacky, right?”
“Good memory.”
“You are a writer.”
“Correct again.”
“What do you write?”
“I write mostly bondage stories, but I have written technical manuals and non-fictional stuff too.”
“Bondage stories? Like what I do?”
“Exactly what you do.”
“How exactly?”
“All your experiences have been written by me.”
“I do not understand.”
“I write a story called ‘Bondage model by choice’. I do write some others too, but this one is important for you.”
“Why?”
“Because it is your story. The main character in the story is you.”
“Euh… what?”
“It is the story that started with a woman who worked for FedEx and delivered a package to a person called Jim.”
“I did that a few years ago!”
“Yes, I know, hence why I said this story is your story.”
“You mean everything I experienced was written by you?”
“Yes, every word in your story was written by me.”
“So, how is it possible that we are talking?”
“Well, since I am the writer, I can break the rules, this is after all fiction.”
“If this is fiction, does that mean you can do whatever you want?”
“Yep.”
Instantly Linda was tied to the chair, a standard kitchen chair with a straight back. A chair type she had been tied to often enough. Her elbows and wrists were tied together behind her back with multicolored rope. Wrists palm to palm, several wraps with a nice cinch and a knot on top of the rope, out of the way of her fingers. Elbows crushed together with similar wraps and cinch. More rope held her body tightly to the back of the chair. The rope accentuating Linda’s full breasts. Her legs were tied at knees and ankles and fixed to the left chair leg.
“How did you do that?”
“I am the writer of your story; I can do anything.”
“Hmmpppffffffff.” Linda mumbled in surprise, as she was suddenly gagged with a ballgag harness.
“See?”
Linda nodded. As quickly as she was gagged, the gag was gone again. The same for the ropes, she was sitting completely free on the chair again.
“Wow. And you have been doing this for a while?”
“I started this story years ago, before 1994. It changed over time, as I removed chapters and added new ones. But at that time, nobody was reading it other than me. I wrote it for myself.”
“But others are reading it now?”
“Yes, as it is published on some websites, like Tugstories.com and DeviantArt.”
“And people like it?”
“It seems so. There are people who care about you, even if you are a fictional character.”
“You mean, for example, they were worried when I was kidnapped?”
“Yes.”
“I have been through a lot, haven’t I?”
“Well, you started as a model with Jim and Diana, which led to a trip to Europe.”
“Oh, I know. The castle, Paris, BondCon in Germany, those were fun times.”
“Robert became a big part of your life. Which was always my intention, as I introduced him in the first chapter.”
“Good thing you did. I love him.”
“You went on a nice Caribbean trip.”
“And got kidnapped.”
“Yeah, I know. I tend to use cliffhangers in the story and not everybody likes it when I leave you as a damsel in distress at the end of a chapter.”
“I can imagine. You made me a gorgeous woman with a great character, so I am not surprised people care for me and don’t like it when you leave me in peril.” Linda grinned.
“You, or Diana, or Winona or any of the many characters I created.”
“You like having me kidnapped.”
“Not really, but it added a darker element to the story. You may have noticed that even when you were kidnapped, you were never in mortal danger. I like my stories to be lighter, I am not killing off characters. Yes, you might have been uncomfortable, but you were never in mortal danger.”
“At least you let me marry Robert.”
“Duh, that was a long time coming. You two deserve each other. Just as some other characters in the story do.”
“But your bondage is hard to get out of and you come up with some interesting positions.”
“What? You do not like a simple hogtie?”
Linda was lying on the floor, tied as she had been on the chair, except now she was in a back bending hogtie. Even her hair was incorporated into the tie. The same gag was back in her mouth.
“You have probably endured many hours of being tied up, I do not really keep track. Hours and hours of restrictive positions with no way out. Alone or with others. I think that is what I like in a bondage position, so that is what happens to you.”
“Hmmppffff.”
“I try to vary positions, using different materials and locations, to keep most people happy. Sometimes there are requests that I know I will never be fulfilled in my stories, as I do not write that way. However, some good bondage never hurt anybody.”
Linda was back to sitting on the chair, completely free.
“At least it does not leave ropemarks.” Linda grinned.
“One thing you might have noticed is that I started to write more sex scenes in the later chapters then in the first ones. I think that was related to when I started posting my stories. But the bondage is still the main thing, having you have an orgasm is just icing on the cake.”
“You can do that too?”
Linda was lying on the floor, completely wrapped up in black tape from toes to head. Only her nose peeked out. A magic wand was taped to her crotch, the buzzing indicating it was working. The helpless woman started to moan, and it did not take long before she bucked against the tape as a powerful orgasm ravished her.
“Yep, I can do that.”
“Wow.” Linda said as she was sitting, nude this time, on the chair again. “Where did my clothes go?”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Not that you have not seen me naked before.” She grinned as her clothes reappeared.
“Euh, technically no, as you are a fictional character, so I have imagined what you look like and I described that in the stories, but I have never seen you in real life.”
“So, what is next for me? I just came back from Canada, working on that weird movie. Now what?”
“First settling down at home again, working some bondage shoots, there will be a crossover again with Jack and Elsa, like in Vegas. After that, I do not really know yet. Something will come up, it always does.”
“Oh, I like Elsa and Jack. Okay, so I will just have to wait and see what you write, right?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, you better tie me up good then, so I do not run away…”
Moments later Linda was ball tied, her arms in a single glove, her head covered with a leather helmet, leather straps holding her in a tight ball with no escape option for her.
“Just the way I like you.” I grinned.
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200 – Breaking the rules
“I know you.” Linda said.
She was sitting on a chair across from a middle-aged man. She was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. Her hair hanging loose around her face.
“I hope so.”
“We met in Vegas.”
“Correct.”
“You are Slackywacky, right?”
“Good memory.”
“You are a writer.”
“Correct again.”
“What do you write?”
“I write mostly bondage stories, but I have written technical manuals and non-fictional stuff too.”
“Bondage stories? Like what I do?”
“Exactly what you do.”
“How exactly?”
“All your experiences have been written by me.”
“I do not understand.”
“I write a story called ‘Bondage model by choice’. I do write some others too, but this one is important for you.”
“Why?”
“Because it is your story. The main character in the story is you.”
“Euh… what?”
“It is the story that started with a woman who worked for FedEx and delivered a package to a person called Jim.”
“I did that a few years ago!”
“Yes, I know, hence why I said this story is your story.”
“You mean everything I experienced was written by you?”
“Yes, every word in your story was written by me.”
“So, how is it possible that we are talking?”
“Well, since I am the writer, I can break the rules, this is after all fiction.”
“If this is fiction, does that mean you can do whatever you want?”
“Yep.”
Instantly Linda was tied to the chair, a standard kitchen chair with a straight back. A chair type she had been tied to often enough. Her elbows and wrists were tied together behind her back with multicolored rope. Wrists palm to palm, several wraps with a nice cinch and a knot on top of the rope, out of the way of her fingers. Elbows crushed together with similar wraps and cinch. More rope held her body tightly to the back of the chair. The rope accentuating Linda’s full breasts. Her legs were tied at knees and ankles and fixed to the left chair leg.
“How did you do that?”
“I am the writer of your story; I can do anything.”
“Hmmpppffffffff.” Linda mumbled in surprise, as she was suddenly gagged with a ballgag harness.
“See?”
Linda nodded. As quickly as she was gagged, the gag was gone again. The same for the ropes, she was sitting completely free on the chair again.
“Wow. And you have been doing this for a while?”
“I started this story years ago, before 1994. It changed over time, as I removed chapters and added new ones. But at that time, nobody was reading it other than me. I wrote it for myself.”
“But others are reading it now?”
“Yes, as it is published on some websites, like Tugstories.com and DeviantArt.”
“And people like it?”
“It seems so. There are people who care about you, even if you are a fictional character.”
“You mean, for example, they were worried when I was kidnapped?”
“Yes.”
“I have been through a lot, haven’t I?”
“Well, you started as a model with Jim and Diana, which led to a trip to Europe.”
“Oh, I know. The castle, Paris, BondCon in Germany, those were fun times.”
“Robert became a big part of your life. Which was always my intention, as I introduced him in the first chapter.”
“Good thing you did. I love him.”
“You went on a nice Caribbean trip.”
“And got kidnapped.”
“Yeah, I know. I tend to use cliffhangers in the story and not everybody likes it when I leave you as a damsel in distress at the end of a chapter.”
“I can imagine. You made me a gorgeous woman with a great character, so I am not surprised people care for me and don’t like it when you leave me in peril.” Linda grinned.
“You, or Diana, or Winona or any of the many characters I created.”
“You like having me kidnapped.”
“Not really, but it added a darker element to the story. You may have noticed that even when you were kidnapped, you were never in mortal danger. I like my stories to be lighter, I am not killing off characters. Yes, you might have been uncomfortable, but you were never in mortal danger.”
“At least you let me marry Robert.”
“Duh, that was a long time coming. You two deserve each other. Just as some other characters in the story do.”
“But your bondage is hard to get out of and you come up with some interesting positions.”
“What? You do not like a simple hogtie?”
Linda was lying on the floor, tied as she had been on the chair, except now she was in a back bending hogtie. Even her hair was incorporated into the tie. The same gag was back in her mouth.
“You have probably endured many hours of being tied up, I do not really keep track. Hours and hours of restrictive positions with no way out. Alone or with others. I think that is what I like in a bondage position, so that is what happens to you.”
“Hmmppffff.”
“I try to vary positions, using different materials and locations, to keep most people happy. Sometimes there are requests that I know I will never be fulfilled in my stories, as I do not write that way. However, some good bondage never hurt anybody.”
Linda was back to sitting on the chair, completely free.
“At least it does not leave ropemarks.” Linda grinned.
“One thing you might have noticed is that I started to write more sex scenes in the later chapters then in the first ones. I think that was related to when I started posting my stories. But the bondage is still the main thing, having you have an orgasm is just icing on the cake.”
“You can do that too?”
Linda was lying on the floor, completely wrapped up in black tape from toes to head. Only her nose peeked out. A magic wand was taped to her crotch, the buzzing indicating it was working. The helpless woman started to moan, and it did not take long before she bucked against the tape as a powerful orgasm ravished her.
“Yep, I can do that.”
“Wow.” Linda said as she was sitting, nude this time, on the chair again. “Where did my clothes go?”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Not that you have not seen me naked before.” She grinned as her clothes reappeared.
“Euh, technically no, as you are a fictional character, so I have imagined what you look like and I described that in the stories, but I have never seen you in real life.”
“So, what is next for me? I just came back from Canada, working on that weird movie. Now what?”
“First settling down at home again, working some bondage shoots, there will be a crossover again with Jack and Elsa, like in Vegas. After that, I do not really know yet. Something will come up, it always does.”
“Oh, I like Elsa and Jack. Okay, so I will just have to wait and see what you write, right?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, you better tie me up good then, so I do not run away…”
Moments later Linda was ball tied, her arms in a single glove, her head covered with a leather helmet, leather straps holding her in a tight ball with no escape option for her.
“Just the way I like you.” I grinned.
Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
Slackywacky, also @DeviantArt
My active stories:
Slackywacky, also @DeviantArt
My active stories:
- All in the family - Updated 22/05
- Bondage model by choice - Updated 31/05
- Hitchhiker - Updated 30/05
I have one Word for you @slackywacky 
Brilliant!
Imagine me bowing deep.
Brilliant!
Imagine me bowing deep.
Indeed, that was fantastic, @slackywacky. As author, you do have control. Interesting and inventive use of that control in this episode.
A List of my stories:An Unlikely Savior Completed
Spy Task Force Completed
Tale of an Archer Completed
The Bandit Scout on Newhome updated 05/30/23
great chapter well done
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Now my comment on hitchhiker is redundant...