Except I’m not handsome enough for porn, and I have some ugly ass feet
But as fate would have it, I had a good friend (I’ll call her Abby) who was drop dead gorgeous. Long blond hair, exceptional body, a smile that made your day light up…
She was dating someone already, or I would have asked her out in a heartbeat! Still, we used to hangout all the time and just talk about everything.
Including me being a rigger.
I’d actually taught her fiancé a few things with rope, but not trying to be prideful, the boy needed lots of practice.
Anyway, Abby and I were bitching one day about being unemployed and unable to find work. Her fiancé was in Texas visiting family for the week. I jokingly said, “Hey, at least you still have OnlyFans as an option. I’m an ugly bastard.” (I’m not that bad looking)
“Shut up,” Abby had said, punching me on the shoulder. “Besides, a blonde chick making porn? The market is a bit over saturated.” That’s when it hit me.
“What about a bondage shoot?” I asked, and she looked at me, confused.
“I beg your pardon?”
“We could do a bondage shoot,” I had repeated. “That could make some serious money, and if we’re smart, no one would see your face!” She laughed, and the conversation moved on.
I’d thought it was a good plan.
And apparently, so did she. The next morning, while I was out for a run, I got a text from Abby.
“I want 60%.” I was at her apartment in twenty minutes, despite it being five miles from where I stood. After an hour of negotiating, we settled her 55%, me 45%. We cleaned up her apartment (it was horrible), and then I fetched my camera and bag of ropes and goodies.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked as I laid my ropes on her small coffee table. She wore a simple white shirt and denim shorts, and her golden hair hung loose around her shoulders. I was also happy to see that she was not wearing a bra.
“Hell yeah,” she replied, though she definitely looked a little anxious. I set the camera up so that it could record the door, and then stepped outside, putting on a ball cap and a pair of sunglasses. I also wore a gray suit and fingerless gloves. I knocked, and after a few seconds, Abby answered.
“Yes?”
“Detective Tanner ma’am,” I told her. “May I come in?” Abby stood aside, and I entered. We ran our little story, me being a fake cop who just wanted to get to Abby. After a couple minutes, we got to the scene where I would fake chloroform her. Folded hanky in hand, I grabbed Abby from behind, pinning her arms to her side and clamping the hanky over her mouth. Abby did a great job of struggling, her breasts bouncing under her shirt, her muffled screams sounding perfect. She faked slipping into unconsciousness wonderfully, and as I paused the camera, I said, “Last chance to back out.”
“Oh hell no!” Abby said, her smile wider than I had ever seen. “We are doing this! And screw the blindfold!” I’ll be honest, I’d forgotten about that. We started with her being bound to a chair. Abby sat, waiting patiently for me to select the ropes I wanted.
“Ready?”
“Do your worst!”
I started by pulling her arms around the back of the chair. I tied her hands so that they were palm to palm. As I cinched the rope, Abby spoke up.
“Tighter you wuss!” I grinned, and then did as she suggested. I also made sure to keep the knot away from her fingers. For the first bit of the video, we planned to keep it simple. So after her wrists, I tied her ankles, crossing them first, and then tying her knees.
“And action,” I said, starting the camera again. Abby let her head hang down over her chest, as if unconsciousness. And then she moaned, shaking her head and looking around.
“What’s going on?” she muttered. “What happened? What… what?” She started fighting her bonds, and she started to look panicked.
I won’t lie, my package was starting to stiffen.
“You’re a tough girl to find missy,” I said, moving into view of the camera, but so that Abby was still in plain view. I grabbed her by the chin and lifted her face to look up at me.
“But now you’re all mine.” Abby wrenched her chin from my hand, struggling against her bonds in desperation.
“Let me go!” she demanded. “Let me go right now!” I moved behind her and grabbed her mouth, silencing her.
“You know that won’t happen,” I said, loving the way her lips moved under my palm as she tried to speak. “But I think we better get that mouth of yours handled.” I had a pair of her panties at the ready, and forcing her mouth open, I wadded them inside, filling her mouth. A layer of medical tape was used to seal her mouth shut, and as I stepped away, Abby screamed into the gag, but it was a deadened sound.
“Isn’t that better?” I asked, and Abby glared at me, screaming and cursing into the gag. I let her struggle for a minute or two, occasionally focusing the camera on her naked feet or her heaving chest.
“You look like you could use a few more ropes,” I said after a bit. Pausing the video, I grabbed more and approached.
“You okay?” I asked, and Abby nodded, grinning under her gag. The next ropes went to her upper arms. I pulled the ropes until her elbows were touching. Abby grunted, but other than that made no complaint. More ropes went under and above her breasts, and pulling the ropes right, her chest seemed to double in size. I also added a rope that connected her ankles to her wrists.
“Action!” Abby wailed into her gag, struggling and fighting her bonds. I let her do that for a minute before entering the scene, a switch blade in hand.
“You look a little sweaty,” I told her. “Now just hold still…” Abby could do nothing as I sliced through the thin fabric of her shirt, revealing…
“Damn!” Her tits were perfect. Large and round, staying perfectly up, her nipples hard as rocks. Moving behind her again, I groped her, gripping and pinching, groaning softly as I felt my dick get even harder. Meanwhile, Abby was screaming and ‘sobbing’, trying to free herself from my grip. But it was no good, she could only endure my hands.
I only did that for a few minutes, but they were really good minutes. As I moved away, Abby just sat there, her chest heaving, head down, her shoulders shaking with her muffled sobs.
“Cut,” I said, ending the video. Instantly Abby was back to her cheerful self.
“Ready for the last scene?” I asked, and she nodded eagerly.
I won’t lie, I got this idea from Elaine Hersey. When the camera started rolling, Abby wasn’t on the chair anymore. Instead, her belly was on the chair, her arms now tied in a box tie, and her boobs locked in a pentagram chest harness. The gag was replaced with a red ball gag. The camera was set so that Abby was facing it. I was behind her, undoing her shorts and pulling them and her panties down. Abby’s eyes were wide, and she was struggling and fighting, drool pouring down her chin and onto the chair.
“Pllmph!! Dmmnt! Dmmmnt!!!” she was screaming. The next angle focuses a bit closer on her face, excluding me.
I’m not going to fuck my friend’s fiancé. But even with my pants on, she could definitely feel my hard package against her ass. Her eyes widened even further as I ‘inserted’ myself in her ass. As I started to thrust, she grunted and grunted, and I wrapped my hands, one around her throat, the other grabbing her boobs. This lasted for several seconds, and then the next angle was from the side, and her whole body moved with me, though you couldn’t see me.
The video ended with Abby hogtied on the floor, a pool of drool on the floor, her arms tied in a chicken wing style (her elbows and wrists tied behind her back, with a rope around her shoulders. This served as an anchor for pulling her hands up until her palms were flat against her middle back). The tie was so tight that it was clear she couldn’t last longer than a few minutes.
Afterwards, with Abby fully clothed and the deep rope marks tended to, we shared a cup of hot chocolate and watched the video.
I took charge of getting the video sold, posting pics to different sites and getting immediate requests. Within two months, Abby had $11,000 and I had $9,000.
She did eventually tell her now husband what we did. He was pissed for a bit, and he did give me a black eye. However, after watching the video, and seeing the money we made, he admitted it wasn’t as bad as he’s thought. Abby told me later that he re-enacted the video.
I no longer have the video, due to Abby’s husband requesting that i delete it from my personal stuff. And I never posted the video anywhere, instead just sending directly to the buyer.
Hope y’all enjoyed the story!
