We all learned an important lesson: don't mess with Destiny. It was a hard lesson to learn, but it was one that made me glad I was operating the camera. She might have been an actress, but she was still a gangster at heart. Destiny took my place in prison. Who am I? I am Felice Pryce, or Roxanne Rutledge to my fans. I’ll respond to Felice, FeeFee, Rox, Roxanne, F03, survivor… If it's said respectfully, I’ll respect you back. Welcome to a Maddy Tied Her production!
I’m not the shortest, but I sure feel like it. The film opens with a close-up of Destiny's face while she shakes her head. I’m just 5'2”, and she's 5’8”. Thank God for zoom features on cameras; I’d never get that close-up otherwise. She's looking down, focused on something. I zoom out so her features expand. First that Italian face and the big brown eyes show up. Then her hair becomes visible and with it her blue paisley bandana she's tied into a headband. The long dark hair soon is shown coming past her shoulders. Then we see a blue polo, black jeans, and finally her black block-heeled loafers. She has a stocky frame, and she has muscle. She's looking at her phone.
The camera pans left to show a similarly sized and dressed girl. This one has shorter but brown hair, almost black, and brown eyes. She has beige slacks, and her headband is beige. The loafers on her feet are dark brown. Genevieve might be quiet, feminine, and submissive, but could snap me in two if she really so desired. The sweetness in her eyes tells you she is a quiet lady. She is on her work break, like Destiny, and they are taking a few minutes to unwind and snack. Destiny has a doughnut, and Genevieve has a package of granola bars.
“What are you doing in here?! Get back to work!” comes from another woman.
Enter Penny. Penny has blue jeans, a red polo shirt, a red headband, and black combat boots. As she so often does, Penny has her hair in a braid. She is blonde-haired, brown eyed, irascible, and tough as nails. She's also shorter than me. She rounds her height up to 5’ because she's really at 4’11.55” or something ridiculous like that. The fury in her eyes sets the tone for the film.
The scene is a breakroom. White cabinets line the wall at the top and bottom, and there is a blue counter with a sink at one end. The carpet is industrial gray. In the corner is a round table, and it is at this table Ashley is sitting now. Ashley quietly cleans up the crumbs from her food as if she is complying with Penny's irrational demands. In the middle of the room is a thick metal pole.
“I’m on my break for the next 7 minutes, thank you kindly,” Destiny tersely replies to Penny.
“We need bodies on the floor, you lazy POS. At this time of year! It's a big sale!” Penny snaps.
“Excuse me?” Genevieve starts to get up, “I am sorry. I didn't know you needed us so badly.”
“Sit,” the big Irish-Sicilian orders her colleague, “We signed a contract. Drink some water.”
“You are a lazy good for nothing loafer!” Penny is furious now, “I’m telling HR about this.”
“Oh, no f-ckin’ way!” Destiny shuts the door, “Gen, dear, hold Penny in place,” she goes over to the cabinets and opens a lower door, “I’m puttin’ you in yer place, b-tch!” she has lots of rope.
Genevieve effortlessly takes Penny in her arms and clamps a hand over her mouth. She wasn't in a position to pick sides when she knew her rights were being violated, and now she is fearfully in compliance with Destiny, fearing the consequences of disobedience. Genevieve is so strong she can hold Penny in place without breaking a sweat.
Destiny skillfully uses the clothesline to tie Penny's wrists together behind her back. It's amazing how easily her elbows come together when Destiny ties those as well. Penny tries to kick either of her captors, but she fails miserably in her efforts. With a confident smile, Destiny ties Penny’s ankles as well. She's in her element now, and she just as ruthlessly ties Penny's thighs. They are doing this in the corner by the sink. Penny's anger is now mixed with fears.
“Let her go, Gen,” Destiny takes a seat and takes off her shoes and her socks.
“You f-ckin’ c-nts!” Penny is sweating now, “You're fired! Worse, I’ll sue you for this!”
“I’m sick and tired of you and yer nonstop b-tchin’ and moanin’! Shut the hell up!”
“Gmmmmmm!” Penny eats Destiny's socks and twists her face at the flavor, “Mmmmm!”
“Enjoy those, baby, and be grateful it's only my snack break!” the angry Sicilian has duct tape.
“Gmmmmmm!” the captive can only watch before the 7 layers wrap her head. It smells good.
I zoom in on Penny’s face. She’s breathing heavily. She’s infuriated. She’s scared. She’s not in charge anymore. To make Penny’s life more difficult, Destiny adds a tight but simple harness to her bonds. The harness only has the basic ropes above and below Penny’s boobs and a cinch in the armpits. She squirms and makes muffled sounds into the gag.
“What are you doing to her?!” a voice interrupts the spectacular celebration of anarchy, and the camera pans slowly to show a blue-eyed brunette, “What is wrong with you?! Untie her! Now!”
“Sorry, not sorry, Sarah!” Destiny defiantly crosses her arms, “I’ve had it with management.”
“That doesn’t mean you can tie her up and gag her. And you’re barefoot?! Gross!”
“Yeah, I’m barefoot,” Destiny slips her feet back into her loafers, “And I’m tying you up next!”
“I am sorry, Miss Johnson, but we have to do this to maintain our dignity,” Genevieve adds.
Miss Johnson. Sarah Johnson. Such a generic name for an unique girl. Brown hair. Blue eyes. A tan that is the envy of all her friends. A genuine smile. A meek soul. Tall and svelte. A heart of gold. A charming ability to be either bossy or subordinate as the scene needs. A sweet talent for looking frightened or infuriated. Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Sarah Johnson.
“NO! MMM MMM MMMMMMMMM!” an electric green 2 inch ball gag shuts her right up.
“We cannot have you complaining, Sarah,” Genevieve pushes the gag into her boss’s mouth.
“That’s it, Gen. Buckle it up tight! We don’t want her spitting it out,” Destiny crows proudly.
“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!” Sarah tries to jerk away, but Destiny is tying her wrists.
Sarah’s black slacks compare to Genevieve’s, and her red polo matches Penny’s. Like Destiny, Sarah has block-heels, but her shoes are black pumps. Quite a sexy set. A black headband, also a bandana, of course, adorns her head. She is quite at home in this environment, and she’s also a bondage doll in the making. She’s powerless against the binding of her wrists in front of her, and she’s just as powerless against the binding of her legs. Genevieve and Destiny now are working as a team, and Sarah watches her arms get bound together above her elbows and her legs above her knees. Unfortunately for Sarah, all she can do is drool.
“Get down,” Destiny sternly orders Sarah, but the captive just angrily talks into the ball gag.
The sweet girl tries her best, but she is forced down to the floor. Destiny and Genevieve tie her wrists to her ankles and her elbows to her thighs. A forward hogtie isn’t seen enough, but it can be just as restrictive as a classic hogtie. Sarah yells the entire time, but Destiny is unfazed by the muffled threats coming from the captives. Both Sarah and Penny are in trouble now.
“Let’s give ‘em a fine punishment. Spoiled brats deserve a spankin’!” Destiny beams with pride.
“I agree, mon cher. Let’s give them our best to show we’re always trying on the job,” Gen grins.
Then the sound of spanking fills the air with that glorious THACK! effect that is fine music to my ears. I absolutely love the sound of a good spanking, and I have the second best seat in the house for it because I get to take the camera and capture the spanking of both girls from the side and zoom views of the grinning faces of the captors, the hands striking the captive’s bottoms, and the agonized faces of the captives. It goes something like THACK! “GNNN!” “HA!” with Destiny’s arrogant laughter accompanies some of the sounds and desperate groans. Beautiful!
Genevieve bears no true ill will, and she is seeing this as a cruel game. She can enjoy spanking and tickling in a light-hearted but mean-spirited scene such as this one. I understand discomfort with different elements under different circumstances, but the devilish grin on her face is the true sign of her being relaxed and in her element as the sidekick to Destiny. THACK!
“How about ya sniff this, hmmm?” Destiny puts her shoes up to Penny’s nose.
“Nmmmmm!” Penny shakes her head and turns away.
“How about you, smart-ss?” the shoe goes up to Sarah’s nose, “Well, too bad! Smell it, b-tch!”
“Noooooo!” Sarah turns away, but the shoe follows her nose, “Mmmmmm!” and she drools.
“It's a nice smell, ain't it?” Destiny taunts them, “Just like your delightful attitudes!”
“Well, I see Genevieve and Destiny have turned in their resignation papers,” a voice calmly interrupts the scene.
I start at the ground and go up. Burgundy high heels lead to black pantyhose over thick, stocky legs. Perhaps it's fat, too. As I go up, a black pencil miniskirt follows. Finally, an emerald green satin button-down rounds out the outfit. I pan up to short blonde hair (a bob?) and the disgusted gaze and brown eyes of Katelynn, store owner. She is a terse woman with little patience.
What Katelynn lacks in stature is compensated by attitude. Of course, she is just as tall as Sarah, which isn't that much shorter than Genevieve or Destiny. The heels make a difference, and there is a bit too much dominant pride in Katelynn’s stride. Destiny never backs down from a fight. A clash of the alpha females was in the works right here before me and my camera. Fight, fight!
The fluorescent lights are such a perfect ambiance for a moment like this! It’s white enough that it is bright but artificial enough that it is cold, antagonistic, and formal. The blue-gray walls are a staple of industrialism, and the matte paint fails to reflect the light, projecting a stodginess that is palpable. The only light glow comes off three sources: Katelynn’s shirt, Sarah’s drool, and the tape wrapped around Penny’s head. The drop ceiling is now closing in, and Katelynn expands a little more with the passage of time. She keeps calm and takes a deep breath.
“Untie them, now, and I won't call the police,” Katelynn formally commands Destiny.
“Destiny,” Genevieve's accent is thick and charming, “Do you have more clothesline?”
“I have enough to truss up this b-tch’s tits,” Destiny grabs a coil and throws it to Genevieve.
“I want to truss them up and squeeze them,” the French girl flashes her lesbian side.
“You will do no such thing!” Katelynn says before Destiny grabs her, “Unhand me, you peon!”
“C’mon, Gen! The sooner ya truss her up the sooner I can shut her the hell up!”
Is it obvious now? Destiny might not belong to a criminal gang any longer, but she is a gangster at heart in a comical way. Her bandana exudes confidence, adds a punch of flair, and reinforces her dangerous temper. Katelynn has crossed the line of no return, but she remains defiant. Both are defiant and rude ladies with big busts, but Destiny is strong, mischievous, and crass. The big gangster holds Katelynn against that metal pole.
Katelynn is so stiff they can't tie her elbows together, but wrists can still be tied, either together or crossed. Genevieve opts for together. The harness has plenty to hold with the size of the tits, hugging the bust nicely with the passes above, below, and between. A solid black ball gag goes into her mouth, and that ends her complaints. Now, Genevieve has to tie the legs together, and she ties Katelynn to the pole as well, tying her thighs and legs twice each.
“What is wrong with you?” enter Kaci-Lee, secretary to Katelynn.
“Destiny, quell this girl!” Genevieve is fully part of this now, “I am busy with Miss Silicone.”
“C’mere! I promise you won't get hurt if you cooperate,” Destiny grabs Kaci-Lee by the arm.
“Take these,” Genevieve pauses to remove her shoes and her black socks, “Enjoy, Kaci-Lee.”
“This is preposterous! Unhand me! Untie those three! You're out of control!”
“Actually,” Destiny smugly puts a finger to her mouth, “You and Katelynn are out of control!”
Bright and shiny, metallic silver pumps are on Kaci-Lee’s feet. I want them to put them on my own feet, but I can't do that right now. I love wearing heels because I’m short. It’s my personal problem, but I’m not insecure about it. If anything, I’m glad I’m this way because it makes me who I am. Nevermind I wear a 5 while Kaci-Lee wears an 8. Focusing on Kaci-Lee, she has a fine pair of nude pantyhose that is barely detectable at a distance, and she has a tight, light gray wooly knee skirt that is to die for. The lavender satin blouse perfectly shines in the light.
Destiny has no problem with Kaci-Lee. A big former gangster with a mean streak against sugary sweet Kaci-Lee is no match, and Kaci-Lee gets pinned to the wall so Destiny can tie her up. The flexible girl’s elbows and arms are both tied together. I move the camera to show her face while the clothesline does its duty. Kaci-Lee knows all the words. Wow! Lots of body parts are flying off her lips now, and gone is the saccharine sweet image that had once graced our presence.
Kaci-Lee, Destiny, Katelynn, Sarah, Genevieve, and I are all partial to clothesline. It has a great aesthetic to it, and the naturally off-white color complements nearly all outfits without bias. The harness does a great job of hugging Kaci-Lee’s form, and the shine of the shirt makes her bosom more obvious than Katelynn’s. Four gorgeous babes are bound and gagged in the break room!
For a little variety, Destiny pushes Kaci-Lee up onto the breakroom tape to cross her ankles to tie them. Genevieve uses her own socks to fill the fourth captive’s mouth, and 4 strips of shiny gray duct tape physically seal her lips. It’s a shiny gag for a girl with a shiny outfit, and a hogtie from her ankles to her elbows metaphorically seals the deal. Kaci-Lee is a prisoner of the rogue girls.
“GMMM!” Kaci-Lee looks around the room in a panic, “MMMMMMMM!”
“Oh, the hell!” Destiny puts a hand on her hip and a finger in Kaci-Lee’s face, “SHUT. UP.”
“NMMMMMMM!”
“Forget this cand-ss. Let’s go remind the three b-tches that we’re in charge.”
THACK! Not only does the spanking resume at Genevieve’s hands, but also the smelling of the shoes resumes at Destiny’s hands. Sarah and Penny are forced to take deep breaths of what a few of my friends like to call either “toe/foot gas” or “toe cheese.” They’re fun things to include in any scenario. I prefer to simply think of it as “forced sniffing.” I make sure I get close-ups of their reactions to the smell and the THACK! that pains them. This happens with a calming soundtrack of Katelynn wailing into a ball gag and Kaci-Lee losing her freaking mind. In fact, I will show you Kaci-Lee’s wild struggle just because it is more entertaining at the moment. She’s a natural bondagette of the best kind.
Kaci-Lee moves the hogtie up and down as best as her bound legs allow, and the tight clothesline keeps her from escaping too easily. She’s got quite the imprisonment, and I am sure she likes the dirty socks in her mouth even if that adorable face says otherwise. Her spectacular blue eyes are a story of their own, although the blue is almost entirely replaced by the black of her panic. The over-the-top reactions are making her hair fly around the table and her body as well.
“Let’s leave these motherf-ckers to enjoy themselves and go turn in our resignations to HR.”
“This, Destiny,” Genevieve smiles a bit too eagerly, “Is music to my ears.”
“Naw, beautiful,” Destiny is writing something on a piece of paper, “Their screams are music.”
“You are so correct,” the French girl gives Katelynn a teasing kiss, “Farewell, my sweet.”
“MMMMMMM!” drool pours off Katelynn’s gag and onto her bosom.
“Off we go!” they proudly stride out of the room, putting a “Closed for Maintenance” sign on the door before shutting it, leaving the camera girl alone with the four captives.
I get close-ups of it all. Penny’s impassioned struggle with her strong reactions; Sarah’s fearful squirm in her forward hogtie with drool pouring off her gag; Katelynn’s weak hop, including her bouncing bosom; Kaci-Lee’s slowing desperation as she sinks into defeat. The scene fades out on the sound of one last shriek from the ever-energetic Penny.
THE END
Put in Their Place
Production Date: Saturday, September 17, 2016
| Featuring | Model Name | As |
|---|---|---|
| Ashley Calland | Genevieve Badeaux | Captor Employee #1 |
| Destiny Reilly | Destiny Child | Captor Employee #2 |
| Kendra Kristensen | Penny Nichols | Captive Manager #1 |
| Hannah Jones | Sarah Johnson | Captive Manager #2 |
| Cassie Novak | Katelynn Banks | Captive Owner |
| Alexandra Watkins | Kaci-Lee Masters | Captive Secretary |
| Felice Pryce | Roxanne Rutledge | Camera Girl |
