Lisa knelt on the soft, carpeted floor. She was completely naked, except for a jet black leather hood stretched across her face, which stood in stark contrast to her pale skin. Her hands were tied behind her back, which in turn were attached to a rope around her waist. This rope ran between her legs, and looked uncomfortably tight against her crotch. Her hooded face was blind, but the mask had a wide zipper that was open to uncover her mouth. Said mouth had its lips wrapped around a large, pink dildo.
"Mmf, mmnf, mmf." moaned the bound girl, bobbing her head back and forward on the dildo. It was attached to a complicated harness worn by Evie, as if she had the 8 inch rubber cock growing out of her. There was a digital camera on a tripod set up a few feet away, capturing this animated display.
"Suck it, you bitch," said Evie, and slapped the hooded girl when she stopped briefly to catch her breath, "Don't stop, suck it!"
Lisa renewed her efforts, and picked up the pace. She gagged and coughed as the pink member repeatedly hit the back of her throat, but carried on regardless, sticky strands of spittle running down her chin.
This rough blowjob went on for another five minutes or so before Evie got bored, pulled the hooded head away from the strap-on dildo, and spat into its gaping mouth. She then zipped up the mouth hole, and walked away, shutting the camera off.
"That should be enough, babes," said Evie, returning to the bound girl, and unzipping the mouth.
"Did you spit in my mouth??" said Lisa, incredulously, as Evie started to unlace the leather hood.
"Umm. Did you like it?" Evie asked, apprehension in her voice.
"Yeah. I think so." said Lisa.
"Then yes, I did." Evie responded, grinning, "It's not like you haven't tasted my saliva before, anyway."
Evie soon had Lisa untied, and as her friend got dressed, she lay on the bed and browsed through her emails.
"That one should earn us $100. I'll have to make sure my face isn't visible before I send it, though." she said, and looked up at Lisa, "That's close to $400 made today. Minus the cost of the room, and we're still looking at over $150 each."
"Not bad," said Lisa, putting her shoes on, "Any new ones, yet?"
"Just the same old stuff," Evie sighed, "Unless you like licking public toilets, or serious bodily harm, nothing worth mentioning."
"Urgh," said Lisa, making a face.
"Oh, I like this one!" Evie exclaimed, sitting up, "They want you to tattoo "SLAVE: Owned by E" across your chest! Offering $1000 and will pay for the tattoo!"
"No they did not! You just came up with that yourself!" Lisa said, making a snatch for the phone. Evie held it up to her with a smug look.
"Sheesh..." Lisa said, reading the message, "Some people... but nothing permanent, you know that!"
"I wasn't going to say yes!" Evie smirked.
"Suure," Lisa said, sticking her tongue out at her grinning friend, "You ready to go? It's almost checkout time."
Evie hopped off the bed, and packed away the sex toys and camera, and the girls left the hotel room behind them as they headed for the exit.
"I really don't like leaving all that drool on the carpet," Lisa said, looking back, "Someone has to clean that up."
"There are a lot worse things to clean off a hotel carpet than some dribble," Evie said, after handing back the room key at reception, and heading for the door, "They probably won't even know it's there."
"I wonder what they think we're doing," Lisa mused, "To keep repeatedly coming back for just half a day each time. I hope they don't think we're weird."
"Nah," said Evie, as they left the building, "They probably just think we're having sex."
"Oh. Right." said Lisa, blinking.
"Come on, we need to stop at the hardware store before we go home, stock up on supplies."
The hardware store had been frequented often by the girls in the last month. With a big stock of electrical tape, cable ties, rope, and other paraphernalia that could be twisted to their needs, it was almost like their own little BDSM store.
"We need more tape, and see if they have those ratcheting strap things," said Evie, browsing through a selection of colourful cable ties. Lisa wandered over to the unmanned checkout, and looked around for assistance.
"Is anyone there?" she called out, "Could I get some help, please?"
A young man appeared from a door behind the counter, with a puzzled expression on his face. He looked to be in his mid twenties, with lank hair and a somewhat surly demeanor. He wasn't bad looking, in a slightly rough-and-ready way.
"What was that?" said the man, staring at Lisa.
"Uh, could you help me, please?" Lisa said, and when she got no response, went on, "Do uh, do you have any of those straps with the metal ratchet bit?"
"You mean ratchet straps?" the man asked, finally acknowledging the question, and pointed to a corner of the store, "Yeah, just over there."
"Did you find them, Lisa?" Evie called from across the shelves.
"Yeah, I got them." she replied, taking two down and bringing them to the counter. The store assistant looked at Lisa again, and put his head on one side.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked.
"I don't think so..." she said, looking awkward, "I've been in here a few times in the last couple of weeks though, maybe you saw me?"
"Nah. I only started here on Monday." he said. "Perhaps I'm imagining it. Is that all?"
Evie appeared with four rolls of black electrical tape, and a packet of thick white cable ties, which she dumped on the counter.
"And these too, please." she said.
The assistant started ringing the items up, "So, what are you planning with all this stuff?" he asked, casually.
"Oh this is for my boooyfriend," Evie said, in a simpering voice, "He has some stuff to fix, or something. I don't know anything about this stuff!"
Lisa rolled her eyes.
"Oh, I see." said the assistant, "Well, that will be $22.45 please.
Lisa paid the man, as he bagged the items and handed them over.
"Thanks, hope you come again... Lisa, was it?" he said, as they turned to leave the store.
"Uh. Yes." said Lisa.
"I'm David, by the way." he said, smiling. "See you around."
"What was all that "boooyfriennnd" stuff back there?" Lisa asked Evie, as they walked to the bus stop for their ride back home, "It was all I could do to keep a straight face."
"Oh, if you mention a boyfriend early it stops guys coming onto you." Evie said, matter-of-factly, "Usually. You should have done it too. I saw how that guy was looking at you."
"Jealous?" said Lisa, grinning. Evie just pulled a face at her, as the bus arrived to take them home.
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Four days later the girls were back at the hotel. The clerk at reception knew them by name now, which embarrassed Lisa a little. He never commented on why they kept coming back though, so she appreciated the discretion.
Lisa was filming another video showing off her feet. This time she had her big toes tied together, and elastic bands around each bare foot. Evie was snapping them onto the soft soles, eliciting a squeak of pain from Lisa each time.
"And that's a cut." Evie said, putting the camera down. Lisa, whose hands weren't bound, took off her leather hood. It was the second most expensive item the pair had purchased since starting this enterprise, after the new camera. The hood was custom made to her head measurements, had zippers for the mouth and eyes, discreet holes for the nostrils, and laced up seamlessly in the back. When she wore it, she was totally unrecognisable. Lisa loved the dehumanising look of the thing, that it wasn't important who was under there, just that their body was available for abuse.
"That's another easy fifty from Feet-Guy," Evie said, as she checked the camera. Feet-Guy always paid $50, always wanted something simple, and always focused on Lisa's feet in every video. He was their most regular customer.
"If it makes him happy, I suppose," said Lisa, who couldn't see the appeal in feet. He was a good customer, though, and the videos were easy to make.
Evie's phone vibrated, and she pulled it out to check. "Oh, we have an old customer who wants a new video." she said. Returning customers were always good, as they were rarely timewasters.
"Who is it?" Lisa said, taking the elastic bands off her feet. She was totally nude, despite the last video not calling for it. These days she just felt more comfortable to be naked when she and Evie were alone. Evie was very keen to insist, as well.
"Remember when we first started this, and that guy wanted you hogtied in the bath?" Evie said, "Well he's back again, wants something new."
"Oh, yes. What was his name?"
"Umm," Evie said, looking over the email. "He doesn't say. His username is "D-monPainMaster", though. He is offering $250 for a kidnap scene. You up for some roleplay?"
"$250, huh? What are the details?"
"He wants the video to look gritty, as realistic as possible. Wants you to talk in it, too..."
Lisa looked apprehensive, she didn't really like to talk in the videos. Less chance of someone recognising her that way. She recalled how she pleaded for help in the last video they did for him, perhaps he liked that sort of thing?
"I suppose I could," Lisa said, frowning, "For a returning customer."
They discussed the details. D-mon wanted Lisa naked and bound to a chair, with a bag over her head. He insisted she plead for her life, as if the kidnapper was in the room with her. He asked for Lisa to look dirty or beaten-up too.
"Well, dirty is fine." Lisa said, when she saw Evie's evil expression.
"He would like the video to cut from scene to scene, and you look worse in each one, but always in the same chair." Evie said, and then looked concerned, "And he wants you to pee yourself in one of them. What do you think?"
"Think of the mess!" Lisa complained.
"We can do it all in the bathroom," replied Evie, "Tiled floor, easy cleanup."
"Well, it all sounds fine to me," said Lisa, "Anything else?"
