Chapter 5
A model takes a part in a FF bondage wrestling shoot
Sharon still had this funny look on her face. I tried to categorize it as an actor. Her smile just went... crooked or something. Like she was staring at me like a piece of meat. No! Not meat. My brain clicked to the right word. Prey! My pitiful gagged queries to be let go only seemed to increase the oddity of the looks that flitted across her face.
"MppphFF! MFFFF!" I garbled through the tape on my mouth.
She just grinned more uncertainly.
"You were really good today, MJ. I'll give that to you. You have talent. You made this film better than almost any others we have made." She looked thoughtful. "Lisa is exploring new horizons upstairs so we have some time, I think. How about we see about exploring new worlds for you too?"
I froze completely when she said that, trying to get my head around what she meant.
I found out almost instantly.
She bent, grabbed the drag handles of the mat I lay on and pulled forcefully with her legs. The mats were coated in plastic. They slid easily and she pulled it, with me still on top of it, to a nearby door which she opened forcefully with a hip.
"Mmmm! Mmmm! Ngggn!" I yelled surprised, but suddenly fully aware that I was completely helpless on that mat.
I tried to roll sideways off the mat. Too late.
She folded each corner of the mat up in a flash so that I now looked like a hot dog in a bun. With a strong series of yanks, she dragged the whole kit and caboodle of me and the mat through the choke point of the doorway and into the next room. She flicked on lights and I realized the room there was rigged similarly to the room we had just been in. This room though had thick white panels on all the walls, the door and the ceiling too. She slammed the thick looking door shut and as I watched through wide eyes, she threw a heavy bolt to lock it. No one was coming in without a battering ram.
She turned and looked down at me with an ironic look.
"So... don't worry about anything lass. This room is different from that room only by the soundproofing. The house's owner was a musician and wanted to record his music pure without background noise. No noises escape from in here either. It is just you and me and we won't be disturbed. You can yell a lot...I've... eh...tested how well it works a couple times." She smirked this last bit while I stared at her helplessly with wide eyes over a sea of gray tape that covered my lower face.
"Of course, this room is only for selected cast and crew after the last film of the day. This is where we film the special parts to our little movies. The second part as it were. Part deux. After regular filming is the best time when we can arrange some alone time with a model. Congratulations! We have chosen you." She said brightly. "Don't worry, MJ. You will get paid in full for your first performance...and then again also for any sequel filming like this, dear. We are honest. I pay double rate actually for sequels just so you know. A nice chunk of change for you!"
She went to the camera tripods and obviously activated them along with the photography lights while I squirmed about. I lifted my head at the neck and yelled urgently at her through my gagging. She ignored my muffled shrieks and any restless twitching about I was managing.
Then she turned back, pulled my mat to what was obviously the hot shot spot and then stood above me grinning down.
Then she looked up straight into the Camera.
"Of course, we all know MJ here has learned her lesson by being forcefully bound and gagged. But that isn't all she has to do to make things up to me. MJ as a few other tasks to perform before we make up from our... earlier disagreement. But we will! We will. Even though MJ is bound and gagged and helpless, we are going to find some common ground and learn to stay friends here in Lesbian Housewives Wrestle Bondage -- Part Two!" She ended brightly.
She gave her most cheeky grin and then reached back and casually untied her own top and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were in full view now and her brown nipples were hard little pebbles that poked out. Without hesitation, she hooked thumbs in her bikini bottom and she pulled it down too and stepped out of it in a fluid motion.
Unlike most regular models she wasn't completely shaved and had a neat triangular bush.
"Oh look!" She said in mock astonishment to the audience. "I am completely nude! How could that have happened? Frankly it is hot and sweaty work wrestling old MJ here to the mats...and tying her up. She gave me quite a fight." She hesitated a moment. "Oh! And gagging her too! I like to relax a bit after working so hard. Well..." She shrugged broadly."... fair is fair. I feel that MJ here shouldn't be dressed when I have to go around naked. Do you?" She spoke directly to the camera. Then she looked right at me. "After all, she lost the bondage challenge. And losers don't dictate the terms of their surrender, do they? Time to strip her!"
She knelt and deliberately rolled me onto my side. She meant it. I arched my body back and forth frantically in protest while she gripped my shoulder and held me there so the whole world could watch.
"MmmmF! Mmmmm! MMMMMF!" I cried as she very slowly and deliberately untied my bikini top between my shoulder blades and the back of my neck. She eased it off me through the blocking ropes and pinned limbs.
I was shaking my head and yelling 'Ngn! Ngh!" As my top came free, I felt my tits settle to the side as I lay there. They were not huge and as a model I felt they would still look great in that position, but it was hard to concentrate on professional considerations while some woman was stripping me against my will.
She let me flop onto my back again then.
My breasts were now on full view of the cameras. To be frank my pink nips on them were hard too, though how much was fright and how much was how I had enjoyed some of the things that had happened before, I could not say. I have long nipples and they looked obscene poking up at the sky like two thick pencil erasers.
She smiled at me and then kneeling again she put her hands on one of the bikini bottom ties at my hip and pulled the knot open.
"Oops!" She said mockingly, looking right at my glaring face. "The knot came undone. You can see the naked flesh on your hip. Wow! Hope the other knot is OK. Let me check it for you..." She reached across my hips, clearly intent on untying the bow on the other hip. I pulled frantically on my tied wrists. Nothing new happened. I had a small amount of give in the ropes above the balls of duct tape where my fists should be and I wiggled them to hit weakly at her hands and discourage her. Utterly ineffectual, but the only protest I had. It only made her giggle and move to sit down on my lower belly. She reached up slowly, gently and delicately and staring into my eyes as she untied the knot on my left hip "Oh-oh! Wardrobe malfunction!" She played to the camera. "Looks like MJ's bikini bottom has come loose. Let me help her fix it." She began to methodically extricate the swim suit bottom from under that damned crotch rope. It wasn't easy. There was a lot of rope down there and I was trying with my duct tape fist mitten hands to block her the whole time. I wriggled my whole body in protest and made muffled pleas for her to stop all the while. Intensely aware of the gusset material as it dragged across my labia and clitoris.
