"It's OK, MJ" she said to me, but moved to talk to the camera. "Now that MJ has let us wrestle until I tied her up completely and gagged her, she knew that Phase 1 of out argument was done. She was my helpless bondage doll. That signaled that the wrestling time was over. Then she knew it was time for Phase 2. She accepted my collar and made herself into my hot little bondage pet. Not bad for an ordinary housewife. She is really quite the cute little bondage girl with a belt around her neck. Just following me along. The pet phase is now over though. Now it is time for her final phase. Phase 3. During Phase 3 MJ will demonstrate her total acceptance of her status as loser of Lesbian Housewives Wrestle Bondage! Now she is going to pay the ultimate homage to the winner. The winner is Me! Sharon!" She looked straight at me. "Get down on your knees, MJ. Do it now please!" She finished her speech almost imperiously.
My gut had wanted to resist her ordering me about, but she had also indicated that we were in the final phase of the filming. All I had to do was act out a few final signs of submission and apparently, she would untie me, I would get paid and this shoot would finally be over.
I sighed and went to one knee and then the other without really thinking much about it. I knelt there then looking up at Sharon. She walked over to me and stood right in front of me. I involuntarily went to raise my hands without thinking, which in turn pulled the nylon rope in my crotch upward and flicked my clit. I gave a tiny grunt and bent at the belly a bit, but straightened quickly. My body movement and made me uncomfortably aware that by kneeling there my face was now just inches away from her furry little patch. I figured that was all good for the audience though. They would dig it and its implied lesbian innuendo.
Sharon bent at the waist, her breasts swinging forward and hanging down. They were pretty that way I thought absently. She cupped a hand under my chin.
"You really are a good little girl aren't you, MJ?"
She waited. She was obviously expecting a response.
Time to work acting.
"Uh...Yes, Sharon. I am a good girl." Nothing to object to in that piece of dialogue. Right?
"Yes..." she said. "Very sweet." She caressed my hair, then in a flash went to one knee, slipped one arm around my shoulder and another around my waist. She pulled me fully against her front. I felt her breasts press into mine and her lips were on my own in a soft but passionate kiss. She rolled her soft and rubbery lips around on my mouth and for a moment. Who can say what I was feeling at the point? Perhaps I let her out of a sense of curiosity. I had never full-on kissed a woman on the mouth before. Suffice to say I let her.
Then her tongue was in my mouth and I felt her other hand clenching my ass cheek hard.
"Mphff!" I shouted into her open mouth against mine and I jerked my body backward to no avail, she held me tight between my shoulder blades and with another hand gripped into my hair at the back of my head. My duct taped hands beat a tattoo against her thighs in protest, all I could muster with my bondage predicament. She held the kiss for some time, taking her time kissing me and tonguing me.
Just as suddenly she regained her feet and stood up staring down at me.
"Sharon! You... you...kissed me!" I said speaking for the first time in a while.
She smiled broadly standing there looking cocky.
"Yes, I did. And you just talked. I haven't explained things to you clearly, I see. The thing is, you aren't supposed to talk just yet. It was part of the price of your being defeated in our Wrestling Bondage Match. It was is the cost of my taking your gag off that you agreed to. A little kiss is no excuse for you breaking the rules like that, pet!"
"But I... I'm...I'm not gay, Sharon." I said innocently.
"What's that got to do with anything? This is power exchange between us. If you want this to play out the way it should. You just need to let it flow. Boy? Girl? Kiss? What does it matter?"
I stared up at her in astonishment. It was the first time she has said something that I thought might have been well outside the script...if there had been a script. Something personal. Something she had inserted into this exchange purely for herself. I wondered, what was going on here? Was she explaining that kiss to me or herself?
"Are you ready to be my good little girl, MJ?" She asked standing there, fists on hips, naked, legs apart, hairy muff near my eye level and the curves of her breasts hanging like fruit to frame the question on her face. I knelt there meeting her eyes for a minute or two and then I silently looked down and nodded resignedly. The compliant pet. My path to getting untied certainly did not lie in challenging her at this point.
"Yes, Sharon. I'll be good." I poured every ounce of meekness I could into the response. Some acting corner of my brain kicked in to fill that space. "Please, Sharon. I know we are neighbors, but we have to hurry please. My husband will be home soon. I can't. I can't be late. He won't care about our silly argument. When he gets here, I have to meet him for dinner or he will wonder where I am. I can't... I..."
"You can't what?" Sharon asked a bit breathlessly I thought. As if my improvised dialogue was going further than she had expected. Like it was leading her on somehow. It certainly had for me. I was winging it, but I thought it felt and sounded right. Some tiny corner of me knew that it was working for her too. Working for her down there. We were on a ragged edge between acting an role-play.
