Taking The Shoot Ch 12

A model takes a part in a FF bondage wrestling shoot

"OK. Now... you are going to show me those Part 2 films, Sharon." I pulled over her sewing chair slightly to right and sat down beside her in the second chair facing the monitor on the laptop. I scrolled through the list. The files within were chronological I noticed. I found a file for five years ago and opened it to find something like seventy-five or more folders.

"Which ones are they?"

Sharon looked at me, her eyes pleading.

"MJ. Look. Please. I have never released them. You know that. They have never left the company archive. I thought about it. I did!" She pleaded with me to understand. "They were worth good money even back then, but I held onto them instead of letting them get out. I did it...well...I did keep them in the archives anyway. Something stopped me from publishing them...even... all those years ago. Later, I realized you had a career going. They were even more valuable once your name got known. Now that you are a big star...well... I realized that they're worth a fortune. I just want you to understand that I still haven't released them! And I have no plans to..."

"The file?" I repeated relentlessly. She kept talking. Justifying herself tied to that chair.

"I've watched your career. Admired it. I certainly could have released them, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I knew it would affect your ability to get work. Look...please just untie me. There is no reason..."

"The file?" I repeated like a robot.

She stared over at me. I had put back on my stone-cold bitch face that I had practiced for my role as a drug lord's sister. I told you I can act. It was a look that said, 'I absolutely own you!' Implacable. Unstoppable. Ruthless. She could not match it. She tried. She failed. Eventually she looked down at her own knees.

"The file? Which?" I said again firmly.

Finally, she just nudged her chin in the direction of the screen.

"The ones marked BW." She practically whispered.

I let me lips curl up.

"BW? Bondage Wrestle? Clever name. I should have known." I opened the file and there we a dozen or more files in there! And it was just one year's worth. "Hokey smokes, Sharon! You were running quite the little production line, weren't you? This is like one year's material...and this one file is just the bondage wrestle stuff?"

Then I noticed a file inside marked simply '2nd half' and other marked '2nd half Final Prod.' I knew what the meant. One was raw footage. One the final edited version and with titles and subtitles added.

I opened the 'Final Prod' one.

There were a more than twenty.wmv files. An old format. Very reliable. Movies all of course.

I picked one at random. It began to play. It showed a kind of pretty oriental girl hogtied and gagged grunting and tugging at the ropes that held her arms behind her back. I ran it forward and stopped it. Sharon was walking around her looking down at her. She began slowly dropping her bikini bottom so that it pooled in front of the helpless girls face on the floor. The bound girl groaned into her gag and began to tug at the ropes that bound her. Her legs kicking a tattoo against the hogtie to her wrists. Sharon was smiling and sat with legs on each side of the girl's head and methodically began to peel her tape gag off her face. Eventually she was done and the girl began to plead with Sharon for her to let her go. Sharon just smiled and lay back. "Lick it.!" She commanded. The girl began to thrash around, shaking her head and crying out "No! NO! Never! Please. I am straight! I have a boyfri..." Sharon just lifted her head, reached down, gathered her long silky black hair into two bunches and pulled her face forcefully into her hairy mound. After a few minutes of addition cries, struggling, wriggling and protest the helpless female finally got down to it. You could see her tongue licking away. We watched it until Sharon came on the screen, humping the poor girl's face rhythmically.

Two things occurred to me.

One, Sharon had quieted down in her chair beside me and was watching closely -- no longer struggling against her ties. Two, for some god-awful reason, I could feel my own clit was rock hard at the sight of this too!

I closed that video.

I opened another. It was some brunette woman with curly brown hair. She looked a bit older...maybe late forties. She was tied into a ball. Her legs bent up, knees near her chin. Her arms were wrapped around those legs, and tied firmly together and wind after wind of rope running from her calves and knees around her back and body. She was blind folded but not gagged. I fast forwarded and got to the meaty bit. Sharon plunked a chair down in front of the woman who was panting. Apparently, terror stricken. "Eat me!" She commanded on screen. "Oh! No!" Cried the woman. Sharon rose and moved the chair a closer to that the woman's knees and legs were under it and her face level with the seat. She plunked her butt back down on it and spread legs on either side of the woman's face. "Lick!" She commanded. The poor woman had reared her head back a few inches probably smelling Sharon or sensing her body heat, but her body was trapped by the ropes and her position under the chair and she was going nowhere. She tried to shake her head, but her cheeks bounced off a thigh each swing. "Please!" She shrieked. "I didn't... I don't...I need to get home! My kids...and my husband will be..."

"Lick and you can leave. Make me come and you can go home to your hubbie!" Sharon commanded with a bit of a sneer.

There were more protests along those lines. More negotiating. More whining by the woman who was so obviously some straight mature housewife looking to supplement her income who had bitten off way more than she planned for by getting into a film with Sharon, that it was hard work getting her to eat out a pussy. Eventually she did, of course. Sharon came in like a minute once she started using her tongue.

I closed that one.

I began to think I was in heat. I glanced over and Sharon's mouth was hanging open. She was breathing fast.

I started another video.

My mouth fell open. It was a heavier pale white girl. With long brown hair splayed out on the mats and wide hips. She was lying flat on her back and wrapped in wind after wind of duct tape. Her arms and hands were buried in the stuff holding them by her sides. She was overweight with a pretty face. Her breasts bulged up through a gap in the tape with pig pink nipples poking up. You could see her muffin top belly squeezing between any narrow gaps in the winds of duct tape. Her hands were plastered to her thighs with tape, but her plump mound was clearly visible poking up through an intended gap in the tape to it could be gotten to. It was cleanly shaved. The notch at the top of her labia was pink. Her legs on the other hand were just one long sausage casing of tape. Even her feet were taped. Basically, she was almost a mummy and not going anywhere until someone cut her loose.

She was looking apprehensive. Licking her lips nervously and her eyes darting around off camera.

I had never seen that body with its little cleavage of slit before, but I certainly knew the face.

It was Lisa!

My chaperone Lisa. The title played across the screen and told me all I needed to know. 'A duct taped lesbian wrestling fan.'

Sharon strode into camera view.

She was naked and without preamble, she literally squatted down over Lisa's face.

Lisa whimpered aloud, obviously faced with what she had feared was coming, but hesitated maybe twenty seconds, then almost obediently raised her chin, stuck out her tongue and began to lick.

Sharon glanced at me apprehensively.

Nervous I think at how I would take the fact that my former chaperone was one of her victims. She didn't have to say anything really. It was undoubtedly Fred's work. He had called in a favor apparently. I could just imagine the pair of them using roll after roll of duct tape to wind Lisa up. A lot of work.

The readiness with which Lisa licked her made the film feel different than the others.

Lisa wasn't as reluctant as the others. She was no actress. She couldn't put on reluctance. Wasn't feigning not being interested in licking another woman, but authentically changing her mind on screen with a vulva right there in her face. To be frank she came across as a bit anxious to eat Sharon's pussy after the first bit passed. I fast forwarded a few minutes. Then a bit more. I noticed that it took Sharon longer to get her nut off which was probably part and parcel with the change in film dynamic from the others.

Apparently, reluctance on the part of the women forced to eat out her pussy worked for her.

General acceptance along with the compliance in doing it, a bit less so.

She came, but it took several minutes.

I glanced at Sharon; she was staring over at me. Her face working.

"She asked me to..." She blurted out. "She said she had watched you. In the room and on film. Said it really got to her. Wanted to see 'what it felt like! It was only the one time...." She finished quietly. Almost a whisper.

I smiled at her and shut off that video.

I reached out and started another video.

This time it was a darker skinned gal with straight black hair, she had strong Latina Indian mix features. Her ankles were tied to her wrists and she was sitting on her butt watching Sharon like you would watch a snake as she removed her bikini. She kept shaking her head in a denial as Sharon stepped in front of her. "Lick my clit!" Sharon commanded rather roughly. The tied girl whimpered long and loud, but obviously had resigned herself to what she knew was coming and how helpless she was. Sharon stuck her foot between the girls wide spread legs as she stepped forward. Her big toe resting against the girl's clit and then pulled her face firmly into her own hairy muff. The girl's neck arched back and her tongue came out. Because of the camera angle you could make out Sharon's toe moving as the girl licked her.

I looked over at Sharon. She was riveted and squirming her hips a bit as she toe fucked the helpless woman.