Pearl was sitting on a long, black leather couch in the center of a large, modern-decorated living room, idly flipping through a fashion magazine. The young woman was wearing a white blouse, unbuttoned at the top to show off a good deal of her cleavage, and below a short black skirt. Her crossed legs were encased in dark-colored hose and as she read she idly twitched a black high heeled foot. Her light pink hair was unbound and hung most of the way down her back.
From somewhere else in the house, there was a knock at the door. Pearl looked up. “It’s open!” She called out. “Come right in!” With an eager look on her face, she set the magazine aside and stood up, straightening her skirt.
A moment later, another woman walked into the room. She was a tall, striking brunette, with shoulder length dark hair framing a tall, rounded face. A pair of dark, brown eyes scanned the room apprehensively as she stepped through the entryway, her tall heels clicking against the wood floorboards. She had on a red top, cut low, and a short, dark blue skirt over black stockings.
“Ashley! Glad you came!” Pearl said, cheerfully, walking over to the other woman. Standing side by side, the curvy young woman stood nearly a head below her ‘guest’.
“As if I had a choice…” Ashley replied, glumly.
“I suppose you didn’t…if you don’t want our boss getting a look at those photographs…” Pearl teased with a laugh.
“Well, I’m here now and I’m yours for the weekend.” Ashley said. “That’s the deal we made. I spend a few days as your…‘Plaything’…and you delete those files.”
“Don’t sound so glum.” Pearl motioned for Ashley to walk over to the center of the room and kneel down on a rug laid out in front of the couch. “All I’m asking is a few days of your time…and who knows, you might find you’ll enjoy this…”
She walked over to an end table beside the couch. Laid out on it were several neatly arranged lengths of white, nylon rope. Picking up the first of these, Pearl returned to Ashley. “Hands behind your back.” She ordered. “Wrists crossed.” With a sigh, Ashley obeyed. Pearl knelt down and began tying the other woman’s hands together with rope. Ashley winced as the knots were cinched tight. As Pearl walked back over for the next length of rope, the captive felt out her bonds, twisting her hands this way and that.
Pearl worked quickly. The second, longer coil went around Ashley’s torso, neat coils of rope looping above and below the young woman’s large, curvy breasts. As the ropes were secured snug against her body, Ashley’s dress was pulled tight across her chest, her breasts threatening to break free of the taut cloth barely covering them.
Next, another lengthy rope was tied around the young woman’s waist and one end knotted off tight. The free end was looped around the rope belt and pulled between Ashley’s legs, pulling her skirt back, revealing a pair of skimpy black panties. The captive woman protested, indignantly, as the crotch rope was pulled snug against her sex. Pearl ignored her cries, except to tug playfully on the rope a few times, eliciting startled yelps from Ashley before she tied it snug against the other woman’s sex.
From there, Ashley’s legs were lashed together, at the ankles and knees. Grabbing her captive, Pearl lowered the other woman forward, until she lay on her chest. A rope was run from her ankles to the rope harness around her arms and torso. Ashley gave a low groan as she was bent back into a strict hogtie.
“Well, don’t you look nice!” Pearl teased, rolling Ashley over onto her side.
“Hey!” The bound woman cried out as Pearl’s hands went to her stringently tied breasts. She squirmed, protesting feebly as the other woman’s hands ran over every part of her body. “Stop it!” Ashley ordered. Pearl ignored her, grinning as she continued to play with her captive toy.
“I think I prefer my playthings a little quieter.” Pearl eventually said. She straightened up. From the same table she’d gotten the rope from, Pearl pulled out a pair of large, white cotton handkerchiefs. Returning to the center of the room, she knelt down, balling up on of the clothes in her hand. It was stuffed into Ashley’s mouth, cutting off her protests. While she struggled to spit out the packing, Pearl quickly rolled the second handkerchief into a narrow band and knotted it into the middle. The knot was forced between Ashely’s teeth and the two ends tied off securely behind her head, ensuring she couldn’t spit out her gag.
“Now…” Pearl said, playfully feeling Ashley’s breasts through the thin cloth of her shirt. “I’m going to go and get changed into something a bit more suitable. When I come back, we’re going to take a little trip…someplace I’ve prepared especially for our little games…” Ashley whimpered into her gag as Pearl stood up again. “In the meantime, you lie there and enjoy yourself for the moment. I’ll be back in just a minute…” With a final glance at her gorgeous captive struggling helplessly on the rug, Pearl turned and walked away.
With a groan, Ashley rolled back over, onto her belly. She squirmed frantically, her whole body shaking as she struggled hard against the ropes binding her. The captive woman moaned, helplessly into her gag as she rolled from side to side, unable to make any progress against the tight coils of rope circling every part of her body. She continued to struggle for a few minutes before, until she heard a cry coming from nearby…
“Cut!” Michael, the director shouted. With a sigh, Ashley Renee stopped squirming and slumped down in her bonds, panting through the sodden cloth gag between her lips. “That was great, Ashley!” The director called out. He turned. “You were great as well.” He said, nodding to Pearl. The pink-haired domme had been standing off screen, watching the other actress struggling for the camera. A huge grin crossed her face at the compliment. This was her first time in front of the camera and she was very excited.
“Everything check out, Tim?” Michael said, turning to the cameraman. The production team was grouped in one corner of the living room, to leave enough space for the actresses.
The camera man flashed a smile back. “Sure. Everything looked great. Got some good footage here.” He said, patting the camera.
“OK. Sound? We good, Jessie?” He looked back over shoulder at a short girl with spiked blue hair sitting on a stool, a laptop perched on her knees. Twisting cables ran from it to the boom mike held by a tall, thin man. She poked her head up, pulling back the large set of earphones she wore. Jessie nodded, raising a thumbs up.
“Alright then. We’re good to move on to the next scene.” The director said. “Let’s get props brought out. Reset the lighting and the camera.” He turned. “Ashley, you want to stretch your legs a bit or are you good as you are?”
“mmmm oood…” Ashley mumbled through her gag, nodding that she was comfortable staying tied up while the crew busied themselves setting up for the next shoot.
Pearl, meanwhile, had slipped off the change costume. After grabbing her second costume from the rack, she ducked around a corner, making her way to the downstairs bathroom. One of the production people, she wasn’t sure who, was loaning them his house for the weekend to shoot these scenes for the movie.
Closing the door, Pearl started unbuttoning her shirt. She pulled it off, leaving her chest bare. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her skirt was unzipped and pulled down. “Pretty silly ducking away to change clothes…” Pearl said to herself as she got out her next costume. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t going to show off a lot more than just her underwear in front of the camera before too long. “It’s different…” She couldn’t exactly say how, but it was.
Pearl’s next costume was a skin-tight black latex catsuit. Not the easiest thing to get into alone, but fortunately the guys in charge of costumes and props had thoughtfully dusted the inside with a thin sprinkling of baby-powder, which made sliding the clinging material on a whole lot easier. The front of the piece had a long zipper, running from the next all the way down to the crotch. Pearl zipped it up to just below her breasts, leaving everything above it partially exposed.
The last bit of her costume was a pair of calf-high, black leather boots. She pulled them on, wobbling a bit on the high, thin heels. The young woman grabbed her old costume, balled it up and stuffed it in the garment bag the catsuit had been in and stepped out of the bathroom. She returned to the living room where they were getting ready for the next scene.
Ashley was still lying on the floor, hogtied with rope, but the costuming guys had gone to work, touching things up here and there. The front of her blouse was pulled open, revealing her lacy black bra, as if the garment had ripped open while the young woman was struggling. Her skirt had similarly been hiked, to give the camera, and the viewers, a better look at Ashley’s lovely backside, barely covered by the skimpy black panties underneath her skirt.
One of the crew had untied the star’s gag. He held up a small bottle of water, allowing her to take a few sips. Pearl knew from past experiences being tied up how sweaty one could get while tied up and struggling, especially with a cloth gag sucking all the moisture from one’s mouth. Add to that how hot it could get in front of the camera with the stage lights turned on…
“Ok. We’re ready for the next scene.” Michael called out, noticing Pearl’s return. “Everyone clear the set!” The stage hand kneeling over Ashley capped the water bottle. He grabbed the sodden handkerchief from the floor and stuffed it back into the young woman’s mouth before tying her gag back on.
“Alright Pearl, when I give the signal, you come walking in…” The director told the domme, gesturing with one hand the path he wanted her to take. “The camera will track you, so take it slow and make it sexy…” Pearl nodded. “Alright then. Ready on the set? Action!”
On the floor, Ashley resumed her frantic struggling, grunting into her gag and acting like the distressed captive she was supposed to be. The camera-man filmed her struggles for several minutes before the director nodded to Pearl.
“Go!” He said. Pearl stepped forward, acting like she was coming from another part of the house. The camera man turned, tracking her as she crossed the room, curvy hips swaying, latex and leather-clad legs crisscrossing with each step.
“Well, Ashley, are you ready to go?” Pearl taunted, standing over the hogtied Ashley. The captive woman answered with a soft groan of fright. She wriggled as Pearl bent over to grab her. “Quit struggling!” Pearl ordered. “It won’t change anything for you!”
With deft fingers, she untied the rope hogtying Ashley. The actress gave a, not-entirely-fake groan of relief as she stretched out. Grabbing her, Pearl lifted her prisoner up onto her feet, holding onto her as she swayed on her heels.
“Yes…I’m looking forward to getting better acquainted with you…” Pearl teased as her latex-clad hands roamed over Ashley’s body, caressing her through her blouse. She pulled back the sides of the shirt, and pulled down her lacy bra, exposing her breasts. Ashley feigned a note of indignation as her chest was bared, which quickly turned into soft moans of pleasure as the hands went back to work caressing and squeezing the soft round orbs. Nearby, Michael slowly gave orders to the camera man to zoom in on the action.
“Now then, we should be going. I have so many fun things planned in store for us today…” Pearl teased. Holding onto Ashley’s arm with one hand, the domme’s other hand went down and playfully slapped the captive woman across her bottom. Ashley grunted into her gag, almost indignantly as Pearl continued to spank her. She had no choice but to start hopping forward on her tightly bound feet. Pearl was right behind her, continuing to playfully swat at her until both were out of the room…
***
“Mmmppphhh!!!” Ashley whimpered through her gag as the trunk opened, revealing the young woman lying at the bottom. She looked up, towards where Pearl would have been standing. Instead, the camera-man slowly zoomed in on her face, capturing her expression of fright. She squirmed a bit longer, as the camera man slowly backed away, letting Pearl walk into the shot.
“Well, we’re here, Ashley.” Pearl teased. “Are you ready to see what I’ve got planned for you?” She reached down into the trunk to grab her captive. She helped Ashley sit up, inside the trunk, then tried to lift her out of it. As she did, Pearl’s high-heeled boots skidded on the gravel of the parking lot. She stumbled, trying to keep upright, and Ashley dropped back into the bottom of the trunk with a not-entirely faked squeal of fright.
“Cut!” The director called out. “You two alright?” He asked, a note of concern in his voice.
“Yeah…” Pearl replied, a little embarrassed. From inside the trunk, Ashley gave a grunt and nodded.
“Alright. Let’s try that scene again.” The cast and crew had relocated to the second location for the film: an old warehouse they had rented for a few days. Michael’s car was parked outside the main doors. After the two actresses had gotten changed into their costumes; Ashley into her distressed blouse and skirt, Pearl into her catsuit, Pearl and the production’s rigger, Steve, had tied Ashley up, careful to match her restraints from the previous scene, and helped her into the trunk.
Pearl and the camera-man helped Ashley lie back down in the trunk. “Head down!” The man said playfully, closing the lid of the trunk over her. Shouldering his camera, he backed up. When the director shouted “Action!” Pearl reached forward and once more opened the lid, taking care not to block the camera’s view of Ashley, looking delightfully cute and sexy, tied up in the cramped space. She shook her head, squirming around and grunting into her gag for the camera, before Pearl reentered the scene.
“Well, we’re here, Ashley.” Pearl said, again. “Are you ready to see what I’ve got planned for you?” This time, she managed to get the other woman out of the trunk. As before, the domme helped support Ashley as the captive slowly hopped forward. The camera followed the two women as they crossed the gravel lot towards the doors. Keeping a hand on Ashley, Pearl opened one of the doors. “Come on in…” She said, stepping into the dark portal. Ashley looked back over her shoulder, giving the camera one last, frightened glance, before she was dragged into the building with a muffled wail…
Inside, Steve, with a little help from Pearl, had set things up before shooting started. A strong steel cable was run over one of the sturdy metal beams holding the warehouse roof up. At one end, it was attached to a powerful electric winch. The other end ended in a metal ring. Hooked to the ring were two more cables, which were attached to either end of a 2-inch thick steel pole, about 3 or 4 feet long, painted black. At either end of the pole hung two spreader bars, with wide leather cuffs attached at either end.
Inside, Ashley was untied and her gag was removed. She removed her top and skirt, stripping down to just her panties. The cable was lowered, allowing them to lock the cuffs onto Ashley’s hands and feet. After checking to make sure the cuffs were on good and snug, and that everything was secure, one of the crew started the winch. The cable slowly retracted, drawing in the slack. After a moment, it went taut and a second later, Ashley was lifted into the air. Pearl and another man kept a steadying hand on her as she rose into the air, to make sure she didn’t twist and bump the concrete floor on her way up. The winch was stopped when she was about four feet off the ground.
“That ok?” Michael asked Ashley. “Everything feel fine?”
Ashley squirmed around a bit. Each movement sent her swaying to and fro in the air, at one point lying horizontal even, now her head up in the air, now hanging upside down as the poles twisted and turned. She struggled into an upright position and nodded. “Feels good.” She said.
“Alright. We’ll go ahead and shoot this scene.” He nodded to the crew, who had been busy setting up the lights, the sound system and the cameras. Pearl stood by, mentally rehearsing her lines, and trying not to be distracted by the lovely sight of a half-naked Ashley Renee hanging spread-eagled in midair.
“Action!” The director shouted. The camera opened on Ashley hanging in midair, squirming in her restraints as she swayed to and fro from the cable. Michael’s signal, Pearl walked into the scene, a cruel smirk on her face as she playfully watched her captive plaything’s struggles.
“And how are you enjoying yourself so far?” Pearl taunted Ashley, walking around the captive woman. One of her hands lazily chased its way down Ashley’s back, before delivering a sharp smack across her bottom. Ashley yelped, jerking in her restraints.
“ugh…” Ashley groaned, jerking around to try and face her captor. “please…let me down from here!” She continued to play-act the begging, pleading captive as Pearl stepped away. Nearby, the set crew had set up a small wooden table, laid out with everything needed for the scene. She traced her hands over the rope, and cuffs, the leather flogger, before coming to rest on a large, bright red rubber ballgag.
“I’m sure I’ll have use for that pretty mouth of yours soon enough, but for now, let’s keep it closed.” Pearl teased, picking up the gag. She held it up by one strap in front of Ashley’s face, allowing the young woman to give a look of horror to the camera before her captor forced the rubber plug between her teeth. Reaching down, Pearl squeezed Ashley’s breasts a couple times, eliciting gag-muffled cries of indignation.
“Careful…I’ll give you something to really cry about!” Pearl walked back to the table and selected a pair of shiny, silver nipple clamps. Holding them behind her back, she returned to her captive before showing them to Ashley, and to the camera. A wail of fear escaped Ashley’s ballgag as the other woman reached forward with one hand to grab her left breast. Pearl’s fingers deftly worked the tiny pink nipple at the end, teasing it until it stuck out. She squeezed open one of the clamps, swiftly moving it into place over the nipple before releasing her grip, letting the clamp close over the small nub, pinching it tight between the metal teeth of the clamp.
Ashley shook her head, giving a grunt of pain. Silently, Pearl wondered how much of it was real and how much was just acting for the camera. Keeping in role, however, she held the other clamp up. “One more now…” She repeated the process, slowly teasing the helpless woman’s breast, pinching and kneading the nipple before the clamp was applied.
“Hmmm…” Pearl said, striking an exaggerated pose of thought. “I think they need a bit more weight. Don’t you?” She asked Ashley with a mocking smile. The other woman shook her head, grunting through her gag. She swayed wildly in the air from the cable. “Oh you do? How much weight then?” Pearl thought. The look on Ashley’s face as she grunted an emphatic no was sublime to the domme. “That much, really? Well, if you think you can handle it…”
Pretending to ignore Ashley’s muffled protests, Pearl returned to the table and selected a number of large, round lead weights. Hanging from one end of each were short chains ending in hooks which could be attached to the ends of the nipple clamps. “I think…three for each breast should do fine, don’t you?” Pearl taunted. She grabbed Ashley, who had once more set herself swinging wildly.
Pearl kept the weights cupped in the palm of one hand as she attached them to the left clamp. That way, when she released them and let them drop, all the weight was suddenly added to the pressure felt by the already abused nipple all at once. Ashley whimpered as first one, then the other breast was weighted and this time Pearl thought some of that might be genuine, but the captive stayed in character, so Pearl continued with the scene. She grabbed a long reed cane from the table and slowly paced around Ashley, prodding her occasionally with the end of the long wicker reed, building the tension for the torture that was coming. Ashley twisted her head this way and that, trying to follow her tormentor, without much luck.
“Let’s start with a few dozen strokes to warm up…” Pearl said tauntingly, lightly tapping the weights hanging from Ashley’s chest with the cane. Without warning, she flicked the cane up and brought it down on the bare soles of Ashley’s feet. The captive woman gave another sharp grunt of pain and again Pearl wondered how much of that was genuine, but Ashley didn’t use her safe word to end the scene early, so Pearl kept going, swinging the cane down onto her feet again, then her panty-clad bottom. She switched it up and swung upward, across Ashley’s belly and thighs. She quivered, hanging from her restraints, moaning into her gag. Pearl reached down with her free hand to tug, playfully at the weights hanging from the nipple clamps, while her other hand, holding the cane, continued to rain blows down onto the helpless captive.
The cameras kept rolling, catching every moment of Ashley’s torment. Finally, the director ended the scene with a call. Pearl dropped the cane on the ground. She reached around to unbuckle the ballgag. “I’m sorry…did I get a bit too rough there?” She asked.
“No…no you were fine. I’m alright.” Ashley replied, with a smile. “Besides, I’ll have my chance to pay you back, now won’t I?”
Pearl gave a slight gulp as Michael ordered, “Let’s set up for the final scene!”
***
“Action!” Around the corner, Pearl could hear Ashley go to work, struggling against her bondage. Pearl was hiding around the corner, behind a door, waiting for her cue to go on, but she could easily picture what the other woman looked like, having helped Steve set her up for the final scene.
Ashley stood in the center of the warehouse, in the same spot where she had previously hung. Her panties had been removed, leaving her completely naked. The young woman’s hands had been tied in front of her with rope, then secured to the cable by a metal hook. After lashing her legs together at the ankles and knees, the cable had been retracted until her ankles were off the ground, leaving Ashley rather precariously perched on the balls of her bare feet. The nipple-clamps, the weights once more attached, and a very strict crotch rope completed the ensemble.
Everything had been tied as tight as usual, with the exception of the bindings on her wrists. Though it pained her professional sensibilities as a domme, for the sake of the scene, Pearl had very carefully tied the rope so the knot lay within easy reach of Ashley’s grasping fingers. As she listened to Ashley squirm and struggle and moan for the camera, she imagined the actress’s fingers scrabbling for the knot, slowly picking away at the ropes.
After a few minutes work, Ashley managed to free her hands. She slowly lowered herself into a sitting position. From there, it was the work of moments to find the, rather tighter, knots binding her legs and slowly unpick those, knees first, then ankles. From behind the wall, Pearl heard Ashley’s groan of relief as she unbuckled the ballgag and slid the large rubber plug out from between her teeth. Standing up, she searched around the set for a moment.
The set crew standing beside Pearl tapped her on the shoulder. “Your cue.” He whispered.
Taking a breath, Pearl stepped around the corner, putting on her strict ‘domme’ character. “Well, I hope you enjoyed your ‘break’ Ashley because…” she trailed off, putting on an expression of surprise as she found a pile of tangled ropes where her captive had been moments before.
As she looked around, Ashley slipped up behind Pearl and grabbed the other woman. Pearl gave a muffled cry of shock as the taller woman reached down, one hand going over the domme’s mouth, the other circling around her torso to grab her.
“Well now…” Ashley whispered, just loud enough for the boom mic to pick up. “Why don’t we play a new sort of game…?”
Pearl gave a muffled whimper as the scene concluded.
***
“Come on…” Ashley said, pulling with one hand on her captive’s arm.
Pearl shook her head, grunting into her gag as she struggled against the other woman’s tugging, on her face a look of aggrieved defiance. Eventually though, the young woman had no choice but to come, or be dragged off her feet. With another mournful moan, muffled by the ballgag now secured between her teeth, Pearl half-shuffled, half hopped along after Ashley.
The young woman’s legs had been tied together at the ankles and knees with rope, the same rope that had, until recently, been keeping her former plaything tightly tied up. Her arms, meanwhile, had been lashed behind her back at the wrists and elbows.
“Stand right here…” Ashley said, pulling Pearl over to the center of the room. “Stay!” She ordered in a sharp voice, playfully swatting Pearl across the backside with the palm of her hand. Pearl whimpered into her gag, looking at the camera with a piteous look.
Pearl grunted indignantly into her gag as Ashley reached up with one hand to grab the zipper of her catsuit. Slowly, Ashley pulled the zipper down her captive’s torso, just above the young woman’s sex. Grabbing the sides of the suit, Ashley pulled the catsuit open wider, revealing Pearl’s naked breasts beneath. The young woman mumbled protests through her gag, squirming in Ashley’s grasp, which made her breasts she nicely for the camera.
“Don’t like it so much when the shoe’s on the other foot…” Ashley teased. She reached forward to cup and play with Pearl’s naked breasts. Again, Pearl played the indignant captive, moaning through her gag as her former captive continued to play with her body. While one hand continued to squeeze and pinch Pearl’s breasts, the other glided down Pearl’s front, tickling her bare belly, before sliding underneath the latex of her catsuit to cup Pearl’s crotch. The young woman gave a, not entirely faked, squeal of indecency as she jumped up in response to Ashley’s touch.
“Come on Pearl, remember what you said, of you try, you might find you enjoy this…” Ashley taunted her captive. “First thing’s first, though…” She walked over to the table of bondage supplies. Among them was a digital camera. Picking it up, Ashley turned towards Pearl. “Smile!” She said cheerfully, snapping a picture. Pearl shrank back, cringing as more pictures were taken of her; tied up, half naked. Ashley examined the pictures on the camera’s screen. “These look nice…” She declared. “I think our boss might want to have a look at these.” She grinned as Pearl shook her head frantically.
“You don’t think so? He’d love to know what his favorite employee does in her spare time…but if you don’t want me showing these off well, I’m sure we can work something out…” Ashley said evilly. “But first, I think I owe you a little payback. Starting…” She set the camera down on the table and reached around the items. “With these…” Pearl put on an expression of fright, giving a frightened whimper as her captor held up the nipple clamps.
“I think these will look even better on you then they did on me…” Ashley said, advancing on the helpless prisoner. Pearl backed up, but her bonds meant escape was impossible. As she had done not too long ago, Ashley grabbed Pearl’s left breast and slowly tweaked the nipple until it was hard. With a swift move, she grabbed the first clamp and snapped it onto the nub. Pearl jumped, wincing in pain as the teeth of the clamp sank into her soft skin. Very quickly, the right nipple was clamped as well. “Now for some weight…” Ashley said, and Pearl sobbed…
With her needles of pain shooting into her breasts where the clamps tugged mercilessly on them, Pearl stood, squirming around as Ashley selected a small, pink, pill shaped vibrator from the table. She whimpered as Ashley slid the plastic toy underneath her catsuit, letting it rest between the lips of her sex. Ashley zipped the catsuit up another inch or so, to keep it in and grabbed the remote. Pearl squealed as she flicked it to its highest setting and the tiny egg between her legs suddenly exploded, buzzing loudly. Ashley attached the remote to Pearl’s thigh with a strip of tape as the captive woman danced helplessly under the spell of the powerful toy between her legs. The sudden movement set the clamps on her nipples swaying wildly, bringing new yelps of pain from Pearl’s gag…between her growing moans of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Ashley found the remove for the electric winch. She lowered the hook down enough she could grab it. The point was slid under the rope binding Pearl’s hands and with another push of a button the winch retracted, pulling the hook, and her arms up with it. Pearl was forced to bend forward in a strappedo position. As she was pulled onto the balls of her feet, Ashley stopped the winch, leaving her captive hanging, precariously.
“Now…” Ashley teased, returning to the table. “Let’s have a bit of fun.” From the side of the table she picked up a frightened paddle, wrapped in black leather. Ashley circled around her captive who struggled to turn and follow her. Before long, Ashley was behind Pearl. She raised the paddle up, holding it just long enough for Pearl to give the camera man and frightened look before bringing it down onto the young woman’s raised bottom. The thin latex catsuit did little of soften the blow and Pearl jumped, grunting into her gag. Before she’d finished, Ashley was already raising the paddle for another stroke. With regular tempo, Ashley brought the paddle down again and again.
It was something of a relief for Pearl when the director finally yelled “Cut!”. “Great work ladies! That will make a great ending!” He turned and started shouting to the set crew, “Ok people, let’s wrap this up and get out of here!”
Ashley set the paddle aside. A stage hand scooped it up and stuck it in a storage bin with the other gear. She turned back to Pearl. “Thanks for being such a great co-star.” She said quietly in the captive girl’s ear, running her hands over her latex-clad body. Pearl trembled, and not just because the vibrator was still inside her and still turned on full. “See you at the premiere, and the party after words…” She turned and walked off to get changed back into the normal day-clothes.
Steve walked over and lowered the hook. He started untying Pearl. She groaned in relief as the ropes around her body loosened. With some hesitance, she reached down to the remote taped to her thigh and shut the vibrator off. “So,” He said, nonchalantly. “How’d you like working alongside Ashley Renee?” He asked.
Pearl smiled as she slid the ballgag out from between her teeth. “Pretty good…” She said with a grin. “Let me know when auditions start for your next movie…"