Taking the Shoot Ch. 08

Chapter 8

A model takes a part in a FF bondage wrestling shoot

Sharon stood there beside me. I glanced up slightly at her and could see she was watching me closely.

"You are sweet, MJ. Aren't you?" She stroked as shoulder, caressed my back and then patted my buttocks affectionately. All the while saying things like, "Sweet, sweet girl. Good Girl! Such a lovely woman..."

It was as if she were talking to a horse or a pet somehow. It was kind of relaxing, but insulting at the same time.

I jerked on the ropes around my wrists and shifted my feet in annoyance when I realized I was relaxing into the treatment and caught on to how humiliating it was.

"Shhh. Shhh!" Sharon said and rubbed the back of my neck. My frustration vented I stood still for it. It felt nice.

"You know you are a wonderful girl... aren't you, MJ." She kept talking a caressing. She would move her hands to my shoulders and back to my neck and the sooth the hair across my skull. "That's my girl, MJ. So sweet... So gentle...."

I just stood there with my eyes on the ground and relaxed a bit.

"MJ is a nice girl." She patted my buttocks again gently and caressed them.

I stood there and took it. I even enjoyed it a bit.

"MJ is a good girl... Good girl. She is a nice girl. Sharon loves MJ." She was rubbing my back.

It was really calming in its way. I relaxed even more.

"That's a girl. That's my girl. Shh! Shh! Shh!" She stroked my forehead.

I kind of pushed my head into her hand again and closed my eyes.

"Oh, MJ." Sharon was whispering now. "You are so cute. So beautiful..." She stroked my ass again with feather fingers. "I just want you know how beautiful..." She caressed my shoulders. "I just wish other people could see you as I see you..."

I was actually kind of flattered.

"Let's show them, darling." Sharon said. "Let's let them see what I see when I look at you."

I stood there uncertain. What did Sharon mean? Show them how. Then I understood. I saw her right-hand reach in from the side and take hold of that damned belt that hung around my neck.

"C'mon, MJ" Sharon said quietly. "Come along sweet thing." Then she tugged on that leash. I got it. I was an animal. Her animal. I hesitated for a moment. I was torn. The actress in me wanted to go along. The real person in me resisted.

"It's OK." Sharon whispered loudly. "Be calm. It's OK. Follow Sharon now." She tugged on the leash and my inertia made me strain back a moment, but then, unbidden, that damned thought entered my head again. The image I'd had of her leading me around on a leash that I had ridden over the edge into orgasm. It lanced through me to my clit with twitched all over again and suddenly I relaxed and stepped forward.

Sharon grinned at me and led me several steps. Then she turned and walked back leading me my that leash.

I kept my mouth shut, but I whimpered into my closed lips. I might as well have been gagged still.

"That's it, MJ. Good Girl." She kept up as I followed her more and more easily and she tugged gently on the belt end which did tighten it around my neck, but her touch stayed light and it motivated me rather than really choked me. She walked round in circles, presumably to the edges of the camera pickup. "That's a girl. Well done." She caressed me with her voice. I just kind of stumbled along, following her, occasionally falling behind a bit so that the belt would tighten a bit more and pull my neck along. I would speed up because the feeling would make me uncomfortable. Now and then I would wobble my duct taped hands around in little circles or tug on my wrists tied to my hips...but basically, I just followed her.

The movements on my part were just to verify that I was in her thrall just as I was in the camera's vision of her leading me around. For what was happening kept flashing into my brain as the image of her doing the same thing outside where other people might see me. Housewives startled as they looked out their kitchen windows to see me, naked, helpless and tugged along a sidewalk by a powerful Sharon.

Look, I would like to deny that it was humiliating to just do what she wanted... it was. But if nothing else this shoot was getting me in touch with a side of myself, I had never known I had. I would like to lie here. Say it did not turn me on. My clit knew what the truth was though. It was hard all over again. The damned crotch ropes were still there. As I moved the slick nylon rope would roll across the smooth expanse of my lips below and oddly, if I jerked up on the ropes on either hip at the same time, it would pull the ropes harder which would press onto my hard clit. It was making me horny being led around by this naked woman!

I wanted to shout.

Rage against this treatment.

Instead, this dark fantasy side of me held me in thrall. I just followed her and stayed in my own head space. I started pulling up on my crotch rig rhythmically and I realized that the implacable eye of the lens was picking it all up.

I got away with it for a few minutes, because Sharon appeared to have fair tolerance for leading a naked bound woman behind her and wasn't always looking at me.

Or she knew her audience would dig it.

Eventually though, she caught onto my sly working of the crotch harness.

She smiled back and me and speeded up the walk.

I jerked the belt tight around my neck and I hurried to catch her. She began pacing back and forth and around in circles at a fair clip. Eventually I had to almost jog to keep up. To be honest. I kept tugging on the crotch rig even as it got harder. My mouth was hanging open how, breathing hard. My straight half from the exercise and my secret half from being turned on.

Finally, she stopped and stood there with my belt leash in her hand. I kept twisting my harness at the waist and by now I was getting a bit shameless and I half bent my knees and the straightened them to pull up harder a few times. I grunted.

She watched me smiling at first, but then I noticed she quit smiling. I could see her eyes following me. It pierced through me, that look. I suddenly just knew something that I had kept at a distance until then. She was turned on too! That look was the same look that certain men had given me in the past. I knew it. The horny look. The look that called out between two people. I just had never seen that look on a woman's face before.

Sharon gathered herself and looked over at the camera.

"MJ had been very sweet. She had followed me around by her neck leash. Like a good little dog. Like a little pony. I know... like my little kitty! She is a pet now. Aren't you, MJ? Aren't you my lovely little pet?"

For once I shook my head slightly in denial. It was too much. Too much to admit to the world. On camera or in private.

Sharon ignored my denial.

"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.