Bad Service
Production Date: Wednesday, June 27, 2018
| Featuring | Model Name | As |
|---|---|---|
| Brooke Meeks | Pearl Posse | Angry Customer #1 |
| Jacqueline Martin | Missy Mischief | Angry Customer #2 |
| Felice Pryce | Roxanne Rutledge | Angry Customer #3 |
| Mary-Ann Jamison | Maddy Vee | Captured Waitress #1 |
| Kendra Gentry | Penny Nichols | Captured Waitress #2 |
Let's try something completely original, shall we? The Hooters waitress is such a trope that it is almost offensive. How about kidnapping a real waitress, not just one from a niche restaurant? I think the results will be satisfactory. My dear friend Kendra, my best friend, and I, have donned a uniform I think captured this essence quite exquisitely, if you ask me.
We had dark green bandana headbands to match our dark green polos and our dark green socks. The polos were tucked into khaki slacks, and dark brown belts were around our waists. Khaki combat boots were nice and functional. and black bib aprons gave us an air of being professional food traffickers. Kendra even had her hair down for this one.
I'm using real names because it makes me more comfortable with this one. This story is painful to tell. Kendra, my best friend, the second closest person to my soul, was at this time suffering from a brain tumor. We didn’t know for sure if she’d live or die, and she wanted to film several scenes for which she’d written the scripts either to be her farewell or to be my surplus so that I’d have “Penny Nichols†films to sell while she was recovering for many months.
Let’s get into it! The plot is this: Kendra and I are waitresses, and our clients were played by our friends Brooke, Jackie, and Felice. They’re going to be the captors in a few minutes, but the film starts with Kendra and I walking into the house with deep sighs as if we just finished a long shift on our feet while waiting tables at a restaurant. We had the garb, and it was the conclusion of the longest day of filming my studio has ever hosted. I’m tired for real!
My hair is legendary, but it looks worse than it is. I have these brown girls that seem like they're completely out of control and have a mind of their own, but they squish and bend to my will. To say I am big and strong would be an understatement; I am just over 5’7†and a total beast. Don't mess with me! Hee heeeeee! I’m really as aloof, sweet, and innocent as my big brown eyes say.
“That shift royally sucked,†Kendra said and flopped on the sofa.
“It could have been a lot worse,†I disagreed and sat down on a recliner before I heard a knock.
“Be a sweetheart and get that; I have a migraine.â€
“No problem,†I went to the door and answered cheerfully, “May I help you?â€
“That's the one! Charge in there!†one of three girls said as they rushed the home.
“What is this?! Did I just wait on your table a couple hours ago?†I asked the invaders.
Then they charged into the house and tied us up, and they were mean! They tied our wrists and our elbows without remorse, and they tied our ankles, knees, and thighs. They gagged me with a 2.5 inch electric green ball gag, and they used a 2 inch red ball gag on Kendra. Mean!
Poor Kendra. She always has her elbows tied, and she's unable to defend herself very effectively because of a problem. She's short. She's so short that she rounds her height up to 5 feet. She is taller than all in spirit though. Those brown eyes might glare at you, but deep down inside she is thinking of subtle ways to show affection. The blonde hair and its natural brown highlights are a lovely addition that she usually wears in a bun. Wait until you see that spirit!
There was the tall, skinny captor, Brooke. Brooke stands at 5’10†with a model’s figure, but she is a cowgirl at heart and lived on a farm. Blue jeans, ankle-high cowboy boots, and a good old American flag, button up, short sleeve short were an overdose of Americana, and the American flag bandana headband put it over the top! Stereotypical God, guns, and America girl. Her long brown-blonde hair and her blue eyes strengthen that “American girl†vibe.
There was the short, skinny captor, Felice. Felice is only 5’2â€, and she's still taller than Kendra! I find they make up for their size in spirit. Her wavy brown hair is long, but it has nothing on the wild curls that adorn my head. Those chocolate brown eyes are cute. You could use her and my dear Kendra as literal bondage dolls, and they'd be unable to stop you. She's the ringleader. zher camouflage leggings are a staple of her outfits. Black combat boots show her to be a tough girl not to be crossed, and a black crop top tank top further showed her as confident. The camouflage bandana headband had the knot on top to soften things up a little.
Last of all, there is Jackie. Jackie is bubbly and carefree, but she is far from innocent. She rode up here on a motorcycle, and her wavy blonde hair seems unaffected by the helmet she wore on the ride. Blue leggings hug her legs; white socks and blue sneakers keep if practical; but she had a white crop top tank top for a bright, youthful, edge. This was quiet for her.
“Look at this food!†Felice opened a styrofoam container, “You call this food?!â€
“Hmmmmm?†Kendra tried to kick each of the captors, “ARGGGHHHH!â€
“Shut up!†Brooke smeared some thin, lumpy mashed potatoes onto Kendra’s face.
“A bowl of water is thicker and smoother than this crap,†Jackie slathered some into my cheeks.
“You served this to us. Look at this gravy,†Felice added, “Blugh! Flavorless and thin!â€
“Mmmmmmmm!†Kendra and I couldn't stop the gravy and potatoes from adorning our cheeks.
“There is no excuse for this,†I could hear Brooke’s anger, and Kendra flashed a finger.
“You deserve to be served this slop every day for a month,†and the contempt in Jackie’s.
They abandoned us just like that! We were tied up and ball gagged, and they smeared food into our cheeks and abandoned us? The nerve of these three! They forced their way into our home to humiliate us and then ditched us like an obsolete fashion accessory. These three needed to get a rude awakening, but they had the power and not us. Kendra is thrashing and yelling into her gag.
Then we started drooling. Ball gags do that. That's one big reason why I love having a ball gag stuffed into my mouth. It's big; it's humiliating in sight; it's humiliating in effect; it shuts me up; it's tight; it feels good; it feels serious. The drool began, and it wouldn't stop. I turned to look at my friend just in time for a big blob to come off her gag and onto her shirt. Mmmm… kinky!
I do like rope best. I like being tied up in nearly anything except police handcuffs, really. It's a long story, but I associate them with childhood. Rope’s my favorite because it gives me a chance to escape if I work hard enough. If I am supposed to look and feel helpless, then I want zipties to be used on me. I’m waxing poetic here for you because Kendra and I wasted time looking pretty for the camera, and I want you to get something out of it! Keep thrashing, Kendra!
There is trauma with blindfolds. I was kidnapped. For real. It ruined me for life. Whoever had kidnapped me blindfolded me both for the trip away from home and the trip back home. Since I was a foster child, they realized they were getting nothing for me. That foster father was a total crook or something. I think he sold stolen goods on the internet. Out of that was born what has to be my screwiest fantasy: being forcibly bound and gagged while wearing a schoolgirl outfit.
I might be the only girl who twice earned the 6-month hair accessory privilege in the Mudville Juvenile Detention Center. Two different incarcerations. Those guards, though. They ruined me and my friends forever. Ruined us. I changed that day. I suddenly became acutely aware of how helpless we were and how we were truly cut off from the rest of the world. That was when I lost the innocence and realized just how horrible people were and how messed up my life was.
“Mmmmmm!†I squirmed over to Kendra to help untie her.
Kendra and I were in the same pod together along with our captors, and I never really noticed too much out of Kendra. She was embittered over her incarceration and struggling against a terrible cocaine addiction. She really does have a deviated septum; it's a grim personal reminder that she will carry to the grave. She has those ridiculous tattoos on her wrists, but they're symbolic. I’m utterly opposed to them, but I am not letting something so minor ruin our friendship.
It was after prison when we started doing bondage modeling that I realized what a wonderful girl she really was. That's why I helped her out, got her away from the domestic abuse, and gave her a place in my own home. Only a tiny handful of people call me “Mary,†and I love how she will say my name in a sing-song manner. That inflection always comes before she gets affectionate.
Our love is astounding. Every work day, I climb on my FedEx delivery truck, and I make a call to my sweet friend Kendra. For crying out loud, I named my daughter Penelope Kendra, and she named her first daughter Mary-Ann Elizabeth! We really love each other, so much that Kendra is even a Roman Catholic like me, and I would say she is an even better Catholic than I am!
Untying another person, or being untied by another, is so much fun! Cooperative escapes are an absolute favorite of mine! I love, love, love them! Then, it was I who was untying Kendra, but I often received her help. We usually took turns being the helper and the helped, but some roles of course prevent this. If she's chair tied and I’m able to hop around, I have to be the helper.
I steadily picked at the ropes on Kendra's wrists and elbows. Drool poured off our gags. Kendra continued to make sounds indicating she was seriously annoyed, but it was all in the act. Slowly but surely I felt the knot loosening, but then I had to undo the tucking, cinching, and wrapping. I didn't rush things, and I made sure I talked a lot so that drool got all over my boobs.
“Gmmmmm!†I groaned occasionally, as did Kendra, because gag talk is fun.
Being bound and gagged is mildly arousing for me. I can't “get off†on it, but I sure get excited by the sound of my own garbled speech. It's the loss of power that does it for me. I’ve had all of my power forcibly taken from me, and nothing was scarier than that. There are reasons I arise in the middle of the night, after a dream that triggered me, and have tears pouring down my cheeks. Here, I don't have those fears; I’m respected and trusted by the friends whom I respect and trust.
Humiliation is fun. Dirty sock gags, getting spanked, exposure, forced to get off, food smeared into my cheeks! They're all so much fun! Drooling and getting fondled! So many things bring an extra layer to the game, and they all bring an extra thrill to me. That's the joy, trying to untie my best friend, helping her get the ropes off, watching her unbuckle the gag, and seeing her turn to me with nothing but love in her eyes. That's why I am here: to entertain, be creative, and have fun with the people who also find something mesmerizing in these games called TUGs.
CUT! Until next time! XOXO
Thanks to my friend Ashley (who didn't appear in this film) for typing this for me.
THE END
