Bandit Adventures (F+/F+) - Complete

[AlexUSA3]

Bandit Adventures
Film 1: A Robbery to Remember

Penny Nichols stands washing the dishes at the sink. She does this every single night, washing the dishes. It’s her way of winding down at the end of a long day. The small girl is wearing her favorite bright blue gym shorts with white trim, a green tank-top with a curved neck, and a bright blue bandana as a kerchief. Her hair is in a bun as well. On her feet are white crew socks and a pair of white canvas sneakers. The short girl is comfortable yet athletic, just as she likes it. At a lowly 5’0”, this blonde girl seems like an easy target, but the gaze in her brown eyes and the tats on her wrists warn you that she is a much tougher girl than she appears to be.

In the living room, Destiny Child sits on the sofa dressed in comfortable clothes, with red paisley fleece pajama pants, a black pullover hoodie over a matching black t-shirt, black crew socks, and a red bandana headband. On the TV are her beloved Philadelphia Phillies, hence her red. Why a girl from Newark is a Phillies fan is beyond my guess , but don’t challenge the 5’8” girl on this. Long straight brown hair, brown eyes, and a slight tan are accompanied by a genuine smile.

In the bedroom, Karina Nilsson sleeps peacefully in her own bed after a hard day at work. She is wearing pink fleece pajamas with small fuchsia hearts. A white bandana blindfolds her so she is less likely to be bothered by the flipping of light switches outside her room. She almost seems to be smiling. The slumbering girl isn’t bothered by Destiny’s cheers and jeers in the living room. The 5’4” blue-eyed blonde is clueless about what is about to happen around her.

Meanwhile, outside, two sinister characters walk around the house. They both are wearing black catsuits, black socks, black combat boots, black gloves, and black bandana masks. The taller girl is wearing a black polyester bodysuit and has her hair back in a white kerchief; the kerchief does little to contain Maddy Vee’s long curly brown locks. The shorter girl has a latex catsuit, to be a bit more precise, and her curly, but containable, blonde locks are held by a red kerchief bandana. Missy Mischief is up to no good, and her blue eyes calmly study the exterior of the building for an entry point. Maddy’s brown eyes just as calmly look around while she follows me.

With a wiggle of my eyebrows, I find an open window into the bathroom. Maddy, who is taller at 5’7.5”, climbs into the home first, and then she helps me into the home through the same open window. We look around in the darkness of the room, satisfied with our success. We then sneak into the hall and find ourselves facing the back of Destiny’s head. With a nod, we point towards little Penny in the kitchen. We’ve found the first resident to subdue via brutal bondage. Maddy runs up and grabs Penny in a tight, merciless grip.

“Behave, or we’ll do worse than just rob you!” Maddy hisses in Penny’s ear.
“MMMMMM!” Penny tries to flail her legs while I ziptie her wrists.
“OWWWWW!” my fellow criminal yells, “She bit me!”
“WHAT THE F-CK?! KARINA! KARINA!” Destiny cries out, “We’re being robbed!”
“Get over here, you big breasted broad!” Maddy grabs Destiny, “For that, I’ll punish you!”
“No!” the tall resident tries to fight back, “Let me go!” but her wrists are tied behind her.
“You stupid girl!” I take Penny’s shoes and socks off her feet after a brief struggle.


Maddy spanks Destiny thrice on each butt cheek before she binds Destiny’s ankles and thighs in classic white rope. She pulls Destiny’s socks off her feet and stuffs them in her mouth before she wraps Destiny’s head in many layers of black duct tape. Simultaneously, I giddily wrap Penny’s head in black vet wrap with three layers as a cleave gag and six as a wrap gag. I place my own socks over her nose and use more vet wrap to hold them in place. My socks are awfully smelly.

“What’s going on out here?” Karina sleepily walks into the room.
“Your worst nightmare,” I smirk under my mask and effortlessly take down Karina.
“What the f-ck are you doing to us?!” the pajama-clad blonde still doesn't understand.
“We're robbing you ladies,” I playfully tape my captive’s wrists together behind her back.

Karina’s own socks are stuffed into her mouth before I use a blue bandana to cleave gag her. Her face is wrapped in clear tape to ensure she stays silent. I tape Kari at her elbows; tape above and below sides of her boobs at her waist holds her arms down. She is frog taped with tape securing her folded legs below her waist to above her ankles and at either side of her knees. I’m awful.

Penny is bound with zipties in five places along her arms and four along each leg. Zip ties are on either side of her boobs, at her waist, and around her big toes. Destiny is roped at her boobs, her waist and crotch, upper and lower thighs, knees, and ankles. Brown twine ties her toes. We also hood her with a solid fabric hood after Maddy’s socks are placed over her nose. The velcro strap is tightly secured around her neck. She is balltied by ropes wrapping her neck and thighs.

“Let's see what we’ve got here,” I pull up Kari’s shirt to reveal her boobs and fondle them.
“Gmmmmm!” Karina shakes her head in her distress, now understanding the situation.
“Let's see what this big breasted broad has,” Maddy does the same to Destiny.
“Noooooo!” the captive yells at her captor, but she is ignored.

Then we exert our control by spanking the captives. It is a mischievous way to show these girls that they are truly helpless. Squeals fill the air; the squeals are preceded by cracks of hands upon butts. The damsels-in-distress cannot stop their captors from doing these things to them, and it is much more humiliating because it was happening in their own home.

The captives cry out and squirm, and we laugh heartily while they do this. We’d not planned on having so much fun with this robbery, and it was all by a random choice of house in raiding this particular home. The more Destiny loses her mind, the more energized us captors become. The girl with the jumbo boobs, however, was not going to surrender without a massive fight first, and she swore w lot. Fighting was second nature to this girl even if she couldn't see or really fight.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The captives finally get a chance to relax and process what is happening because we bandits are now raiding the house. Destiny is hooded and balltied and thus unable to be of much help to the others. Karina is confused and finally coming to grips with the situation. Penny is struggling to find a way out of her ziptie prison while having to smell my lovely socks. Aren’t I awful?

Destiny has it worse with that hood. I just love a hood, both as a giver and a receiver. Gifts are so much fun. Getting bound and gagged is like a “Secret Santa” where you just don’t know who is giving something or what they’ll give you. OK, you can see your captor, but when you’ve got a blindfold (or a hood) you don’t know who’s giving the gifts. It’s so much fun! Best of all, the captive has Maddy’s socks right against her nose with absolutely no way to escape it.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Don’t mind us ladies, but we’re gonna go check out watcha got,” I cordially taunt them.
“Mmmmmmmm!” don’t they have the most adorable responses imaginable?!
“I hope they’ve got something really worth taking,” Maddy confides in me.
“I might take the sleepy pajama girl. She’s so cute, and I want to cuddle her,” I admit and laugh.

Of course, it’s not this simple. I used zips on that Penny for a reason. She doesn’t know how to quit even when the odds of success are 0. I could handcuff her, attach a 200 pound weight to her, and drop her in the middle of the Pacific, and she will fight like she’ll win. She’s 5’ tall, weighs under 100 pounds, and is the biggest of all in spirit. Watching her is like a drug.

Penny is, in real life, one of my best friends, if not my best friend. I love her so much that she is going to be my confirmation sponsor in a few weeks. When I was so depressed and uncertain of life after my release, she drove to the apartment I shared with my cousins and got me out of that deep funk so well that I’ve never gone back to being like that ever again. That day was born the girl you see: happy, a bit private, empathetic, intensely loyal, and vegetarian (not vegan, and I’m not a good vegetarian at that because I sometimes get a craving for a cheeseburger). Penny was a lifesafer for Rox, too, but I’m not going to spoil other people’s stories for them like that.

“Hi, sweetie,” I walk into the room to see Penny standing upright, “You want more? OK!”
“NOOOO!”
“Here you go,” I put a pair of scissors on the counter
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I give it to all three of the girls and lie Penny down on the floor again before we give them some parting words to go load the van. I use a pink bandana to hogtie Penny just to anger her before I leave. The camera now gets to show nothing but the three friends struggling on the floor. Kari is the worst off of the three because she’s duct taped. The other two have a chance if they get into a more upright position.

There is nothing like the sound of Penny Nichols cursing into a gag because something she needs is out of reach or is a struggle to grab. She doesn’t curse much these days, but she’s still as testy as she ever was. There is no one I’d rather talk to when I need an honest opinion because she’ll tell it as it is and not hold anything back. Maddy is climbing into the truck when I motion that I have one last thing to do with the captives still inside the house.

“Hey, cutie,” I hold Kari’s chin in my right hand while stooping down to look at her.
“MMMMMMMM!” she wails into the socks she was formerly wearing before she was gagged.
“I’ve decided to steal you too!” I bent down and sling her over my shoulder.
“NO! NO!” she starts hyperventilating and crying, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“Here we go! Let’s go find your new home!” I practically taunt her awful misery.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she repeats helplessly, but all I do is grope her rear and spank her.

I gently place the desperate blonde into the back of the van. She is doing her best to cry like she is really being kidnapped. It’s quite pitiful, and I really admire no one’s acting skills like hers; I turn to her for advice when I want to better my performances. She sometimes taps out from the elements that trigger her, but for the most part she is the best of us at playing evil, silly, serious, crazy, heartless, pitiful, or any other type of role with equal flair. I really admire her so much.

The van drives away with Kari weeping and struggling passionately. She has gone from waking up in the middle of a robbery to being kidnapped by the robbers. The poor thing, like the friends from whom I am stealing her, is gagged with her own cheesy socks. She's frog taped in the back of a van. All this has unfolded in the last 30-45 minutes. I’d be crying, too, if I were in her spot.

“Mmmmmmmmm!” she groans back there while the van bumps along the road.
“Awww, sorry, sweetheart. You’ll be at your new home soon,” I am an awful person, yeah?
“Mmmmmmmmm!” Destiny is still losing her mind back in that house.
“Grrrmmmm!” Penny gets out of the simple bandana hogtie in which she had been trapped.
“Mm mm mmmmm! Grm mm mrrm gmgggg rwwwfff!” Destiny prates even while gagged.
“Mmmmmmmmm! Huh uh!” Penny is still as cantankerous as ever!

Now it is time for Penny to do her thing. She rocks back and forth two or three times before she springs forward and onto her feet. For a small girl, she is spry and athletic and a sight to behold during a scene. She hops over to the counter. She is too short, though, to reach the scissors with how tightly I bound her, so she has to hop herself up to sitting on the counter as the scene ends.

THE END

A Robbery to Remember
Production Date: Saturday, January 13, 2018

Featuring	Model Name	As
Mary-Ann Voisin	Maddy Vee	Catsuit Bandit #1
Jacqueline Martin	Missy Mischief	Casuit Bandit #2
Kendra Kristensen	Penny Nichols	Kidnapped Resident #1
Destiny Reilly	Destiny Child	Kidnapped Resident #2
Hannah Larsson	Karina Nilsson	Kidnapped Resident #3

Total Duration of Film: Approximately 51 minutes

I don't know which one Maddy and I like better: catsuits, bodysuits, or leather. Regardless, we share styles in clothing even if we can't share clothes, and we make a formidable team. See ya in the next film! We’re making two bandit scenes in one shooting day. It is so much fun.

[Caesar73]

How very lovely! I bet the Butt´s of the Ladies are glowing red!

[AlexUSA3]

How very lovely! I bet the Butt´s of the Ladies are glowing red!

Most likely, they are very red, but I suspect they all enjoyed it.

[AlexUSA3]

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Bandit Adventures
Film 2: Those Bumbling Idiots

“Am I absolutely a doll or what?” I turn to my partner, Roxanne, and strike a sexy pose.
“Paulina,” she smiles under her ski mask, “You’re more than a doll; you’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you. You’re a sight to behold as well.”

We both have black catsuits, black crew socks, and black ankle boots with black drawstring bags on our backs. My partner, Rox Rutledge, has a latex catsuit, though, and the black ski mask. On the other hand, loving bandanas like I do, I have black Western paisley bandanas as a mask and a kerchief. We even have black leather gloves on our hands. We’re sexy as can be, and I intend to go back to my husband after this and have the best cosplay you can imagine. Mmm… sperm. I am a naughty girl once I’m wearing a catsuit, and my husband loves it when I’m naughty.

Roxanne’s wavy brown hair emanates from her ski mask and just begs for someone to pull it. I am in a feisty mood, aren’t I? She has the sweetest brown eyes that don’t tell you that she’s the script writer and star actress in the series of bondage snuff films Ruthless Rustler. She is a really sweet person outside of scenes in spite of her intrapersonal battles, and hangouts with her are unpredictable and fun. I live a little far away, so we play games online together.

She’s a brown-eyed brunette; I’m a brown-eyed brunette. She’s 5’2”; I’m 5’4”. We’re targeting a house inhabited by a 5’6” blue-eyed brunette and a 5’8” brown-eyed brunette. Brunettes are of course the most beautiful girls of all, and brown-eyed brunettes are supreme among those. What makes Rox different is that she’s the only one of us four that doesn’t have an Iberian bloodline.

Like Rox, I have wavy hair, but mine only comes 2 or 3 inches past my shoulders. It’s a story of its own why I keep it short, but I started around 14 and haven’t gone back in the 8 years since. I am pretty twiggy, and I have a limp going from a broken leg I suffered 15 months ago. Rox is as skinny as I am, and the taller victim-to-be is twiggy but naturally slightly squishy. The other one is in perfect shape, though. Rox might be small, but she's stronger than either me or Teresa!

Teresa is tall and only slightly tanned, kind of like me. Her hair is long and beautiful, and rarely is she found without at least a cheerful smirk on her face. She is a ray of sunshine in the lives of many, many people, and she has never failed to open the clouds up to let the shine through when circumstances try to darken her days. She has had her challenges, but nothing like the drama we three fellow actresses have experienced! The worst she’s handled was her boyfriend violating an anal sex ban during a game, but that was still a dramatic episode that deserves its own story. We all share this strange quality of being parts of circles of friends that rally around each other when we’re in need, and we’ve all somehow directly or indirectly changed the others for the better.

Sarah is the blue-eyed girl, the one with the perfect tan. She is an unusual girl, one who brings a special energy into a scene. She’s quite strict on her limits, the strictest of all, but she makes up for it in many other ways, proving you don’t need to expose a girl’s breasts for a scene to be both kinky and entertaining. You’re going to see this firsthand in a few minutes.

The girls are in pajamas, enjoying a cold afternoon at home. Teresa’s are pastel yellow pants and a pastel blue t-shirt. Sarah has a classic pink plaid flannel with a matching long-sleeve button-up shirt. Her hair is held back by a pink scrunchie; the resulting ponytail is cute and inviting, just as she is. I’ve never heard Sarah utter a mean-spirited word without immediately apologizing. The friends are sitting cross-legged on the living floor; their feet are covered by matching socks, and Sarah’s head is adorned by a lavender bandana headband that adds a little contrast to her outfit.

“You really think you’re going to take me down that easily?” Sarah laughed, “No way!”
“I truly believe you’re the mistaken one,” Teresa shakes her head, “I’m going to win this one.”
“You are both mistaken; we’re winning,” Roxanne utters in a sinister voice.
“Who are you?!” the tall Spaniard immediately turns around, “Why are you doing this?!”
“I think,” I point the pistol at the residents, “You’d best keep quiet. Get up.”
“Turn around,” Rox barks out orders, “face the wall, wrists crossed behind your backs. NOW.”

Rox takes out several black cinch straps. Two cinches combine to make a binding ‘+’ around the ‘X’ formed by their crossed wrists. The third cinch binds their ankles together. I take two white handkerchiefs, tied knots in the middle, and gag both of them. That’s simple and effective, and I am confident we will have enough time to raid the house before they can escape this binding.

I almost have my chest thrust out with pride while laying these two girls on the ground. Rox and I arrogantly taunt them both in word and spirit. A smug satisfaction can be seen in our eyes, and I can tell they don’t miss these details. Teresa, after all, holds a psychology degree. I’m just the neighborhood chemist. My favorite chemistry occurs with friends or hubby as a bondage scene. I am getting extremely horny thinking about hubby and take a deep breath once I’m off camera.

Now we stand back and watch the show! Sarah is a big rope bunny and loves being tied up, but I must disappoint by not using a dirty sock gag. She really loves those, but the scene doesn't allow me to do this. Simplicity is the key here. Under normal circumstances, I would do better, but the film is entitled Those Bumbling Idiots for a very good reason!

Teresa is a slippery girl. She is a rope bunny and loves submitting in bondage, but she can find a solution even if you lock her in cuffs. If she can't get herself free, then she'll free the other girl; a bondage like this one is nothing for her to escape. She just needs a little bit of time. Both Teresa and Sarah act like they're incompetent escapists, but they're competent even if not exceptional at this time-honored art. Teresa usually pauses and quietly enjoys her position for a moment or two before she actually tries to escape. Sarah likes to squirm and feel her way out in a precise yet not too mathematical manner. She acts like she's an idiot, but she got an ‘A’ in both particle physics and quantum mechanics. This girl is a total genius and simultaneously an absolute sweetheart.

Teresa rolls her eyes while the gag soaks her drool. Sarah squirms over to Teresa and effortlessly pulls off one wrist binding strap and then the other. They almost seem to be making a game of it, and they're soon unknotting the bandanas that had previously gagged them. They roll their eyes, and they stand up while dusting themselves off. Sarah goes to the closet and grabs two bags.

“Let's take these amateurs down,” Sarah has a confident gaze and a smile on her face.
“I like the way you think,” Teresa returns the smile with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

Teresa takes her own bag and sets off in pursuit of someone: me! She is silent as a mouse, since she has those cute fuzzy socks on her feet. I’m scoping out a bedroom while Rox is upstairs. I'm clueless as to the escape of the captives, and I’m less aware that they're planning to flip the tables on us. I don't see the girl or her neon green paracord approaching me from behind.

Suddenly, knees get pushed from behind, and I hit on the ground on my kneecaps. Teresa moves quickly, pushing me to the ground, putting a knee in my back, taking neon green paracord, and tying my crossed wrists behind my back with ease. I’m stunned and neither respond nor cry out to let Rox know what is happening to me. She has knotted the binding when I get control of myself and realize what is happening. I take a deep breath and shout loudly so I’m heard.

“Rox! Rox! The captives escaped! Save yourself!” I manage to form a cogent thought.
“Oh, damn it!” Roxanne hisses under her breath, “I’m toast now! What to do!”

Teresa now can easily tie me up. The harness passes on either side of my breasts and through my armpits, and it includes a V in the chest area. She cinches it well around my arms and cinches it between my arms and behind my back for a tight fit. The waist rope passes between my legs to irritate me and remind me that I am no longer in control of anything. She has to stand me up to do it all, but she does with incredible agility, calm, precision, and even grace. My mask is pulled down as well, revealing my identity in that sense. Now I have gone from a ninja to a cowgirl.

I stand there with gritted teeth and frustration in my heart. My arms are secured to my body, and I will not be getting out of this as long as I am being watched. She moves to tying my legs after she makes me take a seat on a wooden chair. My ankles, of course, are tied first, but only after I am stripped of my boots and my socks. My mind wanders upstairs, wondering how Rox is. She is no match for Sarah, and I shudder at the thought of the feisty girl trying to fight back.

“Unhand me!” Rox’s elbows are crushed together with the paracord, and she is unmasked.
“Well, well, well,” Sarah proudly walks around her captive, “Aren't you a feisty intruder?”
“When I get out of this, you’ll regret doing this,” the captive's wrists are now being tied.
“I’m not too worried, really,” Sarah says nonchalantly, “You see? You're an amateur; I’m a pro.”

Rox stands there doing her specialty, looking angry or sinister. She is fuming over our captures at the hands of girls we had tied up a long time ago. She receives a harness and a waist rope and a crotch rope just like the ones I received. Now it is apparent that Roxanna has her hair held in a black scrunchie and that she has a black bandana headband with the knot on top of her head for a pinch of innocence. When she breaks character and smiles while testing her bonds, it's apparent that the girl who plays the titular Ruthless Rustler is harmless as a fly, having learned her lessons in the hardest way possible: by going to juvenile girls’ prison for 18 months.

Rox spilled those details to me in private one day over lunch. She was apparently super popular in school and running for class president, and she kidnapped her rival girl to try to scare her into pulling out of the race. After 12 hours, her father figured out that his daughter had a girl bound and gagged in her bedroom closet! The police were called, and Rox went away for a while. She doesn't know why she did something so wrong, but she candidly admitted that she hates herself a lot for it and struggles to cope with her mistakes. She transformed from the rambunctious, loud, and proud girl into a quiet, reserved, but sure girl. She knows what she can and can't do, and she admits when she's not right for a job… but she won't admit she's right for it, either.

Life is a struggle for her. Her mom died when she was 13, and she never found anything to fill the void in her heart. She only recently realized that that part of her still is for her mother and is full even after all these years. Like me, she was raised agnostic, and similarly she only recently made the decision of faith to believe that God is real. It was something we discussed, but it's our little secret that we happened to call each other after making that decision on the same day!

No, it wasn't a magical transformation. It was a leap of faith we both made. We didn't suddenly find new purpose, but we found new meaning. We both accepted that it brings moral quandaries concerning this activity of ours, but we accept our battles concerning this and other things. She created the Ruthless Rustler as an outlet for her angst, but I’m not sure it's a healthy outlet. This kind of scene, though, is a fun way to earn a little money, be creative, and enjoy bondage. Sorry for that long aside, but Rox will never tell you any of these things on her own.

“Why you!” a now bootless Rox sneers when she walks into the room, being pushed by Sarah.
“We’ve got you two right where we want you!” Sarah forces Rox to sit on another chair.

Now our legs are bound with neon green paracord at our ankles, on either side of our knees, and below our waist. The ropes are tied tightly and cinched well. We are already trapped, but we’re stripped of our socks. Teresa ties our big toes together using a thinner paracord, and Sarah plays with our socks and giggles like a schoolgirl. She has such a charming innocence in her eyes, but she is planning something quite nasty for us. She holds Rox’s socks up to my nose.

“C’mon, cutie pie, open up nice and wide. Here comes the choo choo!” she taunts me.
“You're disgusting! Call the cops for all we care, but don't doomph!” Rox eats my socks.
“She's right! You're crazy and vile and mmmmph!” I am now forced to eat Rox’s socks.
“That's right, my dears!” knotted fuchsia bandanas cleave gag us.
“Let's really shut them up!” Teresa has her favorite yellow duct tape.

I don't why I like dirty sock gags or why the multi-layered gag of socks, cleave gag, and a tape gag is my all-time favorite (and the favorite of many of my friends, but no one present, not even the camera girls) way to be shut up during a game or a scene. I have found no consistent link to trauma with enjoying dirty sock gags because many people I know who love these had happy go lucky childhoods. Even some such people enjoy intense elements like asphyxia.

For certain, I do this to reclaim a sense of agency. My father and brothers abused me. Beatings were common, and often he’d use a shoelace to tie my arms behind my back so he could molest me as part of things. It was only after I escaped that hellhole that I realized he was as estranged from my mother as he was from me, and the sexual assault (he kept his pants on) was because he was getting stiffed by my mother. That's when I started appearing in scenes, but I now will only do films with my friends here at Maddy Tied Her. I had to reclaim my own body, and that sound of zippers being drawn is like a drug to me because it's consensual. No exposure today.

The yellow rolls of tape wrap around our heads. The smell of the adhesive fills everyone's nose with its distinctive components. It sticks to my skin with an unforgiving grip. With each wrap of the tape, my face is crushed a little more tightly. Teresa wraps my face 8 times before she's done with the duty, and she snaps the roll with an absolutely adorable, large smile on her face. Sarah's smile might be larger, and she snaps the tape with pizzazz. The roommates then high five.

I’ve realized that trauma and mental health struggles make a girl more likely to try bondage, but I find it doesn't change that anyone can like it. There are so many reasons girls like it. Some find it sporting, like Sarah; some find it adventuresome, like Roxanne; some find it challenging, like me and Teresa; others even still find it relaxing. Best of all is that there are ways for everyone to participate, regardless of size or strength, and even the weak can get the upper hand. You set up the rules to work bondage into other games. It's awesome. You sweat, playfully humiliate your friends or get humiliated, engage in challenges, build your trust and love, and get a dose of some awesome hormones. There is something for everyone no matter how dirty or clean they play!

“Mmmmm,” the powerful taste of Roxanne’s socks launches an assault upon my taste buds.
“Why do they call it ‘toe cheese’?” Teresa innocently asks the most disgusting questions.
“Because of Manchego, my dear,” Sarah just proverbially shot poor Teresa right out of the sky.
“Why are you picking on my homeland?!” Teresa’s eyes grow wide, “What did I do to you?!”

Teresa is a native Spaniard. She came here only for college and decided to stay permanently just a few months ago. The smart response is hilarious considering Sarah’s mother is first-generation Portuguese American. I don't mention her accent because she is much more than that. This one's a girl with a beautiful understanding of when it is and isn't OK to go with the crowd.

Why does toe cheese excite some of us while making others barf? Teresa hates them, but she can still handle them and once did handle them for an intense scene. Sarah likes feet too much; she’s done foot fetish videos in the past. She has passion and natural flair, too. She’ll give and receive in happiness: sock gags, smelling socks, feet, and shoes, foot gags (literally someone's foot as her gag), forced toe sucking, etc. I could never, but a dirty sock gag is oh-so divine to my senses.

The other things I want to discuss are crotch ropes and exposure, since those are relevant in films like this one. We all have our own limits, but Sarah is one of just three girls I know who forbids both breast exposure and crotch ropes. I like both. I wish we were exposed just to humiliate us a little bit more, maybe even put clothespins, binder clips, or a clothes hanger on our nipples. But a scene can be complete without it. Crotch ropes are fun and irritating and get me a little wet but with nothing major occurring. Forced orgasms are incredible. I’ll stop here for this story.

“Let's tickle them and really make them taste the toe Manchego,” Sarah wiggles her eyebrows.

Tickled while gagged with Rox’s socks? Count me in! I love tickling in all of its stages from the initial fits of forced laughter to the groans of agony because I’m ready to tear a muscle. Sarah is the one tickling me, to my regret. I say regret because she can be a cruel one while tickling girls, especially ones she knows are suffering from eau de toe. Let's dive into this.

“Haaaaa! Ha ha haaaaaa!” I cackle as much as my gag allows; man, Rox tastes bad.
“You bumbling idiots broke into our home, and look at you!” Teresa taunts us in our suffering.
“Huh huh huh huh huhhhhhhhhh,” Roxanne is a little more controlled in her laughter.

To make matters more unfair, not all girls are ticklish, but none of the Maddy Tied Her has this ailment. Still, we're having fun. Rox and I are laughing; Sarah and Teresa are smiling; it's a good time for all of us. The more I laugh, the more I taste Rox’s socks; I can tell by the grimaces Rox occasionally makes that she is having a similar experience. Rox is one of those girls who is not a lover of sock gags, but she can take them as well as me or Sarah! What an experience!

“I bet you want your ski mask back, am I right?” Sarah asks Roxanne with a smile.
“Mmmmmmm…,” Rox thinks before nodding, “Mmm hmm!”
“Good! You got it!” the mask is placed backwards, blindfolding Roxanne.
“And you too!” the mischievous Sarah takes off my former mask.
“Nmmmmmm,” I pant while she blindfolds me with it, “Mmmm mmmm mmmmmmmmm!”
“Let them stew. I’ll be back,” Teresa apparently leaves us alone with Sarah, who keeps quiet.

Now we're left on the chairs with three sounds filling the air: our gag talk, our struggles, and Rox squeaking because of her latex catsuit. She loves the latex, though, and looks so good in it, but I do not like the sound it makes. That's why my catsuit, which is my own personal one, is spandex instead of other material. It's breathable enough I can wear it during a multi-hour movie, sweaty enough to be exciting for me and my husband, flexible enough I can move, and quiet. Latex has a certain luster to it, but if given the choice I will not wear it.

We’re left to struggle in our bondage while Teresa keeps a watchful eye on us. We're not going to escape any time soon when we have our captor watching us so closely. Sometimes, even with a blindfold, I can tell what my captor is doing. I know what kinds of things my friends do when they're bored or having to sit around. and Emilia is not much of a phone surfer. The surprise isn't coming from her, anyway; the surprise is about to come from Sarah.

“That,” she smiles as police sirens fill the air, “is the cops coming for you. Thanks for playing!”

And the film fades out with our captors laughing at us while we panic at our inevitable arrest.

THE END

Those Bumbling Idiots
Production Date: Saturday, January 13, 2018

Featuring	Model Name	As
Hannah Jones	Sarah Johnson	Resident #1
Emilia Albuquerque	Teresa Perez	Resident #2
Felice Pryce	Roxanne Rutledge	Catsuit Bandit #1
Nichole Petersen	Paulina Oliveira	Catsuit Bandit #2

Total Duration of Film: Approximately 49 minutes

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Great story it fun when the tables are turned in Bandits!