Sick motherf-ckers. What has been done to us? I take a deep breath and try to move. Last my memory could recall, we had been searching for the elusive diamond broach that had belonged to Marie Antoinette before she lost the broach first (careless) and then her cob (headless). Why did I keep getting kidnapped by psychopaths while innocently trying to steal priceless, ancient jewels from max security museums? First the bracelet that once belonged to Empress Augusta Victoria Schleswig-Holstein and now this? Excuse me, but I'm engaged to a handsome man who gives a memorable f-cking each and every single time… unlike your significant other.
It's cold in there, dreadfully cold, and I don't want to open my eyes. I hear women talking, and a couple of the voices sound so identical I can't tell if they're sisters or one maniac conversing with herself. The third voice has the familiar sound of domination and sadism. I open my eyes to see that dreadful sight again of that wicked woman: Roxanne Rutledge. She has recruited brand new lackeys to replace the ones who left her side after our last encounter.
"AHHHHHHH! You're awake, finally, Miss Shockman," she patronizingly squeezes my cheek.
"So it's you! You're a conniving little weasel," I try to lunge out at her and discover I cannot.
"Ahhhhh ha ha haaaaa! You're a little tied up, my dear," the vile dominatrix coos at me.
"Well, I'm going to worm my way out of this one again, and this time I'll put you in the ground!"
She stares at me and turns dreadfully cold, "You try that. Go ahead. Ending you will be fun."
This is quite the interesting setting. What kind of criminal uses a restaurant kitchen as their base of operations? Roxanne Rutledge is on that short and pathetic list though. It's cold and sterile, a little bit like her soul. Everything is stainless steel, including the sink in which me and my three friends are being held prisoner. What kind of freak holds people prisoner in a sink?
Here I am, trussed up like a Christmas ham with striped plastic rope of some kind. It looks like a candy cane, but it's not Christmas–time yet. OK, my bondage isn't quite in vogue, but execution isn't in season yet either. Alas, some people have no taste. Gosh, where's that gorgeous hunk of man Carl Blue to come heroically save me from Roxanne so I can then reward him with another magnificent bl-wjob? Oh, Carl, baby, come out, come out, wherever you are!
Anyway, where was I besides thoughts of turning an execution into erotica p-rn? Oh, right, the ropes have tied my legs together like a hunk of meat, three each on my legs and thighs so I once again have the best looking roasts in all the world. Of course, things aren't so good for us at the moment since we're all only in our panties or briefs, depending on our tastes. They fashioned a useless harness and folded my knees into my chest to tie me into a tight ball and tied my wrists to my ankles so I'm tightly scrunched as if they plan to stuff me into a cage or a box or something.
Karina rolls her eyes at the sight of Roxanne Rutledge. "Oh, God, not you again."
"Yes, in the flesh, my dear," Roxanne takes an exaggerated bow, "Marie Antoinette's Broach is of great interest to me as well, you see, but unlike last time I'm not wasting time with chit-chat."
"OK, Roxanne, what do we do next?" her lackeys ask her with eagerness.
Which is most concerning? Karina, Lucille, and I being helpless in the sink with nothing but our black undies (Go team!), Roxanne's cold dead heart, or the unity in those twin lackey's garb? I'll start with the Twin Terrors since they're just blind-hearted goons obeying orders, and after that it will be time to focus on little Roxie—who murders in cold blood to make up for her stature.
I'm sooooo not into the bandana thing, but that's the best part of the Twin dullards ensemble, with matching kelly green headbands that kind of go with their green eyes. One has the floral pattern, and the other has the more standard paisley motifs. Even the green leggings are nice. Matching black leather miniskirts, white t-shirts, black leather jackets, white crew socks (it's freaking cold in here!), and black ankle boots though? Someone got their fashion ideas from the store located on the corner of Edge Street and Gangster-Wannabe Lane. Sorry, girls, but you're too sweet and sugary looking for anyone to think you could be a legit danger to anyone but a bug. I really like the long blonde hair and the athletic figures, but they're not competition for grabbing men's eyes.
"Hey, how about you join our team? We have gorgeous hunks of men on our side!" I say.
"Men?" the one with the scar on her cheek immediately perks up, clearly not a virgin.
"Hailey! Stop it!" the other twin chides her sister, clearly still a virgin.
"Yeah, Bailey, like I want to grow to be an old maid alongside you!" Miss Hailey responds.
"Our guys don't care about your virginity. They care about loyalty," I wiggle my eyebrows.
"Ah, Miss Shockman, stuffing my socks into your mouth is a total pleasure," Roxanne interrupts.
"GMMMMM!" oh—what a f-cking war crime—those taste horrible—B-TCH B-TCH B-TCH!
The b-tch hisses. "Never again will I permit you to incite my own followers against me."
"GMMMMM!" I roll my eyes while she wraps my head in classic gray duct tape to silence me.
"Again? Roxie, really?" Karina sounds bored with this situation, so I'll focus on her now.
Kari is our team leader, the mastermind behind each and every heist we commit. She decides if a heist is too risky, too competitive, too futile, or too good to ignore. She has pale blonde hair that is held back by a black bandana headband and bright blue eyes that are almost infantile, which is another way of saying they're positively adorable. Her tits are perky and firm: that means she's a genuine threat in a beauty contest. Thankfully, she has a husband… wherever that lummox is!
To be honest, Kari has it rough. She's torqued with zipties lining her arms from her wrists up to her elbows. They similarly line her legs from her waist down to her ankles, and the b-tches even remembered to secure her toes. Several go up her trunk to secure her arms to her own body. It's weird seeing other's tits when we're not in the prison showers together like once upon a time.
"Ugh," Lucille finally opens her eyes, her back to the fiends, "Let me guess: Roxie Rutledge."
"Gmmmph!" I look at her and sigh in my gagged boredom, because this is one annoying gag.
"You sassed her and she stuffed her socks in your mouth, right?" the curly-haired brunette asks.
"Yep," Karina rolls her eyes, "Just a matter of what craziness comes next."
"Gmmmmm," I roll my eyes too, cursed to suck on Roxie's socks, "Mmmm mmm mmmm!"
Roxie is finally sputtering again. "How dare you pathetic lumps of flesh defy me like this!"
Now Lucille is one of our latest recruits to our criminal ring and serious competition. She's tall, very Italian, and well-built. The medium-length brown curls and brown eyes make her seem as friendly as she really is. That hockey player strength comes in handy, and she has a set that can make the men drool and form a lump of their shorts within seconds of laying their eyes on her. She's tied up much like I am, only her bindings are made of neon green parachute cord instead.
And Roxanne? Pffft. What kind of outfit is that anyway? She always has her wavy dark brown hair held back in a scrunchie that color coordinates with her outfit. Most often, she matches said scrunchie with the color of her bandana headband, and those usually match her socks. Today, it's the burgundy of blood lust, and she is lusting for some bloodless blood shed. The mustard color of her t-shirt and the black of her combat boots definitely say this woman is utilitarian. The sad part is that she's utilitarian with people; those twins are nothing but workers to use and discard to her. The vacant, cold brown eyes and the sagging tits ensure this one will be a lonely elderly hag that's chasing kids for no good reason… if she doesn't get eighty-sixed first.
"Oh, Miss and Miss Edwards," Roxie looks at Karina and Lucille, "Gag them as you please."
"After you," the scarred twin motions for the not-scarred twin to lead the way.
"Very well. What shall it be? Socks, sponges, or balls?" Hailey asks her co-conspirator.
"I think a harness ball gag for Lucille," Bailey muses, "And a sponge for Karina."
Karina interrupts the twins, "Don't we get a say in this? Because I have a dirty sock fetish—"
"SHUT UP!" Roxanne snaps at Karina and resists her desire to strangle my snarky employer.
With a bizarre smile, Hailey jams a sponge into Karina's mouth and wraps her face in yellow vet wrap with some wraps between the teeth and then several over the mouth. Lucille gets the green ball gag that's part of a head harness, probably a two or two-and-a-quarter inch model, and all of the straps are pulled tight. We all look at each other and sigh. Seriously, Roxie has become trite and boring, and we've had it with her attempts to bump us off in the name of the almighty dollar. Bailey Edwards takes over, puts Kari into a stringent hogtie—because she must—plugs the drain, and turns on the water before playfully tipping Lucille onto her side in the sink.
Roxie has a particular thing against me though, and she forces me to stay upright to watch both of my friends suffering and screaming into their gags as the water fills up around us. As ripples begin to approach Karina's nose, Roxie dumps me onto my side as well. "This will get rid of you three quickly. Marie Antoinette's broach will be mine!" Roxanne laughs at us and, in true comic villain fashion, gathers her lackeys and leaves without watching us die because reasons.
Unfortunately, for Roxanne and the Edwards twins, Lucille had a hand on the drain plug from the moment she'd been dumped onto her side. With the water above our heads and the strange aura of fluorescent light shimmering through the flowing water, it was a frightful sight even while the water level slowly dropped until our drowning scene came to a fraught conclusion.
"How hoo ee geh ouh oh thith?" Lucille asks despite the big green ball gag filling her mouth.
"Mmmmm?" I shrug my shoulders, more concerned that Roxie and her stooges will return.
Karina screamed a lot while Lucille and I wriggled our ways around until we were able to reach each other's ropes. It took us a good 15 minutes, but soon we were three soaking wet, and naked, criminals standing in a restaurant kitchen, planning our final escape from Roxie's latest, creative, and murderous—and extremely f-cked up—situation.
THE END
The Restaurant: The Sink
Duration of Film: Approximately 44 minutes
Saturday, September 26, 2020
| Featuring | Model Name | As |
|---|---|---|
| Mackenzie Schaefer | Nichole Shockman | Captive #1 |
| Michela Palmeri | Lucille Rossi | Captive #2 |
| Hannah Larsson | Karina Nilsson | Captive #3 |
| Felice Pryce | Roxanne Rutledge | Captor #1 |
| Leah Ralston | Bailey Edwards | Captor #2 |
| Liz Ralston | Hailey Edwards | Captor #3 |
| Mary-Ann Jamison | Maddy Vee | Rigger #1 |
| Brooke Meeks | Pearl Posse | Rigger #2 |
| Jackie Martin | Missy Mischief | Camera |
| Nichole Petersen | Paulina Oliveira | Camera |
| Destiny Reilly | Destiny Child | Safety |
| Joyce Verdi | Annie Oakes | Safety |
When I arrived in prison, I was an impenitent junkie. Hannah was the first one to really look me in the eyes and say "You can change, Mackenzie." She was right. I did change, and she kept her promise to stay in contact with me during and after my imprisonment. Without her, I wouldn't be married to the man I love because Hannah set us up on that fateful blind date, and she introduced me to bondage modeling as well. For these things, I owe that blonde babe my loyalty.
If you want to enjoy more tales from the Maddy Tied Her sink, choose your favorites from the list below, drop us a comment or private message, and wait for us to bring it to life. Don't see something that suits your fancy and have an idea of your own? Drop us a message, and we'll try to work with you to figure out the models best suited to bringing your fantasies to life! I put the Maddy Tied Her model lineup at the bottom so you better visualize us.
- Maddy Tied Her: The Peril Quest — Maddy is ziptie hogtied in a filling bathtub in yet another attempt to conquer the one filming element that she can't handle. Maddy's finally forced to accept that she has some inexplicable and immutable personal boundaries.
- Maddy Tied Her: Foot Girl's Adventure — Hannah Jones enjoys a simple film.
- Evelyn Woods: Minnesota Ropeworks! — Melissa Roberts style bondage photoshoot.
- Tommy Trusser: Tied Hottie! — Hannah Larsson goes to a photoshoot.
- Tied After Class: Buxom Beauties — Destiny and Taylor partake in a photoshoot.
- Tied After Class: Hopping Like Mad — Kendra and Taylor partake in a photoshoot.
