Tall, Svelte, and Beautiful (F/F, with photos)

[AlexUSA3]

Tall, Svelte, and Beautiful
Saturday, August 08, 2015

"You ready to try bondage modeling?!" I asked my friend Brooke, "It's going to be interesting!"
"I've been getting hogtied by my brothers for long enough. This will be nothing," she quipped.
"Heeeee heeeee heeeee!" I couldn't help but laugh at how she said it like it was boring.
"Thank you, M.A., for reaching out to me," Brooke sigh and looked away, "I've felt like a total stranger in my community, especially since I've been so scared to drive again."
"No one's going to force you," I told her with confidence in my words, "Not me at least!"

She looked like a desperado already with the black cowboy bandana around her neck, but it was a perfect accoutrement with the black polo, blue jeans, and cowboy boots! Brooke Meeks was a good girl in so many ways, and she needed someone to convince her that was true. Like many of us Bondagettes, Brooke went to prison. It was texting and driving that did it to her, like so many other women, but for her that led to injuring others and charges of reckless driving and the like. I offered her a chance at finding a source of income outside ranching by doing rope modeling with Tied After Class. You couldn't find someone more unlike me, the wildcat!

She's quiet; I'm boisterous. She's reserved; I'm a wildcat. She's focused; I'm scatterbraind. The list goes on and on, but underneath all that was a deep mutual respect, a shared basic piety, and a love of being bound and gagged. Yes, bound and gagged! Heeeee heeeee heeeee! She played it with her brothers. It?! I mean TUGs, of course. Brooke was a cowgirl who knew how to take a strict hogtie without any complaints! She was a tough girl, even if she was a quiet one.

"Well, Brooke, what do you like about being your sibling's roping toy?" I asked her curiously.
"Ummm," she tugged at the bandana around her neck, "Why do you care about me, Mary-Ann?"

"Fine, fine," I grinned and looked right in her grayish blue eyes while waiting for a stoplight to turn green, "Because I see in you a girl who loves Jesus like I do, a rough-and-tumble sort of girl who has a spirit for adventure like I do, a person," I choked up, "Who's sorry for her mistakes in the past and wishes she could blink her eyes and make the nightmares go away. For you, it's the sight of someone bleeding from a broken leg; for me, it's watching my parents eat steak while I'd skipped lunch that day because they never loved me for even a New York minute. I can't forget the…," I choked on my own words, "getting beaten by a foster family… for going to mass."

"Wow… ummmmmm…," she again tugged at her bandana, "Mary-Ann. I guess we do have lots in common. We're both scarred and confused and trying to express our trauma."
"I see a good person. I've seen more girls go through juvie than I'd like. I know repentance at a glance. You're penitent, Brooke, and deserve friends, and I have a group of friends who mostly know you already, would love to have you join them, and believe in true forgiveness."
"I'm not rejected back home or in town. I'm rejected by myself. But it'll be good to be around a group of people who share my struggle," finally—hallelujah!—she smiled, "Let's do this!"

Brooke has three groups of friends in her life: her siblings, her hometown friends, and her prison friends. Despite getting her to be a bondage model, I never convinced her to become a full Cool Girl even though she'd occasionally come to Club activities. It was that winter, after she'd truly come out of her shell, that she was convinced to take the leap during a Christmas party with me and the CGC. I think she liked the idea of having a place where she was safe to discuss all of her adventures with her brothers and finally realized the CGC was what it claimed to be. Her oldest brother also happened to move out of the house that year, and she wanted TUG buddies, too. In a short time, she also discovered that she'd grown to love us as her friends. There you go! That's the short version of the Brooke Meeks story from ex-con to Cool Girl and Bondagette!

It also helped that most of us Cool Girls are also Christians. In fact, we talked all the way to the Moreau's house about God and how I reconciled my bizarre side gig with things. It's really just too long to explain, but I basically do it for myself and my own stress relief. Everyone's mileage will vary though. Like, we have girls among us who are fine with just being tied and gagged for photos to be taken as long as their bosom stays covered, and that's OK! It's hard since the world features many tribal peoples who are fine with busts being out, and… I'm not sure it's OK. OK? Thanks. I really don't understand it except I firmly believe sex is for married couples.

Where was I? I'm lost, all by myself! HEEEEE heeeee heeeee!
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The Moreau's are good people. Steve and Marcy were willing to give us prison girls a chance at working for them because we were pretty and willing to try. They didn't care about backgrounds as long as you were honest with them. If you treat them like parents, they'll treat you like a child of their own. Steve was in late 40s, and Marcy was 45 then (Shhhhhhh! She only told me that in private!) with each of them being healthy and fit, riding motorcycles, attending car shows, and so forth. In fact, Brooke became a frequenter of these more for sun and fun than for any car love.

Did you ever play dress-up as a kid? Me neither. Well, you play dress-up only to get bound and gagged when you're a bondage model. It's so much fun just listening to the photographer telling you what to do so you look like a damsel-in-distress while he snaps shot after shot. Honestly, it's harder doing photography than doing video because photos require you to position yourself like you're moving for a movie but then hold it while 2 or 3 snaps are taken. Then you move a bit for the next shot and hold it again. After 3 scenes, you can be super sore, especially when your boss decides he wants 190 individual frames in hopes of having 100-150 good ones to sell!

"What's your name going to be? Have you thought about that?" I asked Brooke with a big grin.
"Pearl Posse. Dad says I'm his precious pearl, and posse goes with my style," she smiled back.

I picked out the first outfit for "Pearl Posse" and chose a red miniskirt and a pair of bright, shiny red high heels for her. Some nice nude pantyhose and a white sleeveless polo shirt gave Brooke that precious look to be a damsel-in-distress. Now, I don't want to bore you with the details for the bondage because it's basically the same in all three shots today. Brooke is super flexible, so she got elbow bondage every time; because she's tall, she got 4 or 5 leg ropes every time.

For the first scene, Brooke had her lips sealed with strips of red duct tape, and she looked, well, absolutely adorable! She put her hair in a bun , which revealed just how thin it really was. Oh, I was so happy just sitting there, though, and watching Steve Moreau even get on camera to fondle her boobs a little while Marcy took some photos. Can you ask for better teamwork? WHAT?! If you don't know the correct answer is Maddy Tied Her!!!!!!! No, truly, I love the Moreau's.



Scene #2 saw Brooke's first and only harness of the day. A simple black fabric cleave gag. Sexy choices of a skirt and a sweater. Brown pantyhose and beige heels. Yes, Brooke was doing fine as a damsel-in-distress photography model and subject. She let Steve fondle her again and gave us a sweet smile while Marcy untied her. Oh, this girl was so cute! Awwwwwww, the memories of this day bring a smile to my face. Now picture Brooke today being my go-to girl when I need a fearless tough girl. Heeeee heeeee heeeee! Oh, honey, we do all love you.



Sorry, you care about the bondage, and I care about Brooke. We're not the same. I'm a producer talking about a girl who sees me as one of her closest confidantes; you're wanting to see her tied up and gagged in all sorts of kinky misadventures. The reason Brooke was such a natural was all the times she'd been kidnapped by her brothers. As I understood, Brooke and her brothers had an informal rulebook, kind of like the Cool Girls' Club, except that the Meek's only permitted cleave gags and strips of either duct tape or microfoam tape. Maybe stuffing was allowed. I don't know for certain. What counts is that she had experience being a gorgeous damsel-in-distress!

By the way, all of this is just happening in the Moreau's garage, as crazy as this sounds. For this final scene, Brooke got a brown skirt, open-foot heels, a striped sweater, some double-sided tape on her lips, and a yellow bandana OTM gag. Guess who got to go onto the set during filming to pull Brooke's boobs out of her shirt?! That's right! HEEEEE heeeee heeeee heeeee!



"Well, how was it?" I asked Brooke on our way to get lunch after we were done.
"I'd gladly pose next to one of their vehicles as long as I'm allowed to dress like a cowgirl!" she said with a smile, "But I'm going to do anything like that again unless you plan on opening your own studio. I'm sore from holding those twisted poses for so long. I haven't been this sore since my first day in juvie." Her words were perfectly timed: I was driving past the Mudville Juvenile Detention Center, the place where we met not too many years before this.
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"Do my socks taste good?" I turn to my present captive with a big smile on my face.
"Nmmm hmmmm!" she shakes her head and struggles in a super tight rope and chair bondage.

To this day, I'm Brooke's go-to girl when she wants to get creative—spending some time binding and gagging others in a controlled context—in that world of bondage modeling that we jokingly entitled Maddy Tied Her—or when she just wants to play a rope game with a fellow girl. Of course she happily engages in TUGs with other Cool Girls, but I'm her closest friend, the one to whom she can be vulnerable, vent about the past, and speculate about her future. These days, it's a little harder since we're both mothers, although for her it's a lot harder.

Shortly after this, Brooke got pregnant out of wedlock, much to everyone's surprise since she had such a fundamentalist approach to family and relationships. Still, she's a human being who is far from perfect, and she hastily married her child's father. Only a year later, Brooke returned from visiting her parents with her toddler (named Nicole after her mother) and waited… and waited… and waited some more… and waited… for a man who never came home. He had left Brooke for some way-too-young chick and has since become a criminal sex offender. In 18 months, Brooke had gone from a cheerful young CGC member to a sudden mom to a young wife to a 20 year-old divorcee. It's not a happy story, but what's happy is the way Brooke's family never once gave her the cold shoulder. She moved back home, and now she has a smiling, bouncy 9 year-old, both of her brothers are married and the fathers of awesome cousins to young Nicole, and Brooke is still as positive and hopeful as ever. She's a big part of why I founded Maddy Tied Her, so that I could slip some money towards her without it being obvious, but she figured it out.

Every story has twists and turns, but the tall, svelte, and beautiful Brooke Meeks story is one that has resulted in true happiness despite various trials and tribulations.

Until next time!
XOXO