FILM BUFF

"I can't believe we're going through with this," I said, turning to Pauline.

"I can't believe that you're stopping to talk in the middle of a thunderstorm," she replied, gripping the umbrella with white knuckles.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," I grinned, and rang the doorbell.

Pauline and I were huddled under a large umbrella in deepest, darkest suburbia. Even though it was a mid-Autumn afternoon, the clouds had conspired to make it very dark and very cold. It wasn't quite a thunderstorm, yet, and I hoped it wouldn't develop into one - flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder would definitely affect the quality of the movie...

The door opened, and I found myself looking into Andy's hazel eyes, which were slightly obscured by his glasses. He smiled - he was tall, slightly too thin and had a huge mess of hair on top of his head. He was dressed casually, and his smile turned into a grin as he looked his two house-guests up and down. Pauline was obviously fed-up of standing outside in the rain - without waiting for him to speak, she pushed past him into the house, handing the umbrella to me on the way past.

"Hi, girls," Andy said, suddenly remembering what he was meant to be doing.

"Hi, Andy," I smiled, handing him the umbrella, "How's Pam?"

"She's okay - she's upstairs, going through the script."

I was about to speak when Pauline cut in: "Do you have anything hot to drink?"

"Sure - I put the kettle on just before you arrived. Go through to the lounge, make yourselves comfortable."

I nodded, and followed Pauline through to the lounge. We removed our coats, and Andy was on hand to take them from us. Pauline and I sat on the large leather sofa together, relieved to be out of the cold. She was wearing black leather boots, a denim miniskirt and a white vest top. Her summer tan was still going strong, and she didn't look as cold as I felt. I was more covered-up - black crop-top, blue jeans, trainers. I rubbed my goose-pimpled arms, and tried to relax. To be honest, I was feeling a little nervous.

I heard Pam walking down the stairs before I saw her. A tall, beautiful brunette (although her hair had a very slight hint of red), she was wearing a brown t-shirt and tight blue jeans. She grinned when she saw us, and we all exchanged hugs and greetings. Andy brought us cups of tea, and we sat around chatting about mundane things like the weather. But, soon enough, the conversation turned to our project for that afternoon.

"Do you like the script?" I asked.

"Love it," Andy replied.

"Looks like loads of fun," Pam grinned, "Speaking of which, perhaps we ought to make a start."

Yes, that afternoon, we were gathered to film a movie. Just a small, amateur movie... based on a script what I wrote (sic). Pauline and I both had sportsbags full of outfits and bondage equipment, and Pam and Andy had quite an extensive collection of their own. Pam was the director (actually, we couldn't work out if we should refer to her as the director or directrix, so we eventually settled on dominatrix instead), Andy was the cameraman... and Pauline and I were the stars. Or starlets, at least.

"Right," I smiled, getting to my feet, "Where do you want me?"

"We're filming in chronological order," Pam replied, "so we need you in your first outfit, outside the front door."

Pauline spoke again: "Erm... should I have read the script?"

"It might help..." I smiled to her, then turned to Pam: "Where can I go change?"

"The bathroom. And you, Pauline - you just make yourself comfortable and read the script."

I poked Pauline in the side, making her yelp with surprise. She gave me a dirty look, but before she could retaliate I had grabbed my bag and left the room. I quickly climbed the stairs and locked myself in the bathroom. My first costume was a superheroine costume - I smiled to myself, since I had been looking forward to wearing it all day. I quickly stripped out of my clothes until I was standing naked in the middle of the bathroom - I admired my figure in the mirror on the medicine cabinet, turning to make sure I would look okay from every angle during filming. I had applied subtle makeup before we left our own house, so all I needed to do was don my costume.

I delved into the bag and retrieved a black fishnet crotchless bodystocking. I stepped into it and pulled the tight, stretchy material over my body. I licked my lips in anticipation, as I watched the uniform criss-cross pattern deformed by the curves of my thighs and buttocks. I put my arms in the sleeves, and pulled the bodystocking up to my shoulders, looking at my fishnet-covered breasts in the mirror and feeling very sexy. Fishnet can do that to a girl. The bodystocking covered my entire body except for my hands, my head and my crotch... and left nothing to the imagination.

There was more to my superheroine costume than just a flimsy fishnet catsuit.

The next item I retrieved from my bag was a maroon sleeveless spandex leotard. Gripping the sleeves of the bodystocking so they wouldn't ride up in the sleeves of the leotard, I pushed my arms into the sleeves of the leotard and then pulled it over my head. I stretched it tight over my breasts and torso, and fastened the crotch studs to keep it taut. Spandex and fishnet - very nice.

Maroon knee-length boots and maroon opera gloves were the next two items out of the bag, and I quickly put them on. Then, that only left the matching maroon eyemask, which I pulled over my eyes and fastened behind my head. A quick brush of my hair, a wink at my reflection and I was ready. A maroon spandex and black fishnet superheroine, ready to fight for justice... or, at least, get captured, tied up and tormented.

I made my way back downstairs to the lounge. Pauline was still sitting on the leather sofa, leafing through the script. She looked up when she heard me enter, and smiled.

"Looking good," she said, getting to her feet.

"You think?" I asked, blushing slightly as I turned on the spot to let her see my outfit in its entirety.

"When do I get to play with you?"

"You haven't got that far in the script yet?"

"Erm... no... not yet..."

"Then I won't tell you. Where are the others?"

"Out in the entrance hall, setting up the camera and lighting."

I smiled at Pauline and left her sitting on the sofa again, leafing through the script. Andy and Pam were, as Pauline had said, setting up in the entrance hall - the camera was on a tripod, pointing at the front door. They turned as I approached, and both looked my costume up and down approvingly.

"Where do you want me?" I asked.

Andy was about to say something rude (I could tell by the look in his eye) when Pam spoke: "Outside the front door. We'll film you entering, and follow you through the house to the bedroom."

"Cool," I smiled, and quickly opened the front door and stepped outside.

Luckily, it had stopped raining. In fact, the sun was beginning to peek out from behind the black clouds. The door locked shut behind me, and I was left on the doorstep, with the sudden dawning realisation that I was dressed very strangely to be outside in deepest, darkest suburbia. I quickly turned and went to open the door, but it was locked. And I didn't have the key.

I suddenly had the sensation that I was being watched. I looked over my shoulder, and saw a middle-aged man out walking his dog. At least, he had been walking his dog, but both he and the dog had stopped outside Pam and Andy's house to admire my fishnet-covered buttocks. I smiled shyly, and rang the doorbell. The man smiled back at me. I really hoped someone would open the door soon.

The door opened a fraction, and Pam's hand emerged holding a key. I took the key from her, and the door closed.

"Take two," I muttered to myself, waving to the man and wiggling my hips at him before putting the key in the door and letting myself in.

Trying to ignore the camera, I stealthily entered the house and tried to remember my lines.

"The sexy superheroine penetrates the scene of the crime," I monologued, just loud enough for the camera to pick up. "A burglary has taken place, and the culprit may still be present. She must be on her guard as she moves from room to room... since the criminal could be hiding anywhere..."

"Ah, there you are, Laura," Pauline said, as I entered the lounge, "I wanted to ask you about the script..." Her voice trailed off as she saw the camera following me, and she realised that she'd ruined the second take. "Sorry."

"Cut!" said Pam, getting into her role as director.

"Take three?" I asked, and she nodded.

I walked back to the front door and went outside. The man with the dog was still there, and looking thoroughly creepy. Especially the way he looked me up and down, his gaze lingering for slightly too long on my spandex-covered breasts and my fishnet-clad thighs. But then I felt the first drop of rain land on my cheek - he obviously felt rain too, since he quickly moved on, dragging his dog behind him. I put the key in the door, turned it and entered the house for the third time that day.

"The sexy superheroine penetrates the scene of the crime," I monologued again. "A burglary has taken place, and the criminal may still be present. She must be on her guard as she moves from room to room... since the culprit could be hiding anywhere..."

I entered the lounge, and passed through it slowly without incident, making sure I checked behind every door for concealed criminals. I crept slowly upstairs, aware of the camera focusing on my fishnet-clad buttocks, trying not to fall over in my high-heeled boots. And then I entered the bedroom, which was dominated by a wrought-iron bed with black satin sheets. Four pairs of handcuffs were gathered in the centre of the bed. I tilted my head slightly, as if I'd heard a noise behind me, and then I turned to face the camera.

"There you are," I smiled at the camera, drawing myself up to my full height and putting my hands on my hips, "Now, if you'll just come along quietly... oh, you have a gun. I wasn't planning on that. Erm... the police will be here any minute... you... you want me to tie myself up? You'll never get away with this!"

I backed onto the bed, pretending to be scared of this imaginary criminal. I quickly picked up one pair of handcuffs, and fastened one cuff to my left booted ankle and the other to the foot of the bed. I repeated the process on the right-hand side, and within moments my ankles were bound wide apart, and I was feeling very spread... and very vulnerable. I quickly picked up the other two pairs of handcuffs, and laid down on my back, on the bed, and stretched my arms up to the headboard. A few moments and a clicking, ratchety noise later, and I was firmly secured to the bed, spreadeagled and helpless.

"There," I said, putting a slight quiver of fear in my voice, "I've done as you asked. Now what do you want from me?"

I closed my eyes and writhed in my self-imposed bondage, completely helpless, securely cuffed... my skimpy, sexy costume tight against my skin, showing off my curves to the camera. A soft moan escaped my lips as I struggled. I imagined that the camera wasn't there, I imagined that I had done all of this in a deserted house... I imagined that there was a real burglar who had been hiding in the shadows... who looked a little like the creepy middle-aged man who had been walking a dog outside... who now had me completely in his power... and could do anything he wanted with me...

"And... cut!"

I opened my eyes, blinked, and found myself back in the real world. Andy was just moving the camera to one side so he and Pam could play back the take and see how it looked, and Pauline took the opportunity to sit on the bed next to me.

"Good stuff," she grinned, "You should be an actress."

"Thanks," I smiled, shifting a little in my bonds.

"Now that I've complimented you, will you tell me what I need to do in the next scene?"

"You..." I glared at her.

"If you don't, I'll tickle you. You're not in much of a position to refuse."

"You wouldn't..."

"Perhaps I should read the script and see if I get to tickle you later anyway?"

"I don't think I put any tickling in, to be honest."

"Oh well, I might ad lib some in later. Anyway, enough of this banter - I've read enough of the script to know that I'm in the next scene. What do you want me to do?"

"Right. You come in, discover me in bondage, confiscate my keys, tease me a bit then leave."

"Sounds easy enough. Now, if that's all..."

Pauline grinned very evilly as she climbed onto the bed, straddling my helpless body. All I could do was look up at her, sitting over me like that, wondering what on earth she was going to do. I felt very vulnerable, laying on my back with my wrists and ankles securely handcuffed out of the way. She could do anything she wanted to... and I couldn't do a thing about it. She leaned down, so she could rub her nose against mine.

"Pauline, what do you think you're doing?" Pam asked, looking up from the first scene's replay.

"Erm... err..." Pauline stammered, surprised by Pam's tone of voice.

"Stop bothering your co-star and go wait outside the front door."

"Yes, Ma'am!" Pauline saluted, hopped off the bed and left. Pam followed her, and Andy continued to tinker with the camera.

I closed my eyes, and tried to think about something else - I was quite enjoying just being helpless there on the bed in a very sexy costume, but I didn't want to get too excited, too soon. There was still hours of filming to get through.

"So, how's the website going?" Andy asked, from somewhere inside the camera.

"Erm, okay," I smiled, "I released another Übergirl story the other week. And now I'm working on a range of different stories..."

"Any more Cubed stories?"

"Maybe... I have tonnes of ideas, but never enough time to put them into writing."

"What sort of ideas?" Andy asked, sitting on the bed next to me and making me suddenly feel very helpless and vulnerable again.

"Oh, everything - from interesting positions to interesting storylines. And everything I watch or read seems to inspire me. Even things as innocent as science fiction and sit-coms have..."

"Science fiction? Do tell."

"Hmmm, okay. Well, you know in Return Of The Jedi after they've escaped from Jabba The Hutt? I was imagining the conversation in their spaceship as they flew away. Maybe Leia is still in her gold bikini, since the others forgot to bring her a change of clothing. And maybe Harrison Ford can't stop staring at her?"

"And?" Andy asked, shifting his position on the bed slightly, his hand supporting his weight going on the bed between my legs, less than an inch from my fishnet-clad thighs.

"Maybe things heat up a bit. Leia says: 'I know you've only recently regained your eyesight, but would you mind re-directing your gaze away from my breasts?' To which Han Solo says: 'Well, if you would wear such things, your Highness,' in his gloriously patronising way. Leia might get a bit angry at that, and say: 'Hey, I don't have a change of clothes! What do you expect me to wear?' at which Han Solo would raise an eyebrow and look her up and down and say: 'Well...' Leia, very angry now, would retort with: 'If you stare at me like that again, I'll hit you!' Han Solo would retaliate, grabbing the handcuffs they'd used on Chewbacca: 'If you hit me, I'll use these cuffs on you - don't think they're too big for your slender wrists, your Majesty, just because they're regularly worn by a Wookie!'"

"What is it with Chewie anyway? Why does he always end up in handcuffs?"

"Don't ask me. And it probably wouldn't be a good idea to ask him either."

"Why, what do you think he'd say?"

"Wrahh!"

"That has to be the worst impression of Chewbacca I have ever heard..." Andy grinned.

It was at that moment that Pam entered the room: "Am I interrupting anything?" she asked.

"Just a daft conversation about sci-fi..." I replied.

"You two are such geeks," Pam smiled, walking over to the camera and checking the view through the eye-piece, "Right. We're ready to shoot. The camera is going to be on you, Laura, filming your reaction to hearing Pauline enter the house."

Andy quickly jumped behind the camera, and began to film. I closed my eyes, and tried to get back into the part... not difficult, since I was already feeling very helpless. I writhed on the bed a little, pulling at the handcuffs, biting my lip as I struggled slowly, enjoying every sensation... And then I heard the sound of the front door opening and shutting. Or at least I think I did - I was so lost in my little world of bondage fun, I wasn't quite sure what I heard. I opened my eyes and strained to listen for any clues - was that Pauline entering the house?

Feeling that being caught in such a compromising position would be a bad idea, I struggled for a moment before I remembered that the keys to my release were on the bedside cabinet. I looked up, past my cuffed wrist, and saw the keys just within grasping distance. I reached out with my gloved fingers, stretching on the bed, wishing I had super-stretching elastic superpowers like Mr Fantasic or Mrs Incredible... I heard a creak on the stairs, and looked around, panicked. I would never free myself in time! But I had to try!

I stretched again, and succeeded in knocking the keys onto the floor just as the door opened.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Pauline purred as she sauntered into the room.

"Hi," I smiled, trying to be as cool as possible.

"Hi," she replied, forgetting her lines.

"You may be wondering why I'm dressed like this and handcuffed to the bed."

"Now you come to mention it, yes, I was."

"Well, it's a long story..."

"I don't have time for long stories. I think it's quite obvious. You thought someone was robbing us in the middle of the day, so decided to dress as a superheroine to fight the burglar. The burglar overpowered you, handcuffed you to the bed, and left you unmolested... and didn't even steal anything."

"Erm... sort of... maybe..."

"Bull. You're handcuffed to the bed because you're a kinky sex-fiend in need of punishment. And that's just what you're going to get!"

"What..?" was all I could think to say - she was deviating from the script, and it had thrown me.

"Don't go anywhere," she grinned, improvising yet again and walking out of the room.

I was aware of the camera focusing on me, zooming in on where my hard nipples were trying to poke their way out of my costume - I tried to ignore it, and struggled hard in my bondage, wondering how else Pauline would deviate from the script.

And then Pam spoke: "And... cut! Perfect! Nice improvisation, Pauline! And now to the next scene!"

Pam walked out of the room, to where Pauline had gone. A moment later, Andy followed... and I was left on my own, still helpless, forgotten. I looked around the room, admiring the décor - there wasn't much else I could do. And then I heard signs of a scuffle from the next room.

"Are you okay out there?" I called.

"Yeah, they're fine," Andy smiled as he entered the room, "They're just having some artistic differences over Pauline's costume. I thought I'd leave them to it."

"Seems very sensible," I said, shifting my position as best I could on the bed, trying to get comfortable - my movements only resulted in drawing Andy's attention to the twin spandex-covered bumps of my nipples, however.

"So," he said, sitting on the bed next to me again, "have you got any more sci-fi stories in the works? I'm not really a fan of your superheroine stories, they all seem to be captured so easily... almost as if they wanted to be."

"Well, I was thinking of introducing a superheroine who wears a black skintight catsuit and a matching gas mask. Sexy, fetishy and resistant to chloroform. I doubt she would be captured so easily."

"Indeed. How about Star Trek?"

"Damn you Trekkies," I said, aware of how close this particular Trekkie was to my helpless body, "Actually, I did think of one the other day. Orion Love Slave, assuming I ever write it. A friend mentioned about how the green-skinned women of the Orion Syndicate give off a pheromone that drives men insane with lust. I quite liked the idea of being one of those women, bound and gagged, in a prison full of Klingon males..."

"That's more like it. May I say that I find you very odd?"

"You can say anything you like. I'm handcuffed to the bed, I'm hardly going to retaliate."

"Yeah, I did notice that..." he said, looking my body up and down, his gaze lingering on my spandex covered breasts and my wide-spread fishnet-coated legs...

The moment was interrupted by Pauline calling from the next room: "Watch out for Pam, Laura, she can't take her hands off my breasts!"

"I'm only trying to polish her PVC!" Pam called, obviously trying to introduce me as some impartial adjudicator.

"A likely story," Pauline said, marching into the room.

I was so surprised by her costume, I had to look her up and down twice. The main item of clothing was a sexy PVC one-piece body, with a single bra-strap on the right and a large cut-out on the left that bared most of her midriff. She was wearing a pair of thigh-high black stiletto-heeled boots, a black PVC eyemask and a single black PVC opera glove on her right arm - it looked like she was part-way through getting dressed for her part in the film.

Pam followed her into the room, clutching a buffing cloth. Pauline grabbed her wrist, causing the cloth to fall onto the bed next to my helpless body. Andy quickly got out of the way as a fight erupted - the two girls fell on top of me as they struggled together. All I could do was watch as they fought for the upper hand, and hope that a stray foot wouldn't kick me in the face.

Pauline grinned triumphantly as she succeeded in pinning Pam across my body. Pauline moved Pam's left wrist to my cuffed right hand, and I obediently gripped it. Then, all Pauline had to do was pin Pam's right wrist to the bed, and she had a free hand to pull Pam's brown t-shirt up her body to reveal her distinct lack of a bra...

"Laura," Pam said, as her breasts were bared and her rock-hard nipples revealed for all to see, "let go of me or I'll write lots of tickling into the script!"

"Laura," Pauline said, "if you let her go I'll improvise tickling even when the camera isn't rolling!"

I looked from one to the other - damned if I do, damned if I don't. But I was saved from making a decision by Pam turning to Andy: "Andy, help me!"

"Sorry," he said, sitting on a chair next to the camera, "I've been incapacitated by the sheer sexiness of the situation."

"Good boy," Pauline grinned, and tweaked one of Pam's nipples.

Pam pulled hard and managed to wrench her wrist free from my grip. Her escape took Pauline by surprise, and within moments they had rolled onto my legs, with Pam pinning Pauline now. To be honest, I was relieved that they had moved from my breasts and stomach - the pair of them were quite heavy!

"Now can we get on with filming?" Pam asked the helpless Pauline, "Or do I need to get out the nipple clamps?"

"Filming sounds good to me," Pauline smiled through gritted teeth as she struggled.

"Good. And you can polish your own damn PVC."

"I think," came Andy's voice from the other side of the room, "you should kiss and make up."

I rolled my eyes. Men! Still, the comment defused the situation - Pam climbed off the bed and pulled her t-shirt down to cover her breasts, Pauline climbed off the bed and adjusted her sexy PVC outfit, and Andy climbed back behind the camera. I just lay on the bed, as helpless as I'd ever been. Pam moved behind the camera with Andy and kissed him on the cheek, and Pauline took the cue to leave the room and get ready for the next scene.

"Action!" Pam said.

The bedroom door opened, and Pauline strode confidently into the room. I noted that she had taken a moment to polish her costume, as Pam had suggested. I looked her up and down, smiling - she was looking so sexy, I wanted to do all sorts of things with her. And then I noticed that she had made a slight adjustment to her costume - she was now also wearing a large, black, strap-on dildo. My eyes widened when I saw it, and I couldn't stop myself licking my lips in anticipation.

Pauline took a few moments to pose for me (but more for the camera really) and then climbed onto the bed without saying a word - she straddled me, her thighs either side of my helpless torso, her strap-on dildo resting between my breasts, her hands planted on the pillow either side of my head. I looked up at her, and noticed the very evil glint in her eye.

As she stroked my hair away from my eyes, I tried to imagine what the camera was seeing. A blonde-haired villainess dressed in black PVC (a sexy one-piece body, thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots, an eyemask and a single opera glove on her right arm) and wearing a huge strap-on dildo kneeling over a dark-haired heroine dressed in a black fishnet bodystocking and maroon spandex (a sleeveless leotard, gloves, boots and eyemask) handcuffed spreadeagled to the bed. I was looking forward to watching this movie already.

Pauline moved her hands up to grip the headboard as she moved the huge dildo towards my lips - I obediently opened wide and took it into my mouth. She began to thrust, slowly, and I did my best to take it in as deep as I could, licking and sucking passionately as I writhed beneath her. I saw the camera moving around and zooming in on my performance out of the corner of my eye, but I ignored it - I was too busy enjoying Pauline's thrusting phallus.

Her thrusts became longer, harder and deeper, and she began to groan - she was obviously finding the whole situation as erotic as I was. Very slowly, painfully slowly, she shifted her position without removing the cock from my mouth... in fact, without stopping her thrusting for more than a moment. She somehow managed to turn around, so she was still kneeling over me but facing down the bed instead of up, her knees on the pillows, her hands either side of my hips, her head over my crotch. She resumed her thrusting into my mouth, and used her gloved right hand to undo the crotch-studs on my maroon spandex leotard.

The camera had followed her, and I heard the distinct sound of it zooming in - I assumed it was now focusing on my soaking wet pussy, bared as she pulled the leotard up to my waist. My crotchless bodystocking did absolutely nothing for my modesty. I was too helpless to be shy... and too distracted by Pauline's continued thrusting of her strap-on dildo in my mouth to even complain. And when I felt Pauline's tongue touch my waiting clit, all thoughts left my head...

I groaned, the dildo still moving back and forth in my mouth, and I still struggled to lick and suck it despite the intense distraction of Pauline's wonderful tongue. Her tongue pushed inside my pussy and I arched my back, moaning very loudly, squirming beneath her as far as my bonds would allow, giving up to purest pleasure (beyond any measure). And when she began to suck on my clit, well...

All too soon, though, she withdrew. She quickly changed her position, moving down the bed and turning around, so she was kneeling between my spread legs. She looked me in the eye and grinned as she pushed the large dildo, lubricated with my saliva, into my waiting, ready-lubricated pussy... I arched my back again, closing my eyes tight as I felt the huge member push slowly inside me... the massive cock filled me completely, stretching me, but still she pushed and it seemed to go on forever. She rested her weight on her right elbow, on the pillow next to my head, as she began to thrust at a teasingly-slow pace. I opened my mouth to complain and she put a PVC-coated finger between my lips - I could only suck as she thrust, very slowly building up the rhythm. Her finger moved in time with her strap-on, and I writhed helpless beneath her as she moved.

Her other hand went down between my legs to very gently spank my clit with each thrust. I gasped, but my gasp was muffled by her hand effectively keeping me gagged as she now thrust two fingers between my lips. I licked her PVC-clad fingers, groaning now as she built up the pace, keeping the strokes long and deep but now faster and faster, pounding my helpless body, letting me know just how truly vulnerable I was... It all became too much for me, and my whole body shuddered as I climaxed - I came and came and came, writhing and squirming helpless beneath my lover, and she did not relent. She continued to thrust as I continued to cum, and I became a mess of quivering jelly.

Eventually, Pauline withdrew. She climbed from the bed without saying a word, made no effort to cover my nudity, and she left the room. I looked up at the doorway, helpless... satisfied... but wanting more...

"Cut!" grinned Pam, "That was perfect. Well done, girls!"

"Admittedly," I smiled, my eyes closed, still enjoying the after-effects of my multiple orgasms, "I didn't have to do that much acting."

"I'll give all the credit to Pauline, then," Pam winked before she left the room.

And thus left me alone with Andy again. But this time, with my costume in disarray, I felt even more vulnerable. He looked up at me from behind the camera, noticed my naked pussy as if for the first time (as if he hadn't been zooming in on it through the camera lens), blushed, and quickly hid behind the camera again. I smiled to myself, feeling a little better about being in bondage and half-naked.

Pauline re-entered the room, holding a plate of small sausages on cocktail sticks. She grinned as she sat cross-legged on the bed between my spread legs, and placed the plate on my stomach.

"Look what I found!" she said, poking a sausage in my mouth.

"Thanks," I smiled - I hadn't realised how hungry I was.

"Andy?" Pauline asked, "Sausage?"

"Erm... no..." Andy said, not emerging from behind the camera.

"I think," I ventured, "that my nudity is embarrassing our host."

"Oh well," Pauline grinned, while poking another sausage into my mouth, "all the more for the rest of us."

It was then that Pam entered the room: "What on earth are you doing?" she asked, when she saw the half-finished plate of sausages on my stomach.

"Practising our oral sex techniques?" Pauline tried.

"I was saving those for later," Pam said, "but don't worry. Just don't make a mess of your outfits."

"Yes, boss," Pauline grinned, offering her a sausage which she accepted.

We eventually finished the sausages, and then worked our way through a large bag of crisps and a carton of fruit juice. Andy was eventually coaxed out from behind the camera by Pam, but he never managed to look me in the eye. The conversation turned to more ideas for bondage stories, with suggestions like having me bound underneath a Grim Reaper Hallowe'en costume while out trick-or-treating and then getting separated from my friends and picked up by a gang of men in matching Grim Reaper costumes that don't initially realise that I'm not one of their group... but they have lots of fun when they do find out... Pam suggested a story about a babysitter left in charge of mischievious kids who want to play cowboys and indians, so the babysitter lets herself be tied up in a cute little Pocahontas outfit, after which point the kids run riot. And Andy even managed to get over his shyness and suggest a modification to an episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer where a trio of villains hypnotised a girl to be their obedient sex slave.

I found the whole experience very surreal, since the whole conversation was conducted while I was handcuffed spreadeagled to the bed, with my bare pussy taking centre-stage. If I wasn't bound helpless, I would have covered up immediately. And the one time I asked to be covered up, Pauline refused since she was finding Andy's reaction very amusing. Eventually, though, Pam said that it was time to shoot the next scene.

"And... action!"

I looked up at my handcuffed wrists, fastened securely to the bedposts. I pulled at my bonds, but knew I was struggling in vain - still, I had to try. The last thing I wanted to do was admit I was enjoying all this... My thoughts were interrupted by Pauline entering the room, still dressed in black PVC, but now carrying an interesting collection of items. The main item was a large, heavy black box, which had some gears and wheels stuck to the outside and a long pole which emerged from within and ended with a large black dildo. My gaze lingered on it for a moment - it certainly wasn't in the script! Balanced on top of it was a black ballgag and a pair of clover clamps.

"Look what I found!" Pauline grinned, innocently, as she tipped the gag and clamps onto the bed next to me.

"What is it?" I asked, the tremble in my voice genuine.

"You'll find out soon enough," she replied, setting it up between my spread legs with the large black dildo just a few millimetres from my helpless pussy.

I had a pretty good idea what it was, and pulled again at my bonds. Pauline only smiled at my reaction, and sat astride me. She quickly pulled the leotard further up my body, revealing my breasts for the camera and hiding my face... she fastened the crotch-studs of the leotard together, above my head, to make sure my breasts stayed bare and my head stayed hidden... with the added bonus that I was now effectively blindfolded by the maroon spandex.

As I began to listen out for clues as to what was happening, I felt Pauline's lips brushing mine through my spandex leotard - I returned her kiss, passionately, writhing on the bed beneath her. I was quite surprised when the spandex was pushed into my mouth by the black ballgag... she quickly fastened the gag tightly behind my head, silencing me. I mmmmmphed experimentally into the gag, and now felt even more vulnerable...

She shifted her position, and I felt her fingers grip my right nipple while her lips found my left nipple. I squirmed on the bed beneath her as she worked her magic, making my hard nipples harder with her fingers, lips and tongue... It was when I realised that she was making my nipples hard so she could clamp them that I began to struggle, and began to try to think of unsexy things to reduce my arousal... but it was too late, because the thought of having them clamped was intensely arousing... and, sure enough, within moments I felt the vicious clamps closing on my sensitive nipples and gripping them hard, bitingly hard. I couldn't help but groan into the gag.

Pauline climbed off the bed, and a moment later I felt her pressing something into my right hand. I closed my gloved fingers on it, and found that it was a piece of string. Puzzled and curious, I wanted to know what on earth it was for... it certainly wasn't in the script... but it was then that she turned on the thrusting machine. And it was then that I realised that she had tied a second piece of string from the chain between my nipple clamps to the thrusting machine...

The large black dildo pulled away from me, pulling at the chain between my clamps and making them grip harder, stretching my nipples... I gasped with pain, pulling at my bonds... and then the taut chain relaxed, the pain in my nipples wasn't so bad... and the large black dildo thrust into my helpless, spread pussy... it met no resistance, and pushed deep inside me, filling me completely... the dildo withdrew again and my nipples were pulled... and thus the cycle continued.

I squirmed on the bed, barely able to move a muscle, aware of the camera filming my struggles. I was effectively naked, even though my arms, legs and head were covered... blindfolded and gagged... with this large machine between my legs alternatively thrusting a huge dildo into my helpless pussy and pulling on my clamped nipples... I could do nothing except enjoy the experience and wait for Pauline to release me... but had I just heard her leave the room? Was she planning to release me?

I didn't dwell on such thoughts for long - the dildo and the clamps were very distracting, and I was soon moaning into the gag as loud as I could, writhing and squirming, enjoying the pleasure and pain, feeling the huge dildo push unrelentingly deep inside me... and then the first orgasm hit me... and then another, and another... I was struggling hard now, exhausted, being forced to orgasm again and again by this machine... not that that was a bad thing...

"And... cut!" came Pam's voice, through the haze of orgasms.

The machine didn't stop when she said Cut, though, and continued to thrust into my pussy and pull on my nipples. I did hear movement around the bed, though - it sounded like the camera was being repositioned.

"Laura? Can you hear me?" asked Pam.

I nodded, moaning softly as the pleasure and pain continued unabated.

"Can you feel that piece of string in your hand?" Pam continued.

I nodded again - I had forgotten about that.

"When I say Action, I want you to pull on that piece of string. On the end of it is a key - you will be able to free yourself, neaten yourself up and exit the room. Okay?"

I mumbled an affirmative response into the gag, and nodded my head. I was finding it incredibly difficult to concentrate, with this machine continuing to thrust into me and pulling on the vicious nipple clamps...

"Action!"

The word didn't mean anything to me for a moment, I was too busy being teased, tormented and tortured by the machine Pauline had set up between my legs. But then I realised that I was meant to be doing something - I bit down on the gag, tasted a mouthful of spandex, and began to reel in the length of string in my hand. It seemed to take forever, and I kept having to stop for orgasms... the simple task of pulling on the piece of string was made almost impossible by the intense distractions...

After a while, the string suddenly became heavy and I realised that I had pulled the key up off the ground. It only took a couple of minutes before I had the key in my hand... and almost dropped it as the machine forced me to orgasm once again... By now, I was a quivering wreck, barely able to focus on what I was doing, barely able to think... and trying to manouevre a tiny key in my gloved hand to find a tiny keyhole in a handcuff I couldn't see was next to impossible... I failed the task again and again, mostly due to my nipples being tugged again and again or my vulnerable pussy being firmly thrust into again and again...

It was when I realised that Pam might call an end to the scene that I became more determined and focused - I didn't want to admit defeat, and so I tried again. Feeling my way with gloved fingers wasn't easy, but somehow I felt the key slide into the lock and I turned it - the handcuffs went loose, and I pulled, and suddenly my right hand was free!

I immediately reached down to my aching nipples and removed the clamps - the blood-flow returning to my nipples was an intense experience, and I screamed into the gag... with the huge black dildo continuing to thrust inside me, my scream turned into one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced...

My immediate reaction was to stretch down the bed and to turn off the thrusting machine... but I couldn't reach it, bound as I was. As it continued to thrust hard inside me, I reached behind my head and unfastened the ballgag, throwing it to one side. It took a few moments to locate the crotch-studs of my leotard with my gloved fingers, but I eventually undid them and pulled the leotard down my body again, uncovering my head and covering my breasts. I blinked in the light, panting, hot... and still being thrust into...

I looked up to where my left hand was secured to the headboard, and quickly unlocked the handcuff with the key. Only then could I sit up on the bed and turn off the thrusting machine. And then I laid back on the bed, closed my eyes, and spent a moment recovering from my (very pleasurable) ordeal. I pulled the leotard down my body, stretching it taut over my breasts, and fastened the crotch-studs at my crotch - once again hiding myself from the camera. I noticed that my spandex leotard had quite a large wet-patch just above my navel, where it had been incorporated into my gag...

I reached down the bed and unlocked the handcuffs securing my ankles to the foot of the bed, and then I turned so I could sit on the edge of the bed and catch my breath. It was time to find Pauline and wreak my terrible revenge...

I headed stealthily downstairs (a little unsteadily, I might add), aware of the camera following me, tracking my every movement. As I reached the bottom step, I noticed something that looked particularly useful on the bannister: a bottle of chloroform and a handkerchief. I applied one to the other and, armed with a chloroform-soaked handkerchief, advanced into the lounge. Pauline was sitting in an armchair, her PVC outfit pushed down her body to reveal her breasts. One of her hands was playing with her nipples, the other was playing between her legs... her eyes were closed, and she was too busy moaning with pleasure to notice me enter the room. In fact, she didn't notice me until I held the handkerchief over her face, at which point it was too late. After a brief struggle, her body went limp...

"Cut!" yelled Pam, from behind me.

Pauline opened her eyes and grinned. I smiled in reply, and sat down on the leather sofa, exhausted. I half-expected Pauline to pull her PVC costume back up to hide her bare breasts, but she didn't seem to mind her own partial nudity. I reflected that I could hardly comment, since I had far more captured on film...

"What now?" Pauline asked.

"A break, I think," Pam replied, "after which we'll tie you up and start filming again."

"Cool," Pauline grinned, "Do you have anything to eat?"

It was quite refreshing to have a break from filming in which I wasn't bound helpless... I was reflecting on this when I realised that I hadn't been paying attention to the conversation.

"Sorry," I grinned, "I was miles away."

"That's probably understandable," Andy replied, "you have had quite a taxing day."

"Taxing day?" Pauline exclaimed, "All she had to do was lie there!"

"All I could do was lie there," I smiled, thinking back to that very pleasurable experience, "Anyway, we'll see how well you can concentrate once I've finished with you..."

"Is that some sort of threat?"

"More of a promise, actually," I purred.

"Stop it, you two," Pam interjected, "it's time to get ready for the next scene. Go and get changed into your new costumes."

Pauline and I both nodded obediently and wandered upstairs to the bathroom. Our costumes were already laid out for us. Well, mine was, anyway. A black sling bikini and a pair of gorgeous strappy stiletto-heeled shoes. And that was the only clothing in the room.

"I think you're performing the next scene naked," I smiled at Pauline when I saw the puzzled expression on her face.

Pauline removed her black PVC villainess outfit and I removed my maroon spandex superheroine outfit. Pauline was naked before me, and she made a grab for the sling bikini - I slapped her hand, and she didn't try it again. Once I was naked, I stepped into the black sling bikini and pulled it up my body, feeling it tight against my crotch as I pulled the straps over my shoulders, feeling it nestle between my buttocks as I made sure it covered my nipples. Once I was happy with it, I sat down on the edge of the bath and slipped my feet into the shoes, wrapping the long straps up my legs and fastening them just below my knees.

Moments later, we were downstairs again.

Pam and Andy were sitting in the middle of the floor, untangling lengths of rope. Pauline and I quickly joined them (Andy immediately looked very awkward, since Pauline was naked and my nipples kept escaping my sling bikini) and soon we were ready to tie up my lover. First, we tied up her breasts - loops of rope around the base of each breast made her 36D assets bulge most deliciously. Next was a crotch rope, tied tight around her waist, with carefully-placed knots to give her maximum stimulation for the slightest movement... Lastly, we twisted her arms up behind her back in a hammerlock and tied her wrists together at the back of her neck - extra ropes were used to support the position, but the end result was an incredibly helpless Pauline. We helped her lie on the floor, on her side, with her bulging breasts facing the camera.

"Pauline," Pam said, softly, "you are still unconscious from the chloroform. The camera will move over your helpless body for a few seconds. Count to thirty inside your head, then wake up, take in your surroundings, take in your bonds and begin to struggle. Then Laura will enter... and I'm sure you can guess the rest. Any questions? No? Then... action!"

I watched as Pauline was the centre of the camera's attention for a change, instead of me. She was very good at pretending to be unconscious. The camera started with her feet and moved slowly up her body, making sure it lingered on her knotted crotch-rope and tightly-bound breasts. When it got to her eyes they flickered open and she looked around the room.

"What the..?" she said, pulling at the ropes.

Making sure that the sling bikini was covering my nipples, I walked into the room and stood astride her, looking down on her from my towering stiletto-assisted height. I crouched down, my knees either side of her helpless body, and stroked her hair away from her face.

"Looks like the tables have turned," I purred.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"That's for me to know... and for you to find out..." I grinned, stroking her bulging, reddening breasts.

"When I get loose..."

"You're hardly in a position to make threats. I think it's time you were gagged."

Pauline glared at me, not daring to open her mouth. I reached behind me for a handy bright-red ballgag, which I held in front of her face. She looked at it, then looked at me, and defiantly kept her mouth shut. I grinned, very evilly, as I tickled her breasts... she opened her mouth to squeal, and I pushed the gag between her teeth, quickly strapping it tightly behind her head. I stopped tickling her, and her eyes shot daggers at me. I soon rectified that by blindfolding her. And then I moved down her body a little so I could play with her bulging breasts - or, more precisely, her erect nipples, just ripe for the clamping.

I think she guessed what I was up to, since she struggled hard and mmmmmphed loudly as I licked and caressed her hard nipples. Despite her best efforts, they only got harder... and I quickly applied our most vicious of clover clamps, which made her struggle all the more.

"Revenge is sweet," I said, quietly, as I helped her (a little unsteadily) to her feet.

She stood in the centre of the lounge, blindfolded, gagged, clamped... ropes tight against her crotch... ropes making her breasts bulge... ropes keeping her arms out of the way behind her back... she turned slightly, trying to keep her balance while blindfolded, obviously wondering what I was up to (she really should have read the script).

I moved close to her, caressing her helpless body, pressing my flesh against hers. I stroked her breasts and her sides while she drooled into the gag, kissing her softly on the neck while she writhed in my grip. Supporting her, I bent her over and stroked her buttocks, letting the camera get a good view of her nakedness... I pulled on the ropes binding her wrists to get her to stand upright again, and I kissed her gag, holding her close, feeling her bound, clamped breasts press against mine. And then I took a step back, leaving her on her own in the middle of the room.

I picked up a riding crop and, with a flick of the wrist, cropped her bum. She yelped into the gag and turned, surprised. Despite her blindfold, her head turned as if she was looking around for the source of the pain. I took the opportunity to crop her breasts, and she quickly turned away from me to protect them. I walked silently around her, cropping her breasts as she turned in a circle, trying to get away from me. And then I started cropping her buttocks again.

With her arms out of the way behind her back, she was completely vulnerable to my attacks. And when I started cropping the knots of rope embedded in her pussy, she quickly learned to keep her legs together. And then I stopped cropping her, leaving her to move slowly in the centre of the room, wondering why I had stopped. She mmmmmphed inquisitively into her gag... I waited a second, and then started cropping her bulging breasts again, causing another gagged squeal and the chain between her nipple clamps to jingle invitingly.

I hooked a finger around her nipple clamp chain and pulled downwards, gently... she bent forward, following my finger as I pulled her to the ground, until she was kneeling in front of me. I smiled, and grabbed another length of rope - I formed it into a loop and quickly tied her left ankle to her left thigh. I repeated the process on her right leg, frogtying her. And then I tickled her.

No part of her body was safe, and I was afraid that her gagged squeals and screams would alert Andy and Pam's neighbours. But I was having too much fun to care - revenge is certainly sweet. No part of her bound body was safe from my tickling attacks - her breasts, her buttocks, her feet, her knees, her neck, her sides... she squirmed and writhed, making her bound breasts jump around very pleasantly.

I eventually decided that she had had enough, and I backed away, letting her catch her breath.

"Cut!" yelled Pam.

While Andy reviewed the take on the camera, Pam and I sat down next to the helpless Pauline. We didn't make any attempt to free her - in fact, we took great pleasure in occasionally tickling her and cropping her. Still helpless, she could do nothing but writhe and squeal.

"So," Pam grinned, between Pauline's squeals, "which do you prefer? Top or bottom? Dominant or submissive? Mistress or slave?"

"Well," I said, slowly, giving the question some thought, "I'm quite jealous of Pauline at the moment."

"I have another pair of nipple clamps if you want to join her..."

"But I quite enjoy the chance for revenge every now and then. Keeps her on her toes."

"You don't write many dominant stories on your website."

"I thought of one just the other day, but haven't committed it to paper yet. I thought it would be great to have a radio-controlled pony girl. Or maybe even to be one..."

"Radio-controlled?"

"Well, the plan was for some engineer-type bloke to get hold of one of those radio-controlled car controllers. A simple one, with controls for forward, reverse, left and right. He would modify it so instead of controlling a car, it would control a pony girl. Pressing the forward control would make a vibrator in her ass activate, pressing reverse would do the same for a vibrator in her pussy. And left and right would be controlled by a pair of vibrating nipple clamps."

"Sounds like fun - where can I get one of those?"

"Andy's an engineer - I'm sure he could make one. What do you think, Andy?"

Andy's reply from somewhere within the camera was rather unintelligible. Pam shrugged, and tickled Pauline's feet. I cropped Pauline's buttocks with the riding crop - this was really good fun.

"Right," Pam announced, "It's time to shoot the last scene."

Andy obediently pointed the camera at Pauline and I stood to one side. After Pam shouted 'Action!' I entered the shot, holding two short lengths of rope, a second pair of clover clamps, a double penis gag and a pair of handcuffs. I put the items on the floor next to Pauline, and removed her gag. She worked her jaw, licked her lips and smiled.

"What now?" she asked, still helpless and blindfolded.

"Now," I grinned, "I tie myself to you. And, together, we work our way outside to the garden shed where I've put the keys to my bonds. Then we get free and probably have a nice long soak in the bath."

"Sounds great..." she purred.

Without wasting any time, I got to work. I used the two lengths of rope to frogtie my legs (ankles to thighs) in the same way I had tied Pauline's legs. And then I picked up the double penis gag. A wonderful invention - two sets of straps, with a rubber cock for each. It's designed for two people to wear, face-to-face, each gagged with a penis in their mouths. A very sexy way to spend time with a loved one... Pauline opened her mouth obediently when I pressed one of the rubber cocks against her lips, and I pushed it deep into her mouth and fastened the strap behind her head.

Pauline was knelt on the floor in front of me, blindfolded, gagged, bound... with a large rubber cock inside her mouth, and a second protruding from her gag. I leaned in close and opened my mouth wide, taking the second rubber cock into my own mouth and fastening the straps tightly behind my head, binding myself to my lover. I reached for a padlock and quickly locked the straps behind my head - there was no escape now until we got to the garden shed.

I picked up the second pair of clover clamps and attached them to my own hard nipples, through the sling bikini, making sure that the chain was entwined with the chain between Pauline's clamps. And the last step was to thread the chain of the handcuffs through the back of the gag behind my head, and close the cuffs around my wrists, effectively binding my wrists to the back of my head. And I was helpless.

Since I was the only one who could see, I had to guide Pauline... and the only way I really had to guide her was to tug on the gag. With us both frogtied, progress through the house was slow, and I was aware of the camera moving over our helpless bodies... We passed through to the kitchen, and I was relieved to see that Pam had thoughtfully opened the back door for us. Moving down the back step to the hard concrete outside, I suddenly wondered if any neighbours would catch sight of us on the short dash across to the shed... but my nipples were on fire now, and I just wanted to get free... and get into a bath with Pauline... and have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm...

I slowly guided Pauline into the welcoming darkness of the shed and had a look around for the keys. But they weren't there. Feeling a little panicky, I desperately looked around, guiding Pauline in circles as I looked for them... but they were nowhere in sight. I wondered if something had gone wrong, but Andy was still filming us... and the whole situation was probably looking incredibly sexy through his viewfinder.

And then Pam walked into shot. She had changed out of her t-shirt and jeans - she was now wearing a black rubber catsuit, completely skintight, incredibly sexy. She was also wearing a black corset and black thigh-length stiletto-heeled boots. This wasn't in the script...

"Hello, girls," she grinned, brandishing the keys to our freedom, "look what I found in your shed. I think it's time for a little fun... I hope you didn't have any plans for the rest of the week..."

All I could do was kneel there, looking up at her, looking forward to the rest of the week.