"Christ, I should have shut up when I saw the tape!" |
The producer part of my brain knows that the model is still capable of a higher level of restraint. Even worse the captor part of me knows that there is know way anyone shoots me that look over a gag! The tape comes out, and the hogtie gets a whole lot worse. We just loaded our damsel into the back of a truck that does not run on fossil fuels. It runs on welded arms, packed mouths and sweaty faces. It keeps going and does not stop until the wiggling and the name-calling settle down to an acceptable point.
The glare says "F*** You!", but the restraint says I don't care! |
What do I do? Unfortunately for Gigi I felt that the lamp on top of a tiny and wobbly pedestal was a waste of furniture. Want to act like a bitchy princess Gigi? Want to be put on a pedestal. You've got it! I move it into frame, lift her up and balance her on her belly. Now we have a damsel. She is still wiggling, but there is not way she is going to risk going to the floor. She is still smack-talking but there is no way she is going to risk what comes next if she glares at me too much. The vehicle has stopped, and Gigi is dumped onto the corner of Totally Fucked and Going Nowhere Fast. Enjoy the visit Gigi!
Images courtesy of Hogtied Prissy Put on a Pedestal with Gigi Lynn.
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