Best friends Poppy Cox and Summer Kline were excited by the possibility of making a short film in which they'd star. As they sat together on a couch and scrolled through their phones in search of inspiration, Summer turned to Poppy and asked she'd had any interesting thoughts, a question that caused her to stare intensely at the petite blonde. A thrilling scene had been evolving in her mind, one that visualized barefoot Summer swinging playfully around a stripper-pole, unaware that cat-burglar Poppy was about to overpower her! Once the little playgirl was tied to the pole, the towering black-clad villainess stuffed cloth in her mouth and tape-gagged her; Summer's breasts were soon bared. Straining in ropework continued after the burglar left to inspect the house but Summer was no match for the bondage.

Poppy admitted that she was making progress in devising a scene for their film but didn't reveal any details, instead asking Summer about her thoughts, a question that she silently answered by viewing her friend in a very different light. Relaxing on a white couch, Poppy was a sight to behold in a skimpy pink bra and thong panties; her pleasant interlude came to an abrupt conclusion when she was surprised by a blonde cat-burglar. After she was trapped in rope, Poppy's eyes widened as a black-gloved hand stuffed white cloth between her lips and sealed it in place with duct-tape; the naughty intruder allowed her lovely captive to writhe in frustration alone before returning to play with Poppy. Summer's mask failed to hide her delight as she rolled Poppy onto her stomach for an opportunity to tickle her bare soles and swat her bottom.

After considering their separate ideas, Poppy asked Summer if they should consider bringing back their former partner Sam to assist with the project. She vehemently rejected her friend's suggestion and reminded Poppy that Sam was a know-it-all who always demanded control over their ventures, remarks that were impossible to deny. A few moments after returning to their creative thinking, however, a voice resonated through both their minds: "Did I hear my name?"; Sam had returned to their imaginations, which he would indeed soon control. When Summer entered an unfamiliar room, she was baffled by the long strand of rope she saw on a glass table, then encountered its ominously-hooded owner, who bound her wrists behind her back before muffling her protests with a cleave-gag. Summer then discovered the lengthy rope's purpose as it was coiled above and below her cloth-covered breasts; seated on a nearby chair with her ankles bound and the sandals removed from her bare feet, the anxious girl twisted with energetic futility until Poppy found her. After she mirrored Summer's restraint, they both challenged the ropework by turning back-to-back on the chairs to free their wrists; discovered by their nemesis and turned to face each other, the hapless gal-pals stretched their bare feet toward each other once he removed Poppy's sparkling heeled sandals.

Not only their feet were bare when the hooded figure relocated Poppy and Summer to a different area in the house near a sunlit backyard. The naked, bound and gagged heroines would remain indoors, however, as Summer sat on a dark, shining countertop while Poppy balanced below her on a metallic stool. Bare breasts framed by rope and eyes wide above the X-shaped duct-tape gags, they maneuvered cautiously in their separate spaces, with Poppy arching her bare soles back under the stool's seat and Summer turning her legs over the counter's edge. Their positions were soon switched, placing the blonde player on the stool and her tall companion on the counter, where Poppy courageously stretched out her legs to bring her toes against Summer's gag as she leaned forward but the attempt to free her lips failed.

The disguised mastermind promised his subjects a more comfortable arrangement that indeed left them lying back on a padded platform, bound wrists raised above their heads and linked to a nearby table while their ankles were hitched together. The crotch-roped nudes were of course less than grateful, expressing their displeasure before Poppy and Summer both had their lips sealed with microfoam gags, then devoting their remaining energy to disrupting the rope network. They were rewarded with success by tugging the rope-link free but as they began to disentangle their wrists, the attentive man took charge and altered their position. Seated back-to-back, arms around their folded legs and held together by a rope around their waists, Summer and Poppy each yanked awkwardly at the knots pinning their wrists close behind their ankles. When they later reviewed these restrictive visions, the film-making girlfriends agreed that Sam had supplied several creative concepts.

Best friends Poppy Cox and Summer Kline were excited by the possibility of making a short film in which they'd star. As they sat together on a couch and scrolled through their phones in search of inspiration, Summer turned to Poppy and asked she'd had any interesting thoughts, a question that caused her to stare intensely at the petite blonde. A thrilling scene had been evolving in her mind, one that visualized barefoot Summer swinging playfully around a stripper-pole, unaware that cat-burglar Poppy was about to overpower her! Once the little playgirl was tied to the pole, the towering black-clad villainess stuffed cloth in her mouth and tape-gagged her; Summer's breasts were soon bared. Straining in ropework continued after the burglar left to inspect the house but Summer was no match for the bondage.

Poppy admitted that she was making progress in devising a scene for their film but didn't reveal any details, instead asking Summer about her thoughts, a question that she silently answered by viewing her friend in a very different light. Relaxing on a white couch, Poppy was a sight to behold in a skimpy pink bra and thong panties; her pleasant interlude came to an abrupt conclusion when she was surprised by a blonde cat-burglar. After she was trapped in rope, Poppy's eyes widened as a black-gloved hand stuffed white cloth between her lips and sealed it in place with duct-tape; the naughty intruder allowed her lovely captive to writhe in frustration alone before returning to play with Poppy. Summer's mask failed to hide her delight as she rolled Poppy onto her stomach for an opportunity to tickle her bare soles and swat her bottom.

After considering their separate ideas, Poppy asked Summer if they should consider bringing back their former partner Sam to assist with the project. She vehemently rejected her friend's suggestion and reminded Poppy that Sam was a know-it-all who always demanded control over their ventures, remarks that were impossible to deny. A few moments after returning to their creative thinking, however, a voice resonated through both their minds: "Did I hear my name?"; Sam had returned to their imaginations, which he would indeed soon control. When Summer entered an unfamiliar room, she was baffled by the long strand of rope she saw on a glass table, then encountered its ominously-hooded owner, who bound her wrists behind her back before muffling her protests with a cleave-gag. Summer then discovered the lengthy rope's purpose as it was coiled above and below her cloth-covered breasts; seated on a nearby chair with her ankles bound and the sandals removed from her bare feet, the anxious girl twisted with energetic futility until Poppy found her. After she mirrored Summer's restraint, they both challenged the ropework by turning back-to-back on the chairs to free their wrists; discovered by their nemesis and turned to face each other, the hapless gal-pals stretched their bare feet toward each other once he removed Poppy's sparkling heeled sandals.

Not only their feet were bare when the hooded figure relocated Poppy and Summer to a different area in the house near a sunlit backyard. The naked, bound and gagged heroines would remain indoors, however, as Summer sat on a dark, shining countertop while Poppy balanced below her on a metallic stool. Bare breasts framed by rope and eyes wide above the X-shaped duct-tape gags, they maneuvered cautiously in their separate spaces, with Poppy arching her bare soles back under the stool's seat and Summer turning her legs over the counter's edge. Their positions were soon switched, placing the blonde player on the stool and her tall companion on the counter, where Poppy courageously stretched out her legs to bring her toes against Summer's gag as she leaned forward but the attempt to free her lips failed.

The disguised mastermind promised his subjects a more comfortable arrangement that indeed left them lying back on a padded platform, bound wrists raised above their heads and linked to a nearby table while their ankles were hitched together. The crotch-roped nudes were of course less than grateful, expressing their displeasure before Poppy and Summer both had their lips sealed with microfoam gags, then devoting their remaining energy to disrupting the rope network. They were rewarded with success by tugging the rope-link free but as they began to disentangle their wrists, the attentive man took charge and altered their position. Seated back-to-back, arms around their folded legs and held together by a rope around their waists, Summer and Poppy each yanked awkwardly at the knots pinning their wrists close behind their ankles. When they later reviewed these restrictive visions, the film-making girlfriends agreed that Sam had supplied several creative concepts.

O mentor mascarado prometeu aos seus súditos um arranjo mais confortável que de fato os deixou deitados de costas em uma plataforma acolchoada, pulsos amarrados erguidos acima de suas cabeças e ligados a uma mesa próxima, enquanto seus tornozelos estavam atados juntos. As nuas com cordas na virilha estavam, claro, longe de agradecidas, expressando seu descontentamento antes que Poppy Cox e Summer Kline tivessem seus lábios selados com mordaças de microespuma, então dedicando sua energia restante a desfazer a rede de cordas. Foram recompensadas com sucesso ao puxar a ligação de corda para soltá-la, mas quando começaram a desembaraçar os pulsos, o homem atento assumiu o controle e alterou a posição delas. Sentadas de costas uma para a outra, braços ao redor das pernas dobradas e mantidas juntas por uma corda ao redor da cintura, Summer e Poppy puxaram cada uma desajeitadamente os nós que prendiam seus pulsos perto de seus tornozelos. Quando mais tarde revisaram essas visões restritivas, as namoradas cineastas concordaram relutantemente que Sam havia fornecido vários conceitos criativos.

O mestre mente disfarçado prometeu a suas súditas um arranjo mais confortável que de fato as deixou deitadas de costas em uma plataforma acolchoada, pulsos amarrados elevados acima de suas cabeças e ligados a uma mesa próxima enquanto seus tornozelos estavam amarrados juntos.  As nuas com cordas na virilha foram, claro, menos que gratas, expressando seu descontentamento antes que Poppy Cox e Summer Kline tivessem seus lábios selados com mordaças de microespuma, então dedicando sua energia restante a desfazer a rede de cordas.  Elas foram recompensadas com sucesso ao puxar o elo de corda livre, mas quando começaram a desembaraçar os pulsos, o homem atento assumiu o controle e alterou a posição delas.  Sentadas de costas uma para a outra, braços ao redor de suas pernas dobradas e mantidas juntas por uma corda ao redor de suas cinturas, Summer e Poppy cada uma puxou desajeitadamente os nós que prendiam seus pulsos perto atrás de seus tornozelos.  Quando mais tarde revisaram essas visões restritivas, as namoradas cineastas relutantemente concordaram que Sam havia fornecido vários conceitos criativos.

Não apenas seus pés estavam descalços quando a figura encapuzada realocou Poppy Cox e Summer Kline para uma área diferente da casa perto de um quintal ensolarado. As heroínas nuas, amarradas e amordaçadas permaneceriam dentro de casa, no entanto, enquanto Summer sentava em uma bancada escura e brilhante enquanto Poppy se equilibrava abaixo dela em um banco metálico. Seios nus emoldurados por corda e olhos bem abertos acima das mordaças de fita adesiva em forma de X, elas manobravam cautelosamente em seus espaços separados, com Poppy arqueando suas solas nuas para trás sob o assento do banco e Summer virando as pernas sobre a borda da bancada. Suas posições foram logo trocadas, colocando a jogadora loira no banco e sua companheira alta na bancada, onde Poppy corajosamente esticou as pernas para trazer os dedos dos pés contra a mordaça de Summer enquanto ela se inclinava para frente, mas a tentativa de libertar seus lábios falhou.

Depois de considerar suas ideias separadas, Poppy Cox perguntou a Summer Kline se elas deveriam considerar trazer de volta seu antigo parceiro Sam para ajudar no projeto. Ela rejeitou veementemente a sugestão da amiga e lembrou a Poppy que Sam era um sabe-tudo que sempre exigia controle sobre seus empreendimentos, observações impossíveis de negar. Poucos momentos depois de voltarem ao pensamento criativo, no entanto, uma voz ressoou em ambas as mentes: "Ouvi meu nome?"; Sam havia retornado às suas imaginações, que ele de fato logo controlaria. Quando Summer entrou em uma sala desconhecida, ela ficou perplexa com a longa corda que viu sobre uma mesa de vidro, então encontrou seu dono sinistramente encapuzado, que amarrou seus pulsos atrás das costas antes de abafar seus protestos com uma mordaça de fenda. Summer então descobriu o propósito da longa corda enquanto ela era enrolada acima e abaixo de seus seios cobertos por pano; sentada em uma cadeira próxima com os tornozelos amarrados e as sandálias removidas de seus pés descalços, a garota ansiosa se contorceu com futilidade energética até Poppy a encontrar. Depois que ela espelhou a contenção de Summer, ambas desafiaram o trabalho de corda virando-se de costas uma para a outra nas cadeiras para libertar seus pulsos; descobertas por seu nêmesis e viradas para se encararem, as infelizes amigas esticaram seus pés descalços uma em direção à outra assim que ele removeu as sandálias de salto brilhantes de Poppy.

Poppy Cox admitiu que estava fazendo progresso em criar uma cena para o filme delas, mas não revelou nenhum detalhe, em vez disso perguntou a Summer Kline sobre seus pensamentos, uma pergunta que ela respondeu silenciosamente ao ver sua amiga sob uma luz muito diferente.  Relaxando em um sofá branco, Poppy era uma visão de se admirar em um sutiã rosa minúsculo e calcinha fio dental; seu agradável interlúdio chegou a uma conclusão abrupta quando ela foi surpreendida por uma ladra loira.  Depois que ela foi amarrada com corda, os olhos de Poppy se arregalaram quando uma mão enluvada de preto enfiou um pano branco entre seus lábios e o selou no lugar com fita adesiva; a intrusa safada permitiu que sua adorável prisioneira se contorcesse de frustração sozinha antes de voltar para brincar com Poppy.  A máscara de Summer não conseguiu esconder seu deleite enquanto ela brincava com os seios nus da morena antes de virar Poppy de bruços para ter a oportunidade de fazer cócegas em suas solas descalças e dar palmadas em seu traseiro.

Melhores amigas Poppy Cox e Summer Kline estavam animadas com a possibilidade de fazer um curta-metragem no qual elas estrelariam.  Enquanto se sentavam juntas em um sofá e rolavam seus telefones em busca de inspiração, Summer virou-se para Poppy e perguntou se ela tinha tido algum pensamento interessante, uma pergunta que fez com que ela olhasse intensamente para a loira pequena.  Uma cena emocionante estava evoluindo em sua mente, uma que visualizava Summer descalça balançando brincalhona em torno de um poste de stripper, sem saber que a ladra-gata Poppy estava prestes a dominá-la!  Uma vez que a pequena garota brincalhona foi amarrada ao poste, a imponente vilã vestida de preto enfiou pano em sua boca e a amordaçou com fita adesiva; os seios de Summer logo foram expostos e acariciados pelos dedos enluvados de Poppy enquanto seu brinquedo amarrado e amordaçado se debatia.  A tensão no trabalho de cordas continuou depois que a ladra saiu para inspecionar a casa, mas Summer não era páreo para o bondage.