Meagan Moore and Christina Sage, reporters from different television stations, had been competing for an interview with the secretive owner of a BDSM party location when Meagan made the first contact with Mr. Savage. He told her that to prove herself worthy of the interview, she would be introduced to bondage; after the bespectacled blonde journalist agreed, she sat on a small cubic stool with white rope tightened around her black jacket, knees and ankles while her lips were sealed with duct-tape. Alone in a dark room lit only by candles, Meagan strained against her unfamiliar bonds while her host left to greet a new visitor--Christina, who received the same offer from Mr. Savage, then was surprised when her rival walked through a nearby door, still tied and gagged but with her legs free. The dark-haired reporter was amused by the sight but understood that the only way to win the interview was to imitate Meagan so she soon sat next to her on a bright red couch, her slender white-clad body entwined by black rope and her mouth covered by more strips of duct-tape. The competitive pair eyed each other disdainfully and even bumped back and forth but were finally informed that the contest was just beginning so both would sample other styles of restraint. After the rivals removed their clothing, Mr. Savage introduced them to a wooden X-Cross and attached naked Meagan to the device, where she stood with her arms raised separately overhead so that her wrists could be confined in padded cuffs. Once a duct-tape gag was added, the curvaceous nude undulated enticingly and rose up on her bare feet while Christina, also standing naked, tied and tape-gagged against a black wall, enviously watched Meagan's exciting display. Determined to share the spotlight, she hopped over close to the cross, which led to a switch in their positions that allowed Christina to express her lithe allure as Meagan, bound with black rope that framed her breasts, leaned against the wall and gazed in frustration at her competitor's performance. Neither Christina nor Meagan had won the contest so it continued after they were moved to another dark room, where they stood secured back-to-back against a slender metal pole by rope that was tightened around their naked torsos. Mouthing white cleave-gags, they twisted against the bonds that refused to loosen and once again rose up on tiptoe; for a few moments, both bound and gagged journalists watched their futile struggling in a conveniently-placed mirror. When other strands were added to the restrictive web, Meagan and Christina discovered the ambivalent sensations caused by straining against crotch-ropes. Their host decided to try a different approach that could give him a better chance of picking a winner. Both were clad in lingerie but only Christina was tied and tape-gagged before she sat on a black couch, with Meagan looming over her and encouraged by Mr. Savage to play a dominant role. The energetic blonde relished toying with her trussed-up rival, first assuring that the duct-tape was an efficient gag before opening her bra to expose and fondle Christina's breasts, followed by nipple-tweaking. Meagan also couldn't resist testing the ticklishness of her bare soles, which resulted in vigorous squirming that confirmed her domination. She experienced different emotions when the roles were reversed so that Christina had an opportunity for payback of which she took full advantage by teasing Meagan's bare breasts and bare feet while smirking at her. Once the journalists were given a final chance to qualify for the interview they craved, they sat side-by-side on the edge of an extensive bed-space, bound with rope coiled around their short dresses, Meagan gagged with duct-tape and Christina with microfoam. Unsuccessful challenges to their bondage followed before, in a rare moment of cooperation, they turned back-to-back and plucked at the knots holding each other's wrists in place. Mr. Savage believed that such an attempt was not allowed in a competition so they were separated, then both curled up on their hips after their legs were folded by waist-ankle rope-links. Neither one could free herself from the restrictive positions and as they writhed, Meagan rolled onto her side while Christina maintained her balance; the distinction didn't matter because once they were untied, Mr. Savage informed them that he wasn't impressed by their contortions so he wouldn't grant the interview to either one.
