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[Hallacas, pronounced “ay-ya-kas”, are a popular Christmas dish in Venezuela. A corn dough is stuffed with stew and flavorful ingredients, then is wrapped in plantain or banana leaves, and tied with string to keep it together before being boiled. Sometimes a group of women will make hundreds in a day for their family and friends. Oh, and never, ever suggest hallacas and tamales are the same!8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmG3am1qFn2
Thanks to my submissive little hallaca, /u/Expert_Solid_2934, for giving me information on making hallacas. Any mistakes are my own. This story is meant to be good-natured cultural appreciation.]
[Optional task: cook a meal naked, with a rope harness tied on. Search online for “how to tie a karada.”]
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Alejandra walked around the house, checking for the third time that everything was in place. Enough ingredients to feed an army. Enough cooking implements for everyone. The sound system was playing some of her favorite music to dance to. The cameras were in place, livestreaming from multiple angles in multiple rooms. She tried to stop her nervous pacing. She had already started the stream, and didn’t want to look too out of sorts. She knew her most dedicated fans had already been watching her set everything up. She could never stream too much for them - she had a number of fans who had been begging her to set up a 24/7 stream so they could watch her daily life. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that, but she had been thinking about it. Goodness knows she kept doing crazy, kinky things she never would have considered a few years ago.
She nearly jumped when the doorbell rang. She ran to the door and opened it wide - even though she was naked.
Essentially naked, anyway. The rope slave harness tied snugly on her slim Latina body didn’t really cover anything.
Answering the door like that was another naughty touch she knew her audience was appreciating.
There was a girl in the doorway. Alejandra breathed out a sigh of relief. It would have been incredibly embarrassing if it wasn’t one of the girls she was expecting. She grabbed the girl’s hand and quickly pulled her inside, shutting the door behind her. She moved to the side slightly, so as not to block the view of the entryway camera. She hugged the girl tightly and kissed her on the cheeks, then turned towards the camera.
“This is Edamame,” she told her audience. “We all just call her Mommy. She’s such a mother hen, always worrying about safety and being responsible… which is why I feel so lucky she was willing to join us today!” She slipped behind Mommy and nuzzled her neck as Edamame squeaked and mumbled something about just needing to make sure the other girls didn’t do anything stupid.
Reaching around Mommy from behind, Alejandra unfastened the belt of her overcoat. She turned Mommy slightly to face the camera, then opened the overcoat and slipped it back, off her shoulders.
Mommy was also naked. She also had a rope harness tied on, with a few extra loops snugly bound around the base of her large, heavy breasts, squeezing them out delightfully. She blushed fiercely and made sure not to look at the camera.
Alejandra hung up her coat and led her into the kitchen, casually chatting with her. It wasn’t long before the bell rang again. One by one, the other girls arrived, and Alejandra repeated the same process - introducing and then revealing each one to the camera.
Musa’s white rope harness contrasted beautifully against her dark skin. She cocked a hip flirtatiously and blew a kiss to the camera.
Vidalia’s rope harness was loose. Alejandra rushed to untie it and retie it. The dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty gasped as Alejandra pulled the crotch rope extra tight. It was her own fault. Alejandra had warned the girls to practice tying a karada in advance so they could be ready when they arrived.
Bell, on the other hand, was absolutely extra in her harness. The redhead had tied chains of rope loops dangling from a waist rope, acting as a cute sort of little skirt that effectively hid nothing.
Pepper tried to clutch her overcoat closed when Alejandra went to open it. The shy, extremely petite girl was clearly having second thoughts. Alejandra hugged her tight, nuzzled her cheek and neck and whispered soothing nothings to her until she felt ready. Still, she was trembling. She looked absolutely adorable in her hot pink rope harness.
Olive didn’t wait for Alejandra. She faced the camera all on her own and held her overcoat spread wide like a flasher, wiggling her hips for the camera.
Sultana was even more of a surprise. The moment Alejandra opened the front door, she opened her overcoat and was taking it off as she came inside, blaming Olive for daring her into stripping right on the front porch.
Spinosa’s (“Spinny”) off-the-shoulder sweaterdress showed a hint of rope harness around her shoulders. At a casual glance the rope might pass as a bra strap, but only at a distance.
Finally, Annatto (“Ann”) arrived. She had somehow managed to coat her black rope in glitter, catching the light.
Once everyone had arrived, Alejandra gathered them together in the kitchen. The girls already knew why they were there, but she explained again for the benefit of their viewers, with her adorable accent. She explained how many families in her home country of Venezuela would make hallacas for the Christmas season. The way hallacas were tied up with string reminded her of bondage, so she had thought it would be fun for her and her friends to be tied like hallacas as they made hallacas together. She made sure to stress that every penny raised from this event would go to charity. She did not bother to point out that this was a great cross-promotional opportunity that was certain to get fans of one of the girls to subscribe to some of the others.
Alejandra went to her laptop and checked the connections to the remote control vibrators each girl was wearing. She ran each one briefly to make sure it was working, often making that girl shudder or start in surprise at the sensation. Then she frowned. She went over to Sultana and, without a word, pressed the girl back against the counter. The girl gasped and moaned slightly as Alejandra tugged the vibrator out from behind the crotch rope, turned it off, turned it on again, and then slid it back into place… then, just for fun, she slid it out and in several times, making Sultana squirm. Then she returned to the laptop and reconnected to her vibrator before turning the vibrator to its highest setting, making Sultana squeal. Alejandra smiled in relief. No serious technical glitches so far, that was a load off her mind.
She told their audience she was going to enable the vibrators. Each one could be independently controlled by the audience, but they would have to pay for each minute of control. She started a countdown as the girls looked at each other nervously. Then she clicked a button, enabling vibrator controls in the livestream.
There was a brief pause. Then Vidalia let out a distinctly unfeminine squeal and leaned against a countertop, and Sultana bit her lip and held onto the side of the table, thighs trembling. Alejandra giggled - then her eyes opened wide as the vibrator buzzed to life inside her. She clung on to Mommy for support. In retrospect, as the girl getting most of the camera time so far, she should have anticipated she would get most of the teasing. That could make things… difficult.
The girls got themselves under control. Or perhaps the vibrators’ time ran out. Alejandra’s was still running. She stood up straight and held back a grimace. Instead, she trailed her hands flirtatiously over her breasts and allowed herself to moan, just loudly enough to be picked up by the microphones around the room. She squeezed her thighs together, took a breath, and tried to stay focused.
And then the vibrator’s speed intensified. Alejandra bit her lip and tried to gather her suddenly scrambled thoughts.
Before they would actually start cooking, Alejandra announced an extra twist. She smiled evilly. Her friends knew there would likely be some kinky activities at some point during the day, but she hadn’t told them what she had in mind. Most of the girls would be actively cooking. But at any given time, one girl would spend about an hour “resting.” That might not be the best word for it, given that the selected girl would be in strict bondage, teased and tormented for about an hour at a time. Then they would change stations and a different girl would be taken captive.
Alejandra gestured to a series of four colorful bowls on a countertop, each containing a handful of folded slips of paper. She explained they would randomly select which girl would be chosen and what would happen to her by drawing from the bowls. Once the girl’s name was announced, the others would seize her and help restrain and torment her. At least at first. Once she was settled in, they would return to cooking.
Alejandra held up one piece of paper, explaining that she would keep her name out of the running at first, but would add her name in once she was confident the others could handle everything while she was… indisposed. Then she announced she was about to draw the first name. She reached for the first of the four bowls with dramatic slowness. At that point, Edamame jerked, her eyes widening. Apparently someone was using her vibrator to tease her. Alejandra ignored that and held the slip of paper up to the cameras. Unfolded it. Made eye contact with several of the girls, one at a time, making them smile or sweat. Then she read the name.
“Sultana!”
Sultana let out a squeak of surprise as Bell and Musa grabbed her arms and held her tightly. Then her eyes rolled back. Clearly someone in the audience thought it would be an opportune moment to turn on her vibrator. Thankfully, Alejandra’s vibrator turned off, making it easier for her to focus.
As the others held Sultana tightly, Alejandra went to the next bowl, not wasting time.
“The bondage position is… spreadeagled on top of a table or bed! Let’s put her on the dining room table, girls!”
Sultana was quickly dragged from the kitchen to the dining room. Several more of the girls pitched in, grabbing her legs, and she was lifted onto the table. They quickly found the velcro cuffs Alejandra had chained to the legs of the table, and in no time at all, Sultana’s arms and legs were spread wide. One of the cameras was set directly above the table for this very purpose, staring down at the blonde.
“Remember to gag her, girls!” Alejandra gestured to a canvas tote on a stool, with large lettering spelling out: “GAG BAG.” Vidalia fished out a big red ballgag and slid it into Sultana’s unresisting mouth, buckling it snugly in place.
Alejandra dipped her hand into the third bowl. “Now it’s time to choose how we’re going to TORTURE Sultana!” The captive girl’s eyes bugged comically as Alejandra drew the paper and unfolded it, then read it out loud.
“Too large or inflatable sex toys! Sorry, audience, I’m going to have to disconnect Sultana’s vibrator, but don’t worry - you have plenty of other girls to tease!” She bit back a stream of colorful Spanish cursing as her own vibrator turned on again. At least her audience was enjoying themselves. Her knees trembled, but she remained standing tall. “Fortunately… oh… fortunately, I have an inflatable dildo and butt plug for this purpose!” She walked to another bag and pulled out the toys, rubbery and black.
Ann cheered and grabbed the toys from her, taking them to the table. She pulled out Sultana’s vibrator, then fiddled with the inflatable toys for a minute, figuring them out. While she did that, Alejandra went to the last bowl. She was getting better at not letting the vibrator get to her, but reminded herself the audience didn’t want to see a complete lack of reaction from her. She closed her eyes momentarily and briefly cupped her pussy with her hand, allowing herself to enjoy the vibrations. Then she opened her eyes again and focused on her task. She drew a slip, opened it and read it.
“And finally, for the attitude we girls will give the girl on break… sweet and affectionate!”
Ann had just worked the inflatable dildo into Sultana and was lubing up the butt plug. The other girls didn’t need additional instruction. Mommy stroked Sultana’s hair and told her what a good girl she was being. Olive and Spinosa each took one of the bound girl’s hands and covered it in kisses, telling her how much they adored her. All three of them stiffened, as evidently audience members had turned on their vibrators as they showered Sultana in affection. It was about then that Alejandra’s own vibrator turned off again.
Ann had gotten both toys in place and started pumping them up. Alejandra walked over to the table and firmly massaged Sultana’s foot. “Let us know when the inflatables are as big as you can stand, ok honey? Just moan loudly three times into your gag, sweetheart.”
Sultana was moaning, and Alejandra wasn’t sure if she had heard her. But it was only a few pumps later when Sultana’s eyes were open wide and she made three forceful, panicky sounds into her gag.
“Ok Ann, that’s enough… oh, sweet little Sultana baby, how does that feel? You must feel soooo full! Maybe even like you’re being split in two by the toys. That’s going to be uncomfortable… and you still have an hour to go!” Sultana just moaned into her gag.
Alejandra allowed a few minutes for the girls to gather around Sultana, cooing over her, stroking her gently and telling her how much they loved her. Then she clapped her hands. “Ok girls! This is fun, but we have work to do! Let Sultana enjoy her ‘break.’”
She ran the girls through the process of making hallacas. She set Musa to cleaning the banana leaves. She had Pepper and Olive at the stove, cooking the stew that would go in the hallacas. Ann and Mommy were making dough out of pre-cooked corn meal. Vidalia and Bell were assembling the hallacas, putting the dough on a banana leaf and the stew and other fillings on the dough, then wrapping up the banana leaf into a little packet. Alejandra helped Spinny tie each hallaca with string, teaching her how to do it securely and efficiently.
It was a bit of a struggle at first. Pepper and Olive nearly burned the stew, and Vidalia’s hallaca toppings went everywhere. Alejandra gripped her by the hair, bent her over the counter, and paddled her with a wooden spoon, telling her that she would be punished worse if she didn’t do a tidier job. She quickly improved after that.
They settled into a pleasant rhythm after that. The girls wiggled their hips and sang along to the music as they did their tasks. It was easy to forget about the cameras - until someone’s vibrator kicked on. Everyone got plenty of vibrator time, although Alejandra was certain she had more than most. She had nearly cum twice and struggled to hold it back.
Then the one-hour kitchen timer beeped. Alejandra clapped her hands and called for them to stop. She and some of the other girls went back to Sultana. They deflated the toys and gently withdrew them. They removed the cuffs and the gag and massaged her arms and legs, telling her what a good girl she was, how lovable and pretty she was. Alejandra made each of them give her a kiss on the lips before they helped Sultana off the table.
“Hope you enjoyed your break, Sultana. Now it’s time to get back to work!” Alejandra joked. “Everyone get ready. The next girl to go on break is… Musa!”
They knew what to do. Ann and Bell grabbed her arms. The black girl pretended to struggle, letting out overly dramatic cries of protest. She quieted down when Alejandra went to the next bowl.
“Bondage: on knees, butt in the air, hands by ankles!” Alejandra announced. “Let’s get her on top of the table, girls, but on her knees. The spreader bar is in the corner there.” It took a little longer for the girls to lift Musa onto the table, as she was pretending to struggle, tugging at their grasp - at least until her vibrator was kicked into high power and she shuddered and stopped “fighting.”
The spreader bar was already prepped and ready for use. Four cuffs were attached: two near the ends, and two near the center. They locked her ankles into the cuffs, spreading her legs wide apart, exposing her glistening sex. They pulled her wrists down to the middle of the spreader bar and locked them in place. This kept Musa on her knees, her cheek to the tabletop, her butt high in the air. “Someone want to gag her?”
Pepper had reached into the gag bag and was shyly dangling a hot pink ballgag from her fingertips. Alejandra nodded encouragingly at her and she went to gag Musa. She recoiled with a squeak of surprise when Musa pretended to bite at her hand. Olive stepped in, pinching Musa’s nose shut until she opened her mouth and encouraging Pepper to put the gag in and strap it into place.
Alejandra waited for them to settle down before drawing a slip from the next bowl. “Torture: ice cubes and ice water slowly dripping!” Musa thrashed around at her restraints unsuccessfully. Alejandra took an ice cube tray out of the freezer and passed it to the girls. They immediately started using the ice cubes however they could - running them around Musa’s breasts, over the soles of her feet, cramming one into her pussy along with her vibrator. Musa struggled and squealed.
Alejandra hurried along to the last bowl. “Attitude: strict and dominating! You know, girls, act like you think a mean dominatrix would.” There was a little confusion at first, but then a couple of them got into it. There was a lot of calling Musa “worm,” and ordering her to “hold still,” and spanking her for any perceived sign of disobedience.
Alejandra stepped up on a stool and put some ice cubes in a styrofoam cup she had previously hung from the ceiling.She had poked a few holes in the bottom. As the ice would melt, it would slowly release drops of ice water on Musa’s back and butt.
Alejandra held an ice cube against Musa’s neck until it melted, making the girl whine and wiggle her butt unhappily. Once it had melted, she told the girls to get back to work. The first drop of ice water landed on Musa’s back, making her squeal. Alejandra rotated the girls to different stations and instructed them on what to do.
There was a slight learning curve, but the girls got into the hang of things more quickly than the first time. Soon they were humming along again, making hallacas at a steady clip, giggling and dancing and singing and talking. Occasionally a girl would gasp as her vibrator was turned on, and Musa would whine at regular intervals as the cold drops of water landed on her bound body. At one point she made a completely different set of noises. Alejandra suspected someone had run her vibrator long enough and strong enough to make her cum.
The kitchen timer went off again. The girls stopped and looked to Alejandra. “Ok, ladies, let’s untie Musa.” They released the cuffs and removed her gag and helped her off the table. 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbWxbrB7kbM
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