SMITH BONDAGE FOR HIRE (MF/F) (SCENARIO 4 NOW ADDED)
Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2023 5:11 am
SMITH BONDAGE FOR HIRE
My heart rate increased slightly. I wasn’t upset or scared. It was excited, but could not show it. My audience of coworkers would wonder why I was suddenly giddy amidst the banalities of office work. Nevertheless, my eyes continued to scan the email on my phone.
Please deposit $50 via Venmo to the following account. Further instructions will be sent upon payment.
@JohnSmith
I opened Venmo and sent the payment. Even though I knew the response wouldn’t be instantaneous, I spent the next ten minutes checking and rechecking my inbox. Up until my lunch break, I was utterly distracted and was unproductive. Being a loner, I walked to the lounge unaccompanied, carrying my lunch bag and keeping my eyes mostly on my phone screen.
My excitement grew again when I finally sat down to eat. A response awaited my retrieval. I read the details silently,
Thank you for your interest in my business. I am looking forward to meeting in person and providing you with the best experience possible.
Please arrive at the address below tonight at 7PM. Come in comfortable attire and with a list of requests. We will discuss safety when you arrive.
Until then,
John Smith
I read the address and realized it was only a couple of miles from my house. Thankfully I would have plenty of time to get ready when I returned home from work.
The rest of my workday felt like it was dragging on. My foot tapped impatiently, I was only half paying attention to my work, and I probably seemed short with my colleagues as I was wanting each conversation to end as soon as possible.
Following the directions from the email, I found myself pulling into the driveway of a rather unassuming home. The two level house screamed middle class America, and gave no impressions of what I was there, and had paid, to experience. I took the directions to dress comfortably to heart. Wearing black leggings and a loose-fitting t-shirt, I knew I at least wouldn’t be uncomfortable because of my attire.
My heart began to pound in my chest as I approached the front door. It was more out of excitement than nervousness. I had been waiting awhile for someone to provide me with this experience. Despite this, I hope I hadn’t fallen into a dangerous trap.
I pressed the doorbell and only had to wait about thirty seconds until I was greeted by a man about my age. We met eyes and he was the first to speak,
“Sonja?” He asked. I nodded and he opened the door wider for me to enter, gesturing with his hand in a welcoming manner. “Welcome. Please, come in.” As I entered he indicated the open hooks to the left of the door, “Fell free to hang anything there if you wish.” I wanted to keep my purse near me so I kindly declined.
The entryway was modest but open and light. The light brown tile was decorated by a seemingly immaculate dark blue rug. The walls and closet to my left wrapped around to the edge of the stairs and were painted in an eggshell color. The short staircase led up to a well coordinated living room with furniture and decor in varying earth tones. To my right, another longer staircase led to the lower level. Both staircases consisted of a well maintained oak. I don’t think I saw a single fleck of dust anywhere. This man put a lot of his time and energy into keeping his home presentable and clean.
“Thank you, Mr. Smith. You have a beautiful home.”
“Thank you,” he perked up a bit and then gestured toward the the downstairs, “shall we?” I followed him to the lower level of the house. At the bottom of the stairs, I was introduced to a large common room. The soft grey carpet squished under my stocking feet. I examined the room further.
To my right was a modest sitting room with a couch and love seat. A TV sat across with a black coffee table separating them. To my left was the unfinished side that only took up about a third of the space. I saw what one would normally see, such as laundry facilities, a utility sink and shelves of bins from floor to ceiling. The room wrapped around behind the staircase. Ahead of me was a long hallway with several doors. Mr. Smith gestured for me to follow him.
We stopped at the last door on the left which opened up to what I assumed he would have called his supply room. In the center of the room was a large table adorned with several items used in bondage. This was the reason I was here. He allowed me to walk in first.
On the wall opposite the table were three large frames containing lists. One was titled: SERVICES PROVIDED. The second read SCENARIOS and the last one said INTENSITY. This man had made a business out of bringing naughty pleasure to adults. This was the reason I contacted him. He had come with a great reputation and was known for delivering exactly what the client wanted while being very respectful of boundaries.
Mr. John Smith entered behind me and walked to the opposite side of the table.
“I just wanted to show you what some of the money for this service is covering. I was able to procure plenty of supplies for your session today. All of the things you see here are brand new for your safety and comfort. I will use them how you choose.”
I scanned the materials to see if they matched what I had hoped to see. I saw an unopened package of long zip ties, over a dozen bundles of nylon rope in the color black and white, six wide leather straps with buckles, ten rolls of different types of tape, a few packages of plastic cling wrap, about six different sized scarves and the same amount of bandanas. At the end of the table sat a brand new, unopened wand. I looked up at him and smirked,
“You are thorough and attentive to what your clients want. Thank you, Mr. Smith.”
“Call me John,” He smiled back and then indicated the lists hanging on the wall, “Now, I wanted to clarify what will be occurring during our session today. You purchased the deluxe service here,” he pointed to the description titled DELUXE. Under it read the following:
This package offers four separate scenarios, each lasting approximately an hour. The scenarios can be chosen from the next menu. The level of roleplay is at your discretion.
“On that note,” John said, “I need your authorization to complete the transaction and finish the sale, if you don’t mind. You already sent your downpayment, so if you could complete the full transaction of by depositing another $350 please?”
I pulled out my phone and opened the Venmo app. After a few taps, the transaction was complete.
“Thank you very much. Now, let’s finish personalizing the experience you will have today. Please choose four scenarios from the middle menu. For each scenario, you can decide the intensity. Based on the items you chose, I am assuming you won’t be going past level 3, is that correct? Keep in mind you can make changes to any scenario and any intensity at any point during your session.”
I scanned the last menu carefully. It ranged from LEVEL 1 which was described as simple bondage and being left to struggle all the way to LEVEL 6 which consisted of full penetration with other types of sex toys. Level 3 was exactly as he had described. It went as far as fondling, caressing and usage of a wand however the client wished. This is as far as I felt comfortable going. I was grateful that he was respectful of those boundaries. I nodded,
“You are correct. How would you like me to choose these?”
He handed me an iPad displaying the same menus from the wall and told me to make my selections.
“Please, take your time. Don’t feel you have to rush.”
After a few minutes I had chosen my four scenarios and informed him that I enjoyed roleplay, so I would be turning up the acting as well. He smiled,
“That’s wonderful. It makes the experience more worthwhile. Now, on to the safety part of the service. Much of the medical information has been covered with your application. I apologize for seeming like I am prying, but I want to make sure I won’t injure any of my clients when I am tying them up. So, thank you for doing that for me. However, I want to make sure you are feeling well today. Do you have any signs of sickness? More importantly, do your nostrils feel constricted at all? If I am going to be gagging you the way you requested, I want to make sure it won’t suffocate you.”
“Understood,” I said as I sniffed loudly in front of him, “all is well. No congestion.”
“Good. Finally, here are two devices that you will have to wear the entire time. This is only for your safety.” He showed me two rings, each with a small button on the side. “This is so you can alert me when you need me to stop. Wear one on each pointer finger, toward your palm.”
I took the rings from him and did as instructed. He led me out to the main sitting room and pointed to a square device on the ceiling near the stairs.
“Press the button on your left ring.”
As soon as I activated it, a green light illuminated. John pointed to it and continued to explain to me,
“This tells me that you need a break from what I am doing. I will back off until you press it again. Now, press both buttons on the rings at the same time.”
This time a red light illuminated.
“This tells me to abort completely and untie you. You do not have to give me a reason. I will respect your wishes and do as you ask. These lights are installed in every room on this level to assure safety.”
I nodded and smiled again. “You have such a great system here. Wow.” He nodded in appreciation.
“So, that completes the explanation. Do you have any questions for me?”
Shrugging, I chuckled, “When can we begin?”
He smiled, “As soon as I get ready. Please make yourself comfortable and we will begin scenario 1.”
SCENARIO 1:
John had asked me to wait on the couch. It had been a good twenty minutes since he disappeared into one of the back rooms. I continued to look around the room, waiting patiently for the experience to begin. I noticed a tinted film over the windows, most likely to keep prying eyes from interrupting our fun. Standing from the couch, I wandered into the unfinished part of the room and scanned the bins on the shelves. The items held within were nowhere near as exciting as what John had showed me in the back room.
My explorations were interrupted as my arms were pulled behind me and my wrists crossed at the small of my back. Within seconds they were secured with zip ties and a gloved had clamped over my mouth.
“What the fmmmmpph!”
I felt warmth behind me as John pulled me against him and whispered in my ear. I whimpered as he said,
“Do everything I say and nothing bad will happen. Got it?”
Playing the part, I whimpered again and nodded. He pulled me back onto the carpeted part of the room and made me get on my knees. I saw a knotted scarf come into view as it was shoved between my teeth and over my tongue. I grunted in surprise and whimpered again, making gag talk as he worked. He tied it off tightly at the nape of my neck, making it impossible to spit out.
He began to loop cotton rope around my wrists, just above the zip ties, in a figure eight formation. This pulled them even closer together and made it even harder for me to move. By the time he was finished, there were a good eight layers of rope holding me strong. The zip ties were clipped off, leaving me in an attempt to free myself from the rope cuffs. I was unsurprisingly unsuccessful.
A black bag went over my head, catching me by surprise. He chuckled menacingly and continued tying me. I felt ropes come across my midsection, below my breasts and then be fed through the loop behind me, under my arms. From there, the ropes went every which way. I felt them loop around my elbows, back around my front and back again, this time over my arms and pinning them to my sides. Four more loops later, he had gone over my left shoulder and fed it under the ropes under my breasts, brought it back up around my right shoulder and secured it around my wrists. This man was an expert at how to secure a very tight chest harness.
More rope pulled my crossed wrists against my back and wrapped round my waist. I felt it do this about six times and then he spoke up,
“Spread your legs apart a bit.”
Timidly, I did as I was told and felt his hand reach down by my crotch as he fed the rope through my legs and pulled it up tightly, activating my sensitive spot.
“Mmmmmmmmph!” I said,
“What, you like that? Good.” He said.
The rope was brought up to one of the strands that crossed my back, looped through and pulled back down, through my legs to the front. He pulled even tighter this time, activating the sensation once more.
“Ommmmmmph mmmmmmph cmmmmmmmmd!” I shouted as I arched toward the ceiling. All he did was chuckle and continued to loop the last of the rope under my breasts and secure it tightly. The way he had secured the crotch rope was genius. Any small movement would activate my sensitive spot, no matter how small.
“Now for your legs, my dear.” He said. I was forced onto my butt, sending a wave of sensations through me. As I grunted, he moved me into a sitting position with my legs straight out in front of me. I felt my ankles being pushed together and then more rope. The revolutions continued. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight before it was shoved between my legs and wrapped vertically around the strands and cinched. The sensation moved to my knees. He performed the same actions above and below them with plenty of rope embracing my limbs. Finally, he wrapped several strands around my thighs, making it feel like I was wrapped from my waist to my knees before he finally said,
“Looking good, kid.”
I began to struggle against the bonds encircling the many areas of my body. Grunting and mumbling into my gag only seemed to entertain him further. The bag was pulled from my head. Seconds later I heard him starting a roll of duct tape behind me.
“Nooph. Youth donph hash tph dooph thppt” I said over the scarf, my voice laced with worry. He chucked again as I felt him walk up behind me and press his legs against my back.
“Nice try, sweetheart. Now, close your lips over the knot in the scarf.”
Closing my eyes tight, I whimpered and did as I told. It was then that I felt the sticky side of the tape covering my mouth and pulling very tightly around the back of my head.
“Mmmmmmmmph!” I protested, but he kept going. The tape came around the left side of my face and back over the already secured band there, even tighter than before. “One, two, three, four,” he counted the revolutions as he secured my mouth and jaw in a tight vice of tape. After round four, he tore off the end and smoothed it at the back of my head. I shook my head side to side, as if that would loosen it for some reason.
“Mmmmmmmph! Mmmm mmmm mmmmmph! Lmmmmm mmmmmm gmmmmmph!” I shouted over and over.
“Oh, I’m not done yet, darlin.” He said as the black bag was pulled over my head again. The tape was started once more and I felt the bag push against my eyes while tape tightened around my head. Three revolutions and he smoothed the tape over my eyes leaving me completely blind to all that happened.
I grunted more and more into my gag, causing me to breathe more heavily through my nose. John moved away from me, allowing me to continue struggling against the ropes and tape.
I fell onto my side and eventually moved onto my stomach. Rocking back and forth did nothing to loosen my bonds. I pulled my shoulders back, trying to loosen the chest harness and was rewarded with the crotch rope sending a euphoric wave of pleasure through my vagina. I groaned with pleasure and repeated the step a few times. Soon I felt an amazing orgasm begin to brew in my nether region. I continued rocking back, increasing the feeling bit by bit. Before I knew it, a tremendous wave of electricity travelled all over my body, causing me to make the loudest groan into my gag I had ever heard myself make.
“OOOOOMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMM GMMMMMMMMMD!!!!!” I screamed, “OMMMMMMM PMMMMMMMZ MMMMMMMMRRR!”
John approached me and said into my ear, “You want more, huh?” I nodded vigorously
“Mmmmmm hmmmmm. Ymmmmmmms plmmmmmmz.”
I was moved onto my side. John grabbed the rope at my back and my front and pulled hard upward, making the sensation ten times stronger. He did it in intervals, trusting and letting go over the next half hour.
We were only halfway through this scenario and I continued to struggle on the floor. The gag was getting wet and had pulled away from my lips.
“Hey, John. New gag.” I said.
Within seconds, I could feel the tape around my eyes loosening. The bag was pulled away and I squinted from the light that flooded in. John pushed a pair of scissors between the tape and my skin, snipped it and pulled it off. No pain was felt, as my sweat had loosened the glue. The knot in the scarf was untied and it pulled from my mouth. I moved my tongue around, rewetting my mouth and getting ready for the next round. Exercising my jaw helped relax some of the muscles.
“Ready for the new gag?” He asked. I nodded and was immediately answered with a balled up bandana shoved into my mouth. “Close your lips over the bandana, please.” As soon as the cloth disappeared behind my lips, he wasted no time wrapping the tape back around my mouth, just as tight as the last time. This time, however, he didn’t skimp on the layers and moved much faster. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, all of them creating a nice, smooth band of grey material that covered the lower half of my face.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmph! Hmmmmmmmmlp! Hmmmmmmmmmmlp!” I tested the effectiveness of the gag and it proved to hold in most of the sound coming from my mouth.
I laid back on my bound wrists and arms, squirming against the ropes that held fast. My squirming reignited the hot sensation in my nether region, making me moan with pleasure. John came into view at my left and we met eyes.
“Do you like that?”
I closed my eyes and nodded, making another moan.
“I can make it better, if you’d like. It would require me to go a bit above the intensity you asked for your first scenario. Are you okay with that?”
I locked eyes with him again and nodded vigorously.
“Ymmmmmmms plmmmmmmz.”
Looking down, I could now see the intricate web of ropes covering my torso. The harness had not budged in the slightest despite all of my movement. If anything, it felt tighter around my body.
I saw John’s hand moving toward my crotch. He extended his pointer and middle finger and shoved them between my thighs. Then I felt the tips of his fingers dig into my vagina and rub against my sensitive spot. He moved them up and down slowly, causing me to arch backward,
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
The movement of his hand increased, making the activation of the orgasm even stronger. I arched my back even more and groaned loudly into my gag. After awhile he could see I was beginning to breathe too quickly and stopped so I could catch my breath. Once my breathing normalized, I could tell he was moving on to the next phase of the scenario.
Both of his hands touched my hips and squeezed, making me feel an indescribable bliss. He moved them inward, pushing one of his hands between my thighs and completely grabbing me. With a squeeze, I felt another rushing orgasm hit me, causing me to moan loudly
“Mmmmmmmm mmmm gmmmmmd. Plmmmmmmz dmmmmmmmt stmmmmmmp!!!!”
This signaled him to spread his fingers out amongst the skin of my pussy and squeeze even harder. I moaned again and arched my back. His hands travelled upward, flat against my abdomen. Slowly he reached my ribs and then cupped my breasts in each of his hands. With a light squeeze, I felt another rush and groaned.
John moved to my side and, pushing his hand under my shoulders, hoisted me up into a sitting position. The crotch rope did its work, making me flinch slightly until I was leaning back against him. He reached his left arm around me like a seatbelt and caressed me tightly. His other hand joined in and began to fondle me in several places like my hips, my ribs and my breasts. I moaned with pleasure and let my head fall limply against his shoulder as he continued. The gag talk I was making was mostly intelligible at that point. I was so lost in the amazing orgasm he was creating for me that I didn’t really care what he did.
His left hand moved back to my breasts again while his right came up and covered the tape on my mouth, smoothing it down in a back and forth motion. I pretended to try to open my mouth, making the tape pull at the skin under my nose and above my chin.
“You have about ten more minutes left in this scenario. Want me to continue with the pleasuring?”
“Mmmmmmm hmmmm. Plmmmmmmmz dmmmmmmt stmmmmmmp.” I said as I closed my eyes.
He backed up and lowered me to the floor. I was scared he was going to end the scenario early until he rolled me into my stomach. I tried to look back at him frantically, but my upper body was so locked in position by the ropes that I couldn’t. Suddenly, I felt his hand work its way between my thighs and caress the skin of my perineum until he once again had a hold of my vagina. That’s when the vigorous rubbing started. He moved his hand up and down between my legs and I almost screamed into the gag with utter bliss. This continued for the last ten minutes of the scenario until I was utterly out of breath and the gag began to loosen again.
By the time it had ended, I just laid there and let him work on slowly untying me. I went completely limp and felt him moving me this way and that, getting the ropes and tape off of my body.
“Please lie still for a moment and catch your breath, Sonja. I will begin to prepare for scenario 2 as you regain your composure. Would you like some water? Do you need a bathroom break?” John asked as he stood over me. He had a genuine look of concern on his face as I looked groggily back at him and nodded,
“Yeah, some water would be great, thanks so much.” Before he could walk away, I grabbed the ankle of his pants. He stopped and turned back to me, “holy shit that was fucking amazing.”
He smiled, “I am glad to hear it, but that was only the beginning. Just you wait.” He winked and walked away.
Scenario 2 coming soon…
My heart rate increased slightly. I wasn’t upset or scared. It was excited, but could not show it. My audience of coworkers would wonder why I was suddenly giddy amidst the banalities of office work. Nevertheless, my eyes continued to scan the email on my phone.
Please deposit $50 via Venmo to the following account. Further instructions will be sent upon payment.
@JohnSmith
I opened Venmo and sent the payment. Even though I knew the response wouldn’t be instantaneous, I spent the next ten minutes checking and rechecking my inbox. Up until my lunch break, I was utterly distracted and was unproductive. Being a loner, I walked to the lounge unaccompanied, carrying my lunch bag and keeping my eyes mostly on my phone screen.
My excitement grew again when I finally sat down to eat. A response awaited my retrieval. I read the details silently,
Thank you for your interest in my business. I am looking forward to meeting in person and providing you with the best experience possible.
Please arrive at the address below tonight at 7PM. Come in comfortable attire and with a list of requests. We will discuss safety when you arrive.
Until then,
John Smith
I read the address and realized it was only a couple of miles from my house. Thankfully I would have plenty of time to get ready when I returned home from work.
The rest of my workday felt like it was dragging on. My foot tapped impatiently, I was only half paying attention to my work, and I probably seemed short with my colleagues as I was wanting each conversation to end as soon as possible.
Following the directions from the email, I found myself pulling into the driveway of a rather unassuming home. The two level house screamed middle class America, and gave no impressions of what I was there, and had paid, to experience. I took the directions to dress comfortably to heart. Wearing black leggings and a loose-fitting t-shirt, I knew I at least wouldn’t be uncomfortable because of my attire.
My heart began to pound in my chest as I approached the front door. It was more out of excitement than nervousness. I had been waiting awhile for someone to provide me with this experience. Despite this, I hope I hadn’t fallen into a dangerous trap.
I pressed the doorbell and only had to wait about thirty seconds until I was greeted by a man about my age. We met eyes and he was the first to speak,
“Sonja?” He asked. I nodded and he opened the door wider for me to enter, gesturing with his hand in a welcoming manner. “Welcome. Please, come in.” As I entered he indicated the open hooks to the left of the door, “Fell free to hang anything there if you wish.” I wanted to keep my purse near me so I kindly declined.
The entryway was modest but open and light. The light brown tile was decorated by a seemingly immaculate dark blue rug. The walls and closet to my left wrapped around to the edge of the stairs and were painted in an eggshell color. The short staircase led up to a well coordinated living room with furniture and decor in varying earth tones. To my right, another longer staircase led to the lower level. Both staircases consisted of a well maintained oak. I don’t think I saw a single fleck of dust anywhere. This man put a lot of his time and energy into keeping his home presentable and clean.
“Thank you, Mr. Smith. You have a beautiful home.”
“Thank you,” he perked up a bit and then gestured toward the the downstairs, “shall we?” I followed him to the lower level of the house. At the bottom of the stairs, I was introduced to a large common room. The soft grey carpet squished under my stocking feet. I examined the room further.
To my right was a modest sitting room with a couch and love seat. A TV sat across with a black coffee table separating them. To my left was the unfinished side that only took up about a third of the space. I saw what one would normally see, such as laundry facilities, a utility sink and shelves of bins from floor to ceiling. The room wrapped around behind the staircase. Ahead of me was a long hallway with several doors. Mr. Smith gestured for me to follow him.
We stopped at the last door on the left which opened up to what I assumed he would have called his supply room. In the center of the room was a large table adorned with several items used in bondage. This was the reason I was here. He allowed me to walk in first.
On the wall opposite the table were three large frames containing lists. One was titled: SERVICES PROVIDED. The second read SCENARIOS and the last one said INTENSITY. This man had made a business out of bringing naughty pleasure to adults. This was the reason I contacted him. He had come with a great reputation and was known for delivering exactly what the client wanted while being very respectful of boundaries.
Mr. John Smith entered behind me and walked to the opposite side of the table.
“I just wanted to show you what some of the money for this service is covering. I was able to procure plenty of supplies for your session today. All of the things you see here are brand new for your safety and comfort. I will use them how you choose.”
I scanned the materials to see if they matched what I had hoped to see. I saw an unopened package of long zip ties, over a dozen bundles of nylon rope in the color black and white, six wide leather straps with buckles, ten rolls of different types of tape, a few packages of plastic cling wrap, about six different sized scarves and the same amount of bandanas. At the end of the table sat a brand new, unopened wand. I looked up at him and smirked,
“You are thorough and attentive to what your clients want. Thank you, Mr. Smith.”
“Call me John,” He smiled back and then indicated the lists hanging on the wall, “Now, I wanted to clarify what will be occurring during our session today. You purchased the deluxe service here,” he pointed to the description titled DELUXE. Under it read the following:
This package offers four separate scenarios, each lasting approximately an hour. The scenarios can be chosen from the next menu. The level of roleplay is at your discretion.
“On that note,” John said, “I need your authorization to complete the transaction and finish the sale, if you don’t mind. You already sent your downpayment, so if you could complete the full transaction of by depositing another $350 please?”
I pulled out my phone and opened the Venmo app. After a few taps, the transaction was complete.
“Thank you very much. Now, let’s finish personalizing the experience you will have today. Please choose four scenarios from the middle menu. For each scenario, you can decide the intensity. Based on the items you chose, I am assuming you won’t be going past level 3, is that correct? Keep in mind you can make changes to any scenario and any intensity at any point during your session.”
I scanned the last menu carefully. It ranged from LEVEL 1 which was described as simple bondage and being left to struggle all the way to LEVEL 6 which consisted of full penetration with other types of sex toys. Level 3 was exactly as he had described. It went as far as fondling, caressing and usage of a wand however the client wished. This is as far as I felt comfortable going. I was grateful that he was respectful of those boundaries. I nodded,
“You are correct. How would you like me to choose these?”
He handed me an iPad displaying the same menus from the wall and told me to make my selections.
“Please, take your time. Don’t feel you have to rush.”
After a few minutes I had chosen my four scenarios and informed him that I enjoyed roleplay, so I would be turning up the acting as well. He smiled,
“That’s wonderful. It makes the experience more worthwhile. Now, on to the safety part of the service. Much of the medical information has been covered with your application. I apologize for seeming like I am prying, but I want to make sure I won’t injure any of my clients when I am tying them up. So, thank you for doing that for me. However, I want to make sure you are feeling well today. Do you have any signs of sickness? More importantly, do your nostrils feel constricted at all? If I am going to be gagging you the way you requested, I want to make sure it won’t suffocate you.”
“Understood,” I said as I sniffed loudly in front of him, “all is well. No congestion.”
“Good. Finally, here are two devices that you will have to wear the entire time. This is only for your safety.” He showed me two rings, each with a small button on the side. “This is so you can alert me when you need me to stop. Wear one on each pointer finger, toward your palm.”
I took the rings from him and did as instructed. He led me out to the main sitting room and pointed to a square device on the ceiling near the stairs.
“Press the button on your left ring.”
As soon as I activated it, a green light illuminated. John pointed to it and continued to explain to me,
“This tells me that you need a break from what I am doing. I will back off until you press it again. Now, press both buttons on the rings at the same time.”
This time a red light illuminated.
“This tells me to abort completely and untie you. You do not have to give me a reason. I will respect your wishes and do as you ask. These lights are installed in every room on this level to assure safety.”
I nodded and smiled again. “You have such a great system here. Wow.” He nodded in appreciation.
“So, that completes the explanation. Do you have any questions for me?”
Shrugging, I chuckled, “When can we begin?”
He smiled, “As soon as I get ready. Please make yourself comfortable and we will begin scenario 1.”
SCENARIO 1:
John had asked me to wait on the couch. It had been a good twenty minutes since he disappeared into one of the back rooms. I continued to look around the room, waiting patiently for the experience to begin. I noticed a tinted film over the windows, most likely to keep prying eyes from interrupting our fun. Standing from the couch, I wandered into the unfinished part of the room and scanned the bins on the shelves. The items held within were nowhere near as exciting as what John had showed me in the back room.
My explorations were interrupted as my arms were pulled behind me and my wrists crossed at the small of my back. Within seconds they were secured with zip ties and a gloved had clamped over my mouth.
“What the fmmmmpph!”
I felt warmth behind me as John pulled me against him and whispered in my ear. I whimpered as he said,
“Do everything I say and nothing bad will happen. Got it?”
Playing the part, I whimpered again and nodded. He pulled me back onto the carpeted part of the room and made me get on my knees. I saw a knotted scarf come into view as it was shoved between my teeth and over my tongue. I grunted in surprise and whimpered again, making gag talk as he worked. He tied it off tightly at the nape of my neck, making it impossible to spit out.
He began to loop cotton rope around my wrists, just above the zip ties, in a figure eight formation. This pulled them even closer together and made it even harder for me to move. By the time he was finished, there were a good eight layers of rope holding me strong. The zip ties were clipped off, leaving me in an attempt to free myself from the rope cuffs. I was unsurprisingly unsuccessful.
A black bag went over my head, catching me by surprise. He chuckled menacingly and continued tying me. I felt ropes come across my midsection, below my breasts and then be fed through the loop behind me, under my arms. From there, the ropes went every which way. I felt them loop around my elbows, back around my front and back again, this time over my arms and pinning them to my sides. Four more loops later, he had gone over my left shoulder and fed it under the ropes under my breasts, brought it back up around my right shoulder and secured it around my wrists. This man was an expert at how to secure a very tight chest harness.
More rope pulled my crossed wrists against my back and wrapped round my waist. I felt it do this about six times and then he spoke up,
“Spread your legs apart a bit.”
Timidly, I did as I was told and felt his hand reach down by my crotch as he fed the rope through my legs and pulled it up tightly, activating my sensitive spot.
“Mmmmmmmmph!” I said,
“What, you like that? Good.” He said.
The rope was brought up to one of the strands that crossed my back, looped through and pulled back down, through my legs to the front. He pulled even tighter this time, activating the sensation once more.
“Ommmmmmph mmmmmmph cmmmmmmmmd!” I shouted as I arched toward the ceiling. All he did was chuckle and continued to loop the last of the rope under my breasts and secure it tightly. The way he had secured the crotch rope was genius. Any small movement would activate my sensitive spot, no matter how small.
“Now for your legs, my dear.” He said. I was forced onto my butt, sending a wave of sensations through me. As I grunted, he moved me into a sitting position with my legs straight out in front of me. I felt my ankles being pushed together and then more rope. The revolutions continued. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight before it was shoved between my legs and wrapped vertically around the strands and cinched. The sensation moved to my knees. He performed the same actions above and below them with plenty of rope embracing my limbs. Finally, he wrapped several strands around my thighs, making it feel like I was wrapped from my waist to my knees before he finally said,
“Looking good, kid.”
I began to struggle against the bonds encircling the many areas of my body. Grunting and mumbling into my gag only seemed to entertain him further. The bag was pulled from my head. Seconds later I heard him starting a roll of duct tape behind me.
“Nooph. Youth donph hash tph dooph thppt” I said over the scarf, my voice laced with worry. He chucked again as I felt him walk up behind me and press his legs against my back.
“Nice try, sweetheart. Now, close your lips over the knot in the scarf.”
Closing my eyes tight, I whimpered and did as I told. It was then that I felt the sticky side of the tape covering my mouth and pulling very tightly around the back of my head.
“Mmmmmmmmph!” I protested, but he kept going. The tape came around the left side of my face and back over the already secured band there, even tighter than before. “One, two, three, four,” he counted the revolutions as he secured my mouth and jaw in a tight vice of tape. After round four, he tore off the end and smoothed it at the back of my head. I shook my head side to side, as if that would loosen it for some reason.
“Mmmmmmmph! Mmmm mmmm mmmmmph! Lmmmmm mmmmmm gmmmmmph!” I shouted over and over.
“Oh, I’m not done yet, darlin.” He said as the black bag was pulled over my head again. The tape was started once more and I felt the bag push against my eyes while tape tightened around my head. Three revolutions and he smoothed the tape over my eyes leaving me completely blind to all that happened.
I grunted more and more into my gag, causing me to breathe more heavily through my nose. John moved away from me, allowing me to continue struggling against the ropes and tape.
I fell onto my side and eventually moved onto my stomach. Rocking back and forth did nothing to loosen my bonds. I pulled my shoulders back, trying to loosen the chest harness and was rewarded with the crotch rope sending a euphoric wave of pleasure through my vagina. I groaned with pleasure and repeated the step a few times. Soon I felt an amazing orgasm begin to brew in my nether region. I continued rocking back, increasing the feeling bit by bit. Before I knew it, a tremendous wave of electricity travelled all over my body, causing me to make the loudest groan into my gag I had ever heard myself make.
“OOOOOMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMM GMMMMMMMMMD!!!!!” I screamed, “OMMMMMMM PMMMMMMMZ MMMMMMMMRRR!”
John approached me and said into my ear, “You want more, huh?” I nodded vigorously
“Mmmmmm hmmmmm. Ymmmmmmms plmmmmmmz.”
I was moved onto my side. John grabbed the rope at my back and my front and pulled hard upward, making the sensation ten times stronger. He did it in intervals, trusting and letting go over the next half hour.
We were only halfway through this scenario and I continued to struggle on the floor. The gag was getting wet and had pulled away from my lips.
“Hey, John. New gag.” I said.
Within seconds, I could feel the tape around my eyes loosening. The bag was pulled away and I squinted from the light that flooded in. John pushed a pair of scissors between the tape and my skin, snipped it and pulled it off. No pain was felt, as my sweat had loosened the glue. The knot in the scarf was untied and it pulled from my mouth. I moved my tongue around, rewetting my mouth and getting ready for the next round. Exercising my jaw helped relax some of the muscles.
“Ready for the new gag?” He asked. I nodded and was immediately answered with a balled up bandana shoved into my mouth. “Close your lips over the bandana, please.” As soon as the cloth disappeared behind my lips, he wasted no time wrapping the tape back around my mouth, just as tight as the last time. This time, however, he didn’t skimp on the layers and moved much faster. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, all of them creating a nice, smooth band of grey material that covered the lower half of my face.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmph! Hmmmmmmmmlp! Hmmmmmmmmmmlp!” I tested the effectiveness of the gag and it proved to hold in most of the sound coming from my mouth.
I laid back on my bound wrists and arms, squirming against the ropes that held fast. My squirming reignited the hot sensation in my nether region, making me moan with pleasure. John came into view at my left and we met eyes.
“Do you like that?”
I closed my eyes and nodded, making another moan.
“I can make it better, if you’d like. It would require me to go a bit above the intensity you asked for your first scenario. Are you okay with that?”
I locked eyes with him again and nodded vigorously.
“Ymmmmmmms plmmmmmmz.”
Looking down, I could now see the intricate web of ropes covering my torso. The harness had not budged in the slightest despite all of my movement. If anything, it felt tighter around my body.
I saw John’s hand moving toward my crotch. He extended his pointer and middle finger and shoved them between my thighs. Then I felt the tips of his fingers dig into my vagina and rub against my sensitive spot. He moved them up and down slowly, causing me to arch backward,
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
The movement of his hand increased, making the activation of the orgasm even stronger. I arched my back even more and groaned loudly into my gag. After awhile he could see I was beginning to breathe too quickly and stopped so I could catch my breath. Once my breathing normalized, I could tell he was moving on to the next phase of the scenario.
Both of his hands touched my hips and squeezed, making me feel an indescribable bliss. He moved them inward, pushing one of his hands between my thighs and completely grabbing me. With a squeeze, I felt another rushing orgasm hit me, causing me to moan loudly
“Mmmmmmmm mmmm gmmmmmd. Plmmmmmmz dmmmmmmmt stmmmmmmp!!!!”
This signaled him to spread his fingers out amongst the skin of my pussy and squeeze even harder. I moaned again and arched my back. His hands travelled upward, flat against my abdomen. Slowly he reached my ribs and then cupped my breasts in each of his hands. With a light squeeze, I felt another rush and groaned.
John moved to my side and, pushing his hand under my shoulders, hoisted me up into a sitting position. The crotch rope did its work, making me flinch slightly until I was leaning back against him. He reached his left arm around me like a seatbelt and caressed me tightly. His other hand joined in and began to fondle me in several places like my hips, my ribs and my breasts. I moaned with pleasure and let my head fall limply against his shoulder as he continued. The gag talk I was making was mostly intelligible at that point. I was so lost in the amazing orgasm he was creating for me that I didn’t really care what he did.
His left hand moved back to my breasts again while his right came up and covered the tape on my mouth, smoothing it down in a back and forth motion. I pretended to try to open my mouth, making the tape pull at the skin under my nose and above my chin.
“You have about ten more minutes left in this scenario. Want me to continue with the pleasuring?”
“Mmmmmmm hmmmm. Plmmmmmmmz dmmmmmmt stmmmmmmp.” I said as I closed my eyes.
He backed up and lowered me to the floor. I was scared he was going to end the scenario early until he rolled me into my stomach. I tried to look back at him frantically, but my upper body was so locked in position by the ropes that I couldn’t. Suddenly, I felt his hand work its way between my thighs and caress the skin of my perineum until he once again had a hold of my vagina. That’s when the vigorous rubbing started. He moved his hand up and down between my legs and I almost screamed into the gag with utter bliss. This continued for the last ten minutes of the scenario until I was utterly out of breath and the gag began to loosen again.
By the time it had ended, I just laid there and let him work on slowly untying me. I went completely limp and felt him moving me this way and that, getting the ropes and tape off of my body.
“Please lie still for a moment and catch your breath, Sonja. I will begin to prepare for scenario 2 as you regain your composure. Would you like some water? Do you need a bathroom break?” John asked as he stood over me. He had a genuine look of concern on his face as I looked groggily back at him and nodded,
“Yeah, some water would be great, thanks so much.” Before he could walk away, I grabbed the ankle of his pants. He stopped and turned back to me, “holy shit that was fucking amazing.”
He smiled, “I am glad to hear it, but that was only the beginning. Just you wait.” He winked and walked away.
Scenario 2 coming soon…