Adventures with a Domme *UPDATED PT 5 Final 7/10* - (F/M)

[monkeytails]

During college I was on a weird schedule where I took classes from January to July then was off for the rest of the year. Not sure why, but it made sense at the time. In the early fall while I was out of school and working a part time job,I had decided to be a little bold and put myself out there with real people I was ever going to find someone to play bondage games with. After joining some local bdsm groups online through yahoo groups (remember yahoo? eesh) I began posting requests to meet people in person. Telling them that I was new to the scene and was just looking for someone to talk about bondage and possibly meet up for some tie up games. I got a lot of spam responses and about had given up hope until in one of the groups someone real actually responded to me and told me it was a bad idea to be posting what I was posting in here because it could possibly be dangerous if you don't know who the people are and that most of the people in these groups didn’t really know much anyway. They offered to chat with me and answer my questions but to do it away from there and via a different messenger service. Now I know what you’re probably thinking already, this immediately sounds like a red flag and trust me 99% of the time it is, but thankfully me being too innocent didn't get me into trouble this time. It really can be a dangerous thing to meet someone online and either get scammed or worse get kidnapped for real which probably isn't fun for anybody.

No, thankfully this was a very real person named Scarlett who lived a few towns over from me. She was very involved in the local bdsm scene and had been practicing for a number of years and seemed very enthusiastic to teach a newbie like myself. We chatted for a bit before she was a bit bold and gave me her number and told me to call her. Nervously I did and we continued our conversations there. She asked me hypotheticals about my likes and dislikes and if I were to meet up with someone, what I would be looking for. After a few other conversations, she deemed me harmless enough and agreed to meet me in person to feel things out. Me, just being excited to meet someone else that I could even talk to about these kinds of things again didn’t even think of the possible consequences of something and lucked out. She had a job where she traveled around the state managing shipments to various stores. She told me that if I was willing to drive the 45ish minutes to where she would be that particular week, that she would meet me for lunch and talk. I was pretty nervous the entire week thinking about it, but once again when you’re not thinking with the correct brain you just get bold and do things out of your comfort zone. When the day came I loaded my meager bondage bag into my car and off I went. I didn’t own anything nice or professional, just filled with various lengths of rope, duct tape, some bandannas, and some silk ties. You know, just stuff you find around the house.

When I arrived at the restaurant I got more nervous than I had been in a long time. I’d always get nervous before dates but this was something different. This was the beginning of the possibility of exploring my fantasies that I had kept secret for my entire life and only told to a couple of people ever. Scarlett was waiting for me inside already sitting at a table and seemed to give me a stern look over when I walked inside but seeing how uncomfortable I felt gave me a wicked smile and remarked that I looked like a cute subby boy if she had ever seen one. I’m sure I turned bright red and sat down quickly in hopes that nobody else had heard her which seemed to make her laugh at finding her new plaything. We talked for a while and I was so nervous that I could barely eat, but was able to relax after a while. We just got to know each other a little and I think that helped to disarm any feelings of potential bad intentions. Eventually she told me that she needed to go back to work but that she would like me to ride with her to her next few stops in town. I didn’t have anything better to do and decided to come along. She had me leave my car at the restaurant and bring my bag with me to look at later after her work was done.

It's only now as I’m typing this do I realize once again that this could have gone terribly wrong. What if this was a setup? What if she was just getting my guard down and now I’m getting into a stranger's car for the long con and going to get murdered? Being horny in my mid 20s will make you stupid but I digress. I got in the car and rode along with her as she made a few stops in town to various locations to make quick inventory checks and speak with management. I was still very nervous because I didn’t know what the future held, but I was enjoying her company. What I was not enjoying however, was trying to hide the fact from her that I get very car sick when I’m not the one driving. So the feeling of dread and anxiety mixed with nausea wasn’t a fun combination. Luckily she either didn’t notice or was polite enough to not say anything. Eventually she started to drive away from the populated area of town and towards a back road leading towards a lake. I was getting confused and more so when she pulled over and turned the car off miles away from civilization. “Let's see what treats you’ve brought me shall we?” she coyly remarked as she got out of the driver's seat and got into the backseat of her car, motioning for me to follow.

I was definitely not ready for this and was getting shaky as I kept getting more nervous at how casual she was about this. She smiled as she rummaged around the bag occasionally pulling up items to look at then tossing them back inside. “You’ve got some fun things in here.” “Well I use what I can get I guess. Nothing too special I suppose.” “Well, I’ve got something for you”. She reached back towards the front seat and opened up the center console and pulled something out to show me. It was a small clear ballgag what had some pointy sides to it. More like a weirdly shaped die rather than a ball. It was still made of rubber but seemed a bit more firm and unforgiving than a regular ballgag would be, but then again I’d never actually seen one in person before so what did I know? “This is for me? Oh… well thank you.” I managed to stammer as I looked over it and ran it through my fingers. “I’ve never used a ballgag before” “Really? Never? Well there's a first time for everything. Why don’t you try it on?” “Right here? Right now?” I swallowed hard, getting nervous and red all over again. “Of course. Put it on'' she repeated, this time with a bit more of a firmer yet gentle tone. Carefully I picked it up to my mouth and pushed it inside and bit down, then reached for the straps and started to tighten it behind my head. It felt firm but not so much that I probably couldn’t talk around it. It also was a little uncomfortable but still exciting to not only be gagged in general, my favorite, but to have someone other than me involved in the experience. “Now that looks good on you but it feels like it's missing something.” She reached into my bag and pulled out a small length of rope and instructed me to put my hands behind my back. I turned my back towards her and did as I was told and felt the ropes criss cross around my wrists and tighten as she knotted them off. Then she wrapped her arm around my chest from behind and pulled me backwards so that I was leaning back across her own chest and whispered into my ear “I think I like you much better like this.”

The feeling of being held like this by someone else was unreal. I started to feel hot across my entire body and breathe faster through my nose. She just held me tight as I tugged on my wrists a little and made a few small mmph noises into my gag. She chuckled at the sound and whispered into my ear to keep it up, that she was enjoying my little predicament. Just hearing those words started to really get to me and I think she noticed because she took her other arm and ran her fingers down my chest towards my crotch and started to rub it slowly while I struggled. The more I wiggled and moaned the more she seemed to be enjoying the power she had over me and kept whispering things into my ear like “Is this what you imagined? Being helpless by me? Getting all flustered by a stranger in the middle of nowhere”

Eventually it got to be too much and I released with a lot of force and leaned back into her more, relaxing and catching my breath. She removed the ballgag and laughed a little. After cleaning up and untying my wrists we got back in the front and she started to drive me back to my car before pointing to a dock nearby while remarking “If it hadn't started to rain I was going to strip you down and tie you to that pole out there. Nobody would see us, but I’d bet it would be fun to watch you squirm” she laughed at that as I turned red again and swallowed hard. She told me she’d be in touch and that we could have some real fun next time she was in town. I thought to myself what have I gotten myself into? She and I met up a few more times over the next few months and they were an interesting experience to say the least.

[Splergy]

Great story, looking forwards to the next!
And yeah, you were very lucky haha

[Canuck100]

Quite an awesome first bondage experience! Thanks for sharing, hope you’ll tell about your other meet ups with Scarlett.

[tiedupgood]

Back in the day you could trust 99% of the people you met. Now it's 99% of the people you can't trust.

[Treville]

Thank you for sharing! Sounds like an amazing experience - and you tell the story about it very well.

[BoundTightly]

Great story, please post more about you and scarlett

[monkeytails]

Quite an awesome first bondage experience! Thanks for sharing, hope you’ll tell about your other meet ups with Scarlett.

oh wow that means a lot to me coming from you, thank you so much! I've been a fan of yours for years from waaaay back on the old site in the late 90s. That makes us sound so ancient doesn't it?

I'm racking my brain to try and remember the rest of the details of Scarlett's visits and I hope to have more soon!

Great story, please post more about you and scarlett

thank you! i'm doing my best to remember all the details

Back in the day you could trust 99% of the people you met. Now it's 99% of the people you can't trust.

Ironic isnt it? Back when parents were so afraid of us meeting people on the internet, odds are they were just normal safe people. Yet today....

Thank you for sharing! Sounds like an amazing experience - and you tell the story about it very well.

thank you! I try to make it as visual as possible with words. Really helps with the imagination

[monkeytails]

Part 2

A few weeks after our first visit, Scarlette told me that she would be working the next town over from me later in the week and would be staying in a motel since it was easier than driving back home. “Now it's time we met for real, are you ready for it?l” she cackled at me via text. The idea of our next meet up kept getting me excited and unable to concentrate at work. The day finally came and after I got off work I loaded up my bag of supplies and headed out. She had me meet her at the motel and the idea of just meeting someone at a side door of a motel off the freeway seemed to add to the feeling of what was going on. It made my imagination run wild a little, it was like I had been whisked away and kidnapped by some stranger.

This time around was all business. She greeted me at the door with a sly smile dressed in all black and looking very imposing. She gestured for me to come in with her finger and told me to drop my bag on the bed. Very small amount of chit-chat this time around as she put it “I need to make the most of the time I have with you”. Scarlette began to rummage around in my bag to see what I had brought her and was intrigued by a series of nylon straps that were in the bag. “And what's this fun thing?” she asked me. “Those are some under the bed straps I bought online awhile back but never have been able to use them.” I responded. “Hmm…we can make good use of this” she responded while looking over the velcro cuffs that came with them. “These aren’t the best, but I’ll make sure they hold you tight. Give me a hand with this will you?” She gestured to the straps and the bed and I helped her lift the mattress and put the straps underneath. They’re the generic starter bondage kind kinda things. Vinyl straps that go underneath the mattress but stick out at the corners with a ring on each end so that you can attach cuffs to them. Once again, talking about and working with these sorts of things with someone else was starting to get me all flustered and excited. She seemed to notice because she told me to take a deep breath and to go ahead and strip down for her while she continued to look through the bag.

I stripped down to my boxers and shivered a little in anticipation as she came towards me with cuffs while patting the side of the bed. I sat down next to her and she one by one pulled the velcro from the cuffs off and attached them to my wrists and ankles and told me to lay down. I did as I was told and she quickly went to work attaching my wrist cuffs to the straps in the top corners of the bed, making sure to make a quick jerk of the strap to tighten it and pull my wrists down to the mattress. Then coming down to the edge of the bed she pulled on my ankles to stretch me out before attaching the ankle cuffs as well and tightening them just as she had done with my wrists. Suddenly I was trapped and spread eagle on the bed exposed and unable to escape. The thought and feeling of this immediately made my heart pound and my breathing to speed up. “Look at you, getting so flustered and I haven't even done anything yet. This is going to be so much fun” she said with a giggle while running her finger down my chest and getting back up off the bed.

She reached down into my bag and pulled out a roll of red duct tape, running her fingers around it while asking “And just what is this for?” She looked me directly in my eyes with such an intense stare it made me about choke. “Um… for whatever? I guess. A gag probably?” “Oh a gag hmm? You want to be gagged? Do you?” she smiled as she pulled the tape out in a long strip in one swift motion while walking back towards me. I swallowed hard never leaving eye contact with her while stammering “um…if you want to?” “Oh I most definitely do” she said with an evil smile before swiftly tearing off a piece of tape and pressing against my lips before I had a chance to say anything else. Then she tore off another piece and another until I suddenly had 3 or 4 strips of sticky tape covering my mouth keeping me totally silenced. Without even thinking I let out a soft moan from behind my gag and began to tug on my restraints. She smiled as she climbed on the bed and remarked “well look at you now my pet. All helpless and quiet just for me” She laid on her side next to me and let her fingers run up and down my chest while smirking before digging her nails in for a quick swipe. Nothing painful, but enough to leave a slight mark down my stomach.I started to wiggle under her touch as the anticipation was making me antsy as well as being a little ticklish. This seemed to please her a great deal as she kept doing it, alternating light and harder strokes down my body. All the while I’m grunting into my gag and trying to avoid her touch but unable to as my arms and legs were held down fast by the straps. After a few minutes she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small rubber ring with what looked like a small plastic case on top. “Do you know what this is for?” I stared at it intently for a few seconds before shaking my head no. “Well it's a fun little toy I bought just for you today. Normally it goes around your… ” she motioned towards my crotch “but I think since you’re so squirmy, for today it’ll just stay on my finger.” She put the ring on her finger and flicked a small switch on the side of it on, and the ring started to vibrate. She once again brought her finger down to my chest and let it run up and down and from side to side. Occasionally letting it run lower down my stomach and to the waistline of my boxers and briefly letting it buzz over my crotch. The more I wiggled and struggled, the more amused she got and seemed to be enjoying herself more and more. She then reached into the front of my sorts and pulled my member out, letting it stand tall and started to focus exclusively on it, letting the vibrations drive me crazy. Eventually it led to her just getting a good grip and doing what she did best. I didn’t last for very long after what felt like an eternity of teasing earlier and I was left breathless and exhausted.

After a few minutes she carefully removed the tape gag from my lips and released one of my wrists and instructed me to let myself out and go to the bathroom and clean up. After doing so she had me lay back down in the bed with her for a while and turned on the tv to relax for a bit. She hadn’t said anything in awhile and at this point I wasn’t really sure what to do as I was now pretty self conscious laying down on the bed in my boxers with someone who had just tied me to it and was acting like nothing had happened. She must have sensed my uneasiness as eventually she muted the tv and looked over at me and asked how I was doing and what I wanted to do next. I got nervous again and wasn't really sure what to say other than that I was fine and asked what she wanted to do? “Well I’m asking you. What else have you imagined that I can do with you?” She narrowed her eyes and thought for a second when I didn't answer. “You need to be more assertive, how about this time you tie yourself up for me instead? You do the work. You did mention before that you’ve done it a lot. How about you show me?” “Um.. ok. I can do that I think.” I thought about it for a minute then got up off the bed and started to rummage around through the bag and then back at the bed. “Actually, there's one way I’ve messed around with a bit, but I’ll need the straps off the bed if that's ok?” “That does sound interesting. Let's do it.” She got up and helped me pull the straps off the bed and handed them over to me, watching with an intrigued face, wondering what I was up to.

I crawled back up on the bed and shortened the strap lengths of two of the straps and connected the cuffs back to them and to my ankles. Then I knelt down on my knees so that the straps connected behind me as the now excess length of those straps i had shortened wrapped around my thighs, pinning them together in a semi frog-tie.I then took the length of the middle of the straps and ran it up and over my shoulder and back down towards my stomach where the other end of the straps making the other Y formation separated right above my crotch. I took those two straps and ran them between my legs on either side and back up to criss cross around the front of me and back around to my back to where if I were to attach my wrists into the cuffs on the opposite side behind my back, the straps would hold them in place across my stomach and keep them pretty secure. I sheepishly looked back up at her and asked what she thought. She looked at me with amusement as she walked around the bed inspecting the straps on me. “Not bad. Looks pretty tight. A few small fixes should keep you out of trouble” she hummed to herself as she grabbed at a few of the straps and tightened them where they were a little loose, but otherwise found it to hold me pretty well. This time she took one of the silk ties from the bag and blindfolded me as well as stuffed one into my mouth for a cleave gag and let her fingers trail about me once again. She mostly stayed behind me while wrapping her arms around my chest and holding me close while taunting me with whispers into my ear about how secure and trapped I was before eventually using the ring again and repeating how it went before.

When it was all said and done she helped me get loose and we resumed laying on the bed for a little bit before we both were yawning off and on. It was starting to get late and she had an early morning so she bid me goodnight as I got dressed and gathered my things and off I went. Promising to keep in touch and that we would try some new things next time.

[BoundTightly]

Nice part 2

[monkeytails]

Part 3

Before I go into the next part I’d just like to preface a couple of things. Skip ahead if you just wanna get to the story. It’s at this point that details are a little hazy to be honest. The handful of times I met up with Scarlett were over the course of 2, maybe 3 months about 15 years ago. I remembered our first meetings really well, but the rest kinda blur together a bit so they might not be as detailed as I'd like them to be. I’m filling in dialog a little mostly from pieces of what I can remember, but it's harder to do so. I guess it doesn’t really matter in the long run, but I wanted to be upfront that from here on, I’m mostly doing my best to remember and having to fill in the gaps a little. Anyway, moving on…

A few weeks after our hotel visit, she sent me a text saying that she’d be in town again later in the week and that I should be prepared for more. Also, that I should think a bit harder on things I was wanting to try. It didn’t take me long to reply that I wanted to try to be mummified. I had done some self mummification to varying degrees in the past by myself, but the thought of having someone else do it to me really sent my imagination into overdrive. (This all happened a couple of years before my first story with Michelle. Maybe I should have started here instead).
She liked the idea and told me to make sure I had the materials I needed and that she'd see me later in the week. I ended up going to the store and buying a few rolls of duct tape and saran wrap. Also after some googling,I learned they sold vet wrap at petsmart so I made the trip out. I was a little disappointed that it was so expensive however, so I only bought 5 or 6 rolls since they were $3ish a piece. Obviously petsmart doesn't stock them with the bondage ready person in mind.

The day came and just like last time I gathered up my stuff in my bag and set out to meet her at the same motel as before. Once again she was eager to see what I had brought her and while pulling out the saran wrap and tape, found the rolls of vet wrap on the bottom of the bag. “ohh, what's this? These look like a lot more fun” she smiled as she dug around in the bag to find all the rolls. She eyeballed me with a stern look and asked “why are you still wearing clothes?” before turning back to the rolls and starting to take the plastic off of each one and setting them neatly on the bed. I hurriedly stripped down to my shorts and tried to keep calm. Something I’m usually not very good at when in these sort of situations.

She told me to hold still and put my feet together as she started at my ankles and started to wrap upwards from my ankles to my knees to my thighs. She had to stretch it out to have enough wrap since there weren’t very many rolls, but she made sure to pull it very tight as she did. She hesitated for a moment when she got to my waist and bit her lip slightly as she quickly reached into the front of my boxers, pulled my member out, then began to wrap above and below it and continued upwards while remarking “that’ll be better if this is just out of the way don't you think?” She laughed as she noticed me getting red again and instructed me to put my arms at my side. I did as I was told but was confused as she started at my wrists and continued to wrap upwards, but left my hands out. She continued to wrap up to my shoulders and lightly over my neck before running mostly out of wrap. She had about a half a roll left and paused to look me over, letting her hands run across my now mummified body and smoothing out the wrap. I loved the tight feeling over my body and it definitely showed out front with nothing to hide. “How does that feel? Do you feel secure?” “It feels really…good. I like it a lot.” while slightly tugging on my arms and legs but getting nowhere. She looked me up and down and muttered to herself “just feels like its missing something…something important but I can't quite figure it out…” Before I could respond, she gleefully said “oh right!” and very quickly pulled more wrap over my hands in one swift motion, pinning them to my legs. She wrapped around and around my body at least 3 or 4 times, securely keeping my hands tight and unable to move, much to my enjoyment. “Didn’t think I’d let you keep those out did you?” she smirked as she then smiled as she pushed my shoulders forcefully sending me backwards onto the bed. “Now I’m in complete control, wouldn’t you agree?” She started to climb back up on the bed while straddling me and grabbed a bandana from the bag sitting next to me and the remainder of the wrap in her other hand. “Now open up” she commanded as she stuffed the bandana deep into my mouth and then lifted my head up while wrapping the remainder of the wrap over my mouth and around my head as much as the roll had left. I was now helplessly wrapped up and silenced and at her mercy.

Just as at the previous visit, she settled in laying on her side next to me and let her fingers trail up and down my body. She whispered little things in my ear like how helpless I was, how I was trapped and her prisoner, encouraging me to attempt to escape before grabbing my sides and holding me firm when I did. She got out her vibing ring and ran it up and down me again and just generally seemed to enjoy watching me squirm and look me in the eyes while tormenting me. Once again I didn’t last very long once she got to touching certain things and I was quite worn out. She left me in the wrap for awhile while I came back down, eventually removing the gag and teasing me that she would just leave me like this all night. We chatted a little here and there and eventually she clamped her hand over my mouth and told me to shh as she reapplied my gag and told me to be quiet and started it all over again.

Sometime later she released me and after we laid there together and talked about our evening, I got dressed and she wished me well as I headed back home. Awaiting the inevitable next adventure when she would get in touch again.

[Ms Evie]

This is an honestly fantastic and very cute series of stories. Can’t wait for more!

[monkeytails]

This is an honestly fantastic and very cute series of stories. Can’t wait for more!

Thank you so much, I appreciate you saying that! I've been having a lot of fun remembering all this and typing these stories up. Sadly it's coming to an end soon, but I'm glad you're enjoying it!

[monkeytails]

Part 4

In between visits, Scarlett and I would infrequently send random texts to each other and on occasion would chat on the computer using a messenger app. On one particular evening she asked me out of the blue if I had a webcam because she was curious about something. I told her that I did and she told me to gather my things and to turn it on for her. “What did you have in mind?” I asked quietly. “I think it's time you do something for me instead. I may not be there in person, but I’m still on control ok?” “Um ok… sure”. I got a little excited at the mystery of this but carried on none the less.

“This time you’re going to tie yourself up for my amusement. I want to watch and see what you can do and if you can listen, understand?” I nodded and wondered how this would even work, but was excited to try. She told me to be quick about it as I started to dig around in my bag as she watched carefully through the camera lens. I selected a series of neckties and a couple coils of rope. Tying myself up has never quite been the easiest thing for me to do, but I felt a sense of pressure to get it done right. As I showed her the items I selected she smiled and nodded her head but held up a finger for a moment. “Before you start, I want you to move me over there to your bed.” In the background of my camera my bed was in the corner, so I picked up the laptop and set it down on the bed facing me. “Now I want you to kneel, so that you are on the floor in front of me ” Again, doing as I was told I started to feel a real sense of excitement at not only her instructions, but almost as if she were here doing the work herself. “You may now proceed,” she said with a smirk.

I started by using the rope to bind my ankles and then above and below my knees. I knelt down on them as I tied a slip knot in a small length of cable and attached the other end to my ankles and left the loop to the side for now. Taking another length of rope I made a larger slipknot and went over my arms and pulled it as best I could. It really wasn’t going to hold anything seriously in place, but it gave some pressure on my arms and that was the point. Next I took a necktie and tied a slipknot on both ends. Before I went any further I took a bandana and cleave gagged myself with it and used another one to tie an otm gag over the top of it. I looked to her for approval and she simply nodded and told me to make sure I was out of my shorts as well. I know I turned red again as she chuckled at this and told me to hurry up as I did so. “Now your wrists. I want you nice and tight.” I put one end of the tie with a slipknot around my wrist and bound my hand behind my back. Then swung the other end around my stomach and crossed my free hand behind my back to the other side and slipped it into the other slipknot. Then carefully grabbed the loop I had made earlier attached to my ankles and squeezed both wrists inside and pulled the loop as best I could. I was now as secure as I could be without someone else working on it. It was getting hard to concentrate and with every movement I made knowing that she was watching me was really playing with my head. “Now” she commanded, “I wanna see you struggle for me. Moan for me. Pretend I did this to you”. She didn’t have to tell me twice as I began to thrash slightly in my bonds and let out little grunts and moans into my gag. She smiled even wider but then after a few seconds, she turned her camera off. I stopped and looked confused, but her voice was still speaking to me through the speakers “I didn’t tell you to stop. You don’t need to see me, but I can still see you. Keep struggling my pet.” Somehow this was even more of a turn on as I continued to wiggle and struggle in my bonds. “You are in front of your mattress aren't you? Maybe you should squeeze in between there for me”. A slightly puzzled look towards the camera with another grunt followed by a slight nod and I found myself doing the best I could to lodge myself between the mattress and mattress pad. “Keep going, do what you know you want to do. Moan for me”. As usual this did not take very long at all but it sure amused the hell out of her.

When it was all over I was practically sweating and breathing heavily. She congratulated me on a job well done and told me that she would be in touch, but waited to make sure I could at least get my hands free before logging off. Once she did, I flopped on my back on the floor after tugging the gag out and attempting to catch my breath. “This is all nuts really.” I thought to myself.

[Ms Evie]

Another lovely chapter! Very jealous of Scarlett having a man like you to exert control over like that!

[monkeytails]

Part 5 Final

I have a very clear memory of when I set into motion our next and sadly final visit. I was working in the backroom of a bookstore when she texted me to let me know once again she would be in the area probably for the last time of the year. This being mid November and the holidays were coming up. It still felt like a weird dream that I was able to have a lot of my ideas and fantasies fulfilled like this. It didn’t feel real. It still doesn’t kind of and it’s been 15 years but I digress. The one real major idea that kept sticking in my brain at this point was the true feeling of being helpless. There's always a sense of security somewhere in your brain in scenes I think that comes along with that trust you give with your partner when bondage is involved and that being that a majority of the time you probably can escape whatever you’ve been tied in if you really wanted to. Sometimes that's even part of the scene, but how frequently are we completely trapped, unable to escape, and utterly helpless to the whims of your partner? That's what I really wanted to experience: true helplessness.

I told her about my idea and asked if it would be possible and she seemed to scoff at the idea of me even asking “would” it be possible. “You have no idea what I can do boy. I’ll make sure you never get out unless I let you out.” With the domino set in motion all I could do was wait for the time to come. Over the next week or so there would be occasional texts of her feeling things out and asking me what I would possibly think of this position or this material. Little teases, I think mostly just to get me off the trail. This backfired however when I would think about it too much at work and would text her a little too much and ended up being scolded by her when I kept pushing for more details of her master plan. “Wait and see or it's not happening. Be patient.” Is essentially what she told me. I relented and after what felt like an eternity, the day came. Once I got off work, within the hour I found myself in the familiar motel and in a familiar territory of being both excited and super nervous.

She asked if I was ready to do this and that there would be no turning back. I swallowed hard and simply nodded. “Good” she responded. “Now strip down and sit on the bed”. While I changed she dumped my bag onto the bed beside me and started laying out materials neatly in a row, mostly rope and ties. She started by putting a scarf over my eyes to blindfold me because she didn’t want me peeking or seeing where any of the knots were. This added a whole new sensation of mystery to the whole ordeal as she had me put my hands behind my back palm to palm and interlock my fingers. She used a necktie and wrapped it snugly around my wrists multiple times, then with a second one started to intertwine two different ties in a sort of x formation up my arms from my wrists almost to my armpits creating almost a makeshift sort of armbinder. She then used rope to pin my upper arms to my side and my wrists behind my back as she wrapped above my elbows and another around my forearms. Then used a tie around my stomach that pinned my wrists to my body. Next she had me lay flat on my stomach as she went to work on my ankles and above and below my knees and finally tethering my ankles to my wrists after making me get up on my knees and bending forward with my shoulders on the bed. The tether wasn't so tight that it pulled me into a hogtie, but it was enough that I couldn’t really bend forward much further than how I was pulled. She then went to work doubling up on a few of the ropes and ties that were already there for an extra layer and to cover the knots. Finally she had me lay on my side on the bed and asked me how it felt. I tugged slightly on the bonds and found that they had practically no give at all. “It feels really tight.” “Too tight? Or just tight enough?” “Not uncomfortable, but snug is probably a better word.” “Good. Can you get out?” “Um… I don't know.” “Well I guess it's time to find out” she retorted while quickly stuffing a bandana into my mouth and using a second one as a cleave gag to keep it in there. “Go ahead and struggle to your heart's content boy. I don’t think you’re getting out of this one.”

With that I started to playfully struggle a little and test things out but quickly found that I was bound tight and with virtually no give. I fumbled my fingers around and couldn't find knots. I wiggled my wrists but found no slack. Suddenly my heart started beating faster as I realized that I was actually stuck this time and could not get out. A weird feeling of euphoria began to wash over me as I started to struggle harder and roll around on the bed almost thrashing but getting nowhere. The more I struggled the more I was coming to realize that there was no give anywhere. She must have really thought this tie out because I could not reach a single not, unslip a single wrap of any kind. I tried rolling on my side and rubbing against the bed, I tried rolling on my back and arching backwards to attempt to give myself some slack. Nothing was given in the least. I felt like a worm that could do nothing but wiggle. It didn’t take long for my attempts to escape to subside and I just sort of laid there breathing deeply through my nose and rubbing my shoulders up and down as best I could on the bed. I started to fall into a very comfy feeling and began to relax.

On occasion she would taunt me and ask me why I hadn’t escaped yet, to reminding me that she was in charge and that I would absolutely not be escaping unless she thought fit to do so. She would run her fingers up and down my body in a tickle fashion or grab a hold of the bonds in various places and tug them before letting out a laugh and letting go. The tie that was around my waist was in a position of keeping my hardening member in place and rubbing it as I wiggled, which felt really good. She noticed this of course and put a stop to it by releasing him from the front of my shorts. Slightly relieved and slightly disappointed I grunted my disapproval to which she responded by pinching my nipple and laughing. She continued to have her fun watching me wiggle and struggle for a bit until she finally asked me if I had enough. I stopped for a second and nodded slowly with a slight sigh into my gag. She removed my blindfold and sat on the bed in front of me so she could look right into my eyes. “I guess that means I win huh?” she said while holding up my chin with her finger. All I could do was grunt in agreement. “Maybe this is the time I just don't let you go. Maybe you’ll stay here tonight and I’ll load you up into my car tomorrow morning and just be my plaything from then on.” Despite knowing this wasn't really going to happen, I couldn’t help letting my brain wander as I began to struggle a bit again and moan into my gag for release. “Very well then” she responded by helping me roll onto my chest and lifted me in the middle by my stomach so that my ass was hanging in the air and my shoulders and face were pressed down into the bed. She then moved behind me while putting one hand on my back and the other one draped across my stomach and down until it found the rod it was looking for. While pressing into me from behind and breathing into my ear she began to hold it firmly and gave it very tiny squeezes while whispering “thrust for me”. She didn’t have to tell me twice as I began to carefully wiggle my torso forward and back while balancing on my knees back and forth. The combination of her holding me tight as I rocked and her stroking at the same time sent a shockwave across my body and had me going in no time and before I knew it I was collapsing down on the bed, spent and utterly exhausted.

She laid down behind me and removed my gag while cradling me for a few minutes while we talked. Little by little she untied a few knots here and there until eventually I was released. I had never been in a situation like that before nor since really that I was completely and utterly helpless and I loved it.

Sadly this was the last time I saw Scarlette. Afterwards we talked for a while and with the holidays coming up, both of our schedules would be quite busy and in the new year I’d be going back to school across the country. We promised to keep in touch because I didn’t know when I’d be back home and while we did, we drifted apart after a while. We’d chat on occasion online, but lives got busy, new people came into them and eventually we just lost contact. I still wonder sometimes if this all really happened and wasn’t just some crazy fantasy dream that I had but I guess just sometimes you get lucky on occasion even if it doesn’t really last. I’ve had other tug experiences before and after Scarlett, but these were something special. Writing these stories down has helped jog my memories a bit and I’ve remembered things I haven’t thought about in fifteen years and even though I don’t remember it all so clearly, there are still key moments that are set in stone in my brain that I hope I never forget.

[Tmcd95]

Sounds like a great final play with Scarlette!