Bondage Baby

Fucking Blogger's screwing up on me. Anyway, this was the post that should have been for the day before yesterday.

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Did I mention I was enlisted to do a shoot a-la bondage style today? If not, then I’m telling you now; This was how I spent the first Monday of my new found freedom.

I got up bloody early at 9 a.m. to get my eyebrows threaded, to purchase a corset and to get the SM outfit I’d gotten altered at the tailors sometime back last week. Apparently there are no corsets to fit me, I’m simply too small, and they never come in Asian sizes, because most local women, it would seem, are just not too into it. The SM outfit was still ill fitting, but nonetheless took me in more snugly, and was rid of many unnecessary buckles.

Surprisingly, I managed to turn up on time for the modeling appointment, and Dr Seuss was very nice and asked me if I’d like some wine and mangoes (he remembered I liked those) before we commenced with our little project. I got into the outfit and he commented on how ill-fitting it was. ‘We need to take you to the tailors to get some nice ones made.’ But he was really fantastic with the 60m of silk rope he’d got, and that took care of the slack in the outfit very well.

Apparently there’s an art to bondage. I’m not fucking kidding. When this guy showed me some really odd pictures that looked like a manual out of Knot Tying 101 for the Discerning Adult, I called him up to say he was completely mad. Firstly, the photos had looked utterly pornographic, there was nothing cool about them. Secondly, I will not concede to being gagged. He said we didn’t have to do anything I didn’t wish to, and he’d make sure the photos will all come out lovely and completely something Suicidegirls would want to buy.

I kept on falling in and out of trust in his character as a sane person throughout the week, and couldn’t help thinking, man, I might just be getting myself into some really bad shit. So before I left, I told Vic to give me a ring at 2 in the afternoon, and if I didn’t pick up, he’d better do something about it.

Now honestly, bondage isn’t something you do with someone you don’t have a previous repertoire with. When he started securing me, I realized that it was no joke and I really couldn’t move. Sure. I’ve had weird threesomes where we all took turns tying each other up in scarves, but those were easily gotten out off. He was really good at what he did though. Completely efficient with getting the ropes around me, and there was no way in hell I could have gotten out of it.

He started to get carried away sometime during the shoot though, and couldn’t stop pinching my nipples. And there was a point when I was blindfolded and gagged, with my wrists tied to my ankles, and he’d told me he’d leave me there for awhile while he went to the bathroom, and was that allright. ‘Yeah sure.’ It was completely, completely unnerving, and my nipples were tingling so bad I had odd nightmares of him cutting them off with a razor blade.

He came back and pulled me to him and whispered, ‘ You really trust me, don’t you?’

‘Not really. I just don’t give a shit. Whatever happens, happens. But I’ve done plenty dumb shit in my life with complete strangers while living off God’s goodness, and so far, so good.’ (Said after gagged was removed).

Then he bit my nipples again and I couldn’t help but let out a little yelp.

‘Make too much noise, and you’ll really get it.’

I knew he wasn’t going to do anything, really. But the way he said it was completely chilling I would have wet my panties, only, I wasn’t wearing any.

Sure, it was completely unprofessional, but who cares. I swear to god, all my other shoots are usually completely hands-off affairs. I just couldn’t help myself with this one, it was an experience I had really desired for a very, very long time. Think, since the time I was 10. I’ve got an amazing pain threshold, certainly, but I could never attempt to really hurt another person. Possibly because I know I can tolerate so much, I wouldn’t know what they could. Have always been the willing submissive.

‘Stop with the photos allright. Just screw them. Come and play.’ I told him, trying to bring myself into an upright position. It wasn’t easy, considering that a length or rope bound my calves to my thighs and my wrists to my ankles. Plus, there was more rope wound around my thighs so I found it impossible to close them. He pushed me up on my back so much of my weight was on my shoulders, and started stroking my cunt. And I swear, I have not been this turned on for a very, very long time. I’m honestly usually not one for foreplay, but this sort of foreplay was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I was gagged, blindfolded, completely bound with my legs well apart. It was sexy, hot and so fucking wet.

He jammed his fingers into me, and I don’t quite know how to describe it, but the feeling was really something else. It felt so completely wrong, and like such a huge breach of me that my whole body shuddered as he did so. I came then, and I couldn’t stop shuddering. You know how it is when your mind goes into shock? It’s not so much the pain that causes you to black out and go numb, but the absolutely un-expectancy of it all. This was just the opposite. It was my mind slowly sinking into such a state of eroticism that the pleasure that was to be had was beyond what I was really feeling.

He untied me then and told me I could stay in for the rest of the day and room-service dinner in if I wanted to. And he left me with $500. Which I thought wasn’t enough for that sort of insanity, but whatever, I’ll let it pass this time because I had wanted the experience anyway, and he’d had it. He blatantly asked me afterwards if I’d like to be his paramour. I told him he was being completely rude about it all, not doing it over a candlelight dinner. Sugar Daddy? Yeah, maybe, whatever. I’m not particularly interested. I don’t like Stuff anyway. I like cash.

xoxox