Synopsis: a kinky young woman tries an online roleplay for the first time. How will it end?

Hi! My name is Alex, I'm twenty-five years old and I'm a bondage lover!

Let me describe myself first. I have long red hair and green eyes, nice huge boobs and a nice butt, to be honest. Oh! And I'm a lesbian, although not many people knows that. Even less know about my little fetish.

So, back to the story. For some time now, I've been doing some roleplays online with a dominatrix named Fiona. Yes, I'm a submissive. I love the feeling of being at someone else's mercy, even though I've never dared to do so in real life.

So, one day we agreed to do a videocall, where she'd tell me how I should truss myself and I'd comply. She'd be wearing a balaclava to cover her face. Don't ask me why, but that feeling of not knowing my "robber" was kind of a turn on for me.

Anyway, I have everything ready, when the pain in the ass of my roommate decided to cancel her dinner. Determined to go on with my fantasy, I decided to book a room from a hotel nearby. So I took my laptop, the restraining items that Fiona had texted me that I would need, and I walked to Hotel Bondia.

The hotel room was cold and impersonal. I closed the curtains and got ready. I opened up the laptop and logged in the fetish site: kinkyandotherstuff.com. I made sure my camera was on and waited for Fiona's call.

Her image popped up on the screen, a mysterious figure in black and a balaclava covering all but her piercing blue eyes.

"Good evening, beautiful" she greeted.

"Good evening, Mistress" I replied.

"Are you ready to have some fun?"

"Yes, Mistress".

"You've got everything I asked you, right?"

"Yes, Mistress".

"Perfect. Then, start by getting undressed. But keep your panties close".

My heart raced as I began to strip off my clothes, folding each piece neatly before placing it over the bed, except for the panties, that I kept on the table, next to my laptop. Fiona's eyes gleamed with excitement behind the mask, watching my every move with a predatory gaze that sent a thrill through my body. She was in control, and I loved it.

"Nice sight. Fine, start by tying your ankles together".

"Yes, Mistress".

With trembling hands, I took the silky ropes from the bedside table. The material was surprisingly soft, and I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as I began to wrap it around my ankles. The sensation was new, but not entirely unpleasant, as I tightened the knot. I could see Fiona nod in approval from the screen, her blue eyes seemingly piercing through the digital divide.

"Good girl," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Now, keep doing your knees and calves. And then your thighs."

I followed her instructions, feeling the ropes bite into my skin, the pressure increasing with every turn. It was a delicious sensation, one that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful. The anticipation was palpable in the air, thick with the scent of my own arousal and the faint smell of the hotel's cleaning products. The coldness of the room contrasted with the heat that was building up inside me.

This wasn't the first time I did selfbondage. But it was the first time I did it in front of a live audience, needless to say as a part of a roleplay.

"Mistress, my thighs are tied." I reported, breathlessly.

"Good," she said, "now, tie your ankles to one of the chair's legs".

Once again, I did as I was told, like if I was mesmerized. But I was enjoying every part of it.

"Now, your thighs to the chair's seat".

Following Fiona's command, I tied my thighs to the chair, ensuring that the ropes didn't cut off my circulation but were tight enough to keep me immobile. Each tug sent a wave of anticipation through my body, making my heart thump in my chest like a drum.

"Now don't you think you're a bit too free on your upper body?"

"Yes, Mistress".

"So tie your waist to the chair's back".

"Yes, Mistress".

With a swift motion, I wrapped the rope around my waist and secured it to the chair, making sure it was snug but not uncomfortable. The tension grew with each loop, and the feeling of being bound was becoming more intense. My breasts heaved with every breath, bouncing at the beat of my own excitement.

"Now, do you have the scissors I asked you to bring?"

"Yes, Mistress".

"Leave them on the bed. I want you to have to struggle to reach them if you want to break free".

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I threw the scissors exactly where she instructed, just out of my reach. With a final nod of approval, she leaned in closer to the camera, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Now, sweetie, I bet you'd love to be gagged with my panties, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress".

Oh, fuck, I was so turned on right now. I loved every second of it.

Fiona's voice was like honey over the speakers, sweet and commanding.

"Take your panties," she instructed, as I took them. "Now, fold them into a ball and push them into your mouth."

My eyes widened at the thought, but the thrill of the moment didn't let me hesitate. I rolled my panties into a compact ball before pushing it into my mouth, feeling the fabric expand as my tongue and teeth made room for it. The taste was faintly sweet with a hint of salt, and the sensation of the material against my tongue was oddly arousing.

"Do they taste good?" she teased.

"Mphhess, Mistffffs" I replied.

"Good. Now let's make sure you can't spit them out, shall we? Take the roll of duct tape I asked you to bring and place seven stripes over your lips, from your nose to your chin. And better be thorough".

"Mphhh" I nodded.

I reached for the roll of duct tape with trembling hands and, once again, followed her instructions.

"Now, this will be a bit tricky," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice, "but I want you to do it as neatly as possible. Take the microfoam tape and start at the base of your nose, then wrap it around your head, under your chin, and back up to the top. Make sure it's snug and tight. Do fifteen loops like that."

My hands were shaking as I picked up the roll of tape. The thought of being so thoroughly gagged was both terrifying and exhilarating. I'd never done anything like this before, but I knew that I wanted it. I pressed the first strip against the bridge of my nose, feeling the coolness of the tape against my skin. Then, I began to wind it around, my heart racing as the fabric of the tape grew thicker and tighter with each loop. The sound of the tape peeling and sticking to itself was the only noise in the room, aside from my shallow breaths.

"Try it".

"Mphhh" I mumbled.

"I mean TRY IT. YELL!" she exclaimed.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed, only to realize that just muffled grunts came out.

"Perfect. Now, do you have your phone with you?"

"Mphhh" I nodded.

"Set the timer in one hour. Then and only then, is when you can begin to struggle".

With the instructions still echoing in my head, I took my phone, and I set the timer. I placed the phone on the table, just in sight.

"Now, get those zipties," Fiona said, her voice like a siren's call, guiding me deeper into this thrilling abyss.

My eyes darted to the collection of zipties I had brought with me. I took out three of them and held them up for her to see.

"Good," she purred, "now make two small loops with one end of each ziptie. Use the other one and tie it to the homemade handcuffs and to the rope around your waist. Then, zip your wrists up behind your back".

With my teeth clenched around the fabric in my mouth, I managed to manipulate the zipties with my trembling fingers, creating the loops she had described. The feeling was cold and unforgiving as I secured them to the rope and my wrists, the plastic biting into my skin with every movement. The feeling of being completely bound was both terrifying and exhilarating, my body tingling with excitement.

"Good job, honey. Now, remember, no struggles until one hour. When you get free... I mean, IF you get free, call me, okay?" she taunted.

"Mphhhh" I nodded.

I could feel my arousal growing up as she hung up the call. My nipples were erected and I could sense my pussy getting wet.

As I sat there, bound and gagged, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear. The room was eerily quiet, only the sound of my own muffled breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner to keep me company. The clock on the bedside table seemed to tick louder with every passing second, a constant reminder of the time constraint.

Finally, the phone buzzed. The sound was like a gunshot in the silent room, and I jumped in the chair, my heart racing. The timer had gone off, and it was time for me to start struggling. But just as I began to tug at the ropes and tape, the door to the hotel room swung open. Panic flooded my veins. I was sure I had hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign.

I struggled in the chair to turn around towards the door, and then saw her. One of the hotel maids came in. She was gorgeous, blonde with blue eyes, and was smiling at me.

"MPHhhhhhhhh?"

"Well, nice to meet you, Alex. Or should I call you: KinkyRedhead?"

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" my heart skipped a beat as I realized she knew my online nickname.

"Oh, don't you recognize me? Maybe I should put this on?"

With a playful smile, she pulled out a balaclava from her pocket and slid it over her head, covering all but those piercing blue eyes. And just like that, she transformed into the mysterious Fiona from my screen, her identity no longer hidden by digital pixels. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. This wasn't just an online roleplay anymore; she was here, in the flesh, watching me squirm in the chair I'd bound myself to.

"What a coincidence, don't you think?? I almost faint when I notice the background in your screen. You were using the hotel I work at for our roleplay. Funny, isn't it? Trust me, it was difficult to hold my laugh!" she mocked.

"MPHHHHHHHHHH!!" I yelled at her as I notice the scissors on the bed.

I wriggle on the chair in a pathetic attempt to reach them, but she is obviously faster.

"Oh, no, honey. Our fun has just begun!"

Fiona's blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she approached me with the scissors in her hand. She reached out and snipped the zipties and ropes holding me to the chair with surprising ease, her movements swift and precise. A window for hope opened as I thought she would free me from my bindings. But all hopes faded away as fast as they grew when she forced me to stand up.

"Hop on the bed".

The words were simple, yet the command was clear and undeniable. I awkwardly complied, my legs feeling like jelly as I tried to stand. The fabric gag muffled any protests I might have made, turning them into a series of frantic grunts. I let myself down on the bed and she soon grabbed another piece of rope.

"I have to continue my shift, honey. I've only started working. But I'll make sure your comfortable and have your fun while I'm on duty".

"MPHHHHHHHH???!" was she really going to leave me bound and gagged while she worked?

"Don't worry, I'll come back to check on you. And maybe, if you're a good girl, I'll give you a little surprise," she said with a wink.

With surprising agility, Fiona bound my wrists with the rope she had brought, looping it over the zipties that still held them tightly together. The additional layer of restraint was a comforting reminder of her power over me, and I felt my heart rate spike as she worked. She then bent my knees and, with a gentle but firm hand, she connected the rope from my ankles to the one around my elbows. The sensation was strange, my legs folded up and tied together in such an intricate way, leaving me sprawled on the bed with a newfound sense of vulnerability. I had never been hogtied before, but I couldn't say I didn't like it.

"Now, this is a gift for you to enjoy in the meantime".

"Mphhh?"

Fiona then took another piece of rope, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. She approached me on the bed and tied it over my bare pussy, around my waist. It was a strange, intense sensation, one that I hadn't felt before. She tightened the rope, the nylon pressing against my most sensitive area. A moan of pleasure escaped my gagged lips, the sound muffled but unmistakable. She chuckled softly, enjoying the reaction she was getting from me.

"Now, it's a shame, but I must go, honey. But first, for you not to get too noisy here".

With that, Fiona removed the scarf that had been tied around her neck and approached me, her eyes gleaming with excitement, and I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort at the sight of the familiar fabric. She leaned over, the sweet smell of her perfume filling my nose, and with a swift motion, she tied the scarf around my neck, covering my mouth and nose. The knot was tight, but not unbearable, the fabric pressing against my skin and the fabric of my gag. It was an OTN gag that would muffle my sounds even more effectively than the tape.

"That should do it. Have fun, KinkyRedhead. I can't wait to have my fun too" she winked as she left the room. "Oh, and don't worry! I'll make sure no one disturb you!" she added as sthe put the sign on the door knob.

Alone with my thoughts and my bound body, I lay there, feeling the ropes bite into my flesh. The pressure of the scarf around my face was surprisingly comforting, adding to the intensity of the scene. I felt my heart racing with excitement and fear as the reality of my situation sank in. I had no idea what Fiona had planned, but the anticipation was driving me wild.

After all, it was being a funny roleplay.