As I looked around in a state of surprise at my new predicament, and felt the severity of my restraints, I felt yet another blissful arousal overcame me. This was it, it was actually happening, a totally submissive bound lifestyle for the long haul!

Allow me to explain what I have gotten myself into. Recently I was "hired" into a service where girls (sometimes CD guys) offer themselves up as bondage dolls. We get tied up and act all submissive for guys and rarely girls who pay for our services. We set our own hours, prices, limits, the whole thing. I wouldn't go as far as to call it prostitution, mainly because i forbid any sexual to anyone looking to book a session with me. I think of this more like an extended role-play hobby of sorts. Don't judge me too hard.

I had been communicating with another master (dom) like I normally do and after all safety measures are in place, we had been able to arrange a kindap-styled bondage session. He had sent me a package in the mail, with instructions, to wear everything included and where to be and what time. I had felt a tingle as I saw what appeared to be a black textured flower pattern full body pantyhose.this guy also sent me laced black patent leather sandals to go with. Normally they chose cosplay or a specific look, but this guy was very specific with his tastes. I had gotten used to it but once in a while I would be excited at how brave I was going to have to be to go outside in this outfit, with the potential of being spotted and gawked at. (I always wear a disguise over top but this guy said that wouldn't be necessary due to how late in the night he had scheduled.  I wore a large gray trench coat so it would keep me from getting too cold, and cover up properly enough, so that I could still feel very sensual yet nobody would know.

 As per his commands, I was to walk to a quiet neighborhood nearby my apartment complex. Go to a corner where a church had been unoccupied for some time, it even came with lights that were either dimmed or out completely. Now before you panic about me potentially getting kidnapped, all clients have to register with credit cards, ID, interviews, and my location is one while on the job. Plus the session has to be at a location within a certain radius. The service is super secure and the clients are always very trustworthy due to the screening process needed to even partake.

 The only thing I had with me was my phone in a small duffle bag I carry. Inside the bag is a collar, an assortment of tapes, ballgags, and some toys in case my dom wants to use them. It was just two minutes before 9pm as I arrived in the parking lot of the quiet church.

 After I arrived the reality of being all alone, vulnerable, and standing in the open had hit me. it was a usual feeling but as a cold breeze blew in, humid with fog, I would still shudder, and yet felt more resigned to the session and great pay which often brought me peace and eagerness. I stood a few moments, before noticing some movement down the street, emerging from the fog. A pair of men, staggering along, gave away their presence with chuckles and maybe some drunken mumbling to each other for a few moments when they suddenly went silent. I had moved to the shadows and saw that both of their attention was suddenly directed near me, Luckily they turned the corner and kept going. a few minutes later a  vehicle from the from down the street pulled over, and into the parking lot besides me. The driver side door opened, and the large figure of a man stepped out and said clearly, "put your hands on the roof of my car, and spread your legs apart a bit."

 I did as she was told, feeling immediately sure this was my master. I was yet to even get a glimpse of his face, and he was already stepping around behind me and patting my pockets. He gave me a thorough pat down, sliding a gloved hand up and down my inner thighs, and inside my jacket, firmly probing every inch of me. Without saying anything else, he started removing my jacket, and draped it on the roof of the car. He grabbed my forearms, and placed them behind my back, and wound a length of rope around my wrists. After cinching the ropes rather tightly, and tying off the ends, he steered me to the rear of the car and opened the trunk. "Get in." he said, as he helped hoist me with his hands firmly placed on either side of my ribs.

He expertly then tied my ankles together with more rope that was in the trunk, and then proceeded to tied my calves and thighs together, as well as my torso, pinning my upper arms to my sides. He tied my ankle bonds to my wrist bonds, putting me in a secure hogtie, and then ordered me, "Say 'Ah.' my dear.". my eyelids grew heavy with a trance like sensation of raw desire as he started to tightly pack the inside of my mouth with a white cotton cloth. A layer of my white microfoam tape from my bag was used to keep the cloth in my mouth, and then a white scarf or cloth was securely tied over that. I finally had the notion to get a look at his face finally, but before I knew was coming next, he slammed down the trunk's door, leaving me in darkness. I could hear him toss my jacket and bag in the backseat, sure wish I got to ride there instead of the trunk on a cold night with such a light outfit on. I tested my gag and bonds, and could tell I was secured and not going to get free. I couldn't make any real noise either.

I had no idea how long the car had driven, but could tell it had been on the residential roads most of the ride, and pulled off, and onto a primitive gravel road. after a few more short miles, the car finally came to a stop, and I saw the moon light in the overcast sky and felt the crisp air. My master hoisted me from the trunk and positioned me over his shoulder, and

I could briefly see a nice looking home surrounded by trees and privacy walls.

Whoever my master was, he must have some money to own a place like this, the neighboring houses looked grand too. "Welcome to your new home for the next few hours", the man said as he opened the locks on the front door. I was surprised it was all clean and fancy it was on the inside. He moved me into a side room, what looked like a room near his garage.

My master slid the rug in the center of the room aside with one foot, and gently set me next to it. He opened a door in the floor that I couldn't even see the edge's of, it was crafted so well. I shuddered a bit as he stepped down into the cubby hole, and cradled me gently and lowered me to the floor into the darkness. Although dark I could tell it was a crawl space turned into a storage room. he attached my collar and he began to climb out and said down to me "Don't want my missus to hear you, so be a good gagged slave and stay hear a minute, We'll get down to business once I know she's asleep.

I shuddered as the door swung closed, locking me in my new prison cell. I struggled for a while, moaned through my gag too. I tried to listen for him or anyone else in this house, but the walls must have been thick or the house lay quiet. He returned with my bag, and used an assortment of wands, vibrators, and other toys on me. He would also switch my gags and bondage position: hogtie, frogtie, crosscross tie, normal tie, and many more. I was loving every second, he was rough with me at times, but never hurt me, just very assertive when man-handling me. I was enjoying every second, the thrill of his kidnapping, secrecy, and being in a home with other residents, all the more exciting for a girl like me.

His phone alarm went off, which means the three hour session he paid for was up. He didn't fuss and asked if i wanted to be untied now, or at the drop off location. I shrugged and let him choose through an array of yes and no questions he had to ask me (still heavily gagged). He decided to slip a wand against my crotch and tie it down before once again carrying me to his car. I was ceremoniously placed in the trunk and the journey home began. Once we arrived at the dimly-lit parking lot, he untied me, thanked for my services, said he "book me again" and drove off. I never could get a read on his emotions, or why he went through so much for this, but I didn't mind, it was a win-win for me either way.