recently, I wrote a story regarding a recent business venture I have been 'employed' at. A simple kink service where people can ask to tie someone up or be the one tried up. You can request roleplays, kidnappings, and many more themese based on what kind of person you are.
Many people have many tastes and can browse for whom they think would be perfect for a kinky date. I tend to browse my inbox and see if anyone stumbled into my page and messaged or requested me. Most of the time I'll het one or two older gentlemen who either don't know what they want on account of their inexperience, or are too vague. Regardless of what I see, I always give everyone a fair shot before I make any real decision.
Recently, I checked my inbox and found a request from a member who I had seen on the site, but was very set in their ways. This member was. female, an older women in her early 50's who was very big on domination, and mainly browsed for male subs. She had messaged me and before I even opened it, I assumed it was going to be a simple message or a mistake. When I opened the message, it came with a request to do a kinky date. The message read as follows:
"Hello there, I am looking for a fine young beauty to serve me for the weekend. I have a dinner party coming up and I would very much enjoy some company, pleasure, and relief. Though you are not what I tend to go for, I am in the mood to change things up and have you as my property for some time. If you are interested or want to hear more, simply reply and we can talk more."
She was talking like some rich high-society women or a LARPer. It peaked my interest and I always give people a chance so I replied and we got talking. Basically, this women was actually quite rich, and was very known in the bondage world in the city I live in, or at least it seemed that way. She wanted to have me serve as a pet or slave or maid in bondage for the weekend as all of her other subs were busy or unavailable. I asked if she thought I was boyish but she said she chose me because she thought having a femboy at the part may be distracting to some guests, but a women is acceptable eye candy to all.
I decided to meet her for coffee to see her in person because they way she chatted was too much for me at times. When we met she was very sweet and polite, she was probably like this because we were in public and she couldn't be the strong dom she normally was. When we sat down she laid out the ground work. I would meet a driver at a specific location, driver would bind and gag me and bring me to her home. She would then keep me as a bondage slave for two days in order to enjoy herself and use me as stress relief while preparing and dealing with her house-party. I agreed as long as the driver was background checked by the website and I could bring some belongings in order to be tracked.
She was a popular member of the community and website so the Admin had no problem with her request and signed off as an official two-day kinky date. She gave me a list of things I may want to bring and a list of things I would not need. I packed accordingly and when the day came, I prepared myself and outfit.
She didn't give me much information about what to wear to her home or the pickup spot other than, something sleek and form fitting. I wore black wet-look nylon pantyhose with a tight white shoulderless sweater on top. It showed a fair amount of cleavage but I balanced it out with some cute black booties and a purse to keep my phone. I asked if I needed to bring any bondage material but the women who we will know call "Mistress" said I would have no need.
I arrived at the spot at around 7pm. It was a relatively empty parking garage near a small shopping center near where I live. It was only a short Uber away. I was instructed to meet on the 4th floor, which looked to be somewhere in the middle. There would be a black van with a man in a white hat standing beside it, I would go to him, show him my profile on my phone and he would take care of the rest.
As I walked up the stairs of the parking garage I felt my stomach drop. I was nervous and excited about how this was all going to play out. When I reached the 4th floor, it was dark and there seemed to be no cars anywhere. I saw the black van at the far end with the white hat man leaning against it. I approached awkwardly and showed him my profile on my phone. He nodded his head and offered to take my purse after putting my phone in it. He opened the sliding door on the side of the van and placed my purse down while sliding a cardboard box to the edge of the door. He opened it, turned to me, and motioned me to turn around. I complied and let him do his thing.
He started off by grabbing my wrists, pulling them together and weaving rope around them. He looped the rope and cinched it tightly together. He pushed my elbows together and did the same. I was very nervous that someone or a car was going to show up and see us, so I kinda fidgeted a lot. This lead to him man-handling me and forcing me in place. He bound my chest with a harness going over and under my boobs, looping the rope over my shoulders and pulling tight. By now I had noticed the rope was white and surprising soft. He then did the same for my ankles, knees, and thighs. Once I was bound he spun me around holding a sponge. He pulled on my lower lip, seemingly ordering me to open up, and I did, allowing him to stuff the large sponge in my mouth. Once he stuffed my mouth, he applied several strips of some clear bondage tape over my mouth sealing the sponge. He then took a White piece of stretchy fabric and wrapped it tightly around my mouth creating a thick OTM gag.
He took a step back to admire and double check his work on me before grabbing me and lightly tossing me into the van. I noticed a large trunk in the van but was more concerned with the matter at hand. The man stepped in the van, started it up, and we began our way out of the parking garage. Once out of the parking garage, we made our way to the Mistresses home. I was a little confused as to what I should be doing in this position. Should I struggle? Call of help through my gag? I kinda spent most of the ride lightly struggling and quietly observing and thinking.
Eventually the man pulled over to the side of the road, He stepped out, and opened the side door of the van before stepping in the back with me and closing it. I briefly got a glimpse of the outside and it looked like a neighborhood with a lot of gated homes. The man shuffled past me, sliding me to the side while he reached for the large sturdy trunk. He opened the trunk and turned to me, my heart raced as I legit think this man was going to kidnap me or bury me or whatever. I began to struggle and he picked me up and place me inside the trunk, my eyes got wide as he slowly closed the trunk and clicked the latches shut. I could see through the cracks and the keyhole of the chest as the mans shadow exited and entered the vans driver seat.
We drove for only a two or three minutes before we stopped again. The man stepped out and a few seconds later the back doors flew open. Two voices of men I didn't recognize emerged as they talked about grabbing the trunk. Then, a familiar voice spoke informing the movers to be careful and explaining where the put the trunk once inside the home. For only a brief moment I could see the mistress walking alongside the trunk. Did she mean for this to happen? Do these men know what they are carrying inside this trunk? I felt a little calmer knowing the driver wasn't doing something shady. One of the men carrying me did ask why the trunk was so heavy to which the Mistress informed them that the material for the trunk was designed to be sturdy and strong. I was almost insulted but the trunk was probably heavy on its own, I'm only 110lb, which is healthy for my size, plus most of that weight went to my thighs and bust.
Regardless, the men unknowingly carried me up the stairs and down the hall of this very nice home. It felt like I was in a mansion. The Mistress asked that the trunk be placed at the end of the hall near the white bookshelf. The movers put me down and were on their way. I shifted around trying to see through the cracks but couldn't see much.
Suddenly, loud footsteps approached me with the Mistress saying "open the door and move her in quickly". I peeked out of the keyhole and saw the driver shift the bookshelf to reveal a hidden room, he then dragged the trunk I was inside of, into this secret room. Once the driver put me down, the Mistress command him to "open it." The sound of the latched came undone and soon the trunk was opened revealing me bound and gagged inside.
The Mistress asked the man to place me in the chair nearby and without pause the driver hoisted me out and carried me over to the chair. He placed me down and began to leave, he then slowly closed to the bookshelf, leaving me and the Mistress alone. I quickly began checking my surroundings, I noticed a bed with my purse laying on top of it, a cabinet in the opposite corner, and some boxes with what looked like rope and leather straps spilling out.
The Mistress grabbed my cheeks with her hand and slowly shifted my head around. She moved back and took a look at my restraints.
"My driver told me that he gave you quite the scare with this whole trunk charade" said the Mistress while she rubbed my shoulders from behind. "I had some people moving furniture and didn't know how I was going to get you inside undetected. I thought I'd have my moving people move one last box for me before they went home for the day, luckily they didn't have a clue." I adjusted in my seat, my bonds were a little more tight than usual. The mistress noticed my slight discomfort and asked if i'd like a change in restraint. I nodded my head in hopes that she wasn't just messing with me.
To my surprise she began untying me and letting stretch out a bit. She told me I was free to remove my gag on my own while she shifted through her boxes of what was most likely bondage supplies. I undid the cloth, peeling the tape, and finally spit out the sponge. The mistress directed me to a drawer near the bed, which was full of water and snacks. She also pointed me in the direction of a wardrobe to her left filled with clothes for the weekend. She requested I put on the pajamas stored for me.
She opened the door and said she'd return in 5 minutes, I was to change and be ready for new restraints. I removed my clothes and put on the PJ's left for me. They were these super cute baby blue wool hoodie and puffy shorts. They came with white ankle socks and were super soft and comfy. Not what I imagine a dom would dress me in but I didn't complain. I tried testing the bookshelf door but it would not budge, meaning it was locked from the outside. I wondered how the Mistress got out, but it must have been with a key or something.
The Mistress returned and order me to turn around, she placed a black leather collar with fur lining around my neck and slid my arms in the box-tie armbinder. She attached ankles cuffs with a 2 foot chain connecting them. She then ordered me to open wide as she placed a tight leather penis panel gag into my mouth. Luckily it wasn't long and choking me but it did fill my mouth enough to shut me up decently. Once I was all set, she tugged on the leash and said she'd give me the grand tour.
We moved through the house, winding through hallways, rooms, and staircases. She explained her furnishings, decorations, and things about the home. Can you imagine doing a house tour while dragging around a chained up and gagged girl? After the tour, she informed me that dinner would be waiting in my room by now and escorted me back. Once back in the secret room a silver platter and tray were on a newly placed wooden table. The Mistress removed my restraints and ordered me to eat, relax and sleep. She even wrote her WiFi password on a sheet of paper. and placed it on the tray with the food. She wished me goodnight, announced she was excited for me to be her property for the weekend and locked me in my room / jail.
As I ate (the food was just chicken pasta if you must know) I explored the room and noticed a small door next to the bookshelf door, I opened it to reveal a full bathroom with a shower and such. The door on the opposite end was locked of course, but I was relieved to have access to a toilet and shower. I also dug around in her bondage supplies to see if there was anything interesting, but it looked like just a lot of rope, tape, and leather. Nothing major or exotic. After playing on my phone and checking in with the website Admins, I drifted to sleep, wondering what weird and exciting time I would have as rich women's bondage slave...