Sometimes it’s beneficial to take risks. I would know. My paid hobby has certainly led to some crazy circumstances, many of which have either been fond memories, or painful recollections. If I choose to pursue my little paid hobby, I need to know as much as I can, to ensure my safety and guarantee my pleasure.

I’ve mentioned this before, but once you get good at something, or used to it, you really can tell the difference between a green and red flag. The red flags are luckily obvious and can be stopped right then and there, some show up later which is always a buzz kill. Nothing makes me more upset than a potential customer, only for them to have motives that just don't work for me. 

My point is, I know what I want and I know how to tell what's best for me. Which is why I accepted an invitation to have a bondage playdate over an hour drive away in a small town which is basically in the middle of nowhere. What can I say? I like the thrill.

Let me explain how this happened and then we will get into the good stuff. Firstly, I received a message on the site where I offer paid bondage. The message was normal, the guy was polite and seemed more interested in me than what I offered. At first, I thought he was trying to ask me to be his girlfriend, so I tried to steer him towards the whole kink website thing and see if he’d get to the point. He took the hint and started to explain his desires and how I might be the best fit. The conversation went on for a while and eventually we both agreed to plan something out.

Our conversations were very fun and I genuinely got good vibes from him. Now normally you are supposed to do meet ups in a public space, like a coffee shop or bar, but I always feel so awkward meeting people in those spaces just so we can talk about kink and our lives. Look I get that it’s a safety thing but I really try my best to avoid it. The site’s admin do get a little angry with me when they find out how often I skip the meeting portion but I’m a top earner now! Just let me do my thing and I promise both parties will be happy.

Anyway, the dom I was speaking with really did live in the middle of the woods, basically secluded from the world. For some reason, that didn’t bother me. Yes, the thought of him being an ax murderer or kidnapping me and making me disappear forever crossed my mind, but the guy willingly put down his address and signed the forms. So I just went with it. 

I always let my dom decide on my appearance, outfit, and behavior. I’m basically a doll they get to choose and do with as they please. Most of the time, doms don’t have much creativity and choose something ‘sexy’ or ‘hot’. I really enjoy the doms that know what they want and can give me specifics. I like shopping and trying new looks, but I need doms to give me that inspiration. 

Unfortunately, he was not too picky. He wanted leather pants and a white off the shoulder sweater. I asked about heels and he said any stilettos would work. I found a white wool weather suit that was kinda baggy and off the shoulder, combined with some high waisted black leather pants and black stiletto heels. I did my nails black to match the heels and did some really red almost vermillion lips and eye shadow coloring. Went for a smokey look in the eyes considering his outfit reminded me of like a sexy latina or something. I gave my hair some curls and felt all set.

We agreed this bondage playdate would last all day so I needed to bring some spare clothes and sneakers just in case. I packed my overnight bag with the items requested (made sure everything was cute and matched) and started my drive to him. Guy lives about an hour East of Dallas. Gave me plenty of time to think on the drive over. I’ll admit I am used to being kidnapped and transported by my dom that I always feel a little awkward driving to my dom. It’s a bizarre sort of feeling. I drive past cars and people, knowing they are all probably going somewhere for legit reasons, while I’m driving to a place where I can be tied up for several hours.

We chose a Friday morning during the winter months which I took PTO from work in order to make it. The idea of my coworkers wondering where I am, having no clue I've been captured in the middle of the woods is a thought I couldn’t resist. Before you go pointing fingers at me, I am very diligent in my professional career and I have so many PTO days rolled over from the years at this company. I deserve a little R&R and if that means being bound and gagged in the woods by a stranger then so be it!

I live alone and my family checks in on me every Monday so I knew nobody would be looking for me or know that I was missing for a day. As my drive continued, highways turned into small town roads, roads with a lot of farmland, and eventually dirt roads with a lot of trees. My destination was coming up, and I was quite curious how this was going to go. 

I pulled in between some trees, into a sizable property completely surrounded by trees. There was a large collection of old cars to my left, so I parked amongst them. I got out of the car and made my way towards the home in the center of the property. It wasn’t anything special, a house clearly built by the owner from scratch. To the right of the home was a large metal shed. The ground was dirty and full of divots, I thought I’d break an ankle walking on it in my heels. I got to the door and pulled my phone from my purse to text him that I arrived. For the sake of this Story, we are going to call him Red, on account of his hair color. 

I approached the door to his cabin, fixing my hair and getting myself in order. He approached the door, with much heavier footsteps than I anticipated. What I was greeted with was a larger man, a bit older than me, with long red hair. He was a bit on the rounder side but nothing unhealthy or concerning. I don’t really judge my dorm's appearance or standing so It doesn't concern me. He warmly greeted me and welcomed me to his home. His home was far nicer on the inside than the outside, offering wooden finishes and a cozy feel. We were standing in his living room/kitchen space when I entered and he ushered me towards a spare room on the right side of his home where we would get ‘set up’ if you will. 

He admired my outfit and the way I looked a lot. It was nice getting some validation and appreciation for the work I put into my appearance. Once we reached the spare room, there was nothing but blankets all over the floor, and stacks on stacks of bondage equipment. He mentioned being handy with wood and metal working, and that he made some contraptions and devices to be attached to if I wanted. We decided for now, we would stick to the main things we agreed to.

He offered to show me around the house and property and in a fun twist, we would do it while I was bound and gagged and he led me around with a collar and leash. I agreed as it was a nice day outside and I’d love to get some more exercise in. I switched from my heels to my white loafers as they would be easier to walk around in. I could tell he was a bit bummed that I was removing the heels but I promised he could put them back on me once we had concluded the tour.

Red had me place my arms behind my back, in a fixed horizontal position. He then slipped on a box-tie armbinder that he began pulling the straps and buckling them over my shoulders. He pulled it in tight so I couldn't slip out. He then took two more leather straps and tied them above and under my breasts, securing the armbinder and pinning my arms further. He was about to start strapping my legs together when he realized I needed to be able to walk and changed his plan. He first attached the collar to my neck, it was a standard black collar with a silver ring to attach the leash, his being a lite metal chain material. He then asked if I wanted to have some pleasure while we walked and I asked what he meant. He pulled out some rope and offered to attach a crotch rope. I nodded and he began tying. He was very gentlemanly about it, asking permission to touch me in those areas to tighten and secure the rope.

Once he finished, he was about to tug on my leash to get me to walk but I pulled back. “Slow down there cowboy!” I said with a smirk, “We are missing two steps, one was a mistake on your part, the other, is something I will allow you to do.” He seemed sincere and curious and asked what I meant. I looked at and said, “Firstly, you forgot to gag me! You can’t take me outside all tied up and not expect me to call for help! You gotta shut me up!” He laughed and released my leash moving over to a drawer with what looked like dozens of gags. While he was deciding on a gag for me, I mentioned the second thing saying, “Once you’ve gagged me, I won’t be able to talk so we will have to go with ‘yes’ or no’s okay?” He agreed with his back still to me. He turned around with two separate gags in his hands. One was a large red ballgag and the other was a black leather panel gag with straps all over. I was curious to try out the panel gag and chose that. As he was fidgeting with the gag I mentioned one last thing, “You’ve been a real pleasure so far, and you have caught me in a great mood. So I’m willing to give you a little extra for me.” He seemed very curious about what I had in mind. “I don’t normally offer this but I think it would be fun. If you want, you can pull my sweater down or take it off me completely.” At first he was confused by my proposal until he realized I would be half naked if he did so. I chose not to wear a bra as it ruins the off the shoulder vibe of the sweater. I offered him this wonderful gift for a few reasons. The first reason was because it wasn’t too cold outside and this sweater was keeping me hot and bothered. The second was because this man specifically requested the sweater and I was curious to see if he’d abandon his morals in favor of his carnal desires. Lastly I just knew I’d look smokin’ all exposed like that. 

It didn’t take Red long to loosen my restraints so he could pull the sweater down to my feet and remove it. I was a bit embarrassed with my boobs just out and about and asked him to reach into my bag to grab some cute pasties. He gets boobs, I get a little feeling of modesty (if that word even applies to this). He grabbed some black ‘X’ shaped pasties and applied them to my nipples and areolas firmly. It felt hot watching him basically fondle me with my arms bound. With my tits covered quite well, he returned to getting my gag attached which took some time but with the right straps and buckles that gag was in place and kept me quiet. The panel gag had a large cylinder type shape which filled my mouth as he pressed it in. Kinda like a penis gag without the texture or exact shaping. Regardless, the gag was doing its job. “Mmmrph” I said while testing this gag's effectiveness. “Don’t worry, no one’s close enough to hear you anyway” Red said, reaching for my leash.  

He picked up the leash again and began walking me towards the front door. I whimpered a little through my gag, realizing I’d be outdoors with my top half basically exposed. My exhibitionism has definitely become more abundent recently, but I have never gone this far before, especially with a stranger. He asked if I wanted to get my sweater but I stood strong in my decision, shook my head ‘no’ and marched onwards. We went through the door and back outside to the crisp early winter air. I would say the weather was about 60 degrees or so. I'm from the south, we don't get cold often.

He guided me from the porch to the stairs, allowing me a chance to watch my step and make it to the ground. My skin glowed in the late morning sun and the air felt nice on my hair that was till able to flow through the gag’s straps.  Switching to my cute shoes was smart, allowing me way more balance on this uneven terrain. We walked through the grass and dirt paths, showing me his fire pit, work shed, car workshop station, and where he collected firewood. It was a cute little property, and I shockingly felt calm despite how exposed I looked. Can you imagine tying up a half naked girl with DD breasts and taking her outside for a tour of your home? This dom must have felt like the king of the world for a minute.  

We concluded our tour right back in front of his home. As he was explaining how he came to possess the property and his recent home improvements, the last thing I expected to happen, happened. The sound of a car on the road near the entrance of his property was getting closer. See, Red lives on a singular road with a dead end at the far side, and he happens to live very close to that dead end. Cars every so often, get lost and sometimes go too far down this road, resulting in them using any of the nearby properties' entrances as a chance to make a U-turn. Red was quick on his feet and immediately grabbed me and pulled me close, turning himself around to face away from his house, towards the road, hiding me behind him. I’m a short and fit girl, so I knew I could hide behind him if necessary. He waited for the car to pass by, clearly they were lost and needed to turn around. Luckily they kept going, used someone else's entrance, and went back the way they came.

I was beet red. I have never been more nervous and embarrassed before. I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if they saw me. Would they think I was kidnapped? Would they think we were freaks and take pictures? Red was kind enough to rush me back up the stairs and indoors, avoiding any more close calls. He led me to his couch and took the leash off the collar before sitting me down. He ungagged me without me asking for it to ask if I was alright. I caught my breath and told him I was fine and appreciated his quick thinking and protection. We sat and talked about the experience for a little while. Keep in mind I was still half naked and restrained during this conversation. 

With our break out of the way, Red offered to tie me up more and gag me in a different way than the panel. I agreed and he led me back to the spare room. He untied me from the armbinder and gave me an opportunity to stretch. Once ready he had me place my arms in the same position as the armbinder but instead began wrapping black vet tape around them. Once secured, he began wrapping me up entirely in vet wrap. He used roll after roll, wrapping me up tighter and tighter. He reached my boobs and decided to wrap under them and then continue over them, keeping them exposed. I figured it made sense, might as well leave those out right? He sat me down against the wall, propping me up with pillows. Once I had sat down, all wrapped up, I realized the crotch rope was never removed and was still affecting me, giving me both pain and pleasure. Before I could complain about it, Red stuffed my mouth with a huge wad of socks from my bag and began wrapping clear bondage tape around my mouth. Now that I was gagged, he removed my collar and began continuing to wrap the tape over my shoulders, and very lightly around my neck before putting the collar back on. I thought that was the end of it, but he then took another roll of the vet tape and began wrapping it all around and under my mouth and chin. Now the tape ran from the top of my lips, to the tips of my toes, I was completely mummified.

It had been a while since I’d been mummified and to be honest, I really like it. The feeling of the tape squeezing my body together, squishing my thighs together, pushing my boobs upwards and hugging my face, keeping me quiet. I squirmed and rolled around, looking for a way to escape but it looked like I would have to first find a way to free my restrained wrists before I could claw my way out. Red took a second to admire his work and find spots he missed before placing more tape to patch those areas. I protested to him (in roleplay fashion) for fixing my bondage, and felt like he was cheating. “Mmmmph! Mmmm Mmmrphmmhfph!” I said through my layered tape gag. “Sorry girly, can’t be too careful, gotta make sure those boobies don’t get back outside, can’t let just anyone see ‘em” he said, finishing his tape work. He stood up and admired how stuck I was. “Well, take some time to relax, I’ve got some work around the house I’d like to take care of. Don’t go anywhere!” He began walking away towards the door, I ‘fake’ protested and squirmed but the door closed on me and I was left alone once again. 

“Rude!” I thought to myself. I couldn't believe that without even discussing it prior, he left me in an isolated bondage. How did that happen? Have I seriously been typecast as a girl that just gets locked away like a princess? Also, how did he leave a defenseless, exposed, girl all alone without even trying to take advantage of me?! Regardless, I’d be locked away again, go figure. I looked around the room for something sharp or a way to free myself, but this room was barren and all bondage gear was stored away on high shelves I couldn't reach. I tried to locate any scissors as well, but once again, they were most likely out of reach. 

I wanted to see if an escape attempt was possible just by hopping away. I don’t recommend hopping while bound as it is extremely tiring and can be a little dangerous. Considering my feet were completely wrapped up, I knew this was going to be a tricky operation, but still worth a try. I began wriggling and crawling around the room, trying to prop myself near a wall. Using the wall I would try and slide upwards to get on my feet. After several attempts and repositionings, I learned that what I was trying to do was just not gonna happen. As I laid face first on the ground, still struggling to find some slack in my mummification, the door opened with Red admiring my efforts. “If you wanted to watch me do yard work so badly, you should've just asked me!” He said, rotating me to my back and slowly picking me up. Red began by throwing me over his shoulder and moving back towards the kitchen. He sat me down on a chair and pulled out even more vet tape. This time he taped over my breasts, so they were completely covered. I figured he was gonna let me sit outside and enjoy the weather, but wanted me covered up in case anything happened. 

Despite my fear and cautiousness about what happened last time, I felt like being mummified was far less of a concern and because I was completely covered up, I would be fine. Once he finished wrapping me up some more, he moved me to a patio chair out front and let me experience some fresh air white he worked around his property. I felt like if I sat still enough, I could look like a Halloween decoration from a distance to any passerbys. I wriggled a little in my seat, I kinda gave up on escaping. I knew that I wasn’t going to escape my bonds, so I took a big exhale and relaxed in my chair. Who says bondage can’t be relaxing? Maybe I should hang around outdoors all tied up more often…

(I don’t know how to end this story lol, he released me an hour or so later and I went home cause he had some last minute plans he needed to attend to)