I guess I should have seen this coming. I mean, I shouldn’t act surprised. I knew the occupational hazards. I knew the risks. It wasn’t like I was going to get out of this situation easily. No one can prepare you for when things go south, so the best thing to do is remain calm and be practical. Let’s go back a bit, maybe add some context and detail, so we can shed some light on just what happened.

As per usual, it was time to browse the website I work with, see what was happening, and more specifically, see if my inbox had any new messages. I usually check my inbox once every other day, the closer to the weekends is when I check a bit more frequently. Most of the time I'll get anywhere between 1-10 messages. The more the better because I can shift through the messages until I find a request or individual that is worth my time and effort. Plus, most messages are filled with the most unreasonable horndogs on the planet. 

From message to message, I browse looking for something or someone that seems fun or interesting enough. I charged based on my time and what is being asked of me. The more touchy or kinky, the more I’ll ask for. My prices are fair and if people even try to dispute, I shoot them down forever. I don’t have time for people who are being difficult. Paid bondage is a hobby that I have to take seriously, for my own sake, as well as for dealing with this economy. It’s made me even consider things like Patreon with my DA community, a way for them to get in on the action, at least in a digital sense.

My wallet and finances aside. I’m not a big fan of wasting time. I hate doing paid bondage if it’s not going to be worth it. Sometimes the dom ties me too tight and it becomes more uncomfortable than pleasurable. Sometimes the dom has no idea what they are doing and the restraints are lame or flimsy. Maybe I’m a bit spoiled, but when people request my presence and body, I vet them heavily to ensure that my time and effort is being respected. I’d say my ratio of good to bad bondage sessions is like 4:1.

Sorry, am I complaining too much? I never get a chance to complain on the job because either my mouth is taped shut or I’ve been chewing on a large ball gag for god knows how long. No one wants to let the pretty girl talk, just tie her up and have some fun. Maybe I’m being a bit cynical, but I get really tilted when a session goes wrong or my trust in a client goes to zero. I also can be quite chatty when I’m gagged. Did you know that I write all my stories while gagged? Most people like to sound out or read aloud while they work, but I find being hushed helps me focus, plus it's hot and helps me remember the details better. There have been times where I have almost answered the door while still being gagged, it’s kinda a weird way to live but it brings me comfort, sue me.

Alright, side tangent over, back to the story.

I was slowly running out of messages, not seeing anything that seemed worth doing. Like a scene out of a movie, the last message was the one that caught my eye. It was a much older man than me, asking for me to be part of a complex and exciting bondage roleplay. He requested that it would be a staged burglary in which the robbers would take me to their hideout as an extra prize. I would be at his home, where I would pretend to be the owner. He and his friend would pose as burglars and ‘break in’. They would sneak up on me and together, tie me up and gag me. Once I was fully captured they would load me into a van and take me to a lake house about a 40 min drive north. They would then keep me on display, watch me struggle, fondle me, the usual. 

It wasn’t a bad plan. I did have a few reservations about it though. Firstly, I am a horrible actress. I’m good at it when I’m already bound and gagged because all I have to do is struggle and moan/whine through my gag. Secondly, I wasn’t used to having multiple doms at once. It’s not really a bad thing, but I always have a weird feeling, like I feel extra nervous for some reason. What I find funny is that I have no issue with multiple subs.

I decided to respond to the main man messaging me and get a conversation started. Another huge pet peeve I have with this side hobby is people's response times. I can’t stand trying to schedule something or have a discussion when the other person is so inconsistent. I don’t want to leave them on read too long and lose a good opportunity but I also don’t like waiting around to see if this person is going to follow through. Luckily, this guy was somewhat decent in terms of getting back to me. 

For story's sake, we are going to call him Bob. Bob was a man’s man, drove a motorcycle and was very insistent that I call him ‘Daddy’ or ‘Sir’. I don’t mind appealing to people’s power fantasies but he was so insistent on it. Like for example, he demanded that anytime I referred to him, it had to be a capital You or Sir. It was a bit weird but at least this guy knew what he wanted and was vocal enough to work with. Our conversation and planning was going good, up until a point where he asked for oral sex. 

I make it very clear that I am a bondage model. I offer my body as a canvas for bondage activities and not for sexual practices. I’ve gotten a lot of questions about the in’s and out’s of this hobby, so I felt like some details would help paint a better picture. Him asking for oral was not something that surprised me and was actually something that has occurred often. People simply don’t read my profile description closely enough and even then some people will just try and push their luck and see if they are gonna get lucky. If the person has the courtesy to ask deep into a conversation, I return the courtesy by reminding them about what I offer. Very rarely, this will result in the individual becoming uninterested and it dies there. 

Luckily for me, he, like most people who reached out to me, was understanding and decided that maybe it could be saved for another time or with another model. I love their optimism that I’m suddenly going to change my stances down the road for them, knowing full well I won’t. That aside, we continued hashing out details and scheduling things out. Towards the end of our conversation, Bob asked a peculiar question that I wasn’t expecting. The message read: “Hey, I don’t know how possible this is yet, but would you care if his or my girlfriend like joined in?” I sat back on my couch, laptop heating my lap while I read that message. A couple of thoughts ran through my mind and before I made a hasty decision I messaged him back, “Hmm, let me think about it. I’ve got to shower, I’ll let you know once I’m done.

I really did need to shower. I check my messages when I get back from the gym. I wake up, clean up, go to work, workout, and then relax the rest of the afternoon/evening. It’s a nice little schedule I keep for myself. I was still a bit sweaty and in my gym clothes. I decided to have a little meditation shower while I considered his odd request. I’ve realized during my time in bondage, that I think better and focus more. I bought some leather cuffs attached to suction cups which can be attached to the wall in my shower. I usually place them above me so my hands and arms and pinned above my hand, like I’m some harem slave. I throw on a large 2 inch red ball gag, strip naked, turn on the shower, and get myself into the cuffs.

I try not to take long showers. Maybe 30 min max. I needed the time to really concentrate and focus on my options. These guys seemed nice and put together but changing things up or adding too many people to the equation could cause some headache. I try really hard to avoid couples. If I get caught by my doms SO, I feel like things could go wrong really quickly. I decided I'd ask some more and see if I could make a decision based on what he said. I undid by gag and bondage and actually cleaned myself up. Upon putting my PJ’s on, I returned to my computer and tried to see what kind of answers I would get. 

Bob wasn’t giving me much. He basically said that his and his friends' girls were curious about bondage and wanted to try it out. I thought that this setting might not be the best introduction and should be more of a private thing for them. He insisted that they thought it would be fun as a group. I figured since the girls were aware about this bondage session, they wouldn't be mad at me. I ended up agreeing to their request and planning our next stage of the plan.

We agreed to meet a few days later in the evening. I was asked to wear a sort of housewife outfit. Skinny jeans with a really tight magenta sweater. This sweater had a boob window and was definitely showing off the curves and my DD breasts. I added some black strapped high heel stilettos to really seal the deal. I wore some basic makeup, rosie cheeks, black eyeliner, some red eye shadow, and some crimson red gloss. We agreed I’d drive to their place and park in the garage. I’d close the garage door and enter the home and make my way to the living room. I would stand and stare at the Tv left on for me while they crept up from behind. Seems simple enough. I made my way to their neighborhood and found the address. As expected, the garage door was wide open and with a white van parked on the left side, closer to the door to the house. I parked right of it and got out of my car. I placed my belongings in my purse and made my way to the door to the house. I took one last look at the outside world before closing the door and entering the home. 

I laid my purse on the counter as I walked in. It appeared the door entered into the kitchen. I walked forward and found myself in the living room. I did as I was instructed and stood in the center, my back to the open-concept kitchen and facing the TV. It was playing some sitcom, basically a random channel they threw on. The noise from the Tv was just loud enough to drown out my cries for help when they grabbed me. Maybe they weren't just some horny guys, maybe they knew what they were doing. 

I could hear them behind me. I guess I wasn’t focusing on the show after all. I didn’t turn around to face them, though I could tell they were getting closer. I felt nervous for some reason, like I actually thought I was about to be abducted in the classical fashion for once. And just like that, A large pair of arms wrapped around me. One arm pulls my wrists back and pins them behind my back, the other places itself firmly across my mouth, providing a temporary handgag. I began to thrash and call for help as the other man, now in front of me, wearing all black clothing and a skin mask, began winding tape around my ankles, legs, and thighs.

They used what looked like duct tape, but it didn't have that same feeling and sound as duct tape. It sounded almost vinyl, and they wrapped it around me a lot more than duct tape. It was still quite firm, but for some reason, just a bit more comfortable. The man taping me moved behind me, wrapping my wrists together so the other man no longer had to restrain me. I was still struggling, trying to break free but the man holding me was just bigger and stronger. With my hands taped, the man moved his free arm around my chest, pulling me back into his chest so he could hold me still. 

The man taping me put down the tape and reached into his pocket, pulling out a wad of fabric. It almost looked like the same material as granny panties. Regardless of what it was, the man ordered me to open my mouth once the other man released his hand from my mouth. I protested and denied their attempts, until the man in front of me grabbed my nose, forcing me to open my mouth for air, and just as I did, he shoved the material into my mouth. It filled my mouth to the most capacity, barling sticking out beyond my lips. The men then took the same tape and began wrapping it around my mouth. Layer after layer of the tape covered my mouth and cheeks, they had it go from the bottom of my chin to just under my nose. Once I was property shut up, they held me still while the man with the tape began wrapping it over and under my chest, ensuring my arms were taped to my back and pinned. They wrapped near my stomach as well, pinning my wrists down too. 

The men laid me down on the living room floor, putting their leftover tape in their backpacks. They then positioned themselves around me, one of them at my feet and the other at my head. They flipped me around to my back before they both lifted me up and began to move me. I still tried to thrash and struggle, but it was no use. They began walking me back towards the garage and once inside, they opened th white van’s side doors, before carefully placing me inside. 

The white van had no windows on its sides, but it did have windows on the back doors. It had no connection to the drivers seats either. Completely isolating the cargo from the drivers. The men propped me up against the wall opposite of the side doors, before sliding the doors closed and making their way to the front. I tried calling for help but the gag was decent at keeping me quiet. I considered trying to stand up and look out the window for help but the safety risks were high. I decided to see if I could rub against the floor or wall and see if I could loosen the tape binding me.

The van started and the garage door opened, slowly, we back out into the evening sky. Once the van had pulled out of the driveway, we were off. The sound of the engine and driving muffled my cries for help even more. I still attempted to find a way to break free but I was not making any progress. Whenever the van stopped, I would cry out through my gag for help, knowing that wasn’t going to work. It was an odd thought, thinking about how many cars and drivers were nearby, unaware of what was going on inside the van. Each time the light turned green, my hope died a little as the journey continued. It had only been 20 minutes before we pulled into what must have been another neighborhood. I could tell vaguely from the back door windows. There was no way we made it to the lake house, so where were we?

The van stopped but the ignition was still on. I heard one of the doors open and close and then nothing. I called out to see if the driver or passenger would answer me, but nothing. I started to worry. Before I could go into a freak out, the side doors slid open and one of the masked men was standing with two girls. Both had their hands tied behind their back with rope, strips of tape over their mouth, and blindfolds keeping them from seeing anything. They were both wearing club dresses and heels, all black. One girl had short black hair, the other blonde. Both were white in skin color, kinda tan like me. The girls were escorted into the van and the masked men shoved my legs, telling me to curl them up towards my chest, probably to make room for them to pass by. The girls were loaded in and placed towards the back of the van. The masked man who loaded them tied the ankles with more rope before exiting the van and closing the door once again. 

The girls didn’t seem worried or concerned. They were leaning on each other's shoulders, giggling and almost yapping through their gags. Those blindfolds look flimsy and their gags probably had no stuffing. The drive continued once again, this time three of us in the back. The girls seemed to wiggle and squirm a little, maybe to get comfortable or get free? I couldn't take my eyes off of them and then it dawned on me, why wasn’t I blindfolded? Maybe my kidnappers forgot? But surely when they loaded the two girls they would have noticed then that I could see. I guess they didn’t care if I saw. The drive continued for 20 more minutes before we began to slow down. The roads had more turns and bends than before, so we were close to our destination. The van stopped, this time turning off the ignition. The van doors opened and the masked man went back to grab the girls. He first carried one of them and threw her over his shoulder. She wailed and giggled as her man walked her towards the bakehouse and through the door. The second girl waited patiently as the other man entered and began grabbing her. Right as he stood her up to begin carrying her, her blindfold slipped and she was facing me. Her eyes widened and she started to make a confused “Hmm?” sound through her taped mouth. Her confused protest and gag-talk grew louder as her man carried her away just like the first girl, leaving me all alone once again.

The men eventually returned for me after what felt like a few minutes. In that time I had considered scotting out of the van and hopping my way to freedom, but trying to bunny hop all tied up in an unfamiliar place at night was not the best option. They pulled me out of the van and once again, duel carried me away towards the house. Once we entered, I shifted by head left and right to see where the girls had been taken, There appeared to be no sign of either. The men took me to a side room and placed me on a bed, once inside, they closed the door, locking me inside.

I let out an exhausted exhale through my nose while I laid staring at the ceiling. “What on earth is going on?” Suddenly, one of the girls, the short black hair one, busted through the door and found me. She was unrestrained and ungagged, meaning she was now completely free. She placed herself near the edge of the bed and turned, yelling at one of the men to explain who I was. Bob, the main man I had been messaging, comes inside with his mask removed to calm down his girl and explain things. Their argument got very heated, with Bon explaining I was hired to add to the fun while his girlfriend was convinced he had either legit kidnapped someone or was cheating on her. What really annoyed me, was that I was sitting there, still heavily gagged, and neither thought to untie me or ungag me so I could explain my side of the story. Nope. They both just argued over me while I remained captive. 

I couldn’t believe this was happening, especially considering how I had anticipated this and was worried it may happen. I was completely helpless and now I was stuck in this awkward and uncomfortable situation. The girl, now a bit hysterical, was now fully convinced that I was the victim of a kidnapping by her boyfriend and now she was an accomplice. Technically she was playfully kidnapped too but she wasn’t going to remove my gag to hear any of that. The other couple had now come over and of course, the other girl started to freak out and get angry.

Everyone was arguing about the whole situation, and yet here I am, being both the center of attention and ignored completely at the same time. I began yelling through my gag, in an attempt to get them to pay attention and release me. The girls stormed off, telling their men to “deal with it”. The men both propped me up and began cutting the tape. Once I had been freed, I undid my own gag while the men had offered to take me home. I agreed as this whole date had gone up in smoke. I entered the passenger seat of the van while Bob took me back to his home so I could retrieve my purse and car. I was a bit angry too. I could tell Bob and his friend were upset and embarrassed, but they had to know this plan of theirs to include me secretly would not work the way they'd hoped. The car ride back to his house was quiet. I was angry not only because they totally lied about including the girls in on the plan, but that such a fun date was ruined. Getting psyched up and dressed up takes a lot of time and energy and I hate that I feel like it was just wasted. 

The date ended as expected. I was dropped off, allowed to retrieve my belongings and went home. I’m sorry if this story isn't all hot and exciting as most are, but I felt like it was my duty to highlight the lows of this hobby. I don’t plan to reschedule or try again with those men, nor do I intend to refund them. I actually offered but they never responded, so I guess I got paid in full despite how things turned out. At the end of the day a lesson was learned, if you still aren't 100% sure, triple check everythings in order before proceeding.