Johanna took a deep breath before knocking on the door of the house in front of her. Dressed in a plum turtleneck sweater, brown leather skirt, stockings, and black lace up knee high boots with chunky soles, she was well dressed against the early October weather but she still shivered in anticipation as she heard footsteps on the other side of the door.

She had heard about this guy two weeks ago, when a passing conversation about a guy who tied up girls as a side gig caught her attention and she very shyly asked the two girls talking about it for more information. One had passed her a piece of paper with a phone number and name on it and now she stood at David’s door in the middle of the afternoon to be tied up. 

She’d been interested in bondage as a teen but wasn’t willing to share her kinks with anyone else, and now if there was someone reliable and safe that she could trust to tie her up, it would be like winning the jackpot for her. She had hesitantly reached out to that number that night, her heart hammering in her chest as she typed out an introductory message and asking if this was the right number for someone who tied up girls. 

Johanna didn’t get a reply until the next morning and the conversation flowed from there. She didn’t want to look too desperate, but at the same time she was practically begging for this man to tie her up and make her helpless to fulfil her dreams. The night he agreed to a meeting, she had handcuffed herself and brought herself to an orgasm with her vibrator in ecstasy. 

She took a deep breath as the door opened and a man in his mid thirties stood in the door, dressed casually in a polo, jeans, and runners. “Hey Johanna!” He greeted her brightly. “Looking fantastic, nice to finally meet you.”

He offered his hand and she shook it before entering, idly wondering to herself if the neighbours had been watching and what they might think of girls constantly coming and going from his house. The house was neat and tidy, but she didn’t get much of a look as she was led downstairs into the finished basement. Passing through one of the doors, she entered what was practically a homemade dungeon. Soft spongy tiles covered the floor and some lights were set up off to one side like a photography studio. On the other side of the room were benches and shelves and hooks, loaded with just about any bondage item she could think of. David chuckled as he saw her expression. “More than you’ve ever seen before I bet.”

Johanna nodded, not trusting herself to speak as she crossed the room, her boot heels sinking slightly into the floor as she inspected the leather armbinder, the large paddle, the myriad of gags hanging up in front of her. He even had a clothes rack with various fetish clothes hanging on it. “For photoshoots.” David explained. “I do some modelling and things too, girls get tied up and photographed and some people really like the fetish wear, not that they can arrive in it.” 

Johanna ran her hand along a long red PVC dress before shaking her head. “Just my clothes today.” She said, turning to face David with almost newfound confidence. 

He was already piling coils of rope on the floor in the middle of the open space and indicated the space with a hand. “Be my guest.”

Johanna could feel her knees shaking a little, either from excitement or nervousness, as she walked into the middle of the room and presented her wrists behind her back palm to palm. “Now as a safeword, if you’re ever scared and need release say ‘bungalow’. If gagged, three straight grunts like a foghorn ok?” 

That reassured her even more and definitely was not something that she had thought about before coming here and Johanna nodded happily. “Please let’s begin.” She practically begged. 

David obliged almost immediately with a coil of white cotton rope which contrasted very nicely with her outfit she thought as she looked at the mirror on the opposite wall, allowing her to follow everything that David did. Her wrists were wrapped several times before he cinched and knotted off the binding and stepping back, allowing her to test her new restraints. Johanna struggled, immensely enjoying the feeling of how much she was restricted now by a simple binding and knew the ropes had been knotted off expertly out of reach of her flailing fingers. There was no chance she was going to get free until David decided she was going to be freed. That feeling of helplessness was then compounded tenfold when the next coil of rope went around her elbows, pulling them together until they were within an inch of each other before also being cinched and knotted. 

There was no way in hell she was getting out of those ropes. She thought to herself as she inspected herself in the mirror, admiring how her breasts now seemed larger as they were thrust into her turtleneck sweater. “How are you feeling?” David asked.

“Restricted.” Johanna giggled as she swung her bound arms around. “This feels better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

“Let’s make it better.” David said as he stepped forward with a longer piece of rope, which then turned into a chest harness that framed her thrust out breasts nicely. 

Johanna was rather proud of her C cup breasts, but now they looked D or larger with her shoulders pulled back by the ropes and surrounded by white rope. The harness also had the additional effect of pinning her arms against her sides and back, emphasized even more by another rope tied around her stomach, keeping her bound hand firmly planted against her butt. “Now, I think it’s time for you to be quiet before the neighbours start asking questions.” 

She turned around to watch as he went from gag to gag on the wall. “Something new for you….how about….this one.” 

He picked up a harness panelgag, allowing her to see the red ball on the inside of the panel that was now destined for her mouth. She’d always wanted to try one, so she eagerly opened her mouth to accept the rubber ball that filled her whole mouth and settled in behind her teeth. The panel mashed her lips against her teeth as well, but it was a small discomfort as the rest of the straps were buckled all around her head until the harness securely held the gag in place. “Mmmmmmmph.” She tried to speak and found it was incredibly muffling. 

“Perfect, always preferred my work in silence.” David snickered a little before gathering up more rope. 

The crotch rope was unexpected. Johanna had never been sure how to tie one onto herself and David soon showed her the correct way to do it as the rope was fed around her waist and between her legs before being yanked up and causing her to yelp. Her skirt was folded up as well to accommodate the new rope that basically divided it in two, and felt like it was dividing her in two as it pressed against her sensitive regions. Breathing heavily around her gag, she felt a little uncertain, but at the same time so turned on. Johanna’s head was still in the clouds as rope was added to her booted ankles, again at her boot tops, and then her knees and thighs to completely weld her into a single limb. 

After letting her struggle for a little bit, David gently helped her down to the floor for the final part of her requested bondage: the hogtie. However, instead of attaching her wrists to her ankles and letting her struggle like she had expected, her wrist ropes were instead tied to the ropes around her knees, causing her back to bow. Johanna grunted in discomfort as her knees were lifted off of the ground and she was forced to arch her back to accommodate her new bindings, glancing at David but he seemed to not be paying attention as he went to work with another length of rope, tying it to her booted ankles and pulling until they were tied to her chest harness putting her in a severe double rope hogtie. 

Now some of her enthusiasm for being tied up was being replaced with uncertainty as her body contorted and it was beginning to hurt. “Whhhrrr mmmm thhhhht.” She complained into her gag. 

“Almost done here Johanna.” David reassured her as he fetched two more items from the shelves. 

One item was tossed behind her, out of her view as she squirmed in the hogtie. The other was shown fully to her and revealed to be a leather hood with an opening for her neck, hair, and two tiny nose holes. There was no hole for her mouth or her eyes and that was too much for her. “MMMMMMPH MMMMMMMPH MMMMMMMPH!” She cried out, wanting to be released. 

But to her horror, David continued towards her with the hood. “Safewords won’t help you now sweet thing.” He told her, now very menacing looking as he towered over her, the hood held so it seemed like a black void coming for her face. 

“MMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!” Johanna cried out, shaking her head desperately and writhing in the ropes as she begged him to free her. “LMMMMMT MMMMM RRRRT!” 

He didn’t stop and Johanna switched from loud cries to soft begging whimpers. “Wrrrt, ppwwwwnmmm!” 

Despite the pleading and begging, her wide puppy dog eyes had no effect as they were soon swallowed up by the darkness of the hood. The smell of leather became overwhelming as everything turned black, panic overcoming her for a moment until the nose holes were lined up and she could breathe through her nose again, as restricted as it was. Her ponytail was pulled through the hole in the hood, and then it was laced tight enough to be a second skin against her face and pushing the buckles of the harness gag uncomfortably into her head. 

Johanna sobbed in the darkness, muffled blubbering emerging from behind her gag as she begged to be let out of the bondage that was no longer turning her on and instead becoming a source of pain and panic. She was ignored though, and soon she felt David walk away, leaving her alone in her misery. 

Johanna had no idea how much time had passed, she’d been left suffering on the spongey floor for some time before she could hear some footsteps coming down the stairs through the open door, what sounded like two sets. “Happy birthday babe.” 

Those three faint words from David made her freeze, her struggling coming to a halt as she strained to her what she could through the hood. She couldn’t make out the reply, but it was several seconds before she heard David’s voice again. “Your present is right through here.” 

Johanna sobbed as she heard the click of heels approaching the dungeon, realizing she had been set up to be a birthday present for David’s special someone. And now not sure when she would ever be freed from her bondage.