This happened in March of 2018, some details may be a little off but this is 100% true. Describing myself, I'm 6 ft 4, lean build, heavily tattooed, with dark brown hair at the time cut short but messy at the time.
I was on my way towards her hotel, heart racing a mile a minute, butterflies in my stomach palms sweaty, so anxious yet extremely excited. Was this really going to happen?
I discovered that I had a bondage fetish relatively young. I saw my first video of a woman being tied up when I was in high school (I remember it being Amber Michaels as a secretary forcefully being bound) but I discovered pictures way earlier. Seeing women trussed up, exposed, helpless and gagged turns me on more than anything, but as time went on and I got a little older, I really started to wonder what it would be like to be the one tied up, totally helpless at the mercy of a leather clad goddess or a naughty girl.
Now it was finally going to happen and my nerves were on high alert. Me and her had been exchanging emails for a few days now it was time for the experience.
Pulling up to her hotel I called her as instructed, my voice shaky, mouth dry, legs quivering, the ring was cut off by her voice...
"Hello"
"H-hey mistress Carissa? I'm, uh... outside, sorry I'm a few minutes early"
"No problem at all I'm in room 226"
I felt weak in my legs as I walked up the stairs to her door, knocking timidly, the door opened, she stood behind the door so I could only see her face, she smiled at let me in closing the door behind us.
I could see on in front of me at the opposite side of the room a mountain of black rope piled on the bed. I gulped, body shaking knowing it was all for me. I turned her way, my breath taken away. There she was, Carissa Montgomery, bondage model/porn star, decked out in a dominatrix get up, six-inch platform heels, fishnet stockings, PVC panties, and a PVC bra that barely contained her giant breasts. I was speechless......
She sat me down on the couch and we talked. She couldn't have been friendlier and disarming, breaking the ice with small talk before winding up to hear the details of what I wanted. Even though I was still shaking and scared to look at her she had me explain to her what I wanted out of this get together. What I wanted more than anything was to be tied up and gagged, with a lot of rope. I wanted to try a couple gags, and one main position, but I also wanted to experiment.
One major detail was important; I wanted my hands kept tied behind my back, to me behind the back looks and feels the hottest and leaves you the most helpless. Above the head and in front positions don’t cut it for me. I love the way having your hands restrained behind you tightens your body and enhances your form, I love the way it looks on women and having attempted some easily escapable self-bondage I like the way I look in it. She smiled and couldn't have agreed more.
"I'm not a fan of arms folded or tied in front, I don’t feel like it'll be as much fun" I said
"Of course not" she said with a mischievous grin, almost as if it was what she wanted to hear.
We went over safe words and a safe signal since I would be gagged, ensuring my safety before the session began.
She led me to the bed and set up her camera (I asked if it could be filmed). I couldn't stop staring her butt, Carissa is primarily known for her bust but the tight PVC wedged in her crack with the fishnet stockings was really doing it for me. Completing her set up she turned off her charming pleasant personality and turned into the professional dominatrix I was there to see.
Closing the gap between us, almost pressed up against me, her eyes locked in mine, her heels making her only an inch or two shorter than me, with a stern voice she said,
"You're mine now to do what I want with, you'll be stripped down, tied up, helpless, with nothing you can do about it, tied up for my pleasure because I don’t care about what you want, now take off your clothes!"
My heart raced, I couldn't believe this was happening. First my shirt came off, then I shakily unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall leaving me in my socks and skin-tight briefs. I looked up at her bashfully,
"Do you want to take off everything?"
"Yup, I want you completely naked, unless you have weird feet then leave your socks on" she said jokingly.
I did as she told me, feeling extremely vulnerable but with a sense of eager anticipation. She eyed me up and down, reached over to her pile of rope and grabbed a bundle, scanning my body she said "I think I'll start with your chest, keep your arms at your side but kind of behind you"
Obliged to do so I kept my arms pinned to my sides, hands kind of on my ass as she started wrapping rope around my upper torso, I was following her movements with my eyes, watching her go from standing in front of me to standing behind me, the ropes compressing my chest, tightening, pinning my arms to my sides.
"I'm gonna run a rope from your chest, down between your legs and up your ass to your back... keep you honest" she eyed me with a smile, "not that you'll be in any position to try anything since you're not gonna be able to move" she added with a giggle. The rope felt incredible, I was becoming more and more vulnerable, happily sinking into it.
"Think I'll do your hands now" she uttered like a thought out loud, bending over the bed to grab another coil of rope, her ass looking so sexy. She stepped behind and grabbed my wrists. My breathing became heavier as she started wrapping the rope around my wrists, I tilted my head back in ecstasy as she tightened the rope, my hands now tightly tied behind my back I became hard, lost in the moment
"That feel alright?" Asked Carissa
"Feels really good" I replied
"Good"
She finished tying and I tested the bonds, they wouldn't budge and being a pro, she had the knots far from my prying fingers. Not that I'd even want to get free...... I wanted to be tied tighter, little did I realize how helpless I was to become.
"I think your mouth has been uncovered for a little too long, think you need a gag."
Striding over to a dresser she opened the drawer and pulled out a pink thong and a roll of binder tape (same color as duct tape just not as sticky so it won't pull out hairs). She balled the thong up and held it up to my lips
"Do you want my dirty panties in your mouth?"
"I do " I responded
"Good cause it really didn't matter if you didn't, open up"
She shoved the thong in my mouth and grabbed the tape,
"In case you get second thoughts and want to spit them out" tearing off a piece she planted it over my lips along with two more strips. She kissed the tape over my lips and pressed herself against me then led me to the bed and had me sit.
"Weld those legs together" she commanded with a smile while tying my thighs together and cinching the rope, she did the same thing to my ankles rendering my legs immobile. The tape on my lips was starting to peel off so she grabbed the roll of tape. She pressed her forehead against my head so she was seductively whispering in my ear...
"Mmm, is that tight?"
"Mmm hmmm" was all I could get out.
"Ooo, yeah like you can barely move?
I once again gave her a muffled affirmation.
"Perfect"
Her incredible body was so close to me, but considering how tight I was tied she might as well have been a state over, because there was no way I would be able to get my hands on her.
She wrapped the tape around my head and mouth multiple times before tearing it off.
"There we go" she kissed me again and said "lay down"
I at first tried to move sluggishly.
"NOW!!!" She shouted, followed by immediate giggling.
Only another bondage lover can appreciate the sensation of falling over onto your stomach with your arms bound behind your back, the helpless feeling of ecstasy, feeling my muscles tighten with the constricting rope restraining me, knowing it was only going to get stricter made my heart hammer away like a woodpecker in my chest. The feeling of her eyes looking over my bound body gave me goosebumps, hoping that she liked what she saw.
She draped her leg over my arms and laid down, pressing herself against me, caressing my back and arms, my gag was taped so tight I could barely turn my head to look at her.
"You were getting such easy treatment I felt I had to step it up a notch..... mmmmmmm, yeah, Something’s got to give here and I think it's a nice tight hogtie "
Snatching more rope, leaving just one or two more bundles left she starting attaching it to my ankles and pulled my legs toward my ass. It was at that moment that I felt just how truly tight all that rope on me became, the crotch rope tightening, ropes on my legs digging in
"Mmmmmppphhhh" I moaned into my gag
"Can you handle it?" she asked tenderly
"Mmmhmmmm" was all I could utter so she brought my legs up further and attached the rope to the harness around my torso and started tying it around my wrists. She pulled hard and knotted it off as I moaned again, she giggled and said "Don’t worry we can change it out if we have to, its gonna become too much to handle in a little bit, I didn't want you coming here to be put in pussy bondage, for some people yeah but not for you"
Completing my hogtie she laid down next me, pressing herself against me, checking her knots and caressing my back
"Oooooohhhh, look at you" she said seductively, "we both worked up a sweat"
With that she stood up and I finally got to strain against my ropes.
"Roll around, it's what I like to see" she added
There I laid, arms pinned, wrists tied tightly behind my back, legs welded together, finished off with rope leaving me in a stringent hogtie, every muscle in my arms, back, ass and legs tight and flexing, panties tapped in mouth keeping me from uttering any word of protest.
I tried struggling and initially couldn't budge, but I eventually was able to roll around, even though my ropes would never yield she strode around me as I rolled on to my side to stare at her butt as she bent over to grab something. I rolled back over into my stomach, my whole body tense, in love with the sensation of being so tightly tied up, my session was far from over but in that moment, all I could think about was how hot my predicament was......