Recently a CD from the East Coast who goes by the name Olivia wrote me and shared a good story about the first time she got tied up by another person for real, way back in the late 90s. At first I doubted that the story really happened since it sounds like a scenario on my website with Star Nine! But after asking more questions, she shared more details including the name of the hotel as well as some other personal details. The ending is pretty dramatic but after reading everything she shared, I’m led to believe that this likely really did happen. It’s certainly the kind of experience that would leave a mark on one’s fantasies! I changed the text just a little for the blog but this is the basic story:
“I know we talked about all-night bondage before and how fantasy is always better than reality. Here’s the story about the time that I got overeager: I was in my 20s and starting to get a little bolder about bondage and crossdressing. I had an apartment and made friends with a woman who worked in a brothel; she was the person who answered the phones. I didn’t call her, but we met at a vanilla event and then we slowly revealed some of our interests to each other. I told her about my frustrations at not being able to tie my hands together during self bondage and how I was hoping to find someone to assist me. She told me she knew a woman who was a wanna-be Mistress who might be interested, but it would cost me $300. It was a little pricey, but I thought it would be worth it to see if it was something I wanted to keep doing or if it would just make me panic and freak out.
“I met the woman at a coffee shop, and we talked about my fantasy and my limits; she seemed very patient and understanding and I felt completely comfortable. We agreed to meet at a hotel, which felt like a safe neutral place to meet so we wouldn’t feel awkward since we were basically strangers. I got to the hotel, got ready and dressed up in the first dress I’d ever bought, a white polka dot Mrs. Cleaver style dress with Victoria’s Secret glossy tights. She showed up about thirty minutes late and appeared a little drunk. I could smell the alcohol on her. I asked if she wanted to reschedule, but she said she’d only had one drink at the bar downstairs before coming up, so I let it go.
“I told her I would start tying myself and that I would need her help with the wrists when I was almost done, and we agreed that I would be tied for about an hour or so. The safety signal was for me to snap my fingers since I was gagged. I had so much rope and I tied my ankles, thighs, waist, chest harness, and my arms above my elbows. She saw that I was struggling a bit, so she took over. She finished the chest and elbows and tied them a little tighter than I expected. I asked her to loosen them a little, but she just said, “You need to be gagged” and shoved a large pair of panties in my mouth, then wrapped duct tape several times around my head, making it very tight. She made sure my wig did not fall off. At this point I started to panic and tried to reach for the ropes, but she quickly grabbed my hands and tied my wrists very fast. I started to resist and she started to giggle and pushed me back onto the bed. She grabbed a rope and fastened my wrists to my ankles in a hogtie so I could hardly move. She stepped back and said “Voila, one bound and gagged damsel!”
“I tried to embrace the excitement of my tied predicament, but it was tighter than I had ever been tied before and she pulled out some mini liquor bottles from her purse and started to drink. “I hope you don’t mind, but I figured I might as well take advantage of being away from home,” as she guzzled down the vodka. Then a while later she just said, “Oh well, you’re boring, I’m going to the bar downstairs!” I started to panic so I struggled aggressively and tried to let her know I’d had enough. She just said, “Oh no!” Then she took the duct tape and wrapped my hands up like boxing gloves.
“I tried to protest but again she started giggling about my helpless situation. My heart sank as I heard her walk out of the room and close the door shut behind her. I was so stressed but as I lay there I got more excited. As the night progressed, I was afraid I was going to pee and wasn’t sure I could hold it much longer. Thankfully I didn’t pee but I ended up being there nearly all night and then our mutual friend came back at about 3:00 AM and untied me. The craziest thing was that she told me the woman had been in a DUI car accident and was in the hospital. If she hadn’t called the other lady, I would have been stuck there all night. It’s the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me, but it didn’t scare me off of doing bondage and I often think of that evening and have wanted to recreate it many times. As scary as it was, I’d do it again if I had the chance.”