An excerpt: He was taller and bigger than I was, I could feel him breathe down my neck. I was both confused and scared while pinned by his arm, I said 'I said I was sorry, did you want me to finish cleaning up?' He said, 'I already finished but now I want to deal with you.' I froze hoping he was kidding while wondering what he had in mind. He slowly but forcefully took one of my wrists behind my back, then started with the other when I yelled 'What are you doing...' Right into my ear he said 'Shhhhh, you don't want to get me angry do you?' I had confused thoughts about not just him but getting in trouble with the principal since they told us at the beginning of the semester not to use the showers at the end of the day. Before I could form a thought I felt and heard him wrap tape around my wrists. I opened my mouth to speak but he shoved a large bit gag in my mouth and wrapped it around my face buckling it in the back, I could barely make a sound. He then sat me down on the nearest bench, closed and tape tied my ankles before I could try to break free. He wrapped more tape around my thighs then upper body pinning my arms to my sides. He then leaned close telling me 'We're going to take a ride back to my place.' At this point I started to thrash, I fell on the floor, he then swung me onto my stomach and taped my ankles to my wrists pretty much immobilizing me. He walked over to the rolling bin and took some towels and a large tarp out. I realized what he was going to do but helpless I could only squirm while he picked me up and laid me down inside the cart. He then walked back to my locker, picked up the rest of my things and threw it in after me. He gave my butt a quick squeeze 'You're my little bitch now: before throwing the towels and tarp over me. I soon felt him turn the cart and roll me out of the locker room. Did I give in too easy? I wondered.  

Someone with good hygiene is a must but otherwise looks and size aren't important to me.   I do admit I love the idea of someone much older than me in control of me, bigger or shorter, it doesn't matter.  I like assertiveness and drive in a man as I need to resist a little, to be vulnerable to someone with control over me. I enjoy being someone elses plaything.  I don't need to be pleasured, only limits respected.  It's really about submitting to control, collar or no collar.  Things like groping, torment, teasing, orgasm control/denial, penetration okay but not into serious pain.   Compliments are ok but otherwise please be normal when messaging.  I'm fine, I assume you are too, what are you into?  We don't need to share our life stories but do need to know enough about your interests to see if we get along (if you're into bondage we are 90 percent there!).  If you want me to take you seriously include the words damsel in bondage in your message so I know you read this journal, thank you.