bottomforbinding

I'm not on HRT or transitioning, think of me as more of a crossdresser.  To clarify my role: I submit, I don't serve.  I'm more of a bondage slut as opposed to an actual slut; meaning I crave bondage and manhandling over just serving as a submissive. That out of the way -- I'm experienced but I never make the first move.  Someone who communicates well (and is into restraints) always gets a response from me but I've learned to be careful about who I play with.   I don't mind keeping things discreet since I'm not looking for long term.  

We don't need to share our life stories but I do need to know enough about your interests to see if we get along. 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.  Otherwise, I wish you the best in your search.

Rough Day With Roger (a recollection, name changed for privacy)

It was a usual playdate where I show up at Roger's place, let myself in, and get dressed before we started our date. Sometimes he was occupied out back of the house, sometimes he wasn't home.  He liked to surprise me for dramatic effect; I only knew to show up at a specific time, go into the bathroom, and get dressed in whatever he wanted me to wear for the day.  As I came out of the bathroom he was already on me before I knew what was going on. I was scared at first since I didn't even see his face as he spun and pushed me against the wall forcing my arms behind my back and then tying my hands with rope. Was it him? I started to fight back in a panic, "Keep still!" a raspy voice snapped. Fear caused me to freeze since it didn't sound like him, I was unbalanced in my heels so I was also afraid of falling. For all I knew someone broke in and grabbed me thinking I was the homeowner. He spun me back around and immediately shoved a wad of cloth in my mouth and taped it shut, I could see his face now and felt relieved it was Roger despite his rougher than usual manhandling. He seemed moody today, I now knew it was going to be one of those days I dreaded. When he used more force than necessary it was less painful to give in or otherwise use my safe signal and get invited to leave. The one time I did use my safe signal a short time after the agreement was signed he became cold and indifferent and said it was best to end everything that day as he lost his hard on for play. I felt guilty and became cautious about using it after that.  I always loved when play was a bit edgy but there was always that fine line before it became abusive.  I always took my chances with him. This day I regretted it...