3/29/2024 3:11:23 PM: Please be normal when messaging.  As a bottom I keep an open mind to a dominant's wants and will discuss your interests and what makes you happy but draw a red line at doing whatever you want without limits.  While I need a top to take the lead in play and appreciate a certain level of dominance in personality to take control of me I still need to trust you. We don't need to share our life stories but do need to know enough about each other.  While my fantasies can be a little dark they are not to be taken literally as a first date, only as a guideline to understand me and the type of role play I like or willing to engage in eventually (you can always ask).  I'm not complicated.  I am only interested in being the passive player while together which means surrendering to restraint for the most part.  Think of me as a play partner or otherwise as a consensual captive at best.  I like a little manhandling but not abuse.   Thanks for the compliments in advance and yes I love wearing pantyhose, but what are you into outside of tying me up? ;-)

12/8/2023 5:52:50 PM: Excerpt of a long story: He came back to the garage and let himself in, slowly walking over to me. He then took a couple of bandannas out of his pocket and paused as a last chance for a safe word. I didn't use it, or rather couldn't use it, almost breathless with fear and anticipation, looking back and forth from the bandannas to his face, barely visible in the shade from the light coming in behind him. We previously discussed limits but we agreed he would have control after I willingly submitted. He then walked behind me and stuffed my mouth forcefully with one cloth and tying the other around my head to effectively silence me. He then grabbed me by the arm, pulled me up and led me out of the garage to his house. I stumbled a bit on the uneven ground but he made sure I didn't fall, I immediately felt exposed and humiliated but there was no one around to notice. He took me into the house, filled with old decor and wood paneling and back into one of the bedrooms where he sat me on twin bed piled with ropes.  He carefully tied a couple of loops around my elbows then my chest securing my arms before releasing the cuffs to tie my wrists. He then casually ran his hands down my thighs and forced them together and tied my legs above the knees and then my ankles. I was so breathless particularly from wearing the gag I thought I was going to pass out. He then picked me up and laid me across the bed while rolling me over onto my stomach. After loosely tying my ankles to my wrists, caressing my thigh to my butt and giving a squeeze he then said he had to run out to do some shopping; I stared wide eyed at him but he then pointed to the phone on the side table and said if he wasn't back in a few hours to call 911. I mphhed in protest but knew there was nothing I could do; after he walked out I heard a key in the door locking it followed by footsteps. I thought he was joking but I heard the truck start up and drive away. I panicked a bit, we didn't discuss this but then again we only discussed my limits. To my relief I did see a phone on top of a low dresser in the corner of the room but had no plan on how to use it if needed: I was hogtied after all.  I had mixed feelings but took a slow breath thru my nose telling myself there is nothing so far that indicates a red flag. I felt around for a knot to untie and managed to untie it quickly realizing it was just the rope holding my wrists to my ankles. The other knots were out of reach, intentionally I'm sure. I was actually kind of happy about this; in our emails he admitted he didn't have a lot of experience binding people so he would hate to disappoint me since bondage was one of my prerequistes. I was grateful since it seems he did an effective job. I struggled against the ropes, got up, hopped to the door to try it, and after a while tired myself out trying to free myself so I slumped back on the bed. My arms were a bit sore at this point, and tried to lie in a comfortable position waiting for him to come back. I became worried a couple of times that some stranger would come by and peek in the windows to see if it was safe to break in. There were drapes over the windows but somewhat thin, someone standing up against the window would be able to see what is inside. I relaxed realizing it was isolated and quiet out here and let my mind wander, became a little drowsy and before I knew it I actually felt myself hard, not something that usually happened with someone new but happens on occasion when I'm sleepy and in the mood. I was actually starting to drift off after a while when he came back. I heard his truck pull up and stop, the house door open, some rustling in the kitchen then his footsteps up to the door of the room, and then the key in the door. I became a little paranoid that he might have brought a friend but as the door opened it was just him. 'I see you're still here' he said smiling. We agreed that if I escaped the ropes and room and waited for him in the shed it was over but he obviously took care to make sure I didn't. I truly felt desired and more at ease that he wasn't disappointed.  He then walked over, tossed me over his shoulder and carried me into the living room. On the way he said 'I see you're up for it.' Pun intended I'm sure as it just occurred to me I was still hard. I felt so embarrassed. but excited about what was to come...

8/13/2023 4:34:22 PM: A story of a hotel meet Per instructions I proceeded to the hotel room indicated in his email and found the door open.  I walked into a typical hotel room; large bed, dresser, table in the corner, and TV.  The only evidence of his prior presence were the two pairs of handcuffs on the bed and a white scarf.  I placed my bag down and took out my girl things to prepare.  After removing my boy clothes I changed into my girl clothes: Panties, a short long sleeve black dress, black tights, and 4 inch black heels; an outfit he preferred.  I applied a subtle amount of makeup then my wig.  My instructions were simple: Once dressed, put my boy clothes away in my bag, place it in the closet, handcuff my ankles, tie the scarf around my head into my mouth then handcuff my wrists behind my back and sit on the bed and wait.  This would indicate my full compliance when he arrived where no further words would be necessary. After following these instructions and nervously sitting on the bed I realized I forgot to ask him where the key was in case I panicked and change my mind.  Part of me was happy I was at the point of no return so I wouldn't disappoint him or myself later.  It wasn't long before he let himself in and walked over.  He was older, heavier, short beard, and confident demeanor.  He examined me, checked my restraints were secure, then placed his bag on the dresser.  He pulled out a number of coils of rope; I took a deep breath and squirmed as I expected what was coming, what we agreed to, what I both feared and craved.  He began to use them on me, first securing my elbows to my body before taking off the handcuffs, then securing my wrists with rope, making sure I would not be able to resist as he bound me though at the same time making it less awkward for me.  He slowly ran his hands down my legs to my knees, secured them with rope, then finished off at my ankles with a hard tug after removing the last of the handcuffs, almost as a rude sign and signature to me that I was now his property.  I felt both relieved of the discomfort of the steel and more helpless from the rope. He smiled and sat down next to me then, didn't say a word but began fondling me, enjoying my protests and struggles which seemed to spur him on. He then walked back over to his bag and began removing more items from it.  Fear began to overtake me as I saw a number of toys, at that moment I felt there was no turning back. 

4/30/2023 1:43:16 PM: If you really want me to take you seriously include the words 'damsel in bondage' in your message to me so I know you read my journal.