True Story

Many years ago, I loved to chat on the internet.... it was still new. I've been enjoying self bondage since puberty. Essentially straight, I would fantasize about a dom leather couple making me their little sissy slave. I love bondage, plastic and submission.

One evening, I started chatting with a dom... a guy. It was hypnotizing.

This is what happened on one of the rare times I cammed.

I could see him from the waist down. Leather vest, chaps and gloves. His man parts not showing.

He told me what to do. I was in the basement of a house I was renting. Exposed beams.

I was told to put on panties and my ball gag and strap it in.

I had a roll of plastic wrap... I wrapped myself from head to toe... leaving only my hands free....I love the feeling... the tightness... the heat.... the restraint over every part of my body....

I was direct to take a long rope, half it, wrap it around my waist, then down between my butt cheeks, on each side of my boy parts, throught the waist rope.... back between my butt cheeks and behind the waist rope....

I was all ready sweating in the plastic... I could hear his voice changing.... telling me what to do next....

I couldn't see him clearly on the screen... only his black leather form through the plastic that was covering my eyes...

I was told to throw the two ends of the rope over the main beam in the basement.... then down between the waist belt and my back.....

I did that.... he was telling me I was a good gurl.... my head was spinning...

I fed the rope down as directed.... I was told then to stand with my legs together... then wrap the rope around my ankles.. several times.. then between them .. twice..... it did.. essentially tied my feet together......

He was panting.. my head was spinning....

I was told to take the rope.... the feed it up between the waist rope and my back....

I did.... my head was spinning.

I was told to then.. take each end of the rope.. and wrap it around my wrists..... behind my back..... as close as the waist rope as possible.....

I did....

He was panting more... my head was spinning.....

He wanted to see... I slowly tip toed in a circle... He told me I was a good gurl.

He told me to slowly kneel down.... I whimpered... knowing everything would tighten up... He told me to be a good gurl....

I started to lower myself.... I could feel the rope tightening around my crotch... the plastic and rope pressing on my cock.... tightening around my waist....

I whimpered... mumbling something into my gag.... he told me to keep going... to be a good gurl.

I lowered some more.... and felt my wrists tightening against the waist rope.... I was beginning to get nervous... but too excited to stop....

I lower more.... Everything tightened up.. and I could feel the rope pulling on my ankles....

He kept encouraging me... "keep going sweetie".... "A little more honey" .... "That's it"

I bent my knees and lost my balance..... and fell forward.... the rope pulled my feet up and I went to my knees (Bruising them for days)....

The rope around my wrists tightened around them and held them behind my back to the waist rope...

I squirmed... grunted.. and moaned.... I was totally restrained..... grunting into the ball gag and plastic....

I could hear him... panting... telling me that he wished he was there.... to feed me .....

I could hear him cumming.... watching me helplessly squirm...

My head was spinning... I was panicking... helpless.... but the pressure of the plastic.... the gag... the bondage... all became too much.... and I came.... shooting ... panting... crying... in an incredible orgasm.....

Then.... it became uncomfortable... he had left the screen....

I was trapped.... In plastic wrap.... gagged.... helpless..... I could see the news papers... the embarrassment of being found like this... autoerotic ....

I squirmed and squirmed.... the pre-orgasmic sexual arousal gone... it was uncomfortable.... panting... helpless... I squirmed....

I heard him back on the computer.... asking If is little gurl was ok.... I squirmed... Grunted.... He took that as I was OK.

Him talking me like I was his little gurl started to get me aroused again.... I squirmed and squirmed.... the plastic wrap was full of sweat....

He kept encouraging me.... to keep wiggling... I did.... Everything happening.. my head spinning... I came again....

I think he did too... I couldn't see because of the plastic over my head.... all steamed up over my eyes....

I was very lucky..... the sweat made the plastic slippery.... I managed to get my wrists loose.....

and freed myself..... he was gone....

It was a long time before I ever did something like that again....

TRUE STORY

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