I had been planning the meeting for so long. For months I had talked to her, first on the computer and then on the telephone. I had offered her a great deal; you help me find the pieces I was looking for and she would help me find the addresses. After all everyone knows how useless an Englishman is abroad. It would just not be efficient for me to try and find the places myself. It was sweet deal indeed... 50% on all the profits I made from selling the pieces in my antique store went to her. Too tempting to resist.
We met at my hotel and introduced ourselves at last; after all it had been months since we had started chatting. She had turned up in a dark trouser suit with a white button blouse. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. I knew she worked out regularly, we had chatted about it before. I could see the firmness of her body and guessed she could be a handful, in fact perhaps more than I had bargained on. I offered to drive. She told me no, she was quite happy for me to follow you. Obviously, she did not trust me totally. It was something I had not planned, but I could quite easily get around it. I handed her the address and we set off in convoy. My nerves were jangling as we pulled out of the car park. Had I taken on too much?
I followed her car in my rented car to the cottage. I did not need to, after all I had hired it and been there preparing for the past week. Once we had got there, we walked up to the door of the cottage and knocked on the door. Of course there was no answer, so I suggested we go around the back. She declined, so I said I would go round and see if the old guy was in the back garden or something. As I walked round, I wondered if I had been sussed and when I came back round, she would have driven off. I let myself in through the back and walked to the front door and opened it. She seemed surprised to face me opening the door, but I explained that "Joe" was washing up and had told us to wait in the front room. To my surprise, she entered and I showed her into the front room.
Once in the front room we small talked. However, after about 5 minutes she started to become a little impatient, asking where Joe was. I suggested that she went and had a look for him, as I had no idea myself. As she walked past me toward the door, I pounced. I took her off balance and brought her down to the floor, face first. I immediately sat on here to keep her there
"What are you doing" she cried, "Get off me, right now" I grabbed her right arm and brought it behind her. She started to kick, trying to get purchase to get up, but I held her fast. I took my set of handcuffs and clicked the bracelet round her wrist. I then caught her right arm and locked her left wrist into the cuffs. With her hands now immobile, she seemed to stop struggling. I did not trust for a minute that she was surrendering to me.
"Please just let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone about this" she pleaded. I did not answer. I moved up her body, remaining astride her, pinning her to the floor. I took a ballgag out of my pocket and prepared to stuff it in her mouth.
"I don't like this. Please Mmmrph" her sentence was cut off as the ballgag went into her mouth. I strapped it tight and then placed a hood over her head. I started to edge down her body once more until I rested on her legs. I removed her heels and put a set of straps around her bare ankles. All this time she was mmphing quietly into her gag, probably trying to plead for her freedom. It did not matter, she was now captured.
Out of the bag I had left there, I took out a noose and placed it around her neck. I then hoisted her up onto her feet and threw the noose over the vertical beam above her. I tied this off tightly. She was now stood up, unable to move or kick out as her feet were bound. I went to her front and pulled her jacket over her shoulders and let it slip down her arms until it stopped at her cuffed hands. As I began to unbutton her blouse, she again mmphed as she realized that she was being stripped naked and knew she could do nothing to stop me. I cut off her bra and admired her topless body for a moment. I went behind her and produced some straps form my bag. I strapped her elbows and pulled them as far together as they would go. I then followed this by strapping her arms to her sides, the straps going under and over her breasts. Only when her arms were immobile did I dare take her cuffs off. I replaced the cuffs with individual straps on each wrist, but she made it hard by wiggling her hands. I yanked sharply on her noose. Her wrists stopped moving and I took them and crossed them. I secured them in place with some more straps, finishing off by securing another strap round her waist, pinning her wrists into the small of her back.
Once her arms and hands were secured, I untied the noose and placed her back on the floor. As she was laid back on her stomach, she tested her bonds, but could not move them. I rolled her on her back and she mmphed in pain, as it must have been uncomfortable for her, lying on her hands. I undid her trousers and lowered them down her shapely legs, along with her panties. I then took a pair of Chinese love balls and forced then into her shaved pussy. The cold of the steel balls shocked her as she tried to scream out into her gag, It came out as muffled mewing sound. She bucked to try and get the balls out, but the struggling only sent a wave of shock through as the balls stimulated her. She immediately lay still. I placed more straps on her thighs and just above and below her knees. I then released her ankles and removed the last of her clothes. I crossed her ankles and retied her ankles with the straps.
I took off the hood and she glared at me with pure hate in her eyes, but many questions also. She averted her eyes from me and rolled backwards and forwards on the floor, testing her bonds.
"Excellent stuff", I said to her. "That is exactly what I want from you. If you are to be a bondage actress and model, that is the sort of thing that will be good to photograph and video. Carry on struggling" She immediately stopped struggling and lay still and lifeless.
"This is no good. Struggle, I order you" She lay there and shook her head.
"No? Oh hell, you are no fun." I bent down and took her feet in my hands and bent them over. I put her onto her side and tied a rope to strap around her waist. I fed it between her legs and rolled her back onto her front.
"I'll tell you what then," I said as I pulled the rope tight into her crotch and looped it around her ankles tightly hogtying her. "I am going to leave you all alone here. You can just rot away, I don't care." I blindfolded her and put earplugs into her ears. I then went all the way through her straps and pulled each one painfully tight. She accompanied each pull with a muffled gasp of pain as her body was constricted. Then I set the videos recording and sat back to watch the show.
For a long while she lay still, I think trying to listen for sounds that I may still be around. Of course, the earplugs did enough to blot out any small sounds that I might have made. Her hands started to wiggle, trying to slip out of the straps holding here wrists together. This movement traveled up her arms as she tested the security of each separate strap. Then her feet tested their bonds, followed by testing of each strap down her legs. I could see she was keeping her movement to a bare minimum, so as not to disturb the balls inside her or the crotchrope. She gently tried to pull her legs straight, but there was no way they were going to budge.
I was surprised by this methodical approach to escape she was taking. I had expected a lot of fireworks and desperate thrashing, but what was happening was far more intriguing. I watched as she rolled onto her side and repeated the testing procedure. She was rubbing her knee on the floor, trying to get the strap above her knee to slip down. To do this though, she was paying a price. With her flexing and relaxing, both the crotchrope and balls were stimulating her; certainly in a way she did not want or need. Her mmphs were becoming louder, as I think she had decided that I had gone and no help was coming. It was up to her to escape. It took her a full ten minutes of this struggling to get the knee strap round her knees. "Clever girl" I murmured in a whisper so she would not detect me.
Although she had won a small victory over her bonds, she still must have known she had much work to do. She rolled over onto her stomach and wiped her face on the floor. Her exertions had caused her to start drooling. She lay still, for a long time, getting her breath back and calming her feeling of stimulation down. I noticed she was pinching her fingers together as she tried to work some feeling back into her fingers. I think she realized that she was finished if she could not feel her fingers. She tried to work her hands out of the straps around her wrists but they would not budge. She panted through her gag as she exerted herself and maybe the first signs of desperation began to set in. She pulled at all her bonds with all her strength and gave a long "mmph" as nothing gave way. She rolled herself back onto her side and began to work at the second bind on the knees.
If she were to get this bond loose, she would need to straighten her legs out while working the strap over her calves. As her legs were bent at such an acute angle, I could see that it was a physical impossibility, but I think she must have seen it as her only hope. Perhaps she saw getting her legs free was her chance for freedom. She pulled tightly on her crotchrope and worked the strap, using the floor to move the bond, but there was no way she could keep such an exertion up. As soon as she let her legs relax, the strap just slipped back to where it had been. She cried into her gag in frustration, rage at her predicament and the fact I think she was actually starting to get pleasure from the stimulation the struggles were giving her. She tried again, but was similarly frustrated.
Something inside her snapped, she seemed enraged. She howled into her gag, banging her head on the floor with sheer frustration. She started to buck and writhe on the floor, trying to break out of her bondage with brute force. This is what I had expected from the start, but she had been methodical and thoughtful. Now, all reason had been replaced with a feral rage, an instinct to escape overriding all other considerations. I could feel the desperation within her as she pulled and thrashed.
All this movement was having another effect on her. She was now being aroused so much she could not stop pulling against her crotchrope. Her legs now pulled in a rhythm, as she growled into her gag. I wondered at what she was thinking, the contradiction in her mind that such an awful situation could be giving her pleasure. Now she struggled for an end to the pent up frustration, no more worrying about freedom. Her hips pushed and squeezed against her crotchrope. Her growls got louder and louder, her pushing more and more frantic as she reached climax. In one last burst of energy she came and then lay on the floor, motionless, spent.
