A Genuine Experience

I had an appointment booked with a professional dominatrix [who I had been to several times before and trusted implicitly]. The scenario went as follows. I was to put myself in bondage in my motel, having delivered all the keys to her earlier in the day, so when I clicked all the lock shut, I was well and truly stuck until she arrived to pick me up and take me to her dungeon. I dressed myself in a nice pair of shiny undies, pantyhose, a very tight pantygirdle, and a lycra catsuit, and high heeled boots, then locked a pair of ankle cuffs and a six inch hobble chain over the boots. Then I put on a corset, a latex hood with no eye holes, a leather hood also with no eye holes, and then a posture collar, all of which I secured in place. Then I used my handcuff to lock my wrists behind my back, and waited for my abductor/s to arrive, which could be any time over the next hour or so. The motel door had to stay unlocked so they could enter, thus heightening the anticipation of perhaps being discovered. My captors eventually arrived, bundled me into a vehicle, and drove me around for a while, before stopping as I later found out, outside my mistress’s place,. I was assisted in alighting from the vehicle, and made to wait there for mistress to come and get me. This had me standing outside in the street in full view of any passers by, at evening rush hour. . I was still handcuffed securely, hooded, blind, and hobbled. Mistress came outside, attached a chain to my collar and led me inside, where I spent the night, not being unblindfolded until the morning. During the course of the evening, I had to bring Mistress to orgasm six times before being allowed the orgasm I so desperately craved. My handcuffs weren’t removed other than to remove the catsuit until morning. After the session was all over, I walked back to my motel, about 2 kilometers away, dressed in a shiny velvet skin tight top, a pair of skin tight women’s pants, and boots. What a rush that all was. I’ll never forget that night, and I hope to do it again some day. Needless to say, this did not take place in my home town, but some 600 ks away.