irishleatherprincess: In graduate school, i met the son of a famous NYC businessman who lived in a m
irishleatherprincess: In graduate school, i met the son of a famous NYC businessman who lived in a mansion in upstate NY. He became my first Master. It was a Dom/sub relationship only. He didn’t want to “muddy it up” with sex. He had other girls for that. Sometimes on Friday nights, he’d leave me bound and gagged in his walk in closet, then go out and bring a girl home to bed. He’d play his music loud to cover over any noises of mine as i watched him seduce these women. They’d never stay the night, and about 2 or 3am, he’d come home and untie me. We’d talk about the experience and whether or not i liked the girl. One Christmas break, i came out to his parents’ house after spending time with my Aunt and cousin. We had about 5 days to ourselves. He picked me up at the airport and we had dinner. It was at that point he told me he was going to keep me bound and gagged those next 5 days. He handed me a small travel bag and told me to go to the ladies room and read the instructions. i did as He told me to. In the bag were four sets of locking leather cuffs and a collar. i was to take off my panties and bra and hand them to him when i returned. i was also to put the ankle cuffs on over my boots, and the wrist cuffs over the cuffs of my blouse. Then the collar. The tag read “toy” on one side, and “property of (his name)” on the other. All of these were to be locked on. i did as instructed, played with my nipples a little to make them hard, and them brought my underwear and the bag back out to our booth. He had me put the panties and bra on the table in front of me. Then we ate. Most people knew who he was and how powerful his family was, so they smiled and snickered and we had a perfectly wonderful meal. The next five days were spent in his parents’ place. i was usually gagged. Sometimes i was bound stationary; sometimes i could hobble about the house. But i was never free. It culminated with a scene i had never been part of, up to that point. Master had arranged for a known NYC Domme to come visit. Most times, when the parents are away, there are massive keg parties. No, my Master wanted to have an overnight bondage session. The woman shows up and is given a tour. i’m the last stop in the tour. He introduces us. i’m bound kneeling on his bed with my arms stretched behind me to the bedposts. She smiles in my direction. Then she talks to Master some more and they leave the room. As she leaves, she turns off the light. Now i am bound, gagged, and in the dark. A half hour later, she returns, by herself. She turns the light on and comes over and unties me. She ungags me, which means she has all my keys. We sit on the bed and she rubs my arms as she talks. Where am i from, where are my parents (oh i am so sorry), how did you get involved with (Master), how long have i been into BDsM, etc. Have i been involved with a Domme before; i tell her about Mary. She listens. Then she asks “Have i been involved with a Pro Domme before?” “No, i … “ and she slaps me across the face. “No, i don’t think so.” She grabs my chin and pulls it up. i’m flashing back to my Mother. “Tonight, until you are free, you belong to me.” Then she unbuckles my collar and throws it aside. “you are property of Madam tonight.” Then she buckles and locks the gag back on, this time tighter. “Go downstairs; there is a large black leather bag in the foyer. Bring it to me in 60 seconds. GO!” i run out and down the stairs to the foyer. I can’t see a black bag. Oh my god, where is it. I’m just about to panic when i see it under one of the tables. i grab it and run back upstairs. “How long did i tell you to take?” i try to mumble “sixty seconds ma’am” but i am incoherent. “What? What are you saying?” i try to mumble again to not avail. “Fuck it, fine. Come here.” i sheepishly come over and she reaches up and buckles my gag one more notch. Now the strap is digging into the corners of my mouth. i wince and she frowns. “I said 60 seconds girl, it took you 73 seconds” i lower my head and try to say sorry. “Put your hands behind your head” i do as i am told. She then gets up and smacks my ass 13 times for each second i was late. She then grabs my chin again and pull up. “Whoever has been tying you up has been been trying … and failing. I will show you proper bondage.” i am told to stand in front of Her. Out of the black bag she pulls a monoglove and maybe hundreds of feet of rope. She ties my wrists together, and then slips the glove over my hands and arms. i had never worn one up to this point. She straps the leather straps as tight as she could. My chest begins to push forward. When she is done, i have an incredibly tight crotchrope between my legs. i am bound with coil upon coil of rope, above and below my knees, as well as my ankles. i am told to struggle in my bonds; i move and squirm a little. She then pinches my nipples painfully. “I. Said. Struggle! pretend that someone is going to come back for you, and if you don’t get free - you’ll be his sextoy for the rest of your life.” With that i struggle hard, although it’s of no use. Madam then pulls a harness muzzle out of her bag. She tightly straps it around my head and then pushes me facedown onto the bed. Without a word, she ties the ring at the end of my monoglove to the ropes at my knees. She then rolls me over and ties the end of the crotch rope to the ring on the front of the muzzle. She finished me off by tying my ankles to a foot post, and the ring on top of my muzzle to a head board post. It’s perhaps the tightest tie i have been in for quite a few years. She rolls me over and begins to play with my nipples. Once they are hard, she placed nipple clips on them. She pulled on them and listened to me wince. She giggled as i started to cry. “Good, this is excellent! But we are not done”. She pulled out a roll of black tape and put two squares over my eyes, then placed a long strip over them. With that, She was gone (or so i assumed). i was left that way for a time. After some time I heard noises and grunting sounds, and then the tape was taken off my eyes. my Master was bound and gagged in front of me! He was heavily tape gagged, with tape running around his head, but also under his chin and over the top of his head. i could see that his hands and arms were behind him, but i had no idea how. His ankles were tied to the footboard, and a ring was tied to the top of his head. He was turned so that we faced each other. Madam had his nipples clamped as well, and had tied our two chains together. If either of us moved, it would be painful. She taunted us by saying we wanted to experience overnight bondage, and here we were. i wanted to tell he this was not MY idea, but that wasn’t going to happen. We spent the night that way. Occasionally she would come in and check on us. One time she put plugs in his ears and taped them and his eyes over. Then she proceeded to whisper things in my ear. “How could i stay with him? She could kidnap me and sell me to a sweet older actress who had a secret room where she kept young things like me …” Things such as that. In the morning, she untied Master and lead him downstairs. i found out later he had to crawl across almost the entire length of the house to reach a pair of scissors and cut the rope binding his wrist. Once he was free, she told him where the keys to my locks were and left. He found them and untied me. We wound up falling asleep in the Jacuzzi as we recovered from our bondage. I graduated that spring and we went our separate ways. i think he came to grips with the fact he was not 100% dominant, and was at least a switch. As a side note, his parents came home the next evening and we had a wonderful time. His mother insisted on taking me shopping before i went back to school. On the drive we talked and talked and got around to “our relationship”. i told her that we were just good friends and she chuckled. “That’s okay dear, i know he likes you, but i have to warn you. He has certain. . . different … tastes.” And she winked. She bought me all sorts of things, including a pair of brown thigh high boots that i still have to this day.