Self bondage gone right for a change

I'm shy, I told him. I'd surely need to be restrained, forced, black mailed, tricked, kidnapped or seduced while I was drunk or high to ever do anything naughty like be with a guy for real. He was a good sport and played along. He told me to find something to bind myself with and he would direct me on how just to do it. The role play went on for an hour and a half. We ended up on skype as he progressed. He was an older guy with a full, hairy beard. He was hairy everywhere. Did I like that? I'm still new at this.

He told me I was cute and should finish dressing up before we got into the tying part. I was already in mom's old playtex girdle and her old white playtex longline bra. I love the way the rubbery vintage playtex stuff feels against my smooth warm skin. I put on a lace dress I'd stolen from my older sister years before and a pair of tan thigh high stockings.

Sitting in my sturdy kitchen chair in front of my laptop, he began by having me wrap the duct tape I'd found in the garage a few times around my ankles, spread out to each corner of the chair. The tight, thick sticky tape felt naughty securing my ankles like that. He made me wiggle a bit to be sure they couldn't get free. I'd used a lot of tape.

I had several pairs of worn panties on the desk as he requested. Some were mom's old ones. Some were my sister's. Some were stolen from my neighbor's hamper when I vivsted a few months ago. I rolled them up and stuffed them all in my mouth. I pulled a few long pieces of tape over my mouth to shove them in deeper and hold them there. Then he told me to wrap more tape all the way around at least 4 times. Hold shit. This was gettig real. I loved it.

He taught me how to use a slip knot to bind my hands. It was not easy because he wanted them behind my back. After that I wouldn't be ale to use the keyboard or mouse? The party would be over? I wouldn't be able to reply or converse with him any more? He politely asked for my address as he would let me play and we could have nfun doing this but just in case I couldn't get free, he could help me out of what would be a very embarassing situation. I guess that makes sense. Of course I was secrety hoping he would stop by and do a little more than just release me. I felt he was thinking the same thing. We had chatted many times before and I liked him.

He told me to continue. Tie it like this, pull it tight, slip the aother wrist in there, pull them apart. Nice and tight. Now I'm completely helpless. Just like that. And there I was.

He started calling me slutty names and telling me how hard he was going to fuck me and how I would be his full time cock slut and stuff like that. I liked the roleplay and the agressing talk. I wiggled and struggled for him while I tried to give my hardon a good rubbing inside the tight , rubbery girdle. He was jerking off, showing his hard cock in the skype screen. He said stuff like "You want this, don't you, you wehore?"

I'd nod enthusiasticlly, and mumbling through the panties and tape, beg him to fuck me. Suddenly he was gone. he said something like he can't take it anymore. ithought he was done with me. I looked around trying to figure out how I'd ever get these ropes loose.

Of course after a half hour or so he shows up. Silly me, my front door was unlocked. He was a little bigger and fatter than he looked on screen. He didnt hesitate. He was on me, grabbing and groping and rubbing and squeezing. He told me, as he was licking and kissing my face, he always wanted a sissy girlfriend. His hand slipped down under my crotch. He was rubbing and squuezing my hard little dick in my tight corset. His cock appeard, and with him holding and hugging me close, he went right at it jerking off in front of me.

His hand was inside my corset, squeezing my dick, when he came. He was rude about squirting all over me, and all over my desk, keyboard and screen. There was cum everywhere. Then, just as quickly as he had appeared, he pulled a knot loose around my wrist, and dashed out.

A couple hours later he hit me up on line again. he wanted to watch me jerk off for him. I shoved a air of panties in my mouth, pulled my little dick out of the corset I was still wearing, and did it for him. He said next time we would do more. Now that he knows I'll do whatever he tells me, and I really live where I said I did.

Why would I continue to see this guy? Why when I put on a pair of girly undies do I get so fricking hard. Why when I'm in those frilly clothes, do I immediattly want to be bound and gagged and force fed a big hairy cock? What the fuck? But, here I am.