he did what I asked him to do. Why was I so nervous?

Joe was a good dude. He read all my posts and agreed to help me. He had all the items ready including some expensive Scotch I like. After a couple of tasty drinks, he got into character and began: 

"Get on the fucking floor and shut up, bitch!" I quickly knelt down next to the dining table, looking down at the floor. Hearing the rattle of chains and buckles I started to get hard. "Hands behind your back, you fuck!" I quickly obeyed. He roughly pulled my wrists back further, tightly buckling thick leather straps around them. It hurt my arms he was pulling them back so far and hard. I let out a little whimper. "I told you to shut the fuck up!" He jerked my arms back to make me feel the pain of disobeying. I held my mouth closed. This was getting a little out of hand. But when I realized my wrists were bound together, I knew it was too late. I looked over my shoulder at him. He was smiling. "This is going to be fun, you stupid fuck!"

Before I could beg for a break, he had my elbows strapped together. That hurt a lot. My shoulders were pinned back much further than I ever would have thought possible. "What the hell?" I blurted out. "You need to shut the fuck up." A big wad of what seemed like silk underwear was stuffed into my mouth. Several pairs of pink and blue and red ladies' panties. After those were in, he had more to add. My cheeks were puffed out from all the panties. Corners of them were poking out between my lips. My mouth was forced nearly all the way open with them. "You are going to thank me for shutting you up. Otherwise, I'd have to beat you into silence, you stupid little fuck toy." I was scared about how I'd allowed him to get me here. Scared about being alone and helpless with a man I barely know. The sound of wide sticky tape ripping off a big roll scared me even more. 

"Mummphhh!" My last words, so to speak. This was some special black rubbery extra sticky tape. It was 4 inches wide covering my mouth from under my nose to the bottom of my chin. He wrapped a long thick piece around my head. It covered half my face. Even though I was pretty nervous, the feeling of the sticky rubbery tape made my little dick get even harder. I love to be gagged with sticky tape.

His hands were on my face, pressing the tape. He looked me over and nodded his approval. "Now we are going to get up, go down to the basement where I'm going to fuck you brains out, bitch!"

I pretended to fight him, trying to resist. I was sort of really trying. We stopped in the hallway where there was a mirror. He turned me facing it and took some photos. I was leaning back with him pulling at my arms. My shirt was pulled half off. My jeans were unzipped and about to fall off. The tape covering my mouth, gagging me, was substantial. I wasn't making any noises today. "These will be the before pictures. The after pictures won't be this nice." 

I struggled and tried to cry out. He had his phone taking a video of me stumbling through the doorway and down the dark staircase. There was no light at the end of this tunnel. He was laughing. I was starting to cry. It was fucking awesome!

Part 2, coming soon.