My First Encounter with a Dominant Lady: A Bondage Experience

After exchanging numerous messages over the past weeks, the day has finally arrived. I’m going to meet the dominant lady I had the pleasure to communicate with, in person.

She now knows just about everything about me. I must admit that it feels strange that I know very little about her. But I guess that’s part of the nature of our relationship. I’ve followed her instructions on how to dress to the letter. I did protest at first to wear my latex outfit in public but yielded as soon as I was told that I had to wear the latex underneath my regular clothes.

I thought it would be easy, but now that I’m wearing a shirt and suit over my latex catsuit, I’m very much aware of how the catsuit and the friction with my ‘normal’ clothes limit my movements. I’m super aware of my attire and the humbling situation I’m in. Which is probably why I’ve been told to dress up like this.

I’ve parked my car at the car park I was told to. Only now I just realise that because I didn’t want to be late I’m 30 minutes early. We’re meeting at a tearoom nearby and I don’t want to sit there waiting for half an hour on my own. Or to be more exact be uncomfortably dressed in latex on my own. Suddenly my phone rings.

It’s an unknown number, but something tells me it’s her. She has my phone number but I never got hers. I answer with a simple ‘hello’. My voice is trembling. Why am I so nervous? Isn’t this just another date? My ‘hello’ is answered by a soft gentle voice which calms me immediately.

She says that I’m early and that I should go to the tearoom right away. I can only say yes and that I’ll be there within 5 minutes. It’s only when she finishes the call that I realize that she must be around and has seen me arrive at the car park. How else would she know that I’m early?

I’m getting nervous again and look around in the hope I can spot her. Nothing. There’s no one around and I need to make a move and get to the tearoom. I get out of the car and start walking. Only 50 yards in a lady walks up behind me and tells me not to look behind and walk towards a parked white SUV.

She asks me if I agree to put on a blindfold and have my hands tied behind my back. I say yes because I recognize the voice. It’s the same voice from the phone call. She first puts on the blindfold followed by handcuffs. She then tells me we’re going for a short ride and opens the car boot for me to get in.

I’m so overwhelmed by the whole situation that I forget to protest or at least ask where we’re going. I just climb in with quite some trouble and hear the car boot close. The engine starts and we drive towards a destination unknown. The drive probably only takes 5 minutes but it feels so much longer. So many conflicting thoughts rush through my head. Am I getting myself into deep trouble? Can I trust this Dominant Lady? What’s going to happen to me?

I managed to calm myself down thinking about how her messages made me feel accepted and wanted. I tell myself there’s nothing to worry about. That I know her and she knows me. I can hear we drive into a garage with an automatic door. Once the garage door is closed she opens the car boot and tells me to get out. I climb out again with quite a bit of trouble and I can tell from her chuckles this amuses her.

This Dominant Lady takes my arm and guides me into what I assume is her house. As soon as we’re inside she puts a collar on me and tightens it quite hard. I feel myself gasping for air, but am reluctant to say anything let alone complain. Next, I’m being strung up and I have to stand on the tip of my toes to be able to breathe. Her soft gentle voice tells me that she’s going to take off the handcuffs for a brief moment in order to take off my ‘normal’ clothes.

She also tells me not to try to take off the blindfold or collar, as this would result in severe punishment. I haven’t been asked a question and find it best not to say a word but try to nod yes, which isn’t easy when you’re strung up. She takes off my clothes with so much ease and speed that for a split second I think this isn’t the first time she’s doing this.

As soon as my clothes are off and I’m left dressed only in latex, she puts the handcuffs back on. She also ties my feet together and just like that I’m her prisoner without any possibility to move let alone escape. She notices that I struggle to breathe and makes the collar less tight. Not by much, just enough to make me a bit more comfortable.

I hear her walk off and wonder for how long I’m going to be kept in this very uncomfortable position. I don’t have to wait for too long. Only a couple of minutes later she’s back and I hear her pulling up a chair. Man, how I wish I could just sit down and relax.

Then she starts asking me questions. I’m confused. Her questions are all about the things I’ve shared with her before. Why are we going over this again? Given the vulnerable position I’m in, I don’t question her approach and try to answer all questions truthfully, not remembering what exactly I told her in my messages. Her questions seem endless until she suddenly stops and strokes me gently. I’m completely surprised by her strokes and realize that I crave to be touched by her.

As if she can read my mind she gives me a hug, unties the collar so I can stand normally, and even pulls up a chair for me to sit down. What’s going on? It’s as if this Dominant Lady sees or feels my confusion and starts explaining why I’m being treated this way. Over the past years, she’d encountered a lot of men who were either untruthful or untrustworthy. This time around she wanted to make sure that the next encounter would be on her terms and that a possible sub would first undergo a rigorous test of truthfulness.

She tells me that I’ve passed her first test and that we’re halfway through the second one, which is to test how good, I can listen and follow instructions without hesitation. I kind of agree with her, but feel that I’ve successfully passed the second and, what I thought, the final test. She unties my feet and attaches a leash to my collar. I’m still blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back and completely at her mercy. She tells me to get up and follow her.

We walk through the house and stop at what I think is the staircase to the cellar. She tells me to walk down slowly and carefully and I can tell she’s right in front of me to ensure I don’t stumble. The cellar is vast and we walk quite a distance till we arrive at our destination.

This Dominant Lady tells me to get down on my knees and crawl into something that could be a low steel cage. I get in with a bit of effort, she locks the door and she takes off the handcuffs. She tells me to wait till she’s left the room to take off the blindfold and put on the things she left in the cage for me.

I hear her walk away and close the door. I quickly take off the blindfold and am immediately blinded by the lights in the room. It takes me a minute to start seeing things around me and quickly realize that I’m locked in a very strong steel cage. I also see 3 cameras all pointed at the cage from 3 different angles, so my every move is being monitored. I then turn my attention to what’s inside the cage and can’t help but gasp for a moment. Is this really what’s being expected from me?

I have another look and come to my senses, thinking there’s nothing there that I haven’t experienced before. On that thought, I take the lubricant and apply it above my cock and balls. I dry my hands with the towel and try to slide the ring over them. It doesn’t work because the lubricating and the idea of being in chastity for her is arousing. I wait a bit and try to think of something boring.

It works, my penis is getting placid and I manage to squeeze my balls through the ring. Auwch. I slide the cage over my penis and after pushing and wiggling a bit it clicks into place. It feels tight and my first thought is that I’m never going to get out of it unless she lets me.

Next, I lubricate my bum and the anal dildo. I insert it carefully first moving it up and down until it feels like I’m stretched enough to push it fully in. Auwch again. Guess I pushed a little bit too soon. But it’s in, so far so good. I clean my hands and put on the latex mask gloves and socks. Then I put on the ankle and wrist restraints and locked them in place. I put the collar back on nice and tight and finally gagged myself and put on a different latex blindfold. I struggle to find the padlock to tie my hands behind my back, but after a couple of failed efforts, I finally manage to get the rings of both wrist restraints in the padlock and close the padlock.

The last click makes me realize I’m completely defenseless and fully delivered to her. The thought is both worrying and arousing, but because of the chastity cage, there’s nothing that shows my arousal, I think. All of a sudden I hear the door open and she walks in. She doesn’t say a word. It’s torment. There’s nothing I can say or do. Why doesn’t she say anything? Imagine my surprise when this Dominant Lady leaves again, still not saying anything and closing and locking the door behind her.

My brain starts rushing in every direction. Am I in heaven or am I in hell? Is this what I deep down always wished and longed for? Am I sure that I’m ready to surrender fully to her? I’m exhausted and despite being very uncomfortable I surprisingly fall asleep…

Where am I? Why am I feeling this sore? Why can’t I move, see or speak? And then it hits me. I’m still fully dressed in latex, wearing a chastity cage,  with an anal dildo up my bum, gagged and blindfolded, hands tied behind my back, and locked in a steel cage in a locked room in her cellar.

To be continued..