Dan and I had been messaging for weeks. We started off discussing bondage positions. He really seemed to understand my desires and he was creative. But our exchanges were brief, to the point. He described a setting and the restriction and I would imagine myself in it, reply with how I think I’d feel in the first minutes, after an hour, after two. If I felt it would be possible to endure longer, I’d continue to describe what I’d expect it to feel like after 4, 8, 12 hours or even a full day.
Dan would respond with anything he thought was not realistic, I’d agree or defend my original response. Then like clockwork the next Saturday, he sent the next position.
Our exchange lasted over 9 months, 40 odd weekly exchanges, the same format. No personal questions, though it was clear from his posts that he read my posting history and was aware of what I shared. I did the same. So I knew he was around 10 years older than me, not very experienced, but had taken part in some workshops and he was a switch.
When the lockdown eased he suddenly stopped messaging me for a week. No excuse, no apologies. I was pleased when I received a message the following Saturday. A new subject. “If you missed me, …” I opened it, but instead of a session his message contained 3 short lines:
*Reference 1: [name] / [website] / [phone number]**Reference 2: [name] / [website] / [phone number]**If they are good, meet me: [address and date] for 24 hours.*
I had been open to meet in real life, but none of that had come from my more penpal like exchanges. So I was surprised, but intrigued. Dan lived just 3 hours drive away from me and given how remote I live, that was rather rare.
I checked both of the references. They were well reviewed practitioners and active in the non-professional bdsm scene. Both seemed to expect my call and recommended Dan without any concern. I got enough information on him to find his Fetlife profile, which seemed like he was a serious player with a sense of humor and had plenty of friends and interacts with them. So I decided to go ahead.
The following Friday I left work early and drove to an Airbnb near Dan’s meetup place. I had picked something mid budget. I wanted to be able to be comfortable after my session no matter if it turned out to be great or a disaster. Yet I would not spend a fair portion of the time here, so did not want to spent too much. I arrived at the 2 bedroom flat just before 8pm, took my bag up the 2 flights of stairs and made myself comfortable with a glass of whisky and a Chinese takeaway. Glasgow had far better food options than my small hometown further north.
I read through the messages Dan and I had exchanged, it was 1:30 am when I had reread all of them. Now, wondering what he had planned for me, some made me worry a little more than others. But over all I wanted to be pushed.
When I woke up the next morning, 9am had just passed. I started with some Pilates exercises and then went for a short run. A chamomile tea, a large bowl of cereal and a shower later I was ready.
As I was naked in the bedroom, I looked at myself in the large mirror. Restricted vision had been a recurring theme for Dan as had been nudity paired with minimalist bondage, so I expected that for the next few hours, I’d be mostly naked, yet unable to see myself.
I changed into a dress with thin fabric, a floral print on a dark grey shade. Something maybe a little too old fashioned for someone only 25 years old, but I did not want to come across as shallow or in need of a fix. This was not about sex, it was about fear, enduring discomfort and submitting to someone I barely knew. I stepped into my trainers and left.
I had nothing but the keys and my phone on me. My location was shared with someone who knew exactly what I’d be doing and who would both call the police should it stop transmitting or should it move away from the location I’d be at noon sharp. And if after 24 hours I did not respond to a message, they would also immediately be aware of my situation.
Finally I left the house and walked at a swift pace to the place Dan had sent me. It was under a mile away and I managed to get there without having to consult any mapping app. It was a detached family home, I assumed 3-4 bedrooms from the outside, a well looked after garden, a garage and an old Ford parked outside.
The door was ajar, I took one deep breath before stepping through it and closing it behind me. There was a container on the floor, with a short note, a pair of rigid handcuffs, a short metal chain and two padlocks. The note made it very clear what to do. I undressed and neatly folded my dress, underwear and socks then placed them on top of my trainers. I left my phone on the floor and as I had expected, Dan had left a charger, so it would remain here not running out of power.
I then placed the padlock and chain and around my neck, locking it as tightly as I could without affecting blood or airflow. The other end of the chain then dangled just above my breasts. I attached that end to a D-ring on the cuffs and finally closed the cuffs around my wrists. I tried to be careful not to close them to loosely or too tight, then finally I pulled on the D-ring which double locked the cuffs.
The note had given me instructions to kneel in the corner. I could see a large tray with rice grains spread out evenly and I knew this would not be a painless wait. But I obeyed, trying to push myself as far as possible forward against the wall, my hands and nose touching the black paint.
15, maybe 20 minutes passed and I heard not a single sound, as if the house was empty, then eventually I heard a car stop outside a key in the door and eventually the handle turn and the door open. My position made it impossible for me to see who was behind me though and I knew better than to turn around.
Minutes passed as someone was shuffling behind me, the rice grains hurting my knees. Eventually I could feel Dan moving towards me and pulling my head back a little bit, not enough to see him though as he placed a leather hood over my head, everything turned black.
Only after the hood was fully secured, and I was only able to breathe through the noseholes, unable to see or open my mouth, did he allow me to stand, relieving the substantial pain not only on my knees but also my toes. I heard a muffled voice through the padded leather ‘Move’ as he guided me closely down a flight of stairs. The air seemed colder here, summer had not fully warmed these walls.
I was just left to stand for a while, not feeling cold but just colder, insecure. Was I meant to do just nothing? Was I meant to move? My knees started to shake, a mix of the pain endured earlier and the fear slowly building. My elbows felt uncomfortable, forced tightly bent by my wrists held to the chain, yet there was little I could do.
Eventually there was buzz and then I could hear Dan’s voice more clearly, the hood contained headphones, allowing him to make me hear more clearly if and only if Dan wanted me to do so. “Welcome little one” he said calmly. “I have a box for you to remain in.”
I noticed him unlocking the padlocks, but not freeing my wrists. I could stretch my arms but I remained restricted. He pulled the handcuffs forward and downward. “I’ll keep you here for a while” I heard the sound of a padlock and noticed that I could move my hands a little to each side but not upwards or downwards. It was impossible to stand up. For a while I knelt down but I could quickly feel my knees hurting again and tried to squat “Perfect, just what I was waiting for” I heard Dan say this time, as he locked my collar to what I assumed was a chain from floor to ceiling, too high for me to go back into a kneeling position and too low again for me to stand.
Without any other words he left me there for a while, my muscled tensed and ached and I had not even seen Dan in real life. For all I knew he could even be a completely different person. Eventually the headphoes cam on again. “The first hour is the easiest, the second hour won’t feel just as long” he announced after what I gathered to be just about an hour. He was right. my calves, my feet all hurt and constantly shifted my weight, trynig to pull myself up even against the cuffs, which hurt on the wrists or even letting the collar bear some weight. Eventually after what seemed an eternity, he released me.
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