Blac Betty's bondage experiment

The jute felt as though it had been worked over by experienced hands. The normally rough fibers felt soft but firm as Don Sir twined the rope around my breasts, arms and torso. I stood naked in a hotel room overlooking the part of Market street at the end of the Tenderloin. There’s a strip club below with a sign that reads ‘Touch the Magic’.

My first time in bondage and my skin tingled with what felt like a kind of magic. Don Sirs touch was gentle, warm and titillating, as he had already been star of some of my steamier masterbatory fantasies prior to our meet up.

He had found me weeks earlier through my Fetlife profile. By then naked voluptuous me had garnered a small amount of attention in a kinky corner of the internet. When Don Sir, a handsome older and experienced rigger and photographer was compelled by my curves to contact me, I was dripping with excitement.

But could I work with someone that I had an attraction to? I was both nervous and excited to model for the tawny skinned dom with the intense eyes.

In person my nerves were eased when the professional, sweet and charming dom sat me down to chat prior to our session. He talked to me about the Japanese style of bondage that we would be using in our session. His health background was also reassuring, and through out the session he checked in on how I was feeling. We rested after each set of shots.

My thoughts tumbled over themselves with each new sensation as Don Sir bound me. The photoshoot progressed from timid nervous me clad in a black cocktail dress to me nude, tied and dreamy eyed.

I loved the sensation of the rope wrapping around me. ‘Just let the rope hold you,’ he said and I relaxed into my binds. The only interruption came with a sharp rap at the door from maid service coming to turn down the room. Still bound, I scurried behind a TV cabinet and pressed against the wall hoping I was hidden from view. Meanwhile Don Sir lunged toward the door in time to greet the visitors before nude bound me was seen.

After they left, I burst into hysterical laughter, laughter that had peppered the entire shoot as  Don Sir cracked jokes to put me at ease. For the first time since I began this modelling venture I was having a fantastic time. I felt beautiful, sexy and connected.

The rope enhanced my sensitivity. Every brush of the rope making me wetter. I was being tied by an attentive and attractive man, and my pleasure came through in the shots. It was such a incredible experience, I can’t wait to be tied again.