I am of Italian decent, born in the south and raised in the north, I have been lucky enough to move to Nashville to pursue being a TV Reporter. Now I know that the profession of Reporting has fallen into the same category as being a Politician, or a Lawyer. I have always thought that exposing the wrong people do to help the little guy was a noble thing, but regrettably not everyone thinks this way. For example the Bad Guys, the Politicians, and the Lawyers that we expose. Sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad. Now this being said let me explain what I look like. I stand 5'4" tall, I weigh 110 pounds, my measurements are 36C-30-36, I have long straight black hair down to my waist, I have coal black eyes, and I have what one boyfriend called dsl's (dick sucking lips). My job is to report the traffic on a morning news program and I do this with style and the tightest little dresses and high heels I can get away with.
When I was about 7 I was a big tomboy and love running around and rough housing with the boys. One game we would play is damsel in distress where I would play the poor girl in need of a hero and would end up being tied to a chair, tree, fence, or simply tied hand and foot and laid on the ground. Now I do not know if getting an all over warm feeling from this was a good thing or bad but I did love being tied and would dare them to do it harder and tighter. These games lasted until I was 10 and my mother put a stop to them saying a young lady does not play like that with the boys only a bad girl does.
My first real boyfriend was in high school. I was captain of the cheerleaders and he was captain of the basketball team. We were together for about 6 months when while watching a movie we saw a woman being tied up, while watching this I got that old feeling and did not understand why. When I got home I did some research and found that I had a liking for bondage. I discussed this with my boyfriend and he said never mention it again or he would leave, he could not be seen with a bad girl and take a chance of losing his scholarship.
After that I did a lot of thinking and more research. By the time I graduated from high school I was determined to find out if I really liked it or not. With no one to help I decided to research self bondage. The pictures and stories I found got my pussy so wet that I had to bring myself off, this quickly became an everyday thing. I had a part time job as a waitress and I knew that by wearing my uniform extra tight and by flirting with the guys I would get more in tips. Like I said earlier I liked tight clothes because they showed off my hot ass body. The money was for anything I wanted because I had a cheering scholarship. I had found this web site that sold bondage stuff so I ordered the following: wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, a posture collar, a corset that had removable cups, an inflatable double but plug that let in water but not out, a vibrating butterfly, clamps that could be attached to my pussy lips, and these wicked little clamps that looked like pasties but had these little teeth that bit in when tugged on, and these high heel boots that would come to my thighs and had 6 inch heels. It took me some time to get used to walking in the Now I needed a way to lock on the cuffs so I got a set of 4 locks that took the same key, I also got another set so I could lock the cuffs together and lock on the collar and corset. I practiced unlocking the cuffs at night because I knew if I got stuck my mother would help out with not much a fuss.
My parents were going on a two week cruise as a second honeymoon and since I was a grownup I was left to fend for myself. The day they left I went to work and told them I needed a few days off because I had to visit a sick relative in Richmond. What I was really going to do is my first self bondage session. Now I had scoped out these old abandoned buildings and every time I went by I never saw anybody so I figured that no one would be around. I never got out of the car and I never went there after dark 2 mistakes that I will pay for.
Now this is the morning of the walk and boy was I hot when I woke up. I got up at 4 in the morning to get to the building and start. I got there and drove around for a few minutes until I found the perfect spot for my car. There was a hole in the side of one of the buildings so I drove into it and parked so that I was far enough in to block the car from view. I got out and took off all of my clothes and put them into the trunk put on some flip flops and got my goodie bag out and locked the keys for the locks into the trunk, mistake. I then took the car keys and hid them close by and walked to the top of this 10 story building. When I got to the top I was winded and thirsty so I drank a gallon bottle of water that I had left here and hid. I was taught that a good girl only peed in a toilet well fuck that. I then put on the boost and ankle cuffs and locked them on and using a piece of rope between the cuffs that left about 10 inches of space. I then put on the butterfly and set it for random, I inserted the double but plug and attached the hose to a 1 gallon enema bottle that I had filled with the last gallon of water I had hidden. After putting the my corset on and tying it off to the point of stopping all breathing, mistake, I put on my posture collar and attached the enema bottle to the ring on the back of the collar, the last thing was the pasties nipple clamps and the weights, the weights would if bounced to hard cause the clamps to tighten, the last thing I put on was to stuff a pair of my panties that I had worm for a solid week into my mouth, crotch first and then taped them in. I locked my hands behind my back and was all set. I guessed it was about 6 in the morning due to the sun coming up.