I was afraid this might happen…….why couldn’t I just let it go? I created this prison long before they came along….I should never have opened my mouth, nor left so many trails behind……I miss my life, my friends, and my freedom…………Everyday I lose more control……everyday they learn more about me and use it to their advantage….they have mastered the art of seduction and betrayal……….I have really become a slave…….
It all started with my own hands…. I was sitting in front of the computer browsing through Female Domination websites, searching for a fix. I had an idea to start writing my own web page that would provide any woman Step by Step instructions to exploit a mans submissive fantasies. I was aroused the entire time that I typed. Before I knew it I was on my seventh page. I saved the document to my file folder, brought myself to an incredible orgasm, and went to sleep. About a week later I printed it out and read over it. It was then that I realized how dangerous the information could be if the wrong woman were to read it. It was a basic blueprint to my uncontrollable fantasy of female domination. I had held nothing back. I explained how deeply rooted and engraved these thoughts had become after the 15 or so years I thought about it. I explained in detail how I was mainly aroused by the thought of being lured into an inescapable trap or predicament by a deviant woman. I even explained how a woman could use her body to mesmerize and distract me from the logic of what she was doing. This was dangerous information, something that should be left within my head. So I immediately deleted it from my computer. However I decided to keep the print out so that I could use it to arouse myself when I jerked off. I kept it in between my mattress for safekeeping.
I had been sleeping with this girl Jane on and off for a few months. She was obsessed with me, but I had no interest in her further than sex. She was a legal assistant and a bit loony. I had convinced her to tie me up a time or two, but she never quite got into it or understood it. She wasn’t a supermodel either. She was skinny, with red hair, small tits and long seductive legs.
I was friends with another girl, Lauren that was 31 and modeled for various porn and fetish magazines. She was about 5’ 10” with blond hair and a curvatious, voluptuous all American kind of figure. We had been friends for a long time, however I was reluctant to ever tell her about my fantasies because she was such a close friend. On several occasions I had aided in putting her into bondage for some of her photo shoots. It wasn’t long before I was trying to convince her that we could get a camera and start our own web site. Maybe even get a digital camera for short streaming videos. She was very interested so we began to do some research. We convinced Jane to do some shots for armature sections in some magazines. Soon, Lauren was persuading me to do the same for a few fetish magazines so that we could make some fast cash. Jane and Lauren were becoming quite close since we were always together working on our new idea.
One night we had all gone out drinking and returned to my Apt. Lauren decided to go home, so Jane and I began to fool around. I was pretty drunk and horny and I was trying to get her to tie me up again. She wasn’t in the mood to play games so I decided to show her exactly how much control she has at her fingertips by showing her my entire paper. She read it while I was in the bathroom. When I came out, she was just sort of staring at the floor with the papers turned over beside her. I asked her if something was wrong. She looked up and assured me that nothing was wrong. At this point I just wanted to have sex. I thought maybe she thought I was weird or something. So I just had sex with her and went to bed.
In the morning I went out to the kitchen and found Lauren was already there with Jane eating breakfast. We gathered our film and cameras to go to Jane’s house. She had a nice two bedroom outside of the city. We did most of our shoots there since it was nicer than Laurens apartment or mine.
Once we arrived at her house, Lauren started to take out all of the fetish and bondage gear we had in the closet. Jane suggested that we do my shoots that day since I had been putting it off for so long. I tried to shrug it off again, but I was just out voted.
Lauren and Jane positioned me on the floor in the middle of the basement.
“ Do you have any Ideas?” Jane asked me. She exchanged a strange smile with Lauren.
I hesitated for a minute, realizing how awkward they had been towards me all morning. It seemed as if they were kind of ignoring me all morning. Every time I would walk into a room they would stop talking as if I had interrupted some private conversation. My heart started to race as I suddenly remembered showing Jane what I had written while I was drunk last night. In fact, I didn’t remember putting it away, nor did I see it on the table in the morning.
“ummm, I’m not sure” I said as I moved over to the couch. “ Maybe we could take some action pictures of me tying one of you two up.”
Jane nodded her head and went over to Lauren and whispered something into her ear. I still wasn’t convinced that Jane hadn’t said anything to Lauren or shown her, so I was hoping they would agree to my idea just incase.
Deep down inside, I could feel the excitement that was growing just thinking about the two of them dominating me…. But at the same time I was scared that they would actually start to enjoy it and keep me as a slave. Yeah, I thought about being a slave a lot, but I wasn’t sure if I could really go through with it.
Billions of “what ifs” were running through my head, yet I was becoming completely aroused. I looked up from my stare to see Lauren and Jane moving a coffee table to the center of the room. Once they had it in position, Jane began to set up the digital video camera on a Tri-pod. Lauren went up stairs. Now was my chance to ask Jane about the paper.
“umm Jane” I said in an embarrassed kind of voice. “You didn’t tell Lauren about the thing I wrote did you?”
She looked over at me and gave me a reassuring look. “ Awww, your so cute” she said. “ Did you think I had shown her? I guess that’s why you don’t want to be tied up for this. Most days you would jump at the opportunity. I thought something was up.”
“So you didn’t?” I asked again
“ Of coarse I didn’t tell her” she replied while getting the ropes, chains and other props out of the box on the floor. “I have never told her about any of the times I tied you to the bed have I?”
I shook my head “No, I guess I didn’t think about that. It was just that I shouldn’t have even shown you what I had written. I didn’t even remember that I showed you until a few minutes ago. I guess I was just freaked out. I apologize.” As far as I knew she wasn’t lying. So I began to help her set up.