I live in the north of the country and often have to visit London on business. I invariably arrange to stay overnight and there is a particular Domme I usually visit. The evening before I was due to see her, she emailed, cancelling our appointment due to a family illness. It was too late to arrange a session with another Domme so more in hope than expectation I put an advert on the casual encounters section of Craigslist. It read, 'Submissive businessman in London on Wednesday . Would any dominant Lady be interested in meeting for an evening of fun?' Needless to say, there were no replies and I forgot about the advert.
It was over a week later when I received the following email. 'Sorry I missed your advert last week, I was away on holiday. If you intend to visit London again, why not contact me?' It was signed, Abi. I wrote back saying that I was often in London and asked her what she was looking for. We corresponded over the next few weeks and later I realised just how much information I had given her about myself whilst receiving practically none from her in return. It was only much later that she told me that she had paid a private detective to obtain as much information about me as he could. By this stage, however, she had me hooked and we arranged to meet.
I was staying in a hotel and we arranged to meet in the lobby. A public place would protect us both, at least initially. She told me to be there from seven onwards. It got to eight forty five and I was becoming resigned to the fact that I had been taken for a ride when my mobile rang.
'Well, you don't look dangerous but I want a better look at you. What's your room number?'
'304' I replied.
'That's '304, Ma'am'. Don't forget again. Go to your room now and await instructions.' The line went dead before I could say anything. This was not the plan we had agreed on but I was not going to let this opportunity escape me.
I walked to the lift glancing round the lobby to see if I could spot her but could not see any likely candidate. At least I now knew she was a 'she' and not, as had gone through my mind, some bloke having a wind up. I had been in the room a matter of seconds when my phone rang again.
Without preamble she began 'Keep quiet and listen. If you want to carry on with this, do exactly as I tell you. Any deviation and I will walk away.
'I will come to your room in exactly two minutes. Leave the door slightly ajar. I want you on all fours facing away from the door with your head to the ground. Do not turn round or attempt to look at me. Oh, and be naked as the day you were born.'
I had an instant decision to make. I was making myself completely vulnerable to a total stranger. Later I realised how clever she had been, keeping me under constant pressure by having to make immediate decisions. If I had had time to think I am sure I would have acted differently but I let my dick rule my head and began to strip. It would turn out to be the costliest decision I have ever made. I opened the door slightly and got myself into position. I heard footsteps coming up the carpeted corridor and heard the door swing open. There was a lengthy pause and then the clinking of metal followed by a thud as something landed on the floor next to my head.
'Keep your eyes shut. Pick up the handcuffs and lock one onto your left wrist. Then put your hands behind you and lock the other cuff on your other wrist. You have ten seconds or I will walk away.'
I must have been mad. How I have regretted those next ten seconds ever since. I actually did as she ordered and cuffed my wrists behind me. I heard the door shut and then she was checking the cuffs, tightening them.
'Lift your head. Keep your eyes shut.' She tied a piece of dark cloth around my head, blindfolding me. She guided me to a chair and helped me to sit down. I could feel that she was wearing leather gloves. She secured me to the chair very quickly and very effectively. She had me drape my arms over the back of the chair. She tied a rope to the chain on the cuffs, passed it under the seat of the chair and tied it off around my neck. She pulled my legs apart and tied them to the outsides of the legs of the chair so that I was completely exposed to her. By this time I was in a cold sweat. What had I done? I started to speak but immediately received a very hard slap across my face.
'I told you to keep quiet,' she snarled. I felt her start to push something into my mouth and resisted. She hit me again. 'Open your mouth, or you'll be very sorry.' Her gloved hand gripped my ball sac. I opened my mouth and she stuffed some material in. 'Don't spit it out or I'll tie it in place so tight that you will wish I hadn't.' she continued with my bondage.
Once she had me secure I could hear her moving around and quickly realised she was searching the room. I thanked my lucky stars that I had locked my wallet away in the room safe. By now I was really frightened and already regretting the fact that I had let my dick rule me.
I felt her behind me. 'I am going to remove your gag. Do not attempt to shout for help because if you do I will make you very sorry.' She pulled the gag out but immediately clamped her gloved hand over my mouth.
'Where is your wallet?' she asked.
She lifted her hand and immediately I began to yell as loudly as I could. Never mind the humiliating predicament I was in, I was really scared by now. She stifled my cries almost immediately by clamping her hand back over my mouth. I tried to bite her without success. She clamped my head and pinched my nose closed. Now I was in real trouble. I twisted and bucked as best I could but she had me tight. I could not escape her grip and I began to get light headed through lack of air. My last thought was that the bitch was going to kill me. Everything went black.
I came to gasping for air but only through my nose. The gag was back in place and now she had tied it in place, viciously tightly. As I became more aware of what was going on, I could hear her in the bathroom, running water.
'Back with me, I see. I warned you that you would be sorry if you tried to call out. You need to realise that I mean what I say. I am going to be in your life for a long time to come and we need to establish two basic rules from the outset. You do as I tell you and I mean what I say. I have all night to get these rules over to you.'
She was behind me again and she tied a piece of cloth loosely over the lower part of my face, covering my nose and mouth. She then tipped the chair backwards and lowered it to the floor so that I was resting on my trapped arms. I felt her stand above me and she gripped my head between her feet. Suddenly I began to experience a drowning sensation as she tipped water from a glass onto the cloth. I spluttered through my nose as I gasped for air. I could not move away because of the way she had me restrained, nor could I move my head to avoid the water. The sensation was horrible. She kept it up for what seemed like hours but as she told me later was actually half an hour. Up until then, it was the worst half hour of my life and I would have begged her to stop and gladly told her where my wallet was if only she would stop the infernal torture. She was relentless, reminding me on several occasions of her two basic rules. I tried nodding my agreement but it had no effect, she just carried on.
At last it was over. She took the cloth away and left me to recover for a few minutes. I now began to feel the pain in my arms which were taking my body weight and felt considerable relief as she righted the chair. Standing behind me, she removed the blindfold. I could hear her doing something with what sounded like soft material and zips and after a few seconds she stepped in front of me.
