Kidnapping

I have contacted a specialist agency a couple of months ago to organise my own kidnapping. That's one item on my bucket list I so wanted to experience. They take care of everything, contacting close ones, arranging for time off work (yes, that one too), make sure that my absence is not causing any worry to anyone basically. They do that discreetly (ie I have won a surprise holiday and was swept off my feet, literally). And I was promised that I would not, I stress NOT, be able to escape. I will be held against my will, I will be chained and locked up, for 48 hours.

I will not know when it happens or how or even with what.

Today is a new but ordinary day like any other day. It's Friday and I am due to go out in the evening to meet some friends but I have warned them that they may not see me if I am held up at work (or held up against my will for that matter!).

So I get ready and go to work like I always do.

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Work is finished, the week is finished and I am going to enjoy the next couple of days doing absolutely nothing. The weather forecast is pretty good and I should be able to lie in the garden with a nice cup of coffee and a naughty book. That is my plan. To relax and do nothing.

All of a sudden, I hear a scratching noise in the street and look at a big black van stopping just where I am. 2 hooded men come rushing out and run towards ... me. Oh.

Each of them grab one of my arms and literally lift me off my feet and in a matter of 30 seconds I am thrown into the van and it takes off. I am completely disorientated at that point. I have no idea what is going on. I just know that someone is putting something in my mouth and taping it  and is also taping my eyes while someone else is trying to keep my hands together as I am struggling to break free. One of the mans takes me in his arms and holds me very tight and my wrists get bound with tape very tightly. They then tape my arms to my body so that I can't even move them. I am trying to break free by moving my legs but I barely can as the other man is seated on top of them and he is very heavy.

Once they have finished tying my upper body, they move to my legs and I am literally and truly bound. I cannot move, I cannot scream. I cannot do anything.

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I don't know how long I have remained like this, it must have been at least an hour or two. I have no idea of the time that has passed but I know the vehicle is slowing down and is making noise like being on some gravels. It stops. The door opens and I am being carried outside. The air is fresh and smells ... the wood? I am brought inside, carried up stairs and I guess into a room.

They are removing the tape from my eyes and my mouth. I cough a bit as I gasp for air and open my eyes. I see the 2 hooded men next to me who are freeing me. They have not said a single word since it all started. I had been warned not to speak when I signed my contract as I would be punished if I did. But I am dying to ask where I am as I am now getting a bit scared. It started as a fantasy but it can now all go horribly wrong.

As my hands are being freed by one of them, the other is putting on some shackles linked by a chain to the wall. They do the same for my feet. I have been so preoccupied by what was going on that I didn't notice the room. The room is tiny, cell like. There is nothing, absolutely nothing in the room, no bed, no chair, no table, no toilets, nothing, apart from a bucket next to me, a bottle of water and a packet of biscuits. This is not what I had signed for. I was supposed to be locked in a room, basic, yes, but with a bed and a bathroom. This is totally different to what I had signed for.

As it dawns on me that the experience I am about to get is somewhat different to what I was fantasying about, one of the men gives me an envelope. Both of them left the room which they have locked. I am now alone, in a tiny room with nothing but a bucket, water, a pack of biscuits and a letter.

Welcome to our kidnapping experience.

We understand that you may now be confused but this is necessary to ensure both your safety and our privacy. You will remain in our care for the next 48 hours. 

Your bucket will be changed every 4 hours. You will be provided a meal for breakfast, lunch and dinner which will be simple but will meet your dietary requirements. You will be provided fresh water at the same time too.

You are not allowed to speak with any members of our staff during the entire duration of your stay. Any contravention will be met with a harsh punishment. You are not allowed to make any noise of any kind either. Do so and we will restrict the chain length.

We hope you enjoy your stay with us. 

What the fuck. So not what I had signed for. I can't speak, I can't make noise. I don't have access to a toilet. No, this is not what I have signed for and I want out.

Eh, someone, anyone, I want out, I don't want to do this anymore, let me out, take me back. I want out. No one is coming so I scream louder. EH SOMEONE ANYONE I WANT OUT, I WANT TO BE TAKEN BACK NOW, I WANT OUT.

I hear the door opening and both hooded men are coming in. They free me from the shackles and lift me from under my arms quite forcefully. Looks like they are taking me somewhere, back home?

Madame Eugenie and Laura

Today, Madame Eugenie is receiving a lady client who wants to keep her privacy so we will call her Laura. She is married with children but she is secretly bi-sexual with submissive tendencies.

The one thing that Laura hates is humiliation and be forced to do house cleaning. Actually these are hard limits and Madame Eugenie knows not to touch these. 

Good afternoon Laura

Good afternoon Madame Eugenie. I am so happy to see you, I have had such a awful day. I need to forget it all while I am here.

This is not a problem Laura, we can certainly do something about that. Do you want to get ready?

And they go straight to the Boudoir to start their session. Laura doesn't undress and doesn't wear a collar when she sees Madame Eugenie. She is not yet comfortable with her submissive desires and she just want to take the edge of them away.

What shall we do for you today Laura? Are you happy for me to be in charge and decide?

Yes please Madame Eugenie. I really want to let it all go.

This is fine then. See the blue carpet there, I want you to lie down, face down, arms by your side and relax.

Madame Eugenie takes four leather cuffs and a contraption that looks like a cross, also in leather and loops at each extremities. She applies the cuffs on Laura's wrists and ankles and then join all the cuffs together with the contraption. She is effectively hog-tied.

How do you feel Laura, is it comfortable?

Yes, Madame Eugenie, it feels good. I'm relaxing already. 

Madame Eugenie picks up a very thin cane from her dresser and approaches Laura's feet. 

Laura, you remember your safewords, don't you? Any problems, you let me know.

Yes Madame Eugenie.

And she starts by gentle hits on Laura's feet, then moves on to Laura's calves, tights, bottom and hands. She's not hitting hard as Laura's pain threshold is quite low. She only wants to give a gentle pain sensation to her. 

Are you OK Laura? Is it good?

Yes Madame Eugenie.

And she moves on to the flogger but doesn't hit with it. She just lets it slide down her leg, across her buttock, alongside her spine and across her shoulders. She does the same thing with a silver hand that looks quite sharp. She repeats it all cane, flogger, silver hand. After doing it a couple of times, Madame Eugenie removes the cross contraption and asks Laura to stand up.

She directs Laura to the spanking bench and grabs a couple of ropes with which she attaches Laura's 4 cuffs to the bench, preventing any possible escape. Laura does not want to show her bum but has accepted to have her trousers pulled down to reveal a most lovely lacy pink pair of pants.

Madame Eugenie thus restart the pain training by giving very low intensity spanking. The colour that she aims for today is very much the shade of the pants Laura is wearing, a very light pink. That should do it. After a little while, she increases the intensity every so slightly so that Laura can still get used to it and not panic. She's doing good as she's not asking Madame Eugenie to stop. Maybe it is a good day to push her a bit then. She thus increases the intensity a little bit more. The colour of the skin has gone from pink to slightly red. She's doing really well today.

Yellow! Please stop. I don't think I can take much more.

This is OK Laura, you've done really well today and you have managed to take on a lot more than you usually do. I am really proud of you, you have been a very good girl. I know our session is very short today so I will untie you and then we will lie down a bit and talk, if this is OK with you.

Yes, I would like that very much.

And she does. Once lying down, Madame Eugenie makes sure that Laura is nice and comfortable. Laura doesn't want any physical contact nor hugging. She just wants to talk as after-care.

So Laura, what are your plans tonight?

Well it is the usual, pick up the kids from school, prepare dinner, eat, washing up and then watch a bit of TV before going to bed after being disappointed yet again that the husband hasn't come back home.

Laura, I am so sorry to hear that things are not getting better. Why not arranging for a babysitter and you & I go out one day, not as a professional capacity but as friends, like a girly night out. Would you like that?

That's a brilliant idea, yes I would like that very much.

Well, let's arrange it for some times next week, shall we? And let me know when you want to come here again. Don't forget to send me a text tomorrow to let me know how you feel. I'll let you get ready. The fee basket is at its usual place. You take care Laura and let me know about next week.

And Madame Eugenie leaves Laura to get herself ready and let herself out. That's the way Laura likes it.

Did I say that Madame Eugenie is pansexual and very much open about a lot of things? Actually she quite likes Laura and would very much like her to become her submissive but she is worried that it may be a bit too soon for Laura. Therefore she is settling for friendship first and will see how things progress.

Actually speaking of progress, Madame Eugenie has to progress her tax return so it is bye for now.

Madame Eugenie is now ready to see you

I am 23 years old and l have lived in London for as long as I can remember. I am very average looking, nothing spectacular nor am I very clever. I didn't do well at school because I never quite fitted in.

One thing you could say about me is that I am pathologically shy. I don't like talking to people and I avoid crowds very very religiously. The only exception of this thing is the kink world.

In that world, I am someone else. I am completely at ease with myself, I am even quite extrovert. And I have a filthy mind.

You will often see me dressed in black rubber, long-legged boots and my hair would be held in a tight bun. I will also have my faithful black whip by my side.

Now, I am sure you are wondering what is going on here. I have a dual personality. In the vanilla world, I am ingénue, in the kink world I am Eugenie, professional Domme and you will suffer for me, plead to me, cry for me and I will treat you very badly, so much so that you will want more of it. I am addictive. Be warned. Taste me and you will never be the same.

My profile on AdultWorld is very clear. I do NOT provide services. I don't do sex with clients. I am a professional Domme and not an escort.

I have been a Domme quite early on. I started when I was 19 and became professional when I was 21 for two reasons. I couldn't get a job and why not get paid for something you like doing? In four hours, I get what I would have had to work for a week in an office. That's a no brainer. It is not an easy choice in term of lifestyle but it is MY choice and I am pretty happy so far.

My flat needs a deep clean and it turns out my client is due any minute now. So, I'd better polish my Eugenie persona.

The bell is ringing. Let's get started.

Hi Mark, how have you been? Come on in. Please give me your coat before we get started. (Mark is a regular, once a week, every Monday, 10am sharp). Do you have any issues, injuries that I should know about? Do we have our safewords?

I am good Madame Eugenie. I know my safewords too.

Shall we begin then? 

And he acquiesces. He undresses to his pants and she applies the collar and leash on him.

From now on Mark, you are no longer allowed to talk nor to look at me. The only words you are allowed to utter are your safewords. Any digression will be met by 1 lash of my whip. Do you understand?

And he nods as he certainly do not want to be whipped.

My flat needs cleaning. It will give me great pleasure to see you crawling on the floor as you move around to clean my bathroom. You have gloves and cleaning products ready inside the bathroom. Off you go.

And I lead him with the leash, as he crawls for me. I get great satisfaction in humiliating people that way. I relish in the power that I have. But this is not all pleasure as I also have great responsibilities. They are coming to see me because they want to be broken. Where it is my responsibility and my main skill is when to stop before it becomes harmful.

A lot of these men and some very rare women who come to see me have a lot of responsibilities and they just want me to take their burden for the time of our session. Let us say that I provide a service to the community and I am a lot cheaper than paying for therapy (I do not mean that I am a therapist nor devalue therapists but sometimes having the crap beaten out of your ass is as good as having it thorn out of your chest through words).

Anyway, looks like Mark has finished cleaning the bathroom. So I have to resume being Eugenie.

Well done Mark, you have done a great job. You shall be rewarded. Please come with me to my boudoir and you shall choose your reward. Remember that you are only allowed to crawl. Off we go.

I keep all the toys I use professionally in my boudoir and only play here. Clients are not allowed in my bedroom, EVER. This is a golden rule and this will never change. My bedroom is my space and I will not have it contaminated with my professional life.

Mark knows where everything is and he chooses my favourite flogger, the one with the thin stripes of polished blue leather.

Great choice Mark.  

And I lead him to the spanking bench which is a real beauty in dark green leather. I don't strap Mark in as he hates being bound. And I get started.

I flog him gently at first, on his buttocks, on the top of his tights, on his shoulders. I can hear him wimpering. I know he likes that. His cock tells me so. I increase the strength of the strikes now. I always aim for a cherry red colour. Some clients don't like it much but I try to push them as much as they can take. Mark can take it. It takes a little while to reach the adequate colour but we got it alright. And Mark, he's definitely not with me anymore.

I help him out of the bench and make him lie down on the floor and I sit next to him, putting his head on my leg.

You have done great today Mark. I am very pleased with you. I had a great session and I believe you had one too. But we need to get ready now as our time is almost up. You are now allowed to speak and to look at me.

Thank you Madame Eugenie. I am your servant to do as you please.

And serve me well you do. I will let you prepare yourself and don't forget to put the fee in the fee basket. I will see you again next week. Do send me a text tomorrow to let me know how you feel.

Thank you Madame Eugenie.

Goodbye Mark.

Goodbye Madame Eugenie.

As Mark is a regular client, I don't need to get the money from him by hand. Doing via a basket removes the "professional" touch a bit. New customers have to pay first. They need to earn that right. Basically they have to earn any right.

It's been a good session, I am completely tired now. I have a couple of hours of freedom before my next client so I think I am going to go for a nap. So goodbye for now.

It's a beautiful day

in London, the sun is out, the sky is blue and I am listening to very nice music in a local coffee shop.

I am going to stop publishing my stories on Fetlife but will carry on doing so on my blog. At the moment I am in a writing frenzy so you are welcomed to pop in anytime, there may be a new adventure, a new sex scene, a new fantasy or a new cry for more love and hugs.

I have Beyoncé on full volume singing putting my love on top. This is what I am looking for now, someone who will put my love on top when I see them. I don't mind sharing, actually I am all for it as I only want love and more love around me. I must be in the wrong century / decade!

I need a lot of love but have also a lot of love to give and I just want someone who will consider me a priority rather than someone just there.

Lyrics: 

Baby, it's you
You're the one I love
You're the one I need
You're the only one I see, come on

Baby, it's you
You're the one that gives your all
You're the one I can always call
When I need to make everything stop
Finally you put my love on top

Annabella & Hector: the keys

Annabella & Hector wake up, both of them on the floor as Hector couldn't keep away from Annabella for very long. He had untied her when she was asleep and just lay beside her, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, with her hair lying all around her. He could look at her all night long as she is a most beautiful woman although she doesn't want to believe it. 

People have only been looking at Annabella through her weight and her love handles and not through her soul. She has a most beautiful soul, one that is totally laid bare when she sleeps as she is no longer worried about how the outside world perceives her.

Hector sees Annabella for who she is. And she sees Hector for who he is. 2 lost souls in a world obsessed with appearances and belonging to the successful & powerful strata of society.  In the end, they found each other and they belong to their own world, one that is not judging them, one that allows them to live the life they are meant to live, together for as long as it lasts. It will not be an easy life as Annabella has a lot of balls to juggle but yet this is a life that they both want, despite Annabella's reluctance. Hector's work is not going to be easy as Annabella had her heart crushed so many times that gluing the pieces is virtually impossible. Yet, this is going to be what he'll set out to do as she is the one that he wants, the one whose energy complements his own, the one whose kink identity is a direct match to his. She is the one for him.

Good morning Annabella.

Good morning Hector, I have no idea what you've done but my body is totally gone! I'm hurting everywhere.

I only did what you wanted me to do my dear and I am going to do so much more today as I have a plan and you are going to be my willing victim.

Oh God, what did I start? Let me get up and prepare breakfast.

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Breakfast & shower done, they get ready to go out and enjoy the sun by the Thames riverbanks along the Docklands.  

They find an empty bench along the Limehouse port and decide to talk about what they have started.

Annabella, I know you feel weary about going  into a new relationship when you just have had one ended. I understand how you feel. Yet, I can't help feeling that we have to do this. I would like you to be more than my bottom. I would like you to be my sub. I want to love you for who you are, to cherish you for who you are and comfort you when you struggle. In my heart, I know you are the one for me.

Hector, I am a mum. My son will always be my priority. I won't be available all the time whenever you want to be with me. Are you sure this is the type of commitment that you would be happy with? How about when you are dying to be with me and we planned an evening together but I have to cancel at short notice because my child runs a fever?

Annabella, I want to be with you and I am ready to take you on with your commitments and whatever else you have got going on. So stop making excuses and take the jump and let me be your Dom. I will look after you and you look after your son. How is that?

Hector, you are one persistent man. Yes, there I said it. Yes, be my top, be my Dom. Beware, I am very needy.

Well, we'll have to look at these needs then. What is it that you need?

I need first and foremost communication. I need to know that I am doing OK, that you are there for me.

Agreed. We'll email each others on a daily basis, if only to report on your tasks.

I need to be given challenges that I can succeed, something to make me feel subby towards you.

I can do that. I'll start right away. You see that coffee shop? Go to the toilets and remove your pants. Give them to me for safe keeping. Off you go.

What?

You heard. Go.

What if I don't want to?

Well, you would earn yourself a punishment, unless you have a good reason for refusing.
Do you have a good reason?

Arrrr, whatever, I'll do it.

I think it is the wrong attitude. You have earned yourself a punishment spanking. As it will be your first, I'll be gentle.

OK, Siiiiiiiiirrrrrrr. I'll remove my pants Siiiiiiiirrrrrrr.

Careful smart mouth. 

Oops.

And off she goes and comes back handing over her black granny pants which he duly puts in his pocket.

You will only get them back if you deserve them and based on your recent behaviour, I have a feeling I am going to keep them. And he does his most devilish smile. 

Annabella puts on her best brat behaviour by pouting and crossing her arms. They both burst into laughter. It is starting well between the both of them.

They decide to go for lunch at an Italian restaurant by Canary Wharf boat station, Zizi if you must know. Annabella has been tasked to choose dishes only starting with the letter R. That's quite a good game except that there are no desserts starting with the letter R on the menu, that's a real shame.

Don't worry about dessert Annabella, I have something in mind when we get to my place, which is where we are going now.

So they make their way to Hector's flat via the scenic route, meaning by boat up to Waterloo  Bridge and then by tube.

To be honest, with all the emotions going on in Annabella's head, she is feeling a little bit tired. Hector noticed it and offered her his shoulder to lay her head & rest while on their way home.

As he opens the door, he lets her in and then locks the door with the key and removes it. She noticed that and is slightly puzzled but is getting slightly excited too.

Annabella, as you are now my sub, I would like to collar you. Are you OK with that? This collar has a lot of value to me. It is more than just a collar, this is a promise that I will look after you but also that you will follow my guidance and that you will obey me. Any digressions will be met with a punishment. Do you understand what I mean?

Yes Sir (in a very excited way as if it is Christmas all over for a 10 year old kid).

Well, someone is keen apparently, that's a surprise from someone who was reluctant not so long ago.

Yes, I know. I take time to get into things but when I do, I'm all in!

So we're starting then. Remove all your cloth and stand next to me.

And he collars her with a very fine red leather collar that locks with a padlock.

Now you are truly mine to do as I wish. In this hand are 2 keys: your collar key and the door key. Both keys are the representation that you are no longer free. You are mine, body and soul.

He puts both keys on top of Annabella's cloth.

Annabella, I am going to tie you up but it is going to hurt. Let me know if you have a problem as soon as it happens. OK?

OK.

OK what?

OK what what?

You should say something after OK.

Oh yes, OK Siiiiiiiirrrrrrrr

Annabella! Careful.

Yes Sir.

And he ties her much tighter than he did before. She's flying into subspace almost instantly. As she is completely at his mercy, it would be a pity not to play with her body.

And that he did, for a good hour after which time he decided that it was enough. But it wasn't enough for her. She wanted more, a lot more. He gave her after care and then had  to get her ready to leave.

I think Annabella that we are going to have to manage these expectations. I believe you need to collect your son soon from his dad. Let me remove your collar. I am proud of you Annabella. You are doing well and I am sure you will be a great sub to me.

Thank you Hector. I really liked it today. I am glad that I have accepted for you to be my Dom.

He removed her collar and she dressed up.

Annabella, I want you to do something for me. When you have a chance, can you order a butt plug. I want you to start wearing one. Start with one hour a day and increase it as you become more comfortable. Are you ok with that?

Yes, I'll do that and I'll let you know when we can see each other again.

On this, he opens the door and he lets her go.

A new identity 11/04/2015

I have decided to move away from Marialdntiedup and get known here as Madaboutrope on Fetlife because this is what I am.

I am rebuilding myself as much as I can. I have holes in me caused by different things, I don't know if they will ever fill themselves up but nevertheless I keep on moving forward as it is what I do, move forward regardless.

Writing is my salvation. I have started writing a love story between a rigger and a BBW. There are similar things that I have lived but it has nothing to do with my own experience or other peoples I have interacted with. I have been inspired by things but it is a work of fiction. Creating that work of fiction occupies my mind and gives me something to look forward to, something positive, something that is being constructed rather than being destroyed. Something really good will happen in that story, I know that, though I don't know what.

I am embracing writing and I have a goal, writing my own book and publish it. This is my own goal, one that I can achieve.

I know that we are only here for a time, a moment. This moment can be taken away at a moment's notice, literally. I want to enjoy whatever comes my way, good and bad. So here I am, Madaboutrope as I want to indulge in it more than ever.

And I need love, lots of love. I need hugs, more hugs and even more hugs. I want to stop hurting.

Annabella & Hector - A new beginning

Hector has contacted Annabella on Whatsapp in order to see her in the evening. They are meeting at Banana Tree in Islington in order to discuss how to move on with what had happened last weekend.

Annabella comes into the restaurant in her green and white dress with a very low collar and a full view on her ample bossom. Hector sees her and signs her to join him. 

After a quick discussion on their day, they move on to the subject of ropes and what they want to do.

Annabella, I would like you to become my bottom. What happened last week was way too good to let it go. I know you are busy with your child and your divorce and would like to have some social life as well but I would really like to try to make it work for the both of us.

I would love to but I have just broken up with my Dom and I don't think I am ready to go into anything as just yet. 

We can take it slow. We can see each other whenever you want, as you want. I'll do it around you. 

I really don't know Hector. I do have a lot on my plate at present and it is not really easy. 

Just give it a try Annabella and see how it goes. If it doesn't work for you, we'll stop, no harm no foul.

The food is coming, we'll talk about it later.

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The meal was delicious, thank you very much Hector. The kid is with his dad tonight so I have the flat all for me. Do you want to come over for a drink?

Yes, let's do that.

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Annabella, your flat is really great. Much bigger than mine actually. Do you have any ropes at home?

Why do you ask?

I'm dying to tie you up again.

Do you think it is sensible?

Who cares, nobody is here, nobody is judging us. It is just you and me. I want to show you that you and I are really meant for each other and that we have a great energy going on. 

I do have rope here. Let me get my bag, I'll be back in a second.

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Annabella, I want you to give me all of you tonight, not just your energy but also your body. I want to make love to you. But I want to do that with you tied up. And I want you to let it all go, not think about anything and just feel what I do. I will blindfold you and gag you. Open and close your hands 3 times to let me know you need me to stop. Are you ok with it?

Hector, I am not so sure. 

What are you not sure about?

I actually never had sex while tied up. I don't know how to feel about that. 

Are you scared?

I don't know, I just feel unsure. Can we do the ropes and see about the sex later?

Yes, this is perfectly OK. You let me know if you are OK. Shall we start?

Yes Hector.

And they are indeed starting their new dance

He takes her hand and asks her to lie down on the floor, face down. He pushes her legs under her tummy and asks her to put her hands in between her legs. He ties her hands together and then link the rope to her ankles. Annabella is very much unable to move, face and chest on the floor and completely tethered. 

Are you OK Annabella, can you breath OK?

Yes, carry on.

Hector gets ready for a spanking session that she is going to remember as he plans on not being too gentle. He wants to give her a bit of a shock to enable her to surrender to him. And here he goes. Ouch, Ouch, Ouch. 

Hector!

Yes?

You are much less gentle than last time. Why?

Last time was the first time we played together. I want you to know the real me, who I am, what I do. You have your safewords if you want me to stop.

I was a bit startled but carry on.

And he did, and he did a lot more than that. Once the spanking was done, he gave her a massage and then untied her. But he was not finished with her. Oh no. 

Annabella, I want to have sex with you and I want to tie you up again.

Hector, just be gentle with me. 

Annabella, I don't do gentle. But I will look after you and make sure that you are OK.

He makes her stand up, undresses her and take her to her bed. He then straddle her, holding her wrists very tightly and they start making love (with a condom on). 

Once finished, he asks her to come out of the bed, ties her hands behind her back and asks her to sleep on the floor. He gives her a pillow and a blanket. She's a bit unsettled by this but it doesn't feel so wrong. She feels at ease, at peace. 

And they both sleep, happily, him in her bed, her on her floor. 

And it is the start of their relationship.

Annabella & Hector - Oh shit, what did I do!

What time is it? What, 7am, I am late! Got to go to work. Sorry Hector, can you untie me and I'll shoot out. It was great, I'd love to do that again anytime. Give me a shout when you're free next time.

Annabella gets dressed up and literally flies off as she's really late for work. Actually, she's got to go home first as going with a corset to work is not a great idea.

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Free at last, today in the office has been dreadfully long and dreadfully boring. I couldn't think of anything else than what has happened yesterday. I really really enjoyed what Hector did and I so didn't imagine it would be like that.

But now, what do I do? I have a Dom already and I love him to bit. He had agreed for me to play with others but not to sleep with others. Technically, we didn't sleep together, we slept in the same bed. But still it is playing with words. I will have to tell him what has happened but I have a feeling that yesterday has had a much bigger meaning to me than it meets the eyes.

We shared an energy that I haven't felt before. It is as if me and him didn't exist any more, as if we became something else, something more.  I can not ignore this. I can not ignore him.

Annabella opens her email and starts writing to her Dom:

Sir,

Something happened yesterday. 

I went to play at the LFF and met someone who I played with. I went to his flat and we played more. I remained there but had no sex. 

Annabella,

I appreciate your honesty and I understand what you are saying. I am although going to be frank with you. I am going to have more and more business trips abroad and may not be available for you much anymore. Maybe it is time to rethink about our relationship and see if it is better to end it.

Sir, 

Why do you say that? Where does this come from?

Annabella,

I have been offered a contract in Italy and I am going to spend most of my time here. We won't be able to see each other very often. I feel it is better that you move on.


Oh no. Why? Why when things start to look up that my whole world comes crumbling again. I am not going through this again. He wants to end it, he's free in the end. I will move on. I'll focus on me, my son and rope.

Annabella & Hector - Their first night together

Annabella & Hector are now in Hector's flat. It is a very small room just enough for a bed and a wardrobe. Annabella doesn't mind as she only wants to get tied up. Tonight she doesn't have to worry about going home at a set time as her child is looked after overnight by his dad. And, the night is only starting.

As soon as they arrive, Hector takes a black wooden box from the wardrobe. The box has some very fine Celtic like carvings on the top. It is quite sizeable. He opens the lid and ... Oh My God, this is so pretty! Rope. But not any rope, petrol blue coloured rope. The texture of it is so clean, regular, natural and oh so inviting.

I want to use this rope on you Annabella. Hector says. I only use this rope for exceptional circumstances. Tonight, playing with you was mesmerising. I felt a connection with you I haven't felt in a long long time and this is so precious. I would like to mark this feeling in my memory by using my most precious rope on you.

Oh Hector, this is so nice. Nobody has ever said that to me before. I have felt the connection with you too. And I would very much like to feel this again.

Hector takes Annabella's hand and leads her in front of the bed, facing the bed. He asks her to put her hands on top of her head.

He takes one length of rope and slides it across her chest above her breast. He pulls the rope sharply, bring her to his chest and forcing a gasp out of her. He slide the rope again at the place. He does the same below the breasts this time. This time, he ties her up very very tight and it is making it harder for her to breath. He pass the rope over her shoulder and in between the breasts to bring both lines of ropes together, making it even tighter. Annabella is very much light-headed at that point. Hector has finished and lets Annabella drop her arms.

He gets her to lie on the bed and lies next to her, holding her tight.

They are not doing anything. They are not saying anything. They are just focusing on that moment, that spiritual connection that they are having together, him being in control, her surrendering herself to him.

When they decide that it may be better to have some sleep in the end, he unties her but keeps the rope as he is going to make her sleep tied up. He asks her to get up, opens the sheets and asks her to lie on her side, facing him, legs folded, knees forward. He ties her ankles, then her knees and last ties her wrists on her knees. He switches the lights off and joins her.

It hasn't been a night of sex and physical pleasure, it has been a night of discovery of their mutual energy.

Annabella & Hector

My name is Annabella. I am French but I have been living in London for so many years that I have practically become English.

I am a mum of a young child and I am divorcing from a husband who doesn't love me anymore.

I am a lover. I am a submissive to a most lovely Dom when you don't play with but the worst sadist when you do.

And I love ropes. I have discovered ropes very recently and I am embracing them with all my being.

Tonight is Sunday and the soon-to-be-ex-husband is looking after the kid. I am off to the London Fetish Fair in Vauxhall and I hope to see my best friend Lucy who knows everyone and who is looking for what. I so hope she will find me a rigger to play with tonight as my Dom couldn't make it, being on a business trip to Italy for the next 3 weeks.

I am getting ready, putting on my black lacy dress, my black corset, my black tights and my killer heels. I look drop dead gorgeous and I won't let anyone tell me otherwise even if I don't meet the standard criteria of beauty. I am a big lady, a size 24 big lady, with a bosom and a bottom to match.

I get a lot of crap from David, my husband, as he has seen my weight creeping up all these years and he hates me for those extra kilos. But it is his loss as I have never been as beautiful as I am now because I have learned to love my body and there are people out there who see me and not my size.

Anyway, enough of the disgression. I put on my coat, get the keys and get out. Tonight, I want some pure unadulterated fun. So I am making my way to the LFF.

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I'm in, I love the initial excitement you get when entering this forbidden and yet very welcoming world. When I say forbidden, it is just because we are considered "outlaws" by some outsiders non-BDSM people, not all of them bearing in mind.

The play party will start shortly. My friend Lucy is talking to a group of people of various denomination. She saw me and signals me to get closer. After introducing me to the group, she mentions that she has indeed found me a rigger for tonight. He is very experienced but he is very shy. Ok, this should be interesting with my quite loudish personality. We leave the group and she takes me to her friend Hector. Now this is an original name. Actually, I used to have a cat called Hector. A most lovely cat he was. Well, he is not Hector the cat but Hector the rigger.

She points me to him so that I can see him as we approach the other side of the rolling-skate ring (did I mention that the event is held in a rolling-skate club? Well, now I did). He is talking to someone, a friend maybe. He is tall, but not too tall. He's not slim either, very average looking. But as it happens, looks don't matter to me. What is important is the person behind the appearances.

We got to him. Lucy introduces me and sets off to rejoin her friends we met earlier on.

So, here we go. We talk about generalities first, meaning who we are, where we come from, our experience of ropes, injuries and what we want to do.

When I play, I don't want to know what will happen to me. I love being in a story where I discover each scene as they develop. I love not being in control. As it happens, Hector is the complete opposite. He wants to know every detail of the story before it happens and want to be in control of what happens. It seems that we are starting very well.

What I find striking is that Hector does not seem shy at all. He seems very much at ease. Maybe it is because he is in his element, the ropes world.

He asks me to sit down, knees up, hands on my ankles. OK, that is not going to be easy. Did I say I am size 24 big? I am also so not flexible. But I still manage to reach my ankles.
He grabs my right hand, ties around the wrist and then ties around the ankle. He carries on tying them together until the rope is finished.
He does the same thing on the opposite wrist/ankle. I so not expected that. He tips me on my back and I can't move, I have no purchase anywhere. I think this defines being vulnerable with my ass in the air in full view.

OK, what is his plan now?

He starts by tickling my feet. Well good luck to him, I'm not ticklish. Well, I am but at only 3 locations and I will not tell, event if I am tortured. He carries on tickling along the legs. Still nothing. Tummy? Nope. Neck? Very much nope. Well he can carry on as much as he wants, he won't... Ouch he pulls my hair very sharply all of a sudden. (before you all wonder, Lucy has provided Hector with the list of the things I was happy and not happy for him to do). And he blindfolds me.

Now this is getting interesting. He rolls me on my side and starts flogging me on my bottom, first gently and then increasingly harder. He then alternates between my bottom and my shoulders. It goes on for a little while and then it stops. I know he is looking for a different instrument of pain. I can't see it but I can feel both his and my anticipation. He makes me feel it in my bound hand: a wooden spoon. Now, this is going to hurt.

Strike one. OK, can take it.
Strike two. Can still take it.
Strike three. It is getting harder but I'll hang in there.
Strike four. Yellow. It's too much.

Hector stops and asks if everything is fine. I acquiesce but asks him to stop the spoon. It looks like I am not keen on the spoon.

Hector unties me and decides we both need a break.

I am having a great time with him. He is quite a good fun. I think he likes me too. He seems happy, that's for sure.

We have a drink and discuss what we do for a living. He works as admin in a design company. I look for work but I also write as a hobby. I plan on developing enough as a writer to publish short-stories and maybe write a novel one day. Break over.

Here we go again.

We're both seated on the floor, my back in front of him. He grabs my arms towards my back and binds my wrists. He then wraps above and below my breasts and across them, accentuating their shape. Funny, I think he likes my breasts. He then ties my ankles, rolls me on my tummy and bring my ankles on my bum to lock then to the chest tie. I have been duly hogtied. He lets me enjoy it without interference of other sensations. I am positively and completely flying.

Once back on Earth and untied, we discuss how the evening went. I personally had a great time and want to play with him again. As it happens, the feeling is mutual.

We decide that the night is only young and that we should carry on at Hector's place which happens to be 2 stops of tube away from where we are.