A Heathrow Escorts Bondage Story

The London escorts agency that I normally use set up a dominatrix service, and the lady who runs it does bondage as well. My friend is really into both and talked me into trying a session of bondage. At first I was really anxious and wasn’t sure I was doing the right thing. I normally enjoy one-on-one dating with Heathrow escorts, and I wasn’t sure if bondage was for me. However, ever so often it is nice to try something different. Over the years I have tried many different forms of dating and I have enjoyed the majority of the things that I have tried.

But bondage with London escorts… First of all, I didn’t know anything about bondage. I though it only involved handcuffs and perhaps a spanked bottom, but it turns out there is a lot more than that. The dominatrix from Heathrow escorts services asked me if I was married. I said no, I am not. She smiled and said good, I can tie you a bit tighter in that case. That was the first thing that had me really worried but I let her go ahead anyway. So she tied my wrist together none to gently, I have to say.

I know that Heathrow escorts services is a really good agency, so I wasn’t expecting anything to extreme to happen. Many gents do use this service from Heathrow escorts and I thought I would be fine. But, I soon realized that the dominatrix wanted to tie my feet together as well. That scared me a bit as I would not be able to run anywhere. She put me on the floor and started to tickle me with a light feather stick. It felt nice on my back and I did giggle a little bit. But, I should have giggled…

Face down on the floor with a crazy woman from Heathrow escorts services, I realized how vulnerable I was but I couldn’t stop giggling from the touch of the feather. The lady was nice and kept smiling at me, but all of a sudden her face changed, and she started to spank my bottom. I wasn’t prepared at all. She asked me if I enjoyed and I said I was scared. Scared are you, she said, and tied me even harder. By now I was getting really worried and the feeling of the escorts in Heathrow dungeon was overwhelming me. I wanted out, this wasn’t for me at all.

Fortunately, we had what is known as break words and I had to tell her to stop. I just wanted to go home close the door and forget this evil place existed. In the end, I got dressed really quickly and dashed out. But instead of going home straight away, I went to a pub. It wasn’t until the bar man handed me my pint, I realized that I still had leather straps tied to both of my wrists. The cord that held them together was gone, but it was obvious the bar man knew what I had been up to. he just gave me one of those smiles. I swore that I would never use the dominatrix services at escorts in Heathrow again.

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