Bound And GaggedLet me recount another satisfying bondage experience which occured when I was in my early twenties.
I had met a male contact via 'Rendzvous' magazine who had retired and was living full-time as 'Pam', even though she had not had gender reassignment surgery. She shared a house with a real girl who was fully aware of and sympathetic to our cause (she gave me some of her clothes) but nevertheless had her own life to lead and lived in a separate part of the house. I would regularly visit Pam during weekday evenings and weekends for some lovely dressing up and tie-me-up and gag-me sessions. Pam was also an accomplished dressmaker and specialised in making pretty satin maids dresses which we would both be wearing for most of the time. She also had a 'Play Room' decked out with mirrors, subdued lighting, bondage and suspension equipment.
Pam played in a band and this entailed her going out occasionally for a few hours and this was when I was due for my next bondage session. Although Pam had tied me up and gagged me many times this session would prove to be the most memorable.
Dressed in a red satin maids dress with white belt, glossy tights, white stilletto shoes, I was heavily made up and wearing a short blonde wig in a flattering 'bobbed' style. The play room was ready with a heavy chair positioned in front of the long mirrors and white cords, ball gag and white gagging scarves were laid out. Looking at my reflection as I sat in the chair I wriggled uncontrollably in anticipation of what was going to happen to me. Pam carefully and methodically applied the cords to my wrists, elbows and around my chest, knees and ankles. I could feel my erection pulsing under the satin. More cords linked my wrists to my ankles which pulled me backwards in the chair and emphasised my helplessness. Pam then sympathetically asked if I had any last requests and I said 'please gag me sweetie'. With that a ball gag was strapped between my lips and more than one of those pretty white scarves tied over my mouth ensuring my total captivity, compliance and humiliation. Pam then said 'That will help you to control yourself' and then left me for a while to get ready to go out.
I was then aware of Pam entering the room carrying some more even longer cords which she wrapped over my thighs and around my chest. She tied them so tightly that I could hardly breath and commented 'That's real bondage for you'. I had never been tied so tightly before but soon became accustomed to it and I felt so sexy as my throbbing erection was near to bursting. Pam knew how to keep me on the edge and teased me mercilessly through the satin with a vibrator but stopped just short of bringing me to a climax. After adjusting the lighting to a very dull red and eery glow 'Bye bye little one' was her parting message as she shut the door and locked me in. I heard Pam drive away and then silence.
Bound and gagged, dressed as a satin maid, locked in that playroom alone in the house was a heavenly experience. I was a girl as I had always wanted to be and I had been dressed provocatively for my own sexual pleasure. The bondage was real as I would be totally dependent on someone else for my release from captivity. The warm glow of that room could be compared to a 'back to the womb' experience as I felt safe, loved, protected. I wriggled and struggled in my bindings and mewed into my gag as I saw my reflection in that long mirror. I remained on the edge until Pam returned to tease me with that vibrator.
Unfortunately there are no surviving pictures of this session but the one of me below gives an idea of what I look like in a maids outfit.