Tie-Me-Up is the nickname I gave to one of my regulars whenever I talk about him with my roommate Reuben.  To my regulars who are reading this post: please don’t freak out.  A nickname is just that — I don’t reveal a client’s personal information.  But when Reuben talks about his day at the office (we both hate his former colleague) sometimes I talk about my workday as a prostitute.  And just like Reuben, it’s the highlights – the bizarre, the funny, the truly entertaining – that I share.

Tie-Me-Up first emailed me a while back with a rather unusual request: I could do whatever I wanted to him sexually, he just wanted to be tied up while I was doing it.  As you may already know from reading my bio page, I’m not well versed in B&D, S&M, domination, etc.  In fact, I always turn down these kind of dates.  But Tie-Me-Up was so polite in his emails, and what he was asking for was really not anything so out of the ordinary (heck it’s just ropes), that I agreed.

Oh, and I forgot to mention the most important part.  When Tie-Me-Up asked for my rate, I quoted him an hour.  He agreed to it and then asked for a THREE HOUR appointment.  That’s very impressive in this economy.  And then he said I didn’t even have to spend all three hours with him!  If I got bored I could leave the room: all he asked was that I blind fold him and gag him if I were to leave him alone.  It was too good of a deal to pass up.  Plus, I have to admit I was curious. 

Tie-Me-Up ended being the most normal person I could have ever imagined.  A middle-aged guy with boyish looks and a very firm and toned body.  And exceedingly polite.  Impeccable manners.

I played it cool like I’ve done this many, many times.  But my eyes got bigger and bigger as he laid out all the props he brought.  There were nearly two miles of rope! 

And duct tape! 

Bandages! 

Tube socks! 

Pantyhose! 

Blindfolds!

Shit, I thought to myself, are we going to go rob a bank? 

We started by encasing his entire body in pantyhose.  We cut a hole in the crotch of the second pantyhose so that his head fit through it.  And then we extended his arms through where the legs go. 

Instantly his cock started dripping precum.  The pre-cum was so thick and white that it was visible and gooey through the pantyhose.  I swear it’s like he was peeing Elmer’s Glue.  I reached over and gave his cock a playful little tap.  Tie-Me-Up’s eyes closed.  His eyeballs went to the back of his head.  His eyelids kept fluttering. 

He was in ecstasy. 

The first time Tie-Me-Up came over I thought I had to use up all of the rope that he brought.  I started with his wrists and his ankles, then his arms, his shins.  When there was still so much rope left over I started wrapping the rope around his torso and his midsection and his quads.

By the time I was done he looked just like a mummy. 

Cassandra, he said, you are a very strong girl.

It was a very strenuous workout.  I was covered in sweat.  You try wearing 7” platform stilettos while trying to tie someone up with rope.  Works every muscle group, I guarantee it.

 The problem was that I had no idea what to do with him sexually.  Usually when a guy comes over he’s here for my candy and he’s sucking it and then begging for me to fuck him.  But with Tie-Me-Up it felt very much like a one-way street.  He was the helpless tied-up victim and I had to play the complete aggressor. 

I coudn’t do it.  I couldn’t get hard.  I needed Tie-Me-Up to worship my candy.  I needed him to beg me to fuck him.  He told me he wanted to be “raped” while he was tied and and helpless but my candy was having none of it. 

I tried rubbing my candy against his crack.  Nothing.  No sign of life in candy.

Then I tried to get him to suck me and get me hard.  But of course, he couldn’t.  I’d have to *force* him into doing that.  Again, it’s his fantasy.  I don’t know about you but forcing my candy down someone’s mouth where there’s lots and lots of teeth sounds awfully dangerous.

I tie him up in a few more different positions.  I was exhausted.  I just sat on the carpet after I untied the last knot and he had to free himself.  He came up to my toes (I had given up the heels by this point) and he came by rubbing his cock against the carpet while he sniffed and licked my toes. 

He said he really enjoyed himself and thanked me profusely as he was leaving.  He asked if he could come see me again. 

I said of course he can.  A three hour appointment is almost half my rent.  And it will also save me a trip to the gym next time!

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P.S.  If you are going to comment on this post, please do so respectfully to Tie-Me-Up.  We all have our fetishes and kinks; no one is more of a freak than anyone else.  I am honored that Tie-Me-Up chose me to be his play partner.  Comments that are disrespectful will be deleted.  Thank You, Cass. 

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