HIDING . . .

 

 

 

The Leather Arm Binder he used on me was one of the better ones. Or maybe it was just how careful he was to cross and tighten the shoulder straps fully, before tightly lacing and strapping it around my wrists and elbows . . .

 

Which ever reason, or maybe a combination of both, I can't get my arms free. With my hands pushed into tight fists at the bottom of the Arm Binder, just that single strap around my wrists, was enough to make it impossible to get out!

 

Being only halfway through his two hour Rental of Latex Blue, I wouldn't normally be trying so hard to get free. I love it when I'm helpless so I can struggle like crazy. But if the Bondage is bad, I try not to get loose . . . it can hurt the Customer's feelings.

 

But after rushing me into the closet before running out to leave me Helpless and at the mercy of his Insanely Jealous and currently Very Pissed Off Girlfriend . . . well all bets are off! Problem is, he's really fucking good at this Arm Binder thing and I'm stuck!

 

She hasn't found or even heard me in here, and that's how I need to keep it. Struggling to free yourself from Bondage can be a Challenge . . . but trying to do it in the pitch dark of someone else's small closet while not making any noise . . . that's a whole new level of Difficult!

 

He's long gone. The yelling went on for close to ten minutes. The front door slammed and I could hear a car, needing a new muffler, speed off after spinning it's tires un-necessarily. Even with him gone, the yelling continued.

 

"Fucking Asshole! I know he's cheating on me again! That's why he can't get his cock up any more! Too worn out from sticking it in the mouth of some skanky ass Cunt! If I ever find out who this Bitch is, she's going down and fucking hard!"

 

So the option of coming out of the closet and saying, "Excuse me, but do you mind taking off this Arm Binder? Then I'll just be on my way . . . have a Nice Day", well, that's off the table. Especially since I'm gagged solid under the black latex hood. The only holes are for my nose and my eyes . . . the mouth is sealed.

 

I'm always gagged under the hood, for two reasons. Valid excuse for no talking about the weather or other awkward conversation some guys or girls try to have with me while putting me into bondage, teasing or punishing me. Also, takes away a major portion of my freedom or control over a Rental Session.

 

Yes, I make good money renting myself out, but that's not the top reason I do this. I want to be tied, to be helpless, to have BDSM experiences outside of my control. Being unable to talk my way out or beg someone to stop, increases the tingle in my pussy two fold and adds to the wetness growing inside the latex.

 

If She finds me like this right now, I'm gonna get killed! I'm staying silent in the closet while she's being anything but silent. Screaming, yelling, stuff I can't even understand or hear at times over the crashes, banging and other noise of item flying about.

 

REFLECTION . . .

 

 

 

I'm as quiet and as tucked as far back in the corner of the closet as I can be. Being found right now by this Pissed off Girlfriend scares the hell out of me, while the fantasies of how she may punish me if she did are running rampant through my mind . . .

 

These keep making me want to just step out, lay face down on the bed with my ass up, hoping she gets the hint to Spank me. Another loud crash of some other glass item hits the wall near the closet door and I decide to stay hidden.

 

Reflecting back on other past experiences that went off the tracks, as in way off the tracks. Like the last time I rented myself out in Emerald Green Latex . . . the Red Dragon Lady was an expert at Rope Harnesses . . . and perfectly placed double knots . . .

 

I came more times that day without even trying! The slightest touch or grab of the ropes anywhere near my crotch sent me over the edge! I could squirm a little or even walk . . . orgasming again! I miss that Bondage and am going to offer her a Free Rental if I survive this.

 

The Arm Binder is different. I'm still helpless to get Free, but even worse, helplessly unable to cum! My hips are still dry humping trying to get some friction between the Latex and my cliterous . . . but its so wet and slippery right now inside there . . . it's just sliding around and not helping my cause.

 

Sure, I should be putting my thoughts and efforts towards how to escape this . . . and I will . . . right after I can find something like that corner bedpost to grind into hard! Then, right after, I'll see about getting away . . . Priorities . . .

 

The noise and yelling is growing, and I believe she's starting to flip over some of the smaller furniture, nightstands, etc. I'm sure the stuff she's wrecking can't all belong to her Boyfriend. The loudest crash yet just hit the door to the closest and the door is slowly and loudly swinging open . . . "Oh Yeah! He still hasn't fixed the Fucking Closet Door yet! He's Fucking useless! God Dammit!"

 

Tucked into the corner, silent and still, I even slow my breathing and am limiting the motion of my dry humping hips . . . can't stop completely . . . just can't! Fuck I Need To CUM!

 

I can see her and a lump of fear hits my gut! As I realize the beam of sunlight reflecting perfectly off of my freshly silicone polished Latex just hit her in the eyes! Her head jerks in my direction like a wild animal that just discovered it's next meal!

 

Before every Rental, part of getting my equipment ready is the silicone polishing process of whatever color of Latex my Customer Requested . . . this is one time, I wished I had skipped that step!

 

With a "What The Fuck Is That?!?!" and a rushing of me in my, no longer good, hiding spot, I take in a deep breath for whatever is about to happen . . .