GOING FOR A RIDE . . .

 

 

 

 

Unable to see because of the tight leather hood over my head, laced and strapped extra tight . . . but I could still fully sense and get a clear picture of my predicament . . . I'm in a wheel chair with my arms wrapped in rope holding them tightly against the arms of the chair.

 

We're not just talking my wrists where I may have had a chance to free myself. The rope starts at my wrists and is completely encasing my forearms all the way until my arms bend at the elbows. I can't get them to even budge at all.

 

My calves are tied exactly the same way to the foothold braces. Wrapped tightly in rope from my ankles to my knees, which, due to my bondage are spread wide apart . . . this is an extra wide wheel chair.

 

With my knees so far apart, my tighter skirt, which is normally down to my knees, has been pushed up to the top of my thighs leaving my silk panties easy for anyone to see and or touch.

 

As I struggle, I make little to no progress. I'm finding it a little harder to breathe because of the rope above, below and tightly crisscrossing my breasts and the back of the chair.

 

I can feel my blouse has been opened and pulled back so bra is also in plain view. My normally nicely sized breasts are pushed out further from the ropes, which I'm sure my Captor is enjoying.

 

Unable to see, I have no idea where they're taking me . . . I'm guessing I've been rolled into the back of a Van, but don't know for sure. Pretty sure me being helpless in a wheelchair has made taking me for this ride that much easier.

 

I'm helpless, nervous, scared and at their mercy . . . yet also getting wet from the experience and the bumps in the road . . . almost as if they're hitting every bump on purpose . . .

 

 

 

THE EARLY YEARS . . .

 

 

 

 

I've always loved being on Stage, being front and center whenever possible. From Kindergarten Plays to Miss Teen Beauty Pageants to Diner Shows. Didn't matter if the Curtain had just come up or if it was the Final Scene of the Final Show for that Play.

 

The thrill I felt at those moments, really can't fully be explained unless you experience yourself. For me, it always started by just making me unbelievably happy, bringing a big smile to my face. Learning early on to curb that problem after one too many smiles during death scenes.

 

That happiness would feed the adrenaline to my chest as I would breathe a little heavier a few hours before, during and some time after each Show. Again, for me, it didn't matter what Show, when or where, this excitement within me was always there and always a little better and more intense then the last time.

 

As the years progressed and I was in my early 20's this excitement drove me in other ways. You've heard how much better sex can be after an argument? I've never experienced that. What I have experienced many times is 'After Curtain Call' sex . . . and I can promise you . . . its f'n intense.

 

When I was the lead in a Show I'd push for my own Dressing Room when ever possible. It didn't happen too often in the smaller towns and Cities of Kansas, where often I shared my Room with Mr. Broom and Mrs. Mop . . . Mrs. Mop was a bitch and very high maintenance.

 

When I was able to swing that rare Private Dressing Room it helped a lot. No need to wait for sex, my 'After Curtain Call' sex . . . it could start right after that final curtain drop and last for hours.

 

Often it would be with the best looking Back Stage Hand who've I've long since been getting my best Flirts on with . . . Remember, I'm an Actress.

 

With as many different shows I've done there's been just as many very Helpful Stage Hands to join me in my celebrations of a Show Well Done. Having such physical jobs, these guys were in great shape and had a lot of endurance . . . always making sure my needs were fully satisfied before I return the favor with my version of a long round of applause.

 

As fun as these strong Stage Hands were to ride long and hard, nothing beats the celebrations I've had with some of the Girls working the Snack Counters.

 

Hands down favorite? Cindy from Kansas City, but this requires some backstory first. It was a Show about the Mafia. As the Wife of the Boss, I wasn't the lead but I did spend a lot of time on Stage . . . Just not the way you'd expect.

 

Early on in the second scene, I would be kidnapped and held hostage by Enemies of the Boss, my Husband. Tied to a chair and gagged, I had become just part of the set just helplessly struggling in the background.

 

In one of the first few performances of this Show, while I was doing my acting and struggling, I ended up getting free which caused some major problems.

 

The Director was Pissed Off Big Time and was about to fire me when I said, "I'm not some fragile little Girl, just have them tie me up for real so I can't get loose. I can handle it." The Director let out an angry "Fine!" and called the two guys playing the Thugs who kidnap me.

 

Bob and Joe, otherwise known as {Thug 1} and {Thug 2} came over and nervously stood in front of the Director. The Director, in his best, 'I'm in Charge, don't F with me voice', continues, "Listen Guys, we can't have this bitch getting loose again like that and ruining another Scene."

 

Bob and Joe shaking their heads in agreement. "For the rest of this Show you need to tie her up good and tie her up so there's zero chance of her getting loose until I decide." Again, Bob and Joe shake their heads yes. "If she does get loose early both of you will be looking for work."