First drawing after becoming a patron of :iconparangsakti Here is a short story of Joanne's first predicament. Please give me feedback through comments or notes.
Joanne sighed into the gag feeling the cold cement between her legs. Despite the cement she was still warm in her favorite black catsuit. She tugged against the jacket hoping to feel a loss binding or a rusty buckle. All she got was the loud squeak and slippery feel usually associated with bindings like this.
The dark skin man smiled at her across the room. He wore a well tailored suit and had his legs crossed. He rested his elbow on his knee and his hand to support his head, "Enjoying my client's request Ms. Wilson?"
Joanne grunted against the snug tape. She tried to pull her hands apart hoping to find that super human strength. Joanne only got the all too familiar pull back one gets wearing latex. She sighed and took a deep breathe.
She was all too familiar with latex. At college a girlfriend introduced her to rubber panties. From there she had a decent wardrobe at her one bedroom apartment. She loved the slick and shine of it. The feeling when she touched her legs made her blush with excitement. When she got her first catsuit, she pleasured herself for an hour straight. After some water, Joanne picked up where she left off.
The man uncrossed his legs and turned to the camera running, "I know you do shows in your free time but you gotta admit this hard "
Joanne yelled through the tape a string of curses. The tape seemed to be acting as a censor.
Joanne was active in BDSM. That same girlfriend who showed her latex taught her everything she knew. Sadly that relationship ended after college. However, she had a talent for escape. After practicing with her girlfriend and on her self she could escape fairly well. Rope and cuffs she could wiggle out. Armbinders and similar restraints needed more work and practice. Joanne found that yoga was a great tool to improve flexibility and her endurance.
Joanne pulled at the restraints trying to pull her legs out. The cement though was starting to harden. The rules were to escape before the cement hardened. If she did, $10,000 cash would be in her pocket. If she did not escape or gave up that amount would $3,000 and another show with this man's client.
The man stood up. They were filming in an empty apartment building. Joanne was a skeptic about this at first but the man assured her that nothing bad would happen to her. He was polite and professional. He walk over to her and stood in front of her. He looked down at the cement and up at her. The man called Niko saw the sweat forming on her forward. He checked his watch, "From my guess you have 5 minutes before that hardens. Sure you don't want to give up?"
Joanne yelled through the gate a very clear curse that caused Niko to laugh.
Joanne worked as a engineer for a large company. That was her weekday job.On the weekends, she performed limited shows at the BDSM club called the 'Velvet Whip'. Joanne remembered visiting the place and going on stage. The Male Dominant was doing a show on rope bondage and asked her to escape. The ropework was complicated and tight. Joanne had to admit that he was good at it.
5 minutes of struggling and wiggling had the ropes on the floor.
The Dominant, with wounded pride, wanted another try. 5 more different bindings and 5 times she escaped.
The Dominant, named Henry, let his pride go and bought her a drink. They talked and Joanne found out that he was the owner. Henry was surprised by her gift but the audience loved it more. A fetish escape artist, he explained to her. After that she was a show at the Whip.
Joanne tugged and pulled. Twisted and turned in all directions trying to find that sweet spot. The one spot she could get loose. She turned hard only to be met with the same pull back at the same spot.
Joanne remembered when she met Niko. It was after a show where he stopped her. Niko explained that his client had seen her shows and wanted a private one with certain elements to it. Joanne turned it down even after hearing the amount they were willing to pay. It was Henry who changed her mind. He explained that he knew Niko and the clients. However, Henry would not divulge who they were. Henry valued privacy and understood keeping that a secret. His business was built on ensuring privacy for his customers, employees and clients
Joanne sighed and slumped forward. 2 hours in these restraints and the cement was getting harder and harder. If she did not find that -
Niko spoke, "My clients have enjoyed your performance. They are willing to pay you the full amount if you would just meet them." He raised his hands in surrender, "One hour with them, hear their proposal and that is it. You still get the money. They love your shows, your energy and passion." He sighed, "What is the harm in listening?"
Joanne took a deep breathe and sighed through the gag. She nodded slowly and her head slumped in resignation.
Niko smiled and gently took the tape off.
Joanne gasped and felt the familiar sting from it. She took a few deep breathes and noticed Niko with water and a straw.
"I need a verberal yes for signing purposes."
Joanne sighed again and said "I give up and would enjoy meeting your clients." She slowly moved her legs out of the cement still struggling against the thick rocky and Sandy feel.
"Excellent, let's get you cleaned up."