Work-Life Balance

(All individuals mentioned are all over the age of 18+ and were consenting to activities described)

I’ve tried my best to let my bondage-escort career be something of a paid hobby or side hustle. I enjoy my real career and make sure to do my best to ensure the two remain separate and that I take the utmost precaution to ensure my identity and lifestyles never clash.

So what am I supposed to do, when someone from work decides today is the day he wants to visit the dungeon my site runs? 

Let me do some explaining and provide contextualization. As many of you may know, the site I am a part of offers a small selection of services. These services usually include scheduled dates of a SFW or NSFW variety. It’s a kink dating / social media site so of course bondage is a pretty decent part of the equation. Normally, models can be requested and dates can be arranged. But there is a service that I normally steer away from, one that has a lot more people and a lot more problems. 

The site I work for owns and operates their own BDSM dungeon. It’s nicknamed ‘The Hall’ but I could never tell you why it got that name. A lot of people visit The Hall as a way to socialize, meet new people, try out new things, etc. I have never been there myself as I tend to like to do things privately and away from too many eyes. Of course, I knew that my time to help there would come and so it did.

The Hall often hosts big events and one of those events they often host is that of an introductory seminar/ workshop. It’s a way to bring in new people and expose them to the lifestyle and everything that we offer. Models are not necessarily on contract to attend but are usually encouraged. It’s probably my fault I got requested to attend, as I was probably one of the very few models who had not.

Look, according to the site I am a “Premium” model due to the amount of business and positive reviews I had received. I’m not going to lie when I say that I tried to argue that I didn’t need to go work at The Hall because of my status. They actually used it against me and said that it was because I was so popular that they wanted me for the next workshop. I didn’t want to step on toes or be a hassle so I agreed. 

The Hall was calling on several of its models, both male and female, to attend as a way to help with the social hours and demonstrations. They told us a general idea of what to expect, how to dress, and what compensation we’d get for helping. I was not thrilled and probably needed to just shut my mouth and behave, but then again, someone would probably help with that at The Hall anyway. I’ve said before I can be a bit of a brat at times, but I always at least try to not let it get the best of me.

The workshop/seminar was to be held on a Friday night. I was a bit ticked. I had to go to work, come home, get ready, and then head right out the door, but I was promised to pay for this and I need to be a team player. I won’t get into the specifics of my real life or real life job, but it may help if I provide some visuals and details to help with the coming information. Let’s say that I work as a consultant for some businesses. My job is to go in and help these different companies make the right decisions or purchases that will help benefit their profits or productivity. Because of this, I have to dress professionally and it can vary from place to place. Some places want me in a silk blouse, pencil skirt, tights, and heels. Some places want jeans, heels, a nice shirt or blouse. Regardless, with my figure, it can be hard to not look like a cliche porno character, especially with the secretary outfit I legit wear to work.

Side tangent time. Men in these workplaces. Let me be honest with you guys, Hr departments, as useless as they may seem, do protect women when men cannot act right in the office space. I can probably say that I have been hit on by random men from these companies that I visit at least twice a week for the past four years. It’s never anything aggressive or majorly inappropriate, but it does get annoying. Please leave women alone, especially if they don’t seem interested. It’s not worth risking your career to hit on the cute girl or hot woman in your office. I promise you, there are dating apps and social media sites for stuff like that. Plus, if you really want to hit on me of all people, you gotta do it right. Tell me you're going to tape me to an office chair and leave me in the storage room. I’m sure I won’t argue when you want to take me home when the office is empty and I’m all tied up. Point is, I get hit on. It sucks.

Anyway, on the topic of work Friday, I of course was going to visit a company that I had been helping/working with for the past few months, since about August. At this point, I knew most of the people there and for the most part they were pretty normal and respectful people. There was this one guy though and for privacy sake, let’s all call him Dave. Dave was easy to read. He did a good job not saying anything, but I could tell he liked me and was insanely awkward every time I was near him. He never bothered me or creeped me out, but he was very obvious, at least from my point of view. The reason I bring him up is obvious but now that I’m sitting here writing this, I should have seen the signs. 

I remember walking out of a meeting room and going to a desk they had set up for me. The office building was one of those places with the open concept seating and the inside of the building looked industrial (exposed brick vibes). I was wearing a silk light blue button down, a black pencil skirt, some coffee colored glossy pantyhose, and black heels. I normally don’t do too much makeup or hairstyles when I am in work mode, but I always do the right amount to be presentable. I also always wear my glasses to work, thinking it helps people see me a bit more normally. I also adjust my skirt when I sit down, it tends to ride up my leg and I don't want to risk a panty-shot. I do it no matter where I sit because I never know who's watching. When I sat down at my desk, I adjusted as usual, only to notice Dave was watching. He wasn’t being too obvious about it, sneaking glances from across the office space every once in a white. His desk was a row away and faced mine. I pretended like I didn’t see and continued with my work. 

I tend to be a good listener. I am gagged a lot so my ability to hear or concentrate has been a key skill I have honed for a long time now. I can hear conversations from just about anywhere near me, and pretty clearly too. Dave had a visitor at his desk, some other guy I hadn’t really gotten the name of but recognized, asking him if he’d come over for this small company social hour or happy hour that evening. Dave kinda gave a weak excuse, saying he had plans and somewhere to be at 7pm, the same time the event he was invited to was happening. I tend to talk to myself and quietly say “You and me both”. They never heard me.

When the work day was over I drove home, picked up some dinner, and tried to relax as much as I could before needing to get ready. Work got off at 4:30 and I was home by 5pm, so I knew I could eat, get ready, and be there in time. “So much for having a quiet Friday evening.” I said while finishing my dinner and opening my laptop. I wanted to refresh myself on what I needed to do and if I needed to bring anything. Luckily, everything would be there for me and I just needed to come naturally. I hopped right back into my car, let out a sigh of annoyance, and drove to The Hall.

When I arrived, I was guided by a man to a gated area where I could park my car. I think they have the model park in this area to prevent them from being in danger when leaving. Smart, but also a bit scary to think about. Ironic, coming from the girl who encourages her dates to kidnap her. I parked and quickly made my way inside through the back door. I was wearing a navy tank top and jean shorts with white sneakers. Nothing special, considering I’d most likely be changing once inside. 

The Hall was already letting people in and models were moving all over the place to get ready or go where they were needed. I found a spot to sit in front of a long line of mirrors and cosmetics and see what I needed to do. There were these printed itineraries for us all over the place and I took one to see what was required of me. As I read, several models said their ‘hellos’ and many sat near me to do their own makeup or hair. The Hall used to be an old strip club that was renovated and expanded to be a dungeon club. 

After some quick sight reading thanks to my real career, I was able to find my name and role for the evening: Stephanie / Demo Hall / Roundabout. “Dammit” I said, leaning back in my chair. I was not thrilled in the slightest. Demo Hall is a place where people can sit and learn about what The Hall has to offer with real models to help with demonstrations. Roundabout is where models will wander the halls to help answer questions, take requests, or socialize. I’m not anti-social, but I am definitely not extraverted. 

For The Demo Hall, I was asked to wear a black leather catsuit, black corset, black heeled boots, black gloves, black posture collar, and black leather gwendolyn hood. I had no issue getting to outfit on for the most part, but did need a fellow model to help cinching the corset to pull it tight as well as helping adjust my boobs so the cleavage came out right in the catsuit. A staff member came around and helped me apply the hood. I asked if I could be gagged underneath in which the staff cheekily said, “Of course you get to wear a gag”. I decided to keep things simple and shove a foam ball in my mouth. They had these foam balls there that can be shoved into mouths and expand once inside, filling the subs mouth and ensuring quietness. Once the ball was in my mouth, some black bondage-tying tape was placed in strips over my mouth to seal my lips and keep the gag in place. Once done, the hood went on and my hair, despite being short to medium length, was pulled through the top into a high ponytail. Though my ponytail was shorter than most of the other demo models. 

In case you don’t know, a gwendolyn hood is a hood with a large opening at the front. It shows most of the face, cutting off just below the wearer's nose and halfway up their forehead. They are really cool and not really uncomfortable. The hood helps keep the gag in place by covering it while being pulled and secured tightly. The girls were all asked to stand still as we were collared, leashed, and our arms slipped and secured in black leather armbinders. There were three of us attending the demo session. One girl was ginger from the looks of it, she was a bit taller than me but her cup size was smaller, probably a C or B cup. Her ass was pretty big though and I was shocked she fit in her catsuit. The other girl was around the same height as me, maybe an inch or two taller. She was blonde, had a really slim and athletic figure and pretty green eyes. We kinda moaned and groaned as we bumped into each other as we were being escorted to the demo area, giggling through our gags.

We were led by leash to what looked like a makeshift staging area. A male announcer and member of the security team were going over all of the do’s and don’t of the dungeon. “Alright now, here at The Hall we have many models from our site. Some are here to play and others are here to work. Let’s show you the difference.” He waved at the staff and they led us onto the stage. We got a lot of whistles and hollering from the crowd. I had never seen this many people in one place. The staff spread us apart, placing me in the middle. They then removed the other girls' collars, and replaced them with the same posture collars, but in different colors. The ginger got a white collar and the blonde got a red one. I was a little sad at first that I didn't get a different color, until the announcer started to explain. “There are three colors here at The Hall and you are going to learn them or face the consequences. White, this girl is down to play, any model wearing white accessories is looking to have some fun in any of our playrooms.” He lightly pulled her close, watching as she squirmed with excitement. “Black. These girls don’t typically work The Hall but can be found on our site. They may not be looking to play today, but you’ll know they're down to play if they come to you. If not, their info can be found on the site and you can reach them there.” He gave me a look and could tell I wasn't interested in being his play-thing, he still decided to tug on my leash which caused me to yell out behind the gag and regain my footing. “ Lastly is Red, these girls are off limits. They are either reserved for VIP or are assisting staff, do not bother them. He put his arm around the red-collar girl for her to shrug him off, showcasing how she wasn’t interested either. 

So that explains that much. White is right, Black will be back, and Red is dead. Makes sense. The announcer continued to go over etiquette, showing the visitors and patrons how to touch the models and how not to. He ended up slapping each of our asses again to show what would happen if any of them tried. Point was, he was trying to educate everyone on the rules and expectations of being at The Hall. While we were standing there, I decided to get a look at the crowd. I didn’t see anyone or anything that caught my eye. Then, all of a sudden, I got this feeling. I scanned the room again, until I saw what was making me feel so strange. I was positive, without a doubt, that Dave was here and in that crowd. I swore it was him. I got really nervous and embarrassed. I wanted to get out of there. Of course, I couldn't make a scene on stage, so I waited until we were taken away.

Once we made it back to the dressing room, we were given some instructions on where to go next. Some girls moved to play rooms, others went to mingle, The girls in black were given two choices. Either find a member and have some kinky fun or walk around, sit with them and vibe. Of course, If we chose to not go to the playrooms, we had to stay bound and gagged. I figured I was already secured, might as well just go around and find a corner to sit and hide in until I was off the clock. But before I could make my way, a staff member approached me and asked If i’d like to do some ‘display’ work. I wasn’t sure what she meant, and since I was gagged, I wasn’t able to ask any questions. Instead, she grabbed my leash and dragged me to a class display case. She explained that some models will sit in cages or cases for display purposes. I figured I could hide in a case amongst the many models and nodded my head in agreement. 

The staff member opened the case and had me squat down to get inside. I was placed on my butt with my legs secured in a frogtie with belt buckles. I was then pushed into the glass case and the panel behind me slid in, sealing me within. The case had holes on the sides to allow for air, but I was essentially going to be a piece of furniture or decoration. They picked up the case with me inside and placed it on a cart. They then placed a blanket or cover over the case, keeping me hidden as they loaded me onto a crat and wheeled me through the halls towards the main social hall. Once there, the cover was lifted, exposing me to all the people around me. 

I had to remain calm. All of those eyes staring at me, I may as well have been naked with the embarrassment and exposure I’d felt. Several people would walk by or come over to stare at me and get a good look. I tried to not stare back, but decided to struggle and look all desperate, just to keep them happy and enjoy the show. I looked around and saw at least three other girls in display cases and I’m pretty sure they all got blindfolds. Why didn't I get one? Regardless, I sat in that case, struggling and moaning through my gag in an attempt to do my job, while also wishing to go home. I kept my eyes out for the man I believed to be Dave. I was worried he was going to find me amongst the sea of models and visitors and recognize me. I sat there, being watched and monitored by so many people. My thoughts ran wild. I tried to cope with my situation, convincing myself that the hood and catsuit would disguise me properly. That I wouldn't be discovered. My eyes darted around, I was on the lookout for him. Then my fears came true. 

He was in the lobby hall and he was just a few feet from me. Many people had come to crouch down and look at all the girls in their cases, and I could see him looking at a model in a case nearby. He was making his rounds, seeing all the models on display. I knew he would eventually be right in front of me and had to find a way to prepare. Before I could even come up with a plan, he and someone with him , possibly another like-minded individual he’d met were not observing my glass case. I looked at his friend, never making contact with Dave. Now that he was this close, I knew it was him. I tried my best to not give it away that it was me, I prayed my outfit was enough of a disguise to keep my identity a secret. “This is why I don’t work here!” I thought to myself as their eyes traveled across my tightly bound body. Eventually, they left and after what felt like half an hour or so more, a staff member came to collect my case and wheel me back to the staff area of the building.

Once we made it back, I was let out of the box, while girls in shibari rope were starting to climb in. I was then told again if I wanted to roam or find a playroom and have some monitored but casual fun. I decided to do a playroom and asked if I could potentially move to ‘red’ status. The staff member initially told me no, but later said they’d ask a manager and see if I could get better treatment. As I was being released from my outfit and bondage, a manger appeared and immediately recognized me with my hood removed. “Nah, are you kiddin me? She’s a premium model on the site! Let her wear some red. It's fine!” He stormed off like he didn't have time for this staff member's incompetence. I was asked to change into special navy blue latex boots, gloves, and underwear. I was shocked they had a size that fit my chest and it was surprisingly not uncomfortable. They used this chemical thingy to make it real shiny before finishing it off with red leather cuffs and collar. I really wanted to keep this latex outfit. I loved the color and feeling, but I never asked if I could. Hell, I’d even ask to buy it outright. 

I decided to add some quick makeup, specifically in the lipstick department, by adding red lip gloss to really accent the cuffs. I asked if I could wear a facemask in the hall on my way to the VIP area and the staff allowed me. I threw one on before being escorted to the VIP area of The Hall. The VIP had its own bouncer, just like the one out front. The staff flashed their idea and led me inside where a set of doors closed behind us. This part of the building was quieter and the playrooms lined both sides of the walls. I was eventually dropped off inside one and told me to get comfortable before a client arrived. I sat down on a bed in the corner of the room and waited for a bit. My eyes wandered around the room at all of the sex furniture and sex toys laid out everywhere. I could hear the sounds of the people next door, clearly deep into a heavy BDSM session. I removed my mask and continued to wait, wondering what I’d do with my client. I wasn’t used to this kind of environment, but at least I was safe and surrounded by staff and security. 

The door opened, and a man was escorted inside by a different staff member and security member. Their door closed and a timer on the wall illuminated with the numbers 45:00. I got up and approached the man. He was not Dave. My plan worked, I had avoided my potential disaster, only at the small cost of having to do a play session. We all make small sacrifices to avoid discomfort. The man was quick to introduce himself as “Liam”. I said my hellos and asked how I may be of assistance for him tonight. He asked what I offered and I gave him the details. He was admittedly disappointed by my lack of sex options, but his comments on my body immediately helped him get over it. I told him that, as the clock went down, he had full access within my limits. We both signed a consent form on the nearby table by the door and I could tell he wanted to get right to it and not waste anymore time.

He had me approach a sort of bull or half cylinder shaped cushion on the floor. It was made of a matted/soft material that was not unpleasant to sit on. My legs slid off the sides of the cushion, and he took some cuffs from a nearby table, attached them to my ankles, then secured those cuffs with some chains to the floor. I couldn't move or leave the cushion.  He had me place my hands behind my back and connected my wrist cuffs with another very small chain, securing my hands. I pulled and struggled and couldn’t get free or budge too much. He then took one of the balls we use to shove in our mouths and began pressing it into mine. Once my mouth was filled, a large red ball gag decorated my lips and pushed the foam ball into place, effectively keeping me quiet. 

I glanced up at the clock on the wall, wanting to know just how long I had to hold out for until I was released and home free. 38:58. Damn, guess he didn’t spend a whole lot of time securing me, so it makes sense that only a few minutes had passed and not a lot. He tugged on my cuffs, both on my wrists and the ones on my ankles. I could budge somewhat, especially my upper body, but freedom was unlikely. He picked up a remote and started messing with it. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was trying to accomplish, only for my answer to come from beneath me. The cylinder cushion I was riding was now vibrating. I noticed the area where I was saddled in particular, was colored differently and vibrated stronger. This was tame at first, but as he kept pressing the remote, more and more, the sensations and reactions got stronger. He sat next to me and fondled my breasts. I could only groan and grunt through my gag. I tried to protest and resist, but the feeling was distracting me and causing me to lose focus and control of myself. 

His hands moved all over my body, squeezing and caressing me as the vibrations from the saddle drove me insane. I could not focus, I could not resist. I tried, but the vibrations only got more intense, which kept me from being able to put up any defense. I moaned and groaned, trying my best not to let the arousal get the best of me. He was clearly trying to get a rise out of me, and I could tell he was looking for a way to get his own release. I was not in the mood to see his man hood so I shut my eyes in the hopes that I wouldn't catch a glimpse of anything. I could hear the sounds moving behind me, and I prayed that he wouldn't get too close to me. I couldn’t keep my guard up too long though, as the saddle was still ramping up in intensity, leading me to climax on my own. 

I screamed through my gag, releasing all of the pleasure and ecstasy building up beneath me. He wasn’t done though, but I could tell my noises had accelerated his own climax. I still kept my eyes shut, catching my breath and waiting for this stupid saddle to stop vibrating. Eventually the noises behind me stopped and the saddle abruptly stopped. I opened my eyes and the man was now in front of me, fully dressed again. He released my ankles and I slid off the saddle onto the glossy wooden floor. I was still bound and gagged and eventually realized it, trying to adjust myself into an upright position and struggling to signal I wanted out. The man lightly slapped my cheek and ass before pulling on my wrists and undoing my gag. I spit out the foam ball by pushing it out with my tongue, but before I could speak, his hand covered my mouth and shut me up again. “We still got 10 minutes, let’s make the most of it” He said while fondling my breast with his free hand. I moaned, groaned, and tried to get away from him, but he held me so tightly. My wrists were still bound and when he noticed I was pulling on my cuffs, his large remaining hand went and held my wrists together, preventing me from struggling or escaping. It was fun pretending to resist him. I think he caught on that I was trying to keep the roleplay going if that's what he wanted.

I sat there, still his captive for those last 10 minutes. When the clock finally hit zero, I let out a sigh of relief as his hands finally let go of me, and freed me from my cuffs. He thanked me for the time and left the room, leaving me alone in it. I got up, adjusted my outfit, and made my way to the door, letting a security member escort me back to the dressing room. Once there, I sat down in one of the chairs facing the mirrors and got undressed. I had to use the restroom and had only my underwear back on before I said screw it and went. I saw so many models going in and out, changing and chatting. Some looked excited and some tired. When I got back to my chair, an employee had collected my outfit from the floor nearby, which caused me to put on a pouty face because I really did want that latex outfit. Regardless, I threw on my jean shorts and navy tank top and looked for like five minutes trying to find my shoes. Once I finally had gotten my life and belongings together, I made my way to my car and as I left, I looked very carefully to see if Dave was anywhere in sight. Luckily, I didn’t see him again. All i cared about now was going home and getting paid for my time.

I remember going into work on Monday a few days later. I tried to avoid Dave like the plague. I prayed and prayed he didn't recognize me or put two and two together. I ended up having my last day at that company the following week. I had no issues or embarrassing situations. Until, one day, when I logged into my account and saw my inbox. He had messaged a request from me. I basically died of embarrassment. His message only read, “I think you were at my work, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me ;)” I told him he had the wrong person and blocked him. I don’t use my real name on The Site, and I was not going to take any risks. I don’t know if I will ever return to that company. It is extremely rare for my work to repeatedly visit a company after we have left. I don’t think Dave will tell people about what he saw but if he did, I’ll rain hell on him. I’m sure he will fear a 5’5 wasian girl.