Your Son Calls me Mommy Too

For the longest time as a bondage escort and model I have been blessed and cursed with the people I meet. I can vet them for days and still end up with someone who is either incompetent, ignorant, narcissistic, idiotic, negligent, or any other negative personality trait you can think of.

On the flipside, I have met decent folk and even a small amount of fellow models who I have even become regular friends with. Not a bad little side career I have made for myself. I have really enjoyed it for the most part and am curious if more cities will start using our APP/Website. I’d hope more like minded people will find it and make use of it in one way or another.

The only issue with attracting like-minded people, is that they come in all shapes, sizes, and… ages. Look, I am not ageist and have been very open and accommodating to my older clientele. They are more often than not much older than me and I have gotten very used to that. I have noticed the older they are, the more respectful and simple with me, but the vice versa is applied to those on the younger side. 

I have never had a situation like this fall into my lap, but of course, like most things, this was inevitable.

A 19-year old reached out in my messages, requesting a bondage date with me. 

Y’all I am 25 years old and I have never had a dom younger than me. I was shocked how he just went for it, barely legal and he wasted no time getting his wallet out and requesting an escort from our site. Brave little boy. I was actually kinda shocked he went for it, especially since we have models who are closer to his own age.

Regardless, I sat at my desk, staring at my laptop screen, deciding what to do. It’s funny how I dress at home compared to work and “work”. At home, I dress comfy. No bras, barely ever pants, just undies with a loose shirt or tank top. I like pastels so those colors dominate my closet. I had a bad tendency to just walk around topless and my roommates and family had to sit me down so I could stop living like a wild animal. I also often wear my glasses at home because most doms prefer contacts and of course, I very often gag myself when home. 

Look. I like the feeling and I have noticed that I often go days without talking when home, so might as well just make it official. I already told you guys that I write all my stories. Either a piece of microfoam tape (stuffed or unstuffed) or a stuffed OTM gag with a soft cloth. It has kinda gotten to the point where if I am home and not doing anything productive, I just gag myself and go about my day. 

Ironically, when I sit at my desk and read out the messages and requests, I often gag-talk my way through them and even gag-talk to myself. Sometimes, when really indecisive or needing to talk myself through a decision, I'll remove my gag so I can speak clearly and hear my thoughts aloud. This was one such situation. Specifically, I wore a lavender shirt, far too short as it was basically a crop top, with my hot pink panties and white socks, my face decorated with my black rimmed glasses and a firm piece of 4 inch white microfoam tape pressed over my lips. I ripped the tape off in a desperate need to rant and talk myself through this guy's message and bravado.  

I paced back and forth in my room. His message, though I don’t have it in front of me or saved anymore went along these lines:

“Hello! I saw your page and you are absolutely beautiful! I’d love to take you out on a date, maybe dinner and if things go well, maybe we could do some bondage! I’m pretty new to the scene and lifestyle but your profile does mention how you accept newbies and are willing to help them. I know some things, but I’d love to have you help me make you as comfortable and pleasured as possible. I’m home from school for another week so that’s the only time we can do something. Let me know if we can chat and maybe plan something.”

At least he was polite, but dude I’m like six years older than you! I am a woman! You still have an age that begins with one! I was angry because he wasn’t being a creep but his age was just such unexplored territory for me. What should I do? I mean, I could simply deny him and move on, but my inbox isn't exactly popping with reasonable requests. Mostly just creepy or demanding men. This guy was the only one who had any sort of potential. I checked his profile and his info was indeed screened by the site and approved. He really was 19 years old. Barely legal in my eyes. 

I was not getting into a legal battle or illegal trap, so I messaged the site’s admin to double check for me before I even engaged. This was in the morning, so I decided to go about my day and leave this guy on read. By the mid-afternoon, the site’s admin got back to me, letting me know that everything checked out and his driver's license info was solid. I decided to get back to messaging him and see what he had in mind. The least I could do is hear him out.

I gave him a pretty soft ball response and waited. He got back to me fast and was very excited about my interest in him. I wouldn’t call it interest, more like curiosity. He walked me through his idea of a date / bondage session and it was pretty tame. He would wine and dine me basically, taking me to a restaurant of his choosing, before driving us to his home (or his parents home if we are being more honest) where we would engage in simple bondage fun in his bedroom. The standard stuff, things like: tying, gagging, fondling, groping, spanking, and cuddling. Fine, that isn’t an insane request. 

I decided, only for the sake of my curiosity, to accept. I wanted to see just how he’d mess this up. The good news is I was getting free dinner out of this. I told him over messaging that I’d pay for dinner since he was paying for the date, but he insisted that he pay to properly pamper me. This guy was definitely going to ask me out. On that topic, this is a very common occurrence in my paid hobby. Dozens of the models and escorts have been asked out and some even proposed to. Very few of the girls ever actually accept because of just how complicated things are. I am currently single (long personal story I won’t bore you with) and have definitely considered getting back into the dating world. I am Bi, and I have successfully dated both genders so at least I have gone further than most people who call themselves Bi. This guy is 100% looking for a relationship out of this but I highly doubt he is going to woo me. (Spoiler Alert: He does not.)

We agreed on a Sunday night date because he had to go back to school on Wednesday and I had no work until 

Monday Evening. I didn’t need to pack anything so I just grabbed a decent sized purse and filled it with a roll of white Microfoam tape and a pair of rolled up socks, along with my usual purse items like lipstick and things like that. I didn’t really know the full details of the first half of the date, so I decided to dress somewhere between casual and fancy. I wanted to look pretty but not over the top. 

I went with a white dress. One with a high floofy shirt and no straps for the shoulders. I wore coffee opaque glossy pantyhose underneath and matched it with some white stiletto heels. My purse was also white, which was a lucky match. My nails were pink which should be a decent match, too much white and I might look like a ghost. I wore a white headband and curled my hair to give it a wavy look. I considered red lipstick but stuck with pink lip gloss. I added some white eyeshadow and black liner to just finish off the angel look I wanted. 

Now you might be asking, “Hey Steph, you sure are putting a lot of effort into an outfit for a date with a stranger that you have no intention of dating.” First of all, I want to look cute, no matter who it is for, and secondly, I am not going to make a low effort when someone is renting me as not only their date, but also bondage date. I waited a ways away from my townhome for him to pick me up. I kinda felt self conscious even though I looked cute and not slutty. Eventually his red sports car drove up and he quickly got out and opened my door for me. At least he was being gentlemanly. 

We drove for a little bit, having a tame conversation to pass the time on the drive. I had this bad habit of checking my phone, so I decided to toss it in my purse to stop myself from looking rude. We eventually arrived at this Italian restaurant in this cute shopping center which had an absolutely packed parking lot. I was confident we were going to have to find a spot far away but he just drove up to the valet and we walked in no sweat. I felt weird being pampered like this. I'm a middle class girl and have worked hard for myself but being treated like a queen was new to me. 

Imagine my total unsurprised face when we walked in and he had already made a reservation. On the website his profile was “Ty” but he told the girl running the house that his name was Tyler. Again, he was being as mature as he could in front of me. While we waited for the women to collect our menus, a woman nearby complimented my outfit and made me feel less on edge about the date. We were taken to our seats from there, a nice place next to the window, close to the corner of the main dining area. A bit of privacy made me loosen my tense shoulders and take a breath.

We chatted for a while, talking about our education, family life, job occupations, and of course he had to bring up our dating experience. I was honest and told him I was Bi and he seemed shockingly nonchalant about it, almost like he expected me to say that I was. He told me how he had a high school sweetheart but was too fragile emotionally to date. This Tyler was an interesting character. He came from a well off family but worked for most of his money since his early days in high school. He was attending a good college with a good career lined up down the road. My brain started to twist. Was I really considering that this guy would be a good partner for me? I shook my head, trying to shake my head clean of these thoughts, mumbling how I might be getting too spoiled.

Our food came and the conversation continued all the way until the check came and we stood up to leave. I’m a light eater so I didn’t feel guilty for what I ordered as the prices there were high, so my little tummy was full of something much smaller and cheaper than normal. We got back into his car and started to make our way to his house. During the drive, I went through the procedure and the do’s and don’ts. We went over safe signals and the best way to tie me up without hurting me and that he could gag me at the end so I could guide him along. I could tell he was excited about having me all by himself, but a part of me sensed another emotion from his body language which screamed ‘nervousness’.

I wondered if he was nervous because of me or some outside factor that was eating at him. I decided it was nervousness towards this bondage part of the date and left it at that. We arrived and parked out of his house. It was a nice one story ranch-style house. We walked up the front path and entered. The house was quiet and before I had a chance to look around he took my hand and led me to his room, almost making sure to get me there as fast and quietly as he could. We arrived at a decent sized room, with the normal 19-year old furniture and decorations you’d expect. I placed my purse down and sat at the foot of his bed and let him get organized and oriented. 

He turned to me with some rolls of duct tape and I was not surprised. He did say he was new to the kink lifestyle and only knew so much. Duct tape can be a pain but I have endured worse so I let him use it on me. “Okay, let’s start from my feet and we will work our way up.” I said as he kneeled down at my feet. “You can take my heels off if you want or leave them on if you like how they look on me.” He pondered for a minute before keeping them buckled on my feet. I shrugged my shoulders and continued saying, “Okay, first take the tape and start wrapping it around my ankles. Don’t press it too tightly, but tight enough that it stays firmly in place.” He took the roll and began wrapping the tape around. The sound of the tape getting louder each time he pulled it to make room. He finished and asked what's next. “Good job! Now, place and wrap the tape here, here, and here.” I said while pointing at my knees and thighs. He did so, standing me up so he had a better position to wrap them. His hands were firm and a bit cold. I could feel them through my pantyhose and twitched a little. Once he finished, I sat back down and he stood up, waiting for my next instructions. 

“Okay, now for the torso. Let’s start with my wrists and arms.” I scooted over and twisted to sit sideways, so my back was now facing him. “Take my wrists and place them downward behind my back. Wrap them with tape until they are secured.” He did so, this time much faster as he had caught on to what to do. “Next, do the same to my elbows, don't worry, I’m flexible so it won't hurt.” He pulled my elbows together before taping them, pinning my arms together. “Now, take that tape and wrap it around me. Go above and below my boobs, so the arms are pinned to my back.” He was a bit confused at first, but figured out what I meant and began weaving the tape around my chest. He was trying so hard not to grab my breasts, which was funny considering I’d given him permission to grope me once I was all tied up. He finished taping me and I could still pull my wrists outward and asked if he could tape those down too, one more wrap on my tummy to fully keep my arms pinned. He did so, ensuring I’d never get free easily.

“Not bad for your first time!” I said, praising him to see if I could get a rise out of him. “Okay last part, let’s go over your options before we finish the job and move on. In my purse, you will find a pair of rolled up socks. You will take those and firmly shove them in my mouth. It will keep me much quieter. You will then have a choice. You can use the white tape in my purse and wrap it around my mouth a few times, or you can use your duct tape and place several strips of it over my mouth to make sure it all stays in place and keeps me quiet. He held both tapes in his hand, before placing mine back in my purse and began pulling the duct tape long enough to take a strip off. He was about to place a piece of tape over my mouth before I stopped him and reminded him that the socks needed to go first.

He reached for the socks and very gently, began shoving them in my mouth. He pushed and adjusted, his fingers brushing against my lips as he did. With my cheeks puffing out, he went back for the tape and pressed a piece firmly on my mouth, sealing my lips. He took more pieces, probably around six or seven more, and placed them around and overlapping each other, covering my mouth and shutting me up for good. He stood back placing the tape on a dresser behind him and taking a good look at me. He sat down and asked if I was okay and if everything was correct. I struggled lighty and adjusted, looking for pain or discomfort. Luckily, he did everything right and I was properly secured. He told me to call for help through my gag, to test how quiet I had become. “Hhmmmmm”, I called out weakly and could barely hear myself. “Awesome” he said while sitting next to me. I decided to see how much I could toy with him, even while tied up and let myself fall into his shoulder, leaning on him. His member rose through his pants and I was surprised how easy he might be to mess with. I rubbed my breasts up against him, rotating so they’d jiggle and squeeze perfectly in his line of sight. He wrapped his arms around me and fondled my breasts. I let out some moans through my gag, the way he squeezed and massaged the theme felt good and was hard to resist. He leaned in and kissed my neck, softly biting me, as if to give me a very subtle hickey. He paid for my dinner, he’d earned that much. 

He knew the rule on no sex, but there weren't any rules on stuff like this. Guess I should have been more specific but who cares. He laid me down, basically towering over me as he continued to grope and fondle my boobs and thighs. He squeezed my butt, causing me to let out little yelps through my gagged mouth. I was enjoying myself, he had me completely at his mercy, I was now his property. His hands moved down further towards my crotch and he rubbed his hands back and forth where my panties were. I started to shake and moan excessively. Was he really going for this? No toy, no penetration? He was going to make me cum just by the sensations and touching alone? He continued further, even moving his mouth to my ear, softly biting my earlobe. I let out a loud moan of excitement. His voice got deeper and the way his voice traveled down my ear caused me to vibrate with joy. He had me dead to rights. I was caught in his trap, nowhere to go, no one to help me. I couldn’t be saved, He was like an animal, toying with his prey. I thought I had the upper hand, turns out, my hands were bound and he was the one in control.

The biting and touching only intensified. My ecstasy nearly reached. I was close now. Really close. Suddenly, he stopped. I caught my breath, wondering what was wrong. He was looking past me, like he was trying to listen to something. I heard it too, briefly. It was a low humming noise. His eyes were wide, he stood up and walked to his door, listening more. The humming stopped and that’s when we both realized. 

It was the garage door. His parents were now home.

“Shit, shit, shit shit, shit!” said Tyler as he frantically rushed towards me and picked me up. Once he sat me up, he rushed over to his desk in an attempt to find scissors, clearly panicked. The door from the garage to the house opened. Time was running out. I got his attention, calling out through my gag, and used my feet to point at his closet doors. He nodded and quickly stood me up and had me hop over to the closet, he opened the doors and I hopped inside. He quickly and quietly closed the doors, sealing me inside. The closet door had vents lining it, so I could see out of the closet into the bedroom but not the other way around. Tyler was scurrying, trying to hide any evidence and change into clothes more realistic to cover his tracks. I could hear his parents call out, to which he responded he’d be out in a sec. I decided to scoot my butt against the back wall and slide down until I was sitting on the floor. My heart was beating rapidly, probably from a combination of exercise and fear. Tyler left the room, closing the bedroom door behind him, keeping me stashed away. I tried to quietly but seriously escape from my bondage. No good. He taped me too tight and I wasn’t going to be able to break free. I was also still gagged which in this instance was probably a good thing. I signed to myself, once again I had found a way to be tied up, gagged, and stashed in someone’s closet. I was like a magnet to being kept prisoner to ignorant people nearby. 

I decided to take a break from my useless escape attempt and listen in. I couldn't really hear much but Tyler was doing his best to act calm. I too would be freaking out if I was him. Imagine trying to act casual in front of your parents, knowing that your date, a girl six-years older than you, is currently consensually bound and gagged with duct tape, sitting in your bedroom closet just down the hall. I got comfy, propping myself in a way where I could wait out this prison sentence I just received. Suddenly the conversation grew louder and not before too long, the door opened and he was not alone. His mom had entered with him.

I watched as they walked in, Tyler clearly panicked but not making it too obvious. He stood with his back to me, blocking his mom’s line of sight from me. They were discussing some shirts she’d bought him on their couples vacation and offered to hang them up for him. I backed away from the vents in the door slowly and started to turn myself to the side of the closet, in an attempt to fully hide in case the doors were open. There was just enough room that, if curled up, I could press into the wall and not be seen with the doors opened. Tyler insisted he could take care of it and she said okay and let him hang them up. He opened the door opposite to where I was positioned and placed them on a rail quickly before sealing the doors again. I was frozen in fear and excitement.

I considered the absolute fallout if she had discovered me. What would she say or how would she react? I didn’t want to think about it. To our luck, she left and he closed the door. I heard a quiet lock on the door click before he opened the closet doors to meet me. I scooted over to him and he explained that now that his parents were home, the house alarm would be set and I’d be near impossible to leave now. I protested quietly through my gag to be released but he didn’t seem to be listening. Instead he pushed me back inside, closed the doors again, and told me to wait there while he came up with a plan. 

Was he seriously kidnapping me? It was hot don’t get me wrong, but it was not part of the plan. I struggled some more while I waited for my date-now captor to return. I was starting to sweat. My body was hot and slowly beginning to ache. I needed out sooner than later. After what felt like an hour of being kept in that closet, all sweaty and tied up. He returned and this time pulled me out of the closet. He could tell I was more than a bit frustrated with my captivity. He had an escape plan but he didn’t want me to get him in trouble so he was going to keep me still bound and gagged as we exited. 

Did he seriously think I was going to tattle?! I was outraged, but knew I couldn't do much and maybe he was right. He removed the tape from my legs but not my torso or mouth. I stood up and removed my heels. He placed them and my purse into a backpack before having me slide my feet into some slippers. Of course, they were far too big for me, but I knew I could move silently with them on. We exited his room and the house was dark and quiet. We slowly creeped to the front door and left without a hitch. Apparently, Tyler lied to his family that he’d set the alarm. We got into the car and the minute he turned the car on, I started to scream at him through my gag. He pulled out the scissors from his hoodie pocket and began to remove the rest of the tape. He got to everything except my gag and wrists. When he stopped I protested again to be let go and he instead buckled me in and we drove off. 

He told me he needed me to cool down before he let me go. So I was being kidnapped. Great. I pouted for a while and eventually he pulled over in a church parking lot and took off my gag. I barked at him for a while as he fiddled with the tape he used to gag me in his hand. I must have been too harsh because he took a strip off the collection and reapplied it to my lips. I groaned and grumbled at him before realizing I needed to calm down. He ripped the tape off my mouth and I promised to behave if he untied me and took me home. He complied with my submission and finally took the tape off of my wrists freeing me. 

We drove home rather quietly. He apologized, explaining his parents got home earlier than planned and it was not his fault they came back early. I had forgiven him, only for his quick thinking and the pleasure I had received earlier. I must have been grumpy because I never got to climax. I decided I’d most likely take care of that myself at home. I looked in the mirror of the car and saw that my lipstick was smudge and my makeup had become runny from the sweat and tears. I was a mess, but it was at least a little fun.

We got to where he picked me up and I thanked him for the date and save. I kissed him on the cheek and got out of the car, putting my heels back on and walking the rest of the way myself. People must have thought I just got broken up with or abused with how disheveled and wobbly I was. I didn’t pay them any attention. I had a date with a ball gag and a vibrator in my shower because that date would have been a 10/10 had it finished strong. Whatever, maybe I’ll humor him again some day, and maybe this time, I won’t be relegated to being a kidnapped piece of property.