Times are difficult and the money never is enough to pay loans, bills, insurance, taxes, etc, etc. No cash for beautiful clothing and shoes - it just is depressing. I am so tired of my husband's meager paycheck and his inability to earn enough to support me to my satisfaction. I decide to do some call girl ativity and become a whore at home while he is at work. I figure it will be easy money and I'm contemplating how to spend my first earn while I'm waiting for my very first customer. I dress is a ridiculously short tight red skirt which exposes my garters and the tops of my stockings. Of cour...

Times are difficult and the money never is enough to pay loans, bills, insurance, taxes, etc, etc. No cash for beautiful clothing and shoes - it just is depressing. I am so tired of my husband's meager paycheck and his inability to earn enough to support me to my satisfaction. I decide to do some call girl ativity and become a whore at home while he is at work. I figure it will be easy money and I'm contemplating how to spend my first earn while I'm waiting for my very first customer. I dress is a ridiculously short tight red skirt which exposes my garters and the tops of my stockings. Of course a cleavage revealing gold satin top which will entice him to hurry up. I finish the look with a hot sexy pair of strappy gold sandals that wrap up to my knees. He rings the bell and we negotiate compensation for my services and we go into the bedroom. I open my blouse and expose my tits. Then I bend all the way over in front of him and peel down my skirt. Let's get started honey I say to him, but instead of climbing on top of me to fuck, he tells me he needs to tie me up in order to get hard and have sex. No!!! I do not do this with first time clients. I don't even know you sweetie. Come on ... sit down here and we'll have a good time. He is persistent about restraining me and I reluctantly agree to allow him to handcuff my wrists for an additional $100. He takes the handcuffs and snaps them shut around my wrists behind my back. I lay on the bed mmoving seductively so that we can fuck and he can leave. Instead he opens his bag and pulls out a wad of ropes. WTF!!! I protest and beg but he is very strong and he binds my legs together crossing my ankles and wrapping the rope painfully all the way up my thighs. This is silly ... how can we fuck like this? I begin to get scared when he grabs my elows and brutally binds my arms crushing them painfully together from the elbows down to my wrists. I cry and beg, but every effort to move is useless and causes more pain to shoot through my body. The man is now excited and he takes of few pictures of me in the bondage. This gets him hard and he bends me over the pillows and mounts me for a quick and intense finish. When he's done he zips up and tells me he is leaving me like this. Nooooooo!!!! wait mister, please, please - my husband cannot find me like this!!! He doesn't know anything - please I beg and sob. My hands have turned bright purple and the pain is excruciating. Release me now - please I will do anything. He shoves a huge ballgag into my mouth and wraps my head with silver ducts tape. Here you bitch - now your dumb husband will think it's a robbery. He leaves me sobbing and screaming into the gag while I struggle off the bed and roll around the floor in a desperate attempt to alleviate the terrible bondage pain. The phone rings and I hear my husband's voice - oh no!!!! He won't be back until morning!!!