Bondage means different things to different people. To some, it just means being tied up, but I always felt that true bondage means a lot more. It can mean total surrender to the situation I find myself in and total embracing of the situation, knowing I can’t do anything about it.When I looked more carefully at the machine that was in front of me, I realized that this was to be a special challenge. It was pretty clear I was going to be positioned on the machine in such a way that I could not resist, could not get loose and could not avoid what was happening at any given moment. The guys standing next to me, my owners that night I guess you would say, sensed my thoughts and they let it sink in. It was like they were saying to me that I had to make a decision right then and there. My first reaction was fear. Did I really understand what I was getting myself into? I was apparently the only crossdressing slut in the bar, most Ankara escort Bayan of the guys there are high, it is around 5 AM, the club is dark except for a strong overhead light on the stage and on the machine. I am dressed in the same outfit I have worn all night, a perfect cum slut outfit, perfectly planned by me earlier in the day. I am worried about my make up so as I walk slowly around the machine I put on more glossy lipstick, and spray some more perfume on my arms. They know I am just stalling and I know it, too. I have to make a decision.Total surrender is what I decided. I stood up very straight, flipped my huge blonde wig back a little, adjusted my purse over my shoulder, and smiled a huge smile, showing tongue, of course, and nodded my head while at the same time giving the guys waiting for me the finger. There was scattered laughter and applause from the crowd. I was Escort Balgat no longer scared or even nervous. I could not wait to get the show started.First, they had me get onto the machine on all fours. There were two padded pockets for my knees and two padded pockets with a small handle for my hands. The way the machine was made is that when I was put in place there was nothing under me, no bed or platform. I was basically “mounted” on four strong wood columns that had the padded pockets attached on the sides, and the four columns were then embedded in a platform that would rotate or turn depending on how they wanted me to be exposed to the audience. The columns, in turn, were moveable so that I could be stretched out or compressed. My butt could be lifted up high making my head much lower. And the machine could be tilted so that, for example, as I was to find, if a guy wanted me to Batıkent escort be in a certain position or at a certain angle, I could be turned, raised, adjusted and positioned for him at any angle he wanted. I was to find out later that the machine could also be rolled or turned over so that I would be on my back.After inspecting their work, two of the guys told me that they were going to “lube” me for the night at which time I felt something being inserted in my boi pussi. I could feel the fluid enter. It was cool and I was told it had a mild pain medication in it. They were constantly patting me and petting me like an obedient puppy. Some of the guys in the audience had wandered up to the edge of the stage and were watching intently, drinking and smoking and commenting about me like I was property. Which, I guess I was quickly becoming. The last thing they did was to secure in front of my face a very expensive-looking movie camera, positioning it about two feet in front of my face and locking it in place so that every expression and every sound I made would be picked up. At the same time, I saw my image suddenly appear on several huge screens situated around the club. I was to be the movie star they told me.