Tom gagged and tied me up really tight with ropes, making a sort of small package of me and left me alone for some time on this piece of a trunk. First I was a bit in panic, but soon the fact of sitting there in the middle of the forest without the slightest freedom of movement, only feeling the ropes cutting in my flesh, calmed me and I began to dream that there could come a handsome young prince (or forest ranger ) who would find an free me. But finally it was only my flatmate Tom who came back.

On the first warm day Tom and I went picnicing in the wood. I enjoyed so much feeling the sun caressing my nacked arms and legs. Besides cake, apples and water I had also taken some ropes, two pairs of handcupps, my favourite neckcuff an a white gag in my little picnic-suitcase. Exactely in the moment when I was preparing myself to eat the cake Tom unfortunately found the gag...

One part of my ambiguos self was furious with him, but the other part said: "Anyway Valerie, you have to confess that you love bondage more than eating cake!"..... And.... Well..... yes, I confess

As I already told you somewhere I could not stay calm during the Boundcon-weekend. As I saw so many people tied up I wanted to be tied up all the time as well! As Tom's energy was not as inexhaustible as mine, some of my new fans got the possibility to play with me.

The one you see in this video (and whose name I avoid to tell here) tied me up a first time in the hall. He did his job not bad but when he saw that in the end I managed to get free, he got ambitious. After half an hour he came back and anounced me: "It's not possible that you get free so easily!  May I trie again tomorrow?" And so he tried again the day after, outside this time in a sort of an industrial ruin behind the parking space, a very beautiful location. He tied me up more and more professionally, pulled the ropes firmer than the day before and gave me the permission to defend myself, so that we had a little fight which is the most funny and dynamic but also the most exhausting. At the end I tried again, with the bit of force that still remained me, to free myself. When I turn my arms and hands up the best as it was possible with the strong fixation of the ropes I could reach a knot... The ropes cut into my arms when I tried to reach the knot but I absolutely wanted to open it. It was like an obsession for me, my adrenaline was so high that I felt the pain less... and so after long minutes I succeded to open the knot with my fingertips... At the moment when it was open I felt immediately completely weak and tired. And then I realized that the rope that was hanging now loosely between my shoulderblades only lead to a knot more below that I could not reach at all. I think my fan was glad to see me giving up and asking him - "with the glance of a dachshund", as you say in german - to free me.  If you read this, thank you again for this funny game that lead me to the borders of my strength (and makes me stronger this way I hope)!

Finally a person who seems to love bondage as much as I do: My greatest fan from the boundcon-week-end didn't even eliberate me completely before asking: "Could I tie you up again? I'd trie something else..." He tied me up three times in one week-end so that my seemingly never ending desire to be tied up was satisfied and I fell asleep before my second foot was in my bed in the evening.

Everybody loved this sort of graveled industrial ruin behind the parking lot on the territory where the Boundcon took place. Another new fan and friend had the idea of feigning an attack on me and tying me up to a hocktie on the graveled ground. It was a funny play and in that very moment I felt that the photos and the video from that attack would be beautiful. Aren't they? I showed some of these photos to friends afterwards, who told me: "You seem to be talented as an actress too", but in fact I was not act-playing at all! It was just that Bounty tied me up much stronger than Tom normally does. He tied up my hands in such a strange crossover-position that I felt that turning me a bit too much in a false direction, he would break my wrists immediately. So my "yiping" (as Bounty said) was real and a mixture of fear and... I don't know. I was tied up by two strangers this week-end and I found it really exciting. I loved that Bounty was quite strong so that I felt that I really have no chance at all to escape (untill the end when he forgot all precaution, tying me up on a loosly sort of plastic-rope that hang from the wall), I liked that fact that he wore gloves, I loved the fact that while feigning to attack me heavily, his voice was strict but also quiet and gentle.

For the third and final test of our roll-play "Application for bondage-modelling" my "future employer" told me to dress in a washed-out t-shirt and to sit down on the floor in a corner of the studio. I was curious what would follow... and hardly didnt believe it, when he gave me a piece of cloth and told me to clean the floor with it. And when I complained he had the boldness of even gagging me! Inside of me I was furious but I said to myself "Be patient, Valerie, you will overcome this last obstacle to fullfill your dream of working as a bondage-model! You just HAVE to do it!" And so I gave my best to clean the floor, holding the piece of cloth with my foot because my arms were bound on my back and even my neck was tied onto my knees, as you can see, a really uncomfortable position!

When I had finally finished this work, Tom untied me. I expected to sign my contract as a bondage-model now. But to my astonishment the studio-boss said: "Not bad... Unfortunately we didn't choose you for the job as a bondage-model, but there ist still a job as a cleaning woman..." I didn't know how to react, I wanted to shout or crie, but I couldn't... So I furiously ran out of the studio.

THE END (of our quite amusing and very emotional roll-play)