[This story was originally posted in the "New True-Bondage Stories" section. BW]
WASHINGTON, DC. About 1992, looking back now, I was so young and so naive. I had just finished graduate school, but was back living with my parents (with no money) and looking for a career.
I moved back into Washington D.C. and found a store down in Dupont Circle that sold a magazine called Bound & Gagged. I had never heard of it before, but the cover itself made me buy it immediately. I always had an interest in Bondage, but never thought there were guys with the same interest.
In the back pages of this magazine there were Personal Ads. You had to send in a $1 bill and an envelope to an address in New York and then Bound & Gagged would send off your letter to the person placing the ad.
I found someone in the town next to me. I thought, well it’s now or never…..
Living with my parents was somewhat awkward, but I did set up a voice mailbox at the time for some privacy on my part, and he left a message back on my voice mail. He wanted to meet. I called him, we had a brief discussion and I told him of my interests and limits and my trepidations of meeting someone that I only knew through a magazine ad.
OK…. the big day comes. We were not to meet until after lunch but the butterflies were churning in my stomach way before breakfast. He told me on the phone what he looked like, but that was in the pre-Internet days when I could have asked for a picture (and vice versa). Was he a crazy person? Should I leave a note in case I am never found again?
I had to put caution to the wind and finally drive out to meet him. It was about a 15 minute drive but it felt like an hour.
When he answered the door, he was just like the ad said, and just like we talked about. About 6’, 175 lbs., good shape and attractive, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. Just like your Average Joe. But he was not what you would think of as the “Master/Dom/Top” that I thought I was looking for. Where was that hot leather Master I envisioned in all of my fantasies who would lock a metal collar on me, gag me, put me in a cage and make me his slave all night?
Fantasies rarely come true and I think this was just that for me, my fantasy of what would happen when I finally met a guy with the same interests as me. He and I had a brief chat downstairs and then retreated to the upstairs area. Upon his request, I disrobed and found out he had a collection of handcuffs, both current and antique. I’m not sure what he put on behind my back but it was the first time for me that I was in my place, kneeling in front of someone, naked, and nothing I could do about it. A leather plug gag was put in place to silence me…..
He was caring, he was gentle, but he had his great attributes as a Top/Master over me. But in my role as the bottom/sub guy, I didn’t care; it proved to be the greatest experience of my life.
Bob, I wanted to say thank you for that great service you once provided for getting people together via the Personal Ads in the back of the Bound & Gagged magazine. It made a world of difference for me, and I’m sure for many others who might share their story here with us here.
[Of course if you go to meet someone you know nothing about, you should always not only leave a note but tell someone else where you’re going and what you’re going to be doing. At the time I received this story, I asked the writer to tell me "exactly what it was he did to you, after he had you cuffed and gagged." That was two years ago, and unfortunately he has never replied. BW]
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