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Chapter 3: The Cage

The sleep was not really sleep, but another dark and comforting state. i moved in and out of an awareness that was not quite consciousness. i experienced intermittent moments of coming to, aware that i was in a cage. i wondered when the clamps and the cock harness had been removed, yet i could almost still feel them.

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Chapter 2: The Dungeon

We entered an adjoining room. The floor was covered in some kind of industrial foam, a welcome change from the hard surface of the tiled room.

 

“Welcome to my dungeon, cunt.” The voice was the one i had heard on the phone, the Master’s distinctive and deep near-growl. “Get his arse up on the horse, and let’s see what we’ve got to work with.” The slave led me to what felt like a sawhorse with a padded surface and bent me over it. He then put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and locked them to the four legs. my asshole, which i was beginning to think of as my cunt, felt open and exposed. The slave used rope to tie down my torso. my chin projected over the edge and he attached the leash to a cross piece under my neck. i couldn’t move anything but my head, and that motion was highly restricted.

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Chapter 1: The tiled room

The van was outside the Clapham Common Tube stop. As instructed, i got in the back without contacting the driver. i had five minutes to get all my clothes off, put them in the waiting plastic garbage bag and put on the hood. The hood was heavy spandex, with only an opening for the mouth. i could not see through it at all. We drove for what could have been a half hour, perhaps more, pulled onto a graveled surface. A few minutes later, the van stopped. The driver came around, opened the door and, in a British accent i couldn’t quite place, told me to be still while he attached a collar and leash. Then he cuffed my hands behind my back. That done, he pulled on the leash, i followed, stumbling slightly—i could see nothing. The air was cold and the ground wet. We entered a door, and almost immediately went down some stairs—slowly and awkwardly—and entered a room with a tile floor.

 

The slave told me to kneel, and then to put my chest on the floor with my ass in the air. My hands were still cuffed behind my back. The enemas began. The Master had already explained that anything going up my cunt would go into my mouth first. The slave told me to suck on a metal tube attachment and to be sure to warm it up, which i did. He then removed it from my mouth, replaced it with a rubber butt plug and inserted the metal tube deep in my cunt in a circular motion. i heard the water start and could soon feel my guts filling. After what seemed a long time, the slave removed the tube, and took the plug from my mouth. After a moment during which i figured he was lubricating the plug, he put it in my cunt with the same circular motion (which i now had come to appreciate).

 

He removed my cuffs, told me to lie on my back and then began massaging my abdomen. After a few minutes, he told me to get on my knees and start sucking his cock. My guts were starting to cramp a bit, but i did as i was told. i became aware that the slave was now naked except for his boots and i wondered if he had been naked while driving the van. He had no pubic hair, and his uncut cock and smooth scrotum provided a welcome distraction from the churning going on in my belly. i concentrated on moving my tongue around the head of his dick, which seemed almost to fill my mouth. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth, replaced it with a new and slightly larger plug and led me a few feet away. He pulled the butt plug out of my cunt in the same circular motion, and then told me there was a hole in the floor over which i was to squat and shit. The humiliation was erased by the relief of expelling the water.

 

We then repeated this ritual several times; the only difference was that in between water going in and out, the butt plugs seemed to get bigger. The slave ordered me to eat his hairless ass while he ground it into my face and grunted and played with his dick. i lost count of how many times we did this, but finally the slave announced that my cunt was clean enough for the Master’s inspection. He dried me off and then, pulling on the still-attached leash, led me on all fours out of the tiled room.

 

[Tomorrow: The Dungeon]

SM Tourism UK - Intro

My plea last week for reports from slaves, boys, subs and bottoms to their Masters, Sirs, Daddies, Doms and Tops has paid off with, so far, one great and very hot submission from a sub who asks to be credited by the name he uses on Recon: Leatherwriter (as you know, I never identify writers unless they specifically request it).The full piece by this self-described "pain pig" is long, so I'll run a section every day this week, starting today with his cover letter to his Master:

 

Sir

i will do my best to put the weekend into words. As an exercise, it may help me appreciate all that happened, for so much did. i lost track of time and spent about a day and a half in an alternate reality. i lost all sense of time. A fantasy world, but very real.

Brent Woods Chair Tied

Brent was a wonderful guy, not only beautiful but really nice, and always happy to be tied up. No wonder he was everybody's favorite. Here are some photos from one scene we did together.

Mormon Seduced into Bondage Slavery

In honor of Mitt Romney losing the election and not being sworn into presidential office the other day, here's a heartwarming story for you. It was originally published in Issue 78 (September, 2000).

 

CHICAGO, IL. Bondage is my passion. It’s practically a religion to me. Something wild and different came into my life a couple of years ago. I manage a couple of apartment complexes near a college campus and had the chance to introduce a virgin into bondage and mansex.

Letter to Sir

This writer sent me a report he was ordered to write for his Sir describing a session they had together. I love stories like this, and if any Sirs, Masters, Daddies or Doms are not up to writing me themselves, I'd urge them to make their boys, slaves or subs write about the sesssion(s) they've had together, and send me copies of those, changing names and locations as necessary to preserve the identities of the not so innocent. As most readers know, I post all submissions anonymously, unless writers ask to be identified in some way. This writer told me to feel free to give his email address, which is [email protected]

A REPORT TO SIR

i arrived at your home and entered through the garage as directed. i closed the garage door behind me and found a note on the door. As always, you addressed me using my last name in lower case to make it clear SIR was in control. It read “campbell, strip naked, proceed up the stairs to the first room and receive me in position one. SIR.”

Dakota Phillips Spreadeagled

Some guys look their best when tied down tight…well, if I'm honest, I suppose all guys do. And almost all guys look even better when their mouths are sealed shut. Dakota Phillips is a good case in point. Dakota was a nice looking guy, even when his arms and legs were free and his mouth was moving. But he looked a hell of a lot better when I had him flat on his back and tied in one place, with his mouth taped. He looked particularly good spreadeagled, I think, or am I only saying that because this was a spreadeagling session, and I kept him like that for a long, long time?

 

The truth is, he looked very good all the other ways I tied him, too.

Under Paul's Control

I should have to go back and check out old emails more often. Here's another great story that arrived in my inbox in JuLY, 2011, and that I'm almost convinced I never saw before, so obviously never posted. 

 

UNDER PAUL'S CONTROL

 

I am 29 years old and live in Oregon, and I have only recently discovered your webpage. I love visiting your webpage and reading the old stories, catching up on your blog, etc. I thought I would write to you and tell you how I met my partner, who I’m very much in love with and have been with for two and a half years. I really hope Oregon will let us get married soon! He is 48 years old and a big, big fan of B&G. He was a subscriber back in the day and still has a lot of the old magazines!

A Good Strapping and a Smoke

My laptop's in the hospital again, having a brain transplant. While this is obviously a bad thing, and is having an unfortunate effect on regular blog postings, it's pushed me to go back through my thousands of emails. In the course of doing that, I came upon this great story, which came in a few months ago and obviously fell through the cracks. 

 

BONDING WITH TONY

 

Recollections of first time bondage experiences bring back a memory I will share. It was the late 1960’s. I was a senior in high school. My father had died a couple of years earlier and I guess I was in search of an older man to be a father figure. A guy named Tony lived in the house next to ours. He had recently married a woman who had several young children from another marriage and I think they had one child of their own. Tony was a classic good looking guy: tall, blond hair, lean muscular build, great smile. He often did yard work with his shirt off. I remember my mother and other women commenting on what a show off he was. It was clear they liked what they saw.

Dogslave Drools

Here's another story from a member of the great DC BDSM Club Sigma that appeared in Issue 91. This one came accompanied by photos of the scene.

 

DOGSLAVE DROOLS FOR ELECTRO-SHOCK TREATMENT

 

WASHINGTON, DC. A Sigma member writes:

 

The Master smiled at me when I entered. He said he now had a wolf cub in his lair. I blushed a little and smiled and said back "RUUFF."

 

I am in charge of charity Toy Drive and Teddy Bear Auction for my club and had made a deal to get a Teddy Bear from Bound & Gagged magazine in exchange for stories. Master Pete had agreed to write a story if I helped, meaning if I played with him. It was a no-brainer, we had played once before and he was awesome. I will bottom for a Master who is more experienced than me, but will top those with less experience or those who lose control of the scene. Master Pete set the time and date and I readily agreed to show up at the Clubhouse/Dungeon.

Flip

When asked on surveys, lots of readers always said they were versatile, capable of being both top or bottom, but of the over 1,000 stories we published, very few told of situations where the bottom actually flipped his top during a scene. This one is the closest we've come, I believe. It was written by a member of the great Washington, D.C. BDSM Club Sigma, and appeared ten years ago, in Issue 91 (November, 2002) it's particularly fitting that I post it this week, since it describes an experience that happened at MAL (Mid-Atlantic Leather Weekend) which will be taking place this weekend. The piece was originally titled "Aggressive Bottom Flips His Top," but I prefer just "Flip" or

“But I’m usually the TooOOOOoooooP!”

 WASHINGTON, DC. A Sigma member writes:

 

When I first came out I had an awesome scene. The top and me got into it deep. Him trying to overpower me and me fighting back against the ropes and restraints. It was mind blowing.

Bondage Games

A member of Recon has given me permission to describe a bondage game he's devised. I love bondage games, especially where real chance is involved, which means the game can't be rigged and there's no predicting who will win or lose. It would be one thing if all parties to the game really wanted to tie up the others, but we know that there's a snowball's chance in hell for that to happen. Most of the people I've ever met are bottoms or subs like me (to quote a friend who's been saying this, and whom I've been quoting for years: "There are bottoms and there are liars") and are willing to play these games with the hope that they'll be the ones who lose and get tied up. And lose they usually try to contrive to do. Games lost by cheating aren't worth the effort. There's nothing more disheartening and less fun than a wrestling match between equally matched partners in which each is determined to be pinned by the other.

Sitting and Standing

The boy's name was Johnny Hill, and he was very cute and eager. My buddy Lew and I had a great time with him, Lew doing most of the work while Johnny just sat or stood around, and I snapped away on my little pre-digital Canon camera.