Bob Wingate's Blog: 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!

So...Christmas 2008. I had just gotten divorced and was in a bad mood. I got invited to a party at a friend’s house and was letting myself get really drunk, which doesn’t take much. I got into conversation with a guy I didn’t know, who turned out to be Paul. He was fun to talk to. We got into all kinds of topics like music, books, and politics, and found we agreed on a lot of stuff. He told me he was gay, which didn’t really bother me. I had had gay friends and I liked them a lot. I had always considered myself straight and had never had any experiences with men. Paul smiled when I told him this, as if he didn’t believe me (he told me later he didn’t), and we just went on talking.

After a while I was telling him about my divorce and the rotten luck I’d had with women since then. He told me he was having a tough time meeting guys, since he was in his forties and it was hard to find men his age who were into bondage. I was surprised when he said that. I had always pictured bondage fans as being weird and ugly and all dressed in leather, but Paul was very handsome, bald on top but with a thick dark beard, a husky (but not overweight) frame, and nice clothes. He saw my surprise, I guess, and explained that he wasn’t a freak or into pain, he just liked to tie men up so they would enjoy their orgasms more. I was just drunk enough to be curious, so he told me a little more about it, and jokingly offered to teach me. I said no, but I got myself another drink.

We moved on to other topics and chatted with other people, and I will admit I had more to drink than I should have. The friend who was hosting the party told me not to drive, and Paul offered to give me a lift. I had enjoyed his company, so I agreed. A few blocks from the house, I told Paul to pull over so I could throw up, but once I did that I felt much better. I asked Paul to pull over at a drive-through or a convenience store because I was thirsty for water or Gatorade, and he told me his house was nearby and we could just stop there. I agreed. I felt very comfortable with him.

At his house he offered me lemonade, which felt really good, and I relaxed. We got to talking again, and he asked me again about my dating life, and about sex. He was surprised to hear I hadn’t had sex with a lot of women, and that I hadn’t tried much beyond the basic sexual experiences. He then offered to tie me up—fully dressed, nothing sexual involved—so I could find out what it was like. It was strange, but I really liked the guy, and he made it sound really good, so I agreed.

I sat in a straight chair and Paul got some rope from another room (his playroom, I found out later, and that’s a story for another time). He tied my hands behind the chair, pulling them tight enough so I was aware of the tension all through my body, but not tight enough to cause pain or bad circulation. I was scared, but in a good way, like when you go on a roller coaster. He asked if I was okay and I said yes. He tied some more rope across my chest and rubbed my shoulders a little. I’m not a big guy, I’m average height and wiry, and I’m really hairy. He slipped his hand inside my shirt and rubbed my chest hair, which felt good. He told me he liked hairy young men.

He bent down and tied my ankles to the back legs of the chair, then took more rope and tied my knees and thighs to the seat of the chair. I was thoroughly tied up and could not move. I struggled a bit, not out of discomfort, but to test the strength of the ropes. He’d done a good job; I was comfortable but completely bound. “I see what you mean,” I told him. “It’s intense but not painful.”

“Does it turn you on?” he asked me.

I had to admit it did. I was about half hard at that point. It wasn’t just being tied up. Something about the way he touched me, firm but gentle, made me feel good. He rubbed my shoulders again and thanked me for letting him tie me up. Then he pulled out some handkerchiefs. “You up for being gagged?” he asked me.

Again I was scared but I said yes. He touched my face very lightly, rubbing his fingers over my mustache and goatee, and then he gave me a little kiss on the forehead. He made a ball out of two of the handkerchiefs and put them in my mouth, then tied another one over them, pulling it into a knot at the back of my neck. He stroked my hair and smiled at me. “There you go,” he said.

He turned out the lights and left the room, and suddenly I was panicked—he was going to leave me there all night? That sucked. I didn’t mind being tied up but I didn’t want to stay there till morning! I pulled at the ropes and tried to make some kind of sounds through the gag, but nothing was coming out.

A softer light came on—a candle, actually, that he lit. He laughed. “Just playing with you.” He told me he thought I needed to have sex, and he was going to help me. I was scared, but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. He came over and unzipped my pants, then reached in and grabbed my cock. Before I knew it he was on his knees sucking me off, and I could feel his bushy beard rubbing against my inner thighs. Easily the best blowjob I’d ever had. I came quickly.

He untied me from the chair, untied everything except the gag and the rope around my wrists. “Do you want to go to bed?” he asked. I nodded yes. He took me down the hall to his bedroom, bringing the candle with us. Everything else in the house was dark. Paul took me in his arms and kissed my cheeks, rubbed my shoulders, and unbuttoned my shirt. He ran his fingers through my chest hair, then undid my pants and sat me down on the bed. Before I knew it I was naked from the waist down, with a raging hard-on. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said matter-of-factly. “Unless you won’t let me.”

Like I had a choice! But he was magical. I wanted it. I’d never wanted anything like it before, but I wanted it now. He tied my ankles together and laid me back on the bed, then rolled me over on my stomach and cuddled with me. He took off his own clothes and spooned me from behind, using his hands and mouth to show me how much he liked me. Then he started working on my asshole with his fingers, his mouth, and some lube, and soon I was being fucked. I liked it! I loved it. I came again while he was fucking me. “You young boys, you can always come up with more,” he joked.

We slept in each other’s arms that night. In the morning he apologized for taking advantage of my drunkenness, and said, “I suppose you could say I raped you. I understand if you want to call the police.”

“Are you kidding me?” I said back. “That was fantastic. I want to do it again right now.”

And that’s what we did, and that’s what we've been doing ever since. I have spent at least an hour of every day—EVERY DAY—since December 24, 2008, tied up under Paul’s control. It’s the greatest thing in the world. Thank you.

Comments

Wow, Bob, I'm sure many of us could identify with these lovers.

Posted by: Bob Dooman | January 17, 2013 at 10:08 AM

Hey there - this is Alex, and that's my story above! I started reading it and had completely forgotten sending it to Bob all those months ago.

Just to update you, Paul and I are still together, and he still ties me up every single day! We're happy and in love, having a great time, and we're building a new house with an AMAZING two-story playroom for suspensions.

Thanks to all for keeping the B&G spirit alive.

Posted by: Alex | January 17, 2013 at 11:02 PM

You're both so lucky to have found each other and you seem very much in love. I think it's great that you are tied up every single day while your partner takes care of you. Good luck to both of you, you deserve it. May you spend many happy nights bound and gagged!

Posted by: Bondagebuddy | January 19, 2013 at 01:31 AM