Last week I asked the following questions:
• What’s your favorite bondage position?
• What’s your favorite piece of bondage equipment, or gear?
• Where’s the most unusual place you were ever tied up?
• What was your scariest bondage experience?
and, as an afterthought:
• Do you have any bondage questions of your own that you’d like answered?
I didn’t get a ton of answers, but I did get some, and thanks to those of you who wrote me. I hope others will get inspired by some of the answers, and/or will be tempted to answer some of the questions you yourselves asked.
The favorite position seems to be the hogtie, for six of you, and the spreadeagle, for three. “Spreadeagle is most comfortable,” Charlie wrote. “If every other part of my body, waist, elbows, knees, is also fastened down to the bed I’m in heaven.”
Dean wrote, “Depends if I’m being fucked. In that case spread eagle. If I’m being fucked, legs in the air, tied to something at the head of the bed. If I’m not blindfolded I love watching the guy fuck me. I’m not into pain, just being tied up, made to cum or fucked.”
And from the top’s perspective, Leo said: “My favorite is a spread eagle on a cross but it eventually becomes too much of a strain on the wrists for them. I like the horizontal spread eagle as well, face up; I can get to more ‘parts’. Second is a standard hogtie but the frontal hogtie is just as nice if I am not dealing with the ‘parts’.”
John wrote a shamelessly flattering response, that I blushingly quote here: “Best in the world was Bob Wingate’s bondage board, with tie-down cleats in the shape of a man. I was tied so tight from shoulders to feet that I couldn’t move a muscle. My hooded head was tied down too. You tied me the first time on my back and another time face down. There was a hole for the face and another for the cock and balls. The board was suspended from the ceiling and you rocked it back and forth. I was hooded and lost in space, it’s my favorite j.o. memory. Best position and experience I ever had.”
Favorite pieces of bondage equipment and gear? Three guys said that rope and tape were perfectly sufficient for them. Gags were important for almost everyone, smelly socks as gags being specified by both Dean, who would first have them rubbed over his face, and Charlie, who’d want his Dom's smelly sock securely taped in. My bondage board was John’s favorite, and cages were cited by four guys, none of whom owned a cage but all of whom wanted to spend anywhere from a day to a week or more in one.Other items mentioned: a head harness, a straitjacket and a sleepsack. That one was favored by three guys, too.
Leo, from a top’s perspective, wrote: That’s a tough one. I will say the bondage bench with adjustable arm and leg rests, other than the aforementioned St Andrew’s cross. Rope is always great along with the leather gear.”
The “Most unusual place” question, seemed to get conflated with the “Most interesting” and even “Scariest” experience, though a number of you wrote, with relief, that you never had a scary experience, and that makes me very happy.
Leo the Top wrote: “In a house under construction when I was 15. I seem to like attics, I have done two of those that were in just a plain attic (age 16), the pull-down multi-part ladder access attics. In a creek using fishing tackle (age 14), I mean in the water in a creek and a semipublic area as well. I guess something happened around age 16 that made me stop taking chances.”
“Hogtied in the back of a SUV en route to a bondage party,” wrote David, whose scariest experience was “In a Top's lunchroom at his office. So worried someone might come in even though it was the weekend. Couldn’t relax enough to enjoy it. Was worried the Top might get into trouble.”
Mike’s most unusual place was his “Dorm with with other newbies, I think they all enjoyed it but no one would say so, I don't think I was the only one trying to hide his excitement. Second would be hands tied behind back to learn how not to use hands in soccer, also think coach was into bondage as he did this way too often, to only cute players.”
Several replies are worth quoting in their entirety.
Dean: “Craziest place I was tied up was in a friend’s barn up in the hay loft. It was a working farm so people were working in the barn the whole time I was tied up.”
Larry: “In a movie theater which wasn’t crowded but there were a fair number of people there. My former boyfriend/master cuffed my hands behind my back right after we sat down and made me watch the whole movie that way while he played with my crotch and squeezed my cock. The movie was called ‘Tank Girl’ and I think it may be one of the worst movies ever made. It was the best movie I ever saw even if I don’t have any idea what it was about. I was rock hard from start to finish and never wanted to cum so bad.”
Jim: “The most unusual place was also my scariest experience. It was on the B train in the subway, years ago. I was playing with this top who had this great idea of making me cut holes in the pockets my jeans, then using two sets of handcuffs to cuff each of my hands inside a pocket to my cock and balls. So there I was walking down the street with him, me with my hands locked inside my pockets, the two cuffs tight around my cock and balls, thinking we were just going for a short walk around the block, and the next thing I knew we were walking down the steps into the subway on 72nd Street. He told me we were going to take a little ride, but when the train came in and I got on and was going for a seat, he stayed behind on the platform. ‘Get out at West 4th Street at the back, and wait for me,’ he said, and waved, as the doors closed. The next thing I knew the train was moving, I was on my own.
“The ride probably took only about 15 minutes, but it was the scariest 15 minutes of my life. I sat hunched over in my seat. It was a cold day so I had a heavy jacket on, so probably didn’t look as helpless as I was. I had no ID with me and I was terrified that something would happen that would make me need to use my hands. Glad to say that didn’t happen, and when I got out of the subway and up the stairs I was met by one of my top’s friends, who was in on the game. My top came along on the next subway.
“The two of them had so much fun teasing me—I was white as a sheet—that I couldn’t stay mad. A few days before that I had said to my top that I had never had any interesting experiences—I was still a kid, just a few years out of college. They told me I could never say that again, and that was true, even though there weren’t many people I could tell it to. By the way, my top didn’t release my hands for at least another hour or two. We went over to his friend’s place where we sat around and they drank and held my drink to my lips.”
I did get some very interesting bondage questions from you which I'll hold off posting until tomorrow. In the meantime, it would be nice if the above replies tempted more of you to send in your answers. You might feel the same way reader David did: “Now you have me thinking about some of my adventures, and I'm getting horny !!!”
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