Three short pieces from my unpublished early book, not all with happy endings.
SLAVE JUDGES MASTER
A Master I had been seeing had a series of pullies in his cieling. He managed to raise me up by them so that my hands and feet were manacled and chained to the cieling, placing my horizontal body suspended in the air with my legs spread and my ass completely open to him.
He slowly inserted different sized dildoes up me and beat me hard with a leather whip. I was totally helpless and his will was everything to me. Afterwards, when he let me down, I knelt before him and kissed his boots in complete surrender.
On another occasion my Master spread-eagled me across the bed on my stomach, my wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts (a position I like). But he beat me and fucked me too hard — without communication. And ended by pissing up my ass, an experience I hated. I never saw him again.
TOP BOTTOMS OUT AND GETS IT HARD AND ROUGH
Probably my first good bondage experience was with a guy I met accidentally who was into prolonged and tight bondage and also owned several excellent leather hoods he had made himself. They were lined with smooth leather just like the outside and were a fabulous trip. He proceeded to tie me tightly, hands, feet, arms, knees and then hood me — very tight — and gag and blindfold me. Then he proceeded to control my breathing which was very frightening since I had never experienced this. Also, the fact I did not know him was even more frightening.
After several HOURS of this, he proceeded to tie me to his iron bed, belly down, and "raped" me long, hard and furiously for it seemed like hours. Up to that point I had been basically a top. Getting fucked in this manner was not only very painful, it was also frightening, painful, and a total shock! He then indicated he would leave me alone tied on his bed and go out for hours, leaving me in a very uncomfortable position. He had tied me rather snugly by ankles and wrists. But he released me and we then went out together to a couple of the bars and learned a bit more about each other. This man was striking in leather. He eventually visited with me in my home and we got together a few more times after that. Then he moved to CA, and I lost track of him — so have those who knew him there. He has dropped out of sight, unfortunately.
Later, I met another guy in NYC who had quite an elaborate dungeon and liked to play very, very rough. We had numerous sessions together. The first time he placed tit clamps on me, I broke his suspension harness!! There were numerous bondage and S&M sessions with lots of leather, hoods, harnesses, slings, suspensions. The only time it did not work for me was when he attempted to spreadeagle me on the wall in full leather with my ass hanging out of my chaps and then proceeded to beat my ass. I was able to talk him out of it. Maybe he should have continued until I begged him to continue instead of stopping. I believe he stopped long before he should have and possibly ended what could have resulted in a very satisfying stuation for both of us. No one has been able to take me past that point since — and that was 7 years ago this Fall. Sometimes I believe I would like to meet my "Maker" who will take me beyond my preconceived limits!!!
TIES DILDO IN PLACE TO WRITE TO US
Most of the ads I see advertise for guys into bondage strictly in a Master/ Slave relationship. I just want to play with guys that like to tie someone up in a web of rope, rendering them helpless; or occasionally have someone restrain them in like manner, as I do.
So I decided to write to you, as well as to pass on some thoughts and fantasies of mine. Naturally, to get myself into the right frame of mind for this task, I first shoved a dildo up my ass, holding it in place with rawhide tied around my legs. Then I applied a rope harness around my body. It's the sort that starts with a couple of winds in the center of the rope, around my cock and balls, runs up to my neck, with two knots between my cock and neck, passing over my shoulders; the rope then winds from back to front, each time catching loops of the rope between the knots, creating diamonds of rope across my chest and stomach. I'm sure you've used many variations many, many times. I always enjoy putting such a harness on whenever I'm writing letters or doing some physical work. I love the feel of the rope gripping my torso.
I really don't know where my love of bondage started, but I do remember that soon after I realized that that thing between my legs could get hard and spit some white fluid out of it when I rubbed it, I was tying various things to it: rulers, candles, wooden dowels, anything phallic. I guess I was about 11 years old. I remember, also, one Saturday afternoon, tying my cousin up to a post until he cried. He was about 4 years old. Then, of course, I'm sure we all have boy scout stories; the mutual JO sessions in the camp tent, comparing sizes. But in our troop, we had an initiation we called "red balls". I guess it’s pretty self-explanatory, but we'd strip a guy's pants off, and tie him to a bed, post or whatever, and paint his balls with iodine. I was then about 16 or 17, and vainly tried to hide my hard on. (I wonder what those other guys are doing today?).
But my awareness of my fascination was still a long way off. I didn't come out until I was 22, but it was still some time before the leather scene, and specifically bondage, caught up with me. Unfortunately, I really can't remember my first sexual bondage encounter. I'm sure it was a simple, "Can I tie you up?" from me that started it. As I started reading more magazines like Drummer, I realized that not only were there other guys interested in ropes, but that it was practically a science.
Of course, some of those early magazines on the subject were disappointing, to say the least. Photos of sloppily and loosely bound beauties left me frustrated in wanting to tie them up in a more efficient and artistic way. Then, one day, I came across an article on the drawings of Go Mishima; they were self-portraits of him with winds of rope gripping his muscular body in a tight harness, rendering him all but immobile. Shortly after seeing those drawings I read an article by a bondage expert on a trip he had made to Japan, and how they had brought bondage practically to an art form. Those drawings demonstrated that art. I couldn't wait to try some of them on myself, and especially on someone else. In my old apartment (I just moved) I had screw-eyes strategically placed.
I have a couple of friends who are almost as fascinated by bondage as I am, and I would tie them spread-eagle between the bolts, and wind yards of rope around their solid bodies until they resembled the patterns I saw in Mishima's drawings. Once, I acted out a fantasy with one of them. Another friend was visiting from San Francisco, who is also of like interest. We had made a date one summer evening for the three of us to play. I took them to a small theatre that I had access to at the time. In anticipation of the evening, I had prepared some surprises. After getting ourselves into a proper condition of the mind (i.e. stoned) we went through the usual foreplay and disrobing. I then led them onstage, where I lowered two ropes that I had rigged earlier.
It was a foregone conclusion who was to be the subject that night, so we tied his wrists with these ropes, and soon had him standing in center stage, with his arms drawn above his head, to the left and right. Up to this point, the light was just a simple overhead work light. I then went up into the booth, turned out the worklight, and brought up special spotlights that I had pre-focused. Returning to the stage, we then went about adding to our creation. A broom handle kept his legs wide apart. And strands of rope were carefully but firmly wound around his whole body, leaving little untied. The rope started at his balls and, much as I have on myself now, travelled up his swimmer's body in a series of knots, and around in symmetrical patterns, encasing his frame in a tight grip. Strands even ran down each leg, successively looped from crotch to ankle.
Once done, my San Francisco friend and I stood back to see what we had wrought. As pretty as it was, there was still room for enhancement; not so much in the bindings, but in the lighting. We went back up to the booth, and played various combinations of light and color on him. Oh, if I had only brought a camera! But true fantasies can rarely be planned to come as well as this did, so the thought never occurred to me that I should record it for posterity. But it certainly was quite a trip.
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