Virginian New to Bondage Goes Wild

Friday already! What happened to the week?

Here's a story that appeared in Issue 62 [Jan/Feb 1998]. 

 

THIRTY-SOMETHING VIRGINIAN GOES
BONDAGE WILD IN NORTH CAROLINA

VIRGINIA BEACH, VA. I have been corresponding with someone I met through an advertisement. We both like to switch roles (captor/captive) and share very similar interests in types of bondage (immobilization/near immobilization) and bondage equipment. Though I have some interesting bits and pieces, my friend possesses a big toy box full of equipment (though his sleep sack has yet to arrive). After weeks of planning, we arranged a weekend together, meeting in Charlotte, NC.

 

Upon arrival, we both talked for a little while (how did those butterflies get into my stomach?), then proceeded to show the different gear that we brought. When he pulled out hood after hood, I thought I was in heaven. When he pulled out the leather straight jacket, my boner nearly ripped my jeans! Since it was nearly dinner time, we temporarily put off play so we would not have to stop later.

 

As I am really inexperienced (self-imposed bondage only), I asked that I be tied up first. We stripped, then he selected a hood. It was a very tight hood with a zipper pulled down over an open mouth and pinhole eye openings. After the back was laced, zipped, and locked on, my 7 1/2 inch boner was standing out proudly.

 

Next the leather straight jacket was fitted snugly, but not tight. I was in heaven as all the straps were buckled. Next I was pushed to the bed as ropes were attached between the bed and my restraints. I was tied to the bed at several points on the jacket and at the neck. Next, ankle restraints were added, and these too were attached to the bed. My cock and balls were also restrained and attached to the ankle restraints.

 

Since I was moaning, sometimes loudly, an inflatable mouth gag was inserted into my mouth and buckled around my head. Little by little, the gag was inflated until it nearly stopped my ability to breathe. My Top then backed it off some to ensure the gag did its job, but still allowed me unrestricted breathing. Though this process had taken nearly an hour, I was still hard (not bad for a 36-year-old!). He then began to jack me off, slowly at first, increasing and varying the pace. I did not want this to end so quickly, but the sensations were nearly too much. Unfortunately, we were stopped by a cramping arm muscle. Later, I was fortunate enough to experience just how tight the straight jacket could really be!!!

 

Though it was getting late, I wanted to turn the tables. Soon, my Top was the bottom. First I selected a hood, lacing him in tightly to restrict his vision. Next, I added a metal belly chain and handcuffs. As I did not want him to jack himself off, I locked on fist mitts. Then I put restraints on his biceps and tied rope from the restraints to the head of the bed, pulling his hands away from his groin. Additional ropes were added near the wrists to pull the hands further from his sides. Ankle restraints were added and tied off to the corners of the bed. A ball ’chute was attached, and then tied to the ankle spreader. More ropes were attached just above the knees and to the bed. Another set of ropes were added to the hood collar before adding the inflatable gag.

 

Now that my captive was immobilized and silenced, it was time to play with him. After much teasing and taunting, I began a long, slow jack-off. I even told him that I was going to hold my hand still, and that if he wanted to get off, he was going to have to provide the movement. And he tried, only to find my hand going up as he went up, effectively providing no friction. It was maddening! After 30 minutes of this, I finished him off, untied him (though I did tease him about leaving him like that for the night!), and then settled down for a night of rest.

 

Early the next morning, I woke early. He was still sleeping, but I wanted to play. First, I thought about how I would next bind him. Next I began a “wake-up call,” licking and sucking his tits until he began to moan. Then I moved to his cock and took it into my mouth, waking it too. After 15 minutes of this, he propped himself up, with a smile on his face.

 

I asked if he was ready for round 3. Somewhat groggy, he trotted off to the bathroom, muttering about how hard it was to piss with a hard-on. Upon his return, I told him to turn around and kneel. I took the heavy duty, padded hood from the bed and placed it over his head. As I laced and zipped the hood, he went from half hard to full hard. I had him stand as I took the locking chastity pants from the bed. I braced him as he stepped sightless into the pants. After tugging up the very tight pants, I pulled his balls and cock through the front plate and tied them off so they would not slip back into the pants. The zips were pulled up and locked to the waist band, effectively covering the cock and balls.

 

I then had him kneel and lay his chest on the bed as I unlocked the rear zipper, pulling it down and exposing his asshole. I lubed it and then began to tease his hole with a butt plug, working it in and out, in and out, gradually sinking it in deeper and deeper. Then I pulled it out, zipped and locked the pants before rolling him onto the bed for more play. More restraints were added, again effectively immobilizing my captive. Next, I selected a leather covered ball gag to quell the “noise” coming from his mouth.

 

Since my friend likes a quick jack off, I decided to take the long, slow approach. I lubed him, jacked him, then decided to warm things up with a very small amount of mentholated muscle ointment. At first, he did not notice, but then began to feel the additional warmth. I diluted the ointment with more lube, and continued my slow, patient approach to release. I stopped at one point, pulling a small candle from my bag. I placed it on his chest, telling him that the candle was lit, and that it would not drip unless he moved (difficult since one has to breathe!) But he quickly caught on, so I returned to my slow jacking.

 

He lasted about an hour—and needed a while to catch his breath before we continued.

 

We continued the weekend, exchanging roles and finding innovative ways to tie each other down. During the breaks, we discussed things we wanted to try (overnight bondage in hood and straight jacket, bound to the bed in sight of the pizza delivery boy, bound in a near fetal position and thrown into a closet for a period of time, etc.) given the space, equipment and time. I look forward to these further adventures.