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Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - Joshua 6, Part 2

Joshua 6

Part 2: Flashback

The cool tile floor soothed my feet as I strolled down the hallway drying my hair. My reddened shoulders stung a bit from spending the day in the sun in my bathing suit. As I passed Dylan’s bedroom, I noticed the door was cracked open. I stopped and peeped in quietly. I draped the towel over my bare shoulders and watched him for a while, unnoticed.

 

He was such a beautiful kid. Well proportioned. Keenly athletic. Strong but not ripped. Bright hazel eyes. Silky, well-trimmed dirty blond hair. Wonderful deep brown skin that was impeccably smooth and evenly tanned. Absolutely exquisite toes. I could stare at his body all day, and I often got the chance. Logan, Dylan, and I had spent all day on the lake in their uncle’s boat fishing and skiing. We were worn out.

 

Reclining on his bed in his underwear, Dylan had already showered. The covers were pulled down, and he lay on top with pillows between his back and the headboard. His gorgeous feet were crossed. He often made me lick them, and I pretended not to like it. He thumbed through a bondage magazine taken from my stash, but he stopped browsing to focus his attention on one special picture. Dylan’s dick was stiff. He scratched himself and rubbed the cotton briefs over his erection. He gazed at the picture for several minutes. I loved the view.

 

Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - Joshua 6, Part 1

Joshua 6

Part 1

 

Joshua stopped by mid-afternoon, which was highly unusual since he ordinarily came late at night. It was the fifth of July and hot as blazes. He wore beige shorts, flip-flops, and a white short-sleeved shirt dampened with sweat and unbuttoned to bare his chest.

 

He sat on the sofa, told me to get him a glass of Coke, and made himself at home. He had been passing by, saw my vehicle in the driveway, and decided to stop in to cool off. He was quite relaxed, hardly saying a word. I stared at him in awkward silence. 

On the Subject of Bondage and Crossdressing

This just in from my friend Leo in Dallas, after reading "Straight Guy's Rage," which I posted on April 9th:

 

DALLAS, TX. Since you opened up the cross dressing subject, I have a true story I don't think I have submitted. It's not a long tale, but too long for a comment, so here goes. It may be too lame for posting. [It isn't.—BW]

 

I have a friend that occasionally came to Dallas on business and we would have a few days to play. When he visited he was generally here for a week, maybe two. In his home town there were no leather bars so when he visited, he liked to go out to the bar where we met. 

 

Ok, getting to the point; on one of his trips, while we were at the bar, we saw a guy dressed very peculiarly—as I remember it he was bare-assed, wearing only a G-string and white majorette boots—but he was sorta good looking so having some influence in the BDSM community, I saved him from being thrown out. I promised to look after him while he was in the bar, all this without him knowing about it. Me and my boy toy, the one from out of town, decided to take him home. 

 

I should have known better but the guy was getting cuter and it was getting late, you know, everything looks better at closing time, and my boy toy really wanted to work over a guy with me. He very willingly agreed to follow us home. I should have seen the signs, the reason for his quirkiness. We get home and he comes in with a small suitcase and asks if he can use the bathroom so he can change. I showed him where to go and my friend and I waited in the main room for him to join us. 

 

Well, surprisingly to us, but certainly not out of the realm of acceptable BDSM behavior, he crawled into the room dressed in women's lingerie, a sparkly chain chest harness with dangles, possibly made of necklace chain, a collar, nipple clamps and he had a flogger in his mouth, just the handle. I didn't know what to say so I just pointed him toward the master bedroom, it was my play space in that house since it had a vaulted ceiling, a 13' height, and it would accommodate a small hoist. 

 

We waited until he had time to be there and a little longer. We privately discussed how we were going to handle the situation and since I had asked the guy to come home, and we didn't negotiate, it was my fault I was in this situation so I was compelled to seeing it through. We put him through the various activities he wished to experience, the last being a severe paddling. He did this part without the panties. I bruised him up quite a bit, as per his urging, even after advising him of the condition of his ass, repeatedly. I stopped before I made him bleed even at his request for more. He had chain impressions all over his chest, the “harness” was very loose fitting.

 

This was back when AIDS was a real threat and there was no hope of recovery or even living with it for any length of time, almost everyone was terrified of it including me, I even had two of everything that dealt with the mouth (gags) or anything anal, one for positive, one for negative. 

 

Ok, he was released and he hurried to the bathroom. He came back with a Sharpie in his hand and asked us to sign his ass. OK, so he had a great time, it had been hard to tell. We still had more time on our hands, it was too late to return to the bar but not so late so we went out on the patio and had a long talk about his fetish, our fetishes and BDSM in general. I strongly suggested that he advise the guys that asked him home to disclose his fetish and that if he wanted more takers, to try and behave less, weird. I informed him that unless he is told to shut up, he should make some kind of sounds that let the top know how he's doing. I also talked to him about NLA Dallas and he could find quite a few likeminded people there.

 

I saw him a few more times in the bar but he must have found another place to go, I never saw him at the NLA meetings either. This was before cell phones and the internet. There were bulletin boards and AOL but no real, search engines.

 

That's my only experience that dealt with crossdressing other than my participation at the occasional benefit show at the bar, one or two but… NEVER AGAIN!

 

[The first part of Eric Tide's long new chapter about Joshua will be posted tomorrow, Friday]

Straight Guy's Rage

Cross-dressing and forced feminization have never been my thing, and apparently they were not a big thing for most Bound & Gagged readers. That doesn't mean I failed to publish all reader-written true experiences that came my way involving men forced into corsets, high heels and make-up; it's just that very few such experiences did. 

 

In the days of Bound & Gagged, this particular reader did write me more than one letter about his experiences, which I published. But I don't remember ever seeing this one, which I recently found in a box of unpublished material. The other pieces may have had some cross dressing in them, I can't say for sure. What I do remember is that most of the tops/masters he sought out, who were usually straight men themselves, as he himself may be, were more violent and cruel than I personally found palatable. Same goes for the top/master here, but there's no denying the story's powerful, and makes for hot reading.

 

A STRAIGHT MAN TAKES OUT HIS RAGE AGAINST

WOMEN ON HIS MALE SLAVE

 

RIVERSIDE, CA.—I knew Tom was married when I first met him and spent the night as his slave. We discussed it at great length. I wanted him to be the one that took the responsibility if his wife Janet ever found out about me.

 

I was thrilled that he “kept me on.” Janet was a computer analyst systems designer,and she traveled a lot. There were plenty of long weekends for me to be Tom’s sex toy and bondage plaything. But I always felt like I wanted more!