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Squeaker's Story

The Canadian correspondent who wrote me about his week in chastity, has now followed up with this piece about his first meeting with the Master who required it of him. 

 

I’m Squeaker and was given that nickname when I joined the BDSM community in Vancouver ages ago. Wearing leather and rubber became more and more my lifestyle choice (apart from clothes for my day job) and friends can tell I’m approaching by the squeaking sound my gear makes. That’s always satisfying, and I love the way skin-tight black gear looks on my body. My Viking looks, the bald head, red beard and copious amount of body hair that poke out of my garments give me a certain look folks admire. I also possess piercing blue eyes, have a “winning” smile and a laugh that’s quite infectious in a crowd.

 

But course I don’t just wear fetish clothes for the looks or the compliments. I wear black leather (or rubber) as a badge of honour, as black is a well-known power colour. Being a Leo I crave attention and also need to satisfy my deep sexual needs. The only problem is that I’m more passive than I look. That makes it easy to mistake me for a Sir when secretly I yearn for a domineering husky top to take me home, bind me tight, and have his way with me for hours (or days) on end. I crave being used and abused and owned by anyone who’d care to take me in, so long as I don’t receive any permanent marks (my only stipulation).

 

Last year I visited Montreal for the first time and found a great leather bar on Ste. Catherine street. Being a newbie made me attract plenty of attention from the locals. One rugged, tall, lean man dressed in head-to-toe leather complete with knee-high boots came over to me. He saw right through me and immediately chatted me up. “So, Boy, you’re from back West?” he growled. I told him I’d just arrived and was at the bar for a drink and to get my bearings. “You got a place to sleep?” he asked. I told him I might stay overnight at the sauna down the street. “Fuck that, you’re coming home to my place.”

What Bondage Means to Me

 

Recently during a chat with a guy on Recon I asked him, as I ask pretty much everyone who contacts me on any bondage-related site, to write me about his bondage experiences, thoughts, fantasies, etc. I assured him, as I assure everyone, that I would post what he wrote me anonymously, unless he specifically asked to be identified. Tonywetsuit1, who asked to be identified by his Recon name, sent me the following, which is a little different from the majority of emails I've ever received on the subject, but no less fascinating for all that. I wonder if it will inspire some of you out there to write me your thoughts on his piece, and on bondage, and to always send me, of course, detailed descriptions of your own bondage experiences. Those of you who've never done it may find, to your surprise, that just putting down the words about one or more of your bondage adventures will be a big turn on in itself, especially in these days of social distancing. So make it even more of a turn-on: don't touch your cocks while you write, or at any rate don't give them more than a squeeze or two every time you recall a particularly hot moment, and see if you can keep yourselves from jerking off before you push the send button.

 

Here's Tonywetsuit1:

 

Strange as it sounds, after all these years, I’m not sure I know what bondage is about. There have been several experiences that have shaped me, and I find the subject becomes increasingly difficult to describe.

 

At 12 years old, I played in the basement with Paul. I found some straps and we played tie up games. Nothing sexual, just two kids having fun. I put the straps around his ankles and he said, “That feels good…” Those words didn’t register with me at the time, but it introduced the idea of bondage being sensual.

 

 

In my mid 20’s I met Jeff at a bar. He was wearing a white hoodie, sneakers and Levi’s. He was nice looking. We went to his apartment to make out. He had handcuffs on the nightstand. We talked about that ratcheting, glimmering steel for a long time. We took turns holding them, feeling the weight. They were heavy. They were real.  I finally offered my wrists to him and said cuff me. I learned to trust someone. We traded roles several times.

 

 

Late 20’s, I went home with Steve. I was on his weight stack with my hands tied behind my back. He found my nipples are wired and displayed his own round pecs in front of me. I learned to beg.

 

 

David had a flogger. I tied him to a bench and asked if I could use it on him full force, He said yes. I learned what it’s like to give pain to someone.

 

 

I put Patrick in a straitjacket laying on his back. Leather restraints around his ankles. I went to the supermarket. As I walked up and down the isles buying Cheerios and laundry soap I felt the power of knowing I had a captive at home.

 

 

At 33 I fell in love with a man and we spent the next 26 years together until cancer took his life. It was all vanilla sex and it was wonderful. I miss him dearly.

 

 

I’ve been on my own for two years now rediscovering who I am. For me, bondage is about a sensual feeling, trust, deviousness, fiendishness, control, gentle touches, loving caressing, and exploration. I love careful rope work, elaborate leather restraints. Steel. I sub and I top.

Second Bound & Gagged eBook Out

Getting these eBooks out always takes longer than I like, but I’m happy to be able to tell you that Natural Slave (and other stories of submission and domination), which I only promised you a month and a half ago, is finally out, with a cover that Amazon doesn’t seem to find offensive.

 

 

This eBook contains a number of my own all-time favorites: “Natural Slave” itself, which I continue to find as hot a personal account as anyone ever sent me, together with “Confidences of a Bully” and the “Memoirs of a Skinhead Bootslave”, to mention only three of the ten powerful pieces in the collection. These particular three are also followed by “interviews” I conducted by mail with the writers, to fill in many of their details.

 

If you liked what you used to read in Bound & Gagged, you won’t be disappointed by these stories, or by their incredibly low price: only $3.99!

Seven Days of Chastity (Concluded)

Day Six

 

As usual, Tigg had a great time exploring ways of finding some non-masturbatory sexual satisfaction. Last night he remembered many a scene at Sir’s place when he was tied down getting edged for hours and his tits were heavily tortured. The memory of one hot time being bound tightly got Tigg’s juices flowing in the early hours of the morning. He put on his suction cups and played with his tits until the skin started to squeeze up to fill each cup. That was extremely pleasurable as his dick was flickering away with the very sexual sensations of what his fingers were doing to his tits. Eventually, after an hour, both tits were completely encapsulated by each cup and Tigg could finally get a good night’s rest.

 

The morning was pleasant, chatting online with Dark Wiz who seems pleased with the on-going journal. He’s greatly amused that Tigg found so many ways to obtain some sexual satisfaction, even if he can’t cum yet. Today Tigg is wearing one of those fish-net kind of tank tops he purchased in the UK last year. It’s perfect for today because his tits are greatly inflamed after last night’s extensive bondage in those suction cups for hours on end. They are very sensitive, particularly when they rub against the openings of the tank and his dick badly wants to burst out of its confinement every time that happens. It’s like having a constant on-going erection, constrained by the cock cage for added frustration and delight.

 

Day Seven

This is the last full 24-hour day period wearing the cock cage. Dark Wiz has given Tigg permission to take it off tonight so that he can have a great time playing with his toys and finally shooting his load once or twice. Tigg’s partner is a sound sleeper and Tigg can easily play in the den for private full-out sleazy, smutty times.

 

The day proceeded uneventfully, but Tigg’s heart was beginning to race as the evening came on. He kept watching the clock, waiting for his partner to head to bed. He had set out his electro toys and various lubes and cock rings for his coming playtime. His tits are still inflamed from the previous day’s activities and while he watches TV with his partner, he flicks and rubs those nubs raw. His partner can’t see what devious things Tigg is doing as he’s seated in a heavy chair in front of Tigg. As you can see, Tigg is rather shameless!

 

Finally, it was bedtime. Tigg had already put on his tit suction cups before going to bed. He slept just for a couple of hours and then was awake and ready for some hot solo action. Releasing the cage key lock while his ever-growing cock pressed harder against the cage made it literally spring off and sent it across the bathroom counter. After that things got very steamy indeed.

 

As mentioned, Tigg’s favourite toys are his electro ones. He can plug in a pair of pads for his legs and then use the pair of band-like ones for his cock and balls. Starting this way was a great beginning.

 

Tigg had also bookmarked his favourite edging and bondage videos to watch during this long session. Take about exquisite pleasure, after one long week not feeling his cock, Tigg was really enjoying his self edging session.

 

Part way through, and after watching a lengthy video where some young hot guy got stroked off three times while tied up, Tigg rearranged his electro toys. Now he is trying out one of the band-like ones on his wrist, then later pushed that down to circle his four fingers instead. The electricity was powerful and made his whole arm shake at times. But the sensations through his fingers as he massaged his red, swollen tits were amazing. And transferring that sweet pulsing energy to his cock stroking off and apple polishing the head, well let’s say that Tigg was transported. A few hits of poppers also contributed to a fantastic time stroking his free raging hard member after a full week in chastity.

 

Tigg finally shot just under the two-hour mark while watching one of his favourite bondage “cumpilation” videos. Some husky guy kept saying “I’m cuming” over and over and Tigg totally lost it then. His last thoughts before shooting was imagining his Sir was with him right at that very moment, lying beside him stroking him off, kissing him on the neck and mouth. He even thought Sir was tickling him a little on his feet to stall off his climax, but Tigg’s body took over and totally exploded. He completely covered his chest in that sticky wonderful stuff. He even tasted his own cum and found it very sweet. Talk about a mess! No matter, it was worth the week-long chastity ordeal and when Tigg went back to bed he slept very well.

 

He woke up hours later with overly sensitive tits. He lightly flicked them with his fingertips, and felt his cock jump freely under his bed covers. He imagined that his Dark Wiz was nibbling on them right now (or maybe put some red ants and honey inside one of his tit pumps). Naturally, he got hard as a rock once again and this time had a satisfying quick jack-off. He spilled his seed into his open palm and greedily ate up everything. But there was a little leftover, so he worked it into his beard and laid back to enjoy those final euphoric moments. It’s as if Sir was right there curled up spooning Tigg, gently encouraging his horny ways to get off. Tigg felt they were profoundly bonded together despite the distance apart.

 

 

 

Seven Days of Chastity (Continued)

    Day Four

 

A couple of stipulations should be mentioned at this point. Tigg is obliged to report to his Dark Wiz frequently by sending text messages and by allowing him to read this ongoing online diary. At times, they can engage in a live-time chat either by phone or by webcam with Google Hangouts. Tigg’s movements are always closely monitored by this report and his text messages. He is a disciplined boy, regardless of the distance apart.

 

Tigg only gets a chance to explore the delicious sensations of wearing this chastity device during the evening hours. His life partner (and everyone else he may encounter) is totally unaware that he has willingly put himself into bondage for a week. Knowing that he’s secretly under constant service to his Dark Wiz gives Tigg a provocative thrill.

 

Tonight, though, Dark Wiz made his displeasure quite clear that Tigg is enjoying himself far too much. During a text message exchange Sir suggested Tigg was cheating and was taking off his cock cage, and even called him a liar when he protested to the contrary. Tigg became quite upset and decided to have a chaste evening with no sexual activities at all during the night.

 

 

Day Five

After a long engaging phone call in the morning it turns out Tigg got the wrong end of the stick with last night’s SMS chat. The Dark Wiz was only testing Tigg’s commitment for the one week. All of this was meant as playful banter, showing Sir’s sarcastic side and making sure his Boy was under his control. Unfortunately, Tigg totally misunderstood and felt that he had somehow crossed the line to make his Master incredibly cross.

He now fully realizes Dark Wiz was just playing head-games. During today’s call Sir heartily laughed and reassured him about his mistake over the whole situation. Sir is very proud of his boy for holding out on ejaculation and admires the fact that he is be so inventive in his quest for sexual satisfaction in non-orgasmic ways. Naturally, Tigg is much relieved!

Tigg’s interest in BDSM is reflected in his writings about his gay composer friend, Claude Vivier also from Montreal who himself was heavily involved in S&M. Many passages in Claude’s music suggest a controlled flogging session, and several others are repetitive enough to suggest protracted edging sessions. Tigg never met Claude as he was only introduced to him at UBC in 1996. But over the years of exploring his music Tigg had the opportunity to interview many close friends and acquaintances and felt a certain kinship with his Montrealer friend. While Claude was certainly often horny as Tigg, he differed in that he enjoyed life-threatening danger. Sadly, his last ‘date’ was with a serial killer; he was strangled and stabbed multiple times. Not quite the arousing experience young Claude was looking for, unfortunately.

 

[to be continued]

 

Seven Days of Chastity (Continued)

  Day Three

 

Last night Tigg had more fun. Shortly after midnight, a bathroom visit was necessary.  After a satisfying, but erratic piss through his cage, he explored the sensations of his now groaning cock with silicone-based lube and tried to jack off. He could experience some dulled sensations on the dick when wrapping his entire hand around the cock cage, but he went wild when apple polishing his dick head that poked through the top. At this point, Tigg became fucking horny. He got out his Fort Troff ass vibrator and lubed it up well. Then he shoved the whole damn 10-inch thing up his rear and quickly turned it on high. The sensations were truly amazing both in the ass and cock. However, Tigg didn’t stop there. He badly wanted to ejaculate somehow. Massaging his taint for over half an hour made him moan agonizingly and he came very close to shooting, but in vain. Still, he had a very satisfying time, with delicious feelings he had never experienced before.

 

Right before sunrise, Tigg woke up with a near-raging hard-on and this time his tits were overly sensitive. He gently played with them, flicking them a bit, lubing them a little, then twisting them hard, all the while his cock was swelling up, again frustrated by the cock cage. Tigg went back to the bathroom and put on his silicone tit suction cups and proceeded to jack off as best he could with the cage. He discovered the part under the tip of the cage is indeed open for easier pissing and with a little ingenuity he could get his juices flowing using the tips of his fingers. Better yet, using his fingernails not only massaged the frenum but also the edge of his cock head too. Tigg was in ecstasy! But again, no full orgasm, just a lot of sensual moments.

 

It’s now late morning and Tigg has been up for just over an hour. The silicone tit suction cups are still on as he writes his report today. His tits have never looked plumper or more sensitive in ages. If his Dark Wiz was here Tigg’s tits would have been happily subjected to further torture with clothes pegs, or pumps, or clamps. Still, Tigg is content. Last night’s activities allowed him to experience new heightened, erotic sensations. It’s going to be another great day, nearly hump day too!

 

[to be continued]

 

Seven Days of Chastity

A slave in western Canada was recently ordered by his Master in Montreal to spend a week in chastity, and keep a diary of it. “Under Sir’s directive,” Tigg wrote me, “Tigg was not permitted to ejaculate but was permitted to explore other ways to enjoy his confinement.” Though Tigg’s chastity week took place before most of the world went into confinement, the diary offers a perfect bondage situation for these days of social distancing: cyber obedience to a Master who requires us to stay at a physically enforced social distance from our cock, that part of ourselves that might otherwise—especially in these isolating times—offer us even more solace and companionship than usual.

 

“This journal,” Tigg wrote, “will account for all of Tigg’s horny, sleazy thoughts that occur while wearing the chastity device. Hopefully others may be inspired for their own boys/slaves to wear one for equally long periods of time. The infuriating sensations and Tigg’s vain attempts for ‘release’ will be chronicled here. No doubt he will find inventive ways of dealing with this kind of confinement.”

 

Tigg sent me his chastity diary, and also described how he spent the night before he put the cock cage on when, as he tells me, he “was free to have a little fun”:

 

“One set of toys he enjoys is his electro equipment. He particularly likes the pads and has tried them on many parts of his legs and hardened cock too. He finds placing them along the inside of both thighs is the best and watching his leg muscles flex erratically is a huge turn-on for him.

 

“Tigg also used a couple of toys perfect for solo jack-play but not until he had wrapped his bondage belt around his lower legs to keep them in place before he stroked off agonizingly for an hour or two. Sometimes he pumped his enormous cock very, very slowly until it subsided and shrank to half its size. Then he took great delight in reviving himself to stroke off to a near climax, and then abruptly stop. Coconut oil (the hard version) was his favourite lube for this on-going play. He really wanted to feel every vein, every crevice of his thick 7-inch cock before the week-long bondage. When he shot, he left his copious cum dry all over his hairy bod as a little sticky reminder when he woke up.”

 

Though I’m tempted to post each entry day by day, if only to be perverse, let me combine days one and two here, since day one seems to have been largely uneventful, and basically just describes the rules.

 

 

Day One

it’s late morning of Day One and time to follow Sir’s orders. Tigg is freshly showered and has taken great care in adding ointments to all the areas that will be soon covered by the cock cage. He is ordered to never remove it, even if taking a piss or sitting on the throne and even while taking a shower. The only exception is that Tigg is permitted to remove it (temporarily) should he encounter any strange pain or sensations.

 

Tigg is also ordered to wear only one jock strap for the entire week. When home alone, he must not wear anything else. He is permitted to wash and dry his garment overnight on occasion. On nights like these, Tigg must wear Sir’s old underwear trunks to bed. At Tigg’s discretion, the jock strap may be used as a face mask to deprive him of vision for periods of time, so long as he is wearing Sir’s trunks at the same time.

 

Tigg knows fully that his Sir, the Dark Wiz, is expecting him to follow these orders strictly and to write about his experiences. Sir lives in Montreal 4,500 km away, but his presence is deeply felt by Tigg. Tigg’s cock is freely owned by and given to the Dark Wiz who alone has access to it and to all Tigg’s deepest secrets, desires and fantasies.

 

 

Day Two

Last night proved amazingly hot and erotic. While Tigg slept well mostly, his dick had a mind of its own. He got up around 2am with a raging hard-on and noticed his dick bulging through the cage, particularly around the head. Tigg used some water-based jelly to lubricate the cage and to better feel his enclosed cock. His half-engorged shaft was sensitive to a degree, but more so under his balls (the taint) and the balls themselves. Reaching for his electric toothbrush, Tigg teased himself by exploring these areas. One spot under the tip of the cage seemed more ‘open’ (to permit peeing) and Tigg was able to press the head of the toothbrush right next to his cock head and he literally danced around the room with the penetrating, exquisite pleasure/pain.

 

It’s now morning and Tigg woke up with another near hard-on. Instead of playing with his cock this time, Tigg decided to train his pussy hole (side note: Dark Wiz takes charge of ALL of Tigg’s sensitive and responsive body parts. Always.). After a few minutes of gentle finger fucking with lots of jelly lube Tigg shoved up a decent sized butt plug. An added frustration: he tried to piss, but with no luck! The sensations of the butt plug against the prostate made that impossible. He will have to wait until his morning shower and remove the plug and then relieve himself. Urine therapy can be very therapeutic.

 

Some post-shower comments. Tigg has discovered a new way to shower. Instead of simply standing he lay flat on his back in the tub with his legs extended in the air supported by the shower walls. That way the water hit his hot pussy hole and cock perfectly. His butt plug flopped out quickly and then it was easy to clean all those delicious areas. It was welcome to have a morning piss after all, but it didn’t spray up in a golden arc like one sees in WS movies. Instead Tigg enjoyed a slow, satisfying long drizzle that he could feel along his belly. Not surprisingly, Tigg cupped some of the yellow stuff and happily drank it.

 

[to be continued]