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.
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