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A First Experience

As I said some months back, you write, I post.

 

The writer who just sent me this piece was decidedly under legal age when the events he describes took place. As was always my policy with Bound & Gagged, while I would never publish any account by an older person telling me of something he had done as an adult with or to someone under 18, even if that young person was a "willing" participant—since it is never possible to tell if children or adolescents really know their own minds, convinced as they may be that they do—I have never hesitated to publish the accounts of people telling me about how they were molested (willingly, or not) when they were very young by adults who should have known better. They have a right to tell their stories, too.

 

MY FIRST EXPERIENCE

I was 15, he was much older, probably in his 40s. A gentleman who lived up the street. He discovered me doing self bondage in some nearby woods and he offered me a chance to experience the real thing.

"Or I Could Tie You Up"

Just received this story, and love it for the way it recalls the effect that first time has on so many of us.

 

Like most guys I began to lean towards bondage as a kid, playing cops/robbers, war games etc. Getting older, the bondage fantasy began to include feelings of sexual arousal and got more intense as I immersed myself in reading “certain publications”. A local weekly gay magazine included a column on the bondage/leather, and S/M lifestyle written by a man who lived the life I wanted. Plus he was hot… After each article he included his contact phone number.

Blindfolded and Gagged

This just in, from a Canadian reader:

 

Thanks for the invitation to share some of my stories. Well for my first contribution I will write about my first bondage experience

 

Well, it isn't my very first bondage experience. Those took place when I was a kid and used to tie up every kid in the neighbourhood—everyone who would let me anyway. But those experiences were just that—kid play. And while later when we were getting a bit older we sort of drifted into sex with the bondage, originally all we did was tie each other up. But those are other stories. This one is about the first time I set myself up to be tied up and used for the pleasure of another man. It is also a story about how I came to be attracted to bigger guys.

Under Paul's Control

I should have to go back and check out old emails more often. Here's another great story that arrived in my inbox in JuLY, 2011, and that I'm almost convinced I never saw before, so obviously never posted. 

 

UNDER PAUL'S CONTROL

 

I am 29 years old and live in Oregon, and I have only recently discovered your webpage. I love visiting your webpage and reading the old stories, catching up on your blog, etc. I thought I would write to you and tell you how I met my partner, who I’m very much in love with and have been with for two and a half years. I really hope Oregon will let us get married soon! He is 48 years old and a big, big fan of B&G. He was a subscriber back in the day and still has a lot of the old magazines!

A Good Strapping and a Smoke

My laptop's in the hospital again, having a brain transplant. While this is obviously a bad thing, and is having an unfortunate effect on regular blog postings, it's pushed me to go back through my thousands of emails. In the course of doing that, I came upon this great story, which came in a few months ago and obviously fell through the cracks. 

 

BONDING WITH TONY

 

Recollections of first time bondage experiences bring back a memory I will share. It was the late 1960’s. I was a senior in high school. My father had died a couple of years earlier and I guess I was in search of an older man to be a father figure. A guy named Tony lived in the house next to ours. He had recently married a woman who had several young children from another marriage and I think they had one child of their own. Tony was a classic good looking guy: tall, blond hair, lean muscular build, great smile. He often did yard work with his shirt off. I remember my mother and other women commenting on what a show off he was. It was clear they liked what they saw.