Nervous? Anyone with an ounce of caution should have been anxious. We had communicated through the internet over the past nine months and he knew me like nobody else. I called him my pseudo therapist. Now he was coming to provide me with a weekend session to be remembered and cherished. He was an older and experienced top, who was going to allow me to personally be subjected to situations designed to play out my erotic fantasies and pent-up desires.
For most intensive purposes, I am considered a normal, healthy, average looking twenty-seven year old man. By some peoples' standards I am no longer considered a young man but I still holding on to the trappings of youth. Somewhere over the years I was able to graduate from high school, obtain a business degree at a mediocre university, and follow that up with a middle class job. The future looked good but not sensational. The normal route should have been for me to now own a devoted dog, have a wife, sire two prodigies, and be in debt above my means with car and house mortgages. Alas, that was not how life was unfolding.
Over the years I had been with a number of women, a few who were interested in me, but none that I could see living with for the long term. Sometimes I would blamed the break-up on a poor mix of personalities, lack of similar interests, that annoying chatter, or some other mundane habit or event. I began, however, to realize that there was another major reason. The sex was just not that exciting. Don't get me wrong, I would like to think of myself as being somewhat above average in the sack, just like every other man, but sex was like watching a rerun of an entire soccer match. There was a lot of kicking the balls back and forth resulting in winning by a single goal or two. A secret I had held since childhood always seemed to surface before, during, and after sex and during breathing for that matter. This secret always left me feeling that there must be more.
Like all little boys, I took great joy in masturbating on a regular basis. The pleasure of release and the thought of doing something somewhat prohibited was enormous. What was of the greatest pleasure, however, was the thought of being out of control and just letting go. The ultimate release of control for me would be to have been being bound. These thoughts lead to all sorts of fantasies, while masturbating, of how I could be bound, gagged, and helpless. Strong feelings led to some experimenting with self-bondage but it never was able to come close to my fantasies involving someone else taking control for an extended time. Arousal was intertwined with thoughts of ropes, gags, locks, leather, and being completely controlled by another. I dreamed of this dissociative state where I could just feel intense bodily arousal like no other extreme feeling while being out of control. I was never able to find the balanced equation between giving up complete control and having complete trust. That required a special person and relationship.
With the world of the internet I was able to explore sites and talk with individuals who shared similar thoughts. Somehow I gravitated to the gay sites; possibly as it was easier to relate to men like myself being bound and possibly due to latent bisexuality or homosexuality feelings. Men seem to have a better understanding of what men are seeking.
As a result of years of searching, trying to come to grips with understanding my desires, and finally accepting that they exist and that I cannot change; I came across an individual under the handle "gaggedboundforyou". He would not have been my first pick since he was in his mid-fifties and I am not into a daddy complex. Although much older than myself, he appeared to possess the appropriate mix of a strong top and an individual whom I felt I could trust. He would listen, emphasized safety, and was accepting of my thoughts. Over time our relationship built and I felt he could embody the criteria of trust and allow me to be able to let go and pursue my fantasies unbounded.
We began by discussing through the internet our general thoughts and fantasies concerning bondage. Sometime later, he suggested that we pursue our discussion to the next logical level. If I was serious about wanting to experience bondage, then I needed to open up further and tell all. He sent a series of initial questions for me to answer about my deepest secrets, things I had never told anyone. This inquiry into my personal thoughts took be back a bit and I initially delayed my response. After a few days, however, he sent another e-mail suggesting we either break off communication or move ahead. He gave me a few days to respond. I decided he was correct and headed down the rabbit hole opening my deepest thoughts, desires, and fantasies. My life was an open book to him and I would answer truthfully anything he asked.
What lies beneath the rabbit hole is intriguing, especially when you expose it to another. Over the next few months I shared everything I could think of and examined the inner thoughts of my soul. There was nothing that "gaggedboundforyou" did not know about me. He knew me better than I knew myself. I had finally met someone whom I could trust completely and who knew all my inner fantasies. Having shared all that was on my mind, I was now ready to share my physical being. I was now as ready as I ever would be to pursue all my pleasures having minimized the nasty voices of the rational. I was ready to let go physically into someone else's hands.
After a few months, we arranged a meeting. He was going to come to my city specifically for a session with me during the long weekend. I would be "free and his" from Friday evening until Tuesday morning! We agreed that the most convenient and safe place to meet and play out my fantasies would be my place. He instructed me on what was to be available in terms of equipment and how some of the scenes might unfold. He would be in control from the moment we met until when he would leave on Tuesday morning. If things were too intense there was a release knock. This would mean a brief time of temporary relief. I was permitted to only have one knock during the entire time. Anymore and the weekend session would end immediately. There was also a different knock what would end the session immediately and he would leave. Otherwise, he did as he pleased, constrained by the knowledge of my fantasies and the limits of what I had expressed I was willing to try.
I would not have wanted to be the client whose accounts I worked on the Friday before his arrival. My mind was elsewhere. After work I rushed home, not that anything needed preparation. I had placed all the "toys" in one place, cleaned up the house, pre-made meals in the fridge, and placed additional hooks around the house. I went to the washroom but to no avail since I had not eaten for the past twelve hours. Now I waited for the call. I carefully avoided watching any porn on TV so I would not be tempted and instead popped a movie rated general audience into the blu ray. I had no idea what I was watching and was startled when I heard the phone ring. When I answered the phone I realized that it was the first time I had heard his voice. He spoke in a gentle, relaxed manner and mentioned that his plane had just arrived and he was in the process of collecting his baggage. He would be picking up his rental vehicle and driving to my place, he expected to arrive in one and one half hours. Within the hour, I was to unlock the back door, take the bucked with the key that had been frozen in ice out of the freezer for my handcuffs, and handcuff myself with my hands behind my back to the basement support beam. I was to be fully clothed but not have anything in my pockets that could aid in escape. The key frozen in the ice bucket was to be placed by my hands and was not expected to attainable for my release until after he arrived. This would allow me the ability to be released in case problems might prevent his arrival. His continued emphasis on my safety did much to increase my trust of this man and my growing excitement of what was to come.
Locked down in the basement, it seemed like time was operating in slowed motion until I heard the back door of the house open and close. I could hear his footsteps and the drop of his suitcases. He moved about the house, closing all the blinds and curtains and then found his way to basement. He took his time. As he descended, I could see what he looked like for the first time. He was true to his internet description; a middle-aged man with a beard that was slightly graying. He was over six feet tall and was in great shape. He moved with confidence and had a friendly and open expression. His first question to me was, "Are you having any second thoughts or do we begin?" I looked up and feebly stated, "Begin." He repeated, "I need you to say this with conviction." After thinking for a moment and reviewing in my mind all our correspondence over the past nine months, I looked up at him and clearly stated: "Let's begin."
As he pushed aside the bucket with the key, he reviewed the ground rules. "From this point on you will address me as Sir. I will use punishment only as a lesson resulting from your failure to comply or as motivator for immediate compliance. You will not talk unless directly asked and will wait until given permission to speak. You may respond now. Is that clear?"
I could not imagine how easy it was to say to this man, "Yes Sir." I was in his care and control. Would the weekend go swiftly, painlessly, or be long and tedious? This was no longer my problem.
Immediately he knelt down, grabbed my hair and pressed his lips to mine. It was different to kiss a man for the first time but I found myself responding in kind. I trembled as I became as hard as I have ever been. I felt the constraints of my trousers and longed for release. He continued to tease and caressed me, feeling me up through my cloths and gaining great pleasure in my confined condition and the growth in my groin. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my chest. After playing with my nipples, I felt the sting of two nipple clamps. The combination of pleasure and arousal, with that of pain, was indiscernible. Not being use to nipple clamps, he removed them after a short time and I felt the electrifying energy of pain ebb as my nipples attempted to return to normal. Everything was not normal, I was in ecstasy. I had no doubt that I would see these clamps again as well as other instruments of arousal over the weekend.
Sir left me in my heightened state and went upstairs. Sir returned shortly with some toys and equipment. He bound my feet with rope and tied one hand securely to the pole. He untied the other hand and pulled my arm through the sleeve, quickly reattaching my arm to the handcuff. He repeated the process with the other hand until my shirt was off. I realized that there would be no opportunity for escape at any time this weekend. With my shirt off, he mercilessly caressed my arms, chests and tender nipples. Sir combined light and hard touch, massage, and the occasional feel of my privates. I wanted release so bad and would often move my hips in the feeble attempt to heighten my arousal.
Sir then began to neatly fold my shirt and place it to on the center table. He then moved in front of me and slowly began to undress. He had all the time in the world and I was not going anywhere. He stripped off his shirt, shoes, socks, and trousers and neatly folding them aside. I gazed upon his black leather underwear, tightly laced, but with a very evident bulge. I expected I would get to know the contents of this leather pouch very well this weekend. Next he moved forward and I felt his bare skin against mine as he continued to keep me aroused and on edge. He slowly reached down and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I could feel his hand rubbing my penis and testicles. He was ever so skillful, stopping just prior to the point of no return and allowing me to recover. He unbound my feet and removed my socks and shoes. He spent just enough time to verify that I was, as I had said, ticklish. With a strong and forceful movement he pulled down my pants off my hips and with a final strong yank flung them off my feet like a matador's cape before the bull. He now began to play with my genitals through my underwear, watching my feeble attempts of rocking my hips to assist his touch and my hope to reach organism. He would stop at just the right moment and take time to wait for me to subside. My penis stood at attention as Sir finally released my struggling penis from the bounds of my underwear. Sir removed my underwear and left me stock naked. After a moment admiring his work and toy, Sir re-bound my feet securely, tied my waist to the pole, and bound my legs in a manner that left me in a fetal position. I was not going anywhere soon. Sir then left the basement with our cloths and the bucket and went upstairs. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life, exacerbated by the fact that I had been aroused and teased but not able to ejaculate. When I heard the shower and realized that Sir was cleaning up after his flight, I felt rejected and quickly lost my erection. Sir was clearly in control and I longed for his return.
After what seemed an eternity, Sir returned with a gag and hood. The gag seemed a bit redundant since I was not permitted to speak but he was in control. Sir inserted the gag and locked it behind my head. Sir also insertion ear plugs prior to lacing up the hood. I could not see or hear and the only thing my face seemed good for was endless supplies of drool. Sir unlocked my arms from around the pole and then relocked them behind my back. He placed a chain around the handcuffs and the buckle in the neck collar of the hood and secured my head and arms with a lock through the chain. My hands were in an uplifted position and my head was pulled back. Any movement of my head forward lifted my hands in a painful manner. Sir then clipped a dog chain to the front buckle of the hood. Next he undid the ropes around my waist and from around my feet and legs. Sir secured a single rope around my ankles with just enough distance that I could walk and climb steps but not bolt. Sir jerked the chain indicating that I needed to arise to my feet. With great awkwardness, I was on my feet and was being lead up the stairs past the main floor and then up to my bedroom. Once in the bedroom, I was directed by a yank on the collar chain toward the edge of the bed and positioned on my side on the bed. The sheets felt cold, strange, and slippery and I realized that a plastic sheet was covering and protecting the bed. Following a systematic procedure that would not allow a marine to escape, I was secured in a spread-eagle position on the bed.
Eventually Sir released one leg and I could feel warm water and foam being applied to my leg. My leg was elevated and I felt the slippery solution roll down my upright leg, across my testicles and down my butt crack. I then felt Sir begin to shave my leg with a razor. I realized that Sir was going to shave all my body hair. Sir first shaved one leg, then the other, followed by one arm and then the other, and finally all my chest hair. With no chance of escape, Sir then in a similar position placed me on my stomach and continued the shaving procedure, including shaving my ass. He washed me off with a wet sponge and then removed the plastic and flipped me over on my back again returning me to a spread-eagle position. Between the evaporation of the water and the loss of hair, I could feel the cool air around my exposed body. Sir then removed the hood, earplugs, and gag; a welcome relief for my jaw. He propped up my head with a number of pillows and put a small piece of plastic under my ass. This allowed me to see as he continued to remove the last remaining hair below my neck, my pubic hair and hair around my testicles. I was aroused by what he was doing, by how the cream felt on my bare skin, and by how smooth I looked. Being hairless made me feel like I was a prepubescent fourteen year old. But I regress.
Sir's next move was not unexpected. Removing the pillows and placing a plastic sheet under my head, he began to shave the top and sides of my head. Shaving my head was something during our internet communications I had expressed some uncertainty about doing but had stated that I would be willing to try should it move Sir. Looking up at Sir's crotch, it obviously pleased him. I found myself in synch with his pleasure. When he completed the front of my head, he slid forward and lifted my head to be able to shave the back of my head. Sir used his thighs to hold my head resulting in my mouth being at the level of his penis. As an automatic reflex, like a baby responding to his mother's nipple, I began to suck. Sir continued to be aroused but focused on the task of shaving and did not allow me the satisfaction of bringing him to orgasm. Shave completed, Sir cleaned up and left me to the frustration of my continued and growing horniness.
After a considerable passage of time being left alone and in the dark I lost of my erection and excitement. I wondered what had become of Sir. I was in a helpless state unable to release myself and in need of Sir. Had Sir forgotten me? Please just let something happen.
At the peak of frustration and aloneness, pulling against my bounds, Sir reappeared. It was time for supper. I had no idea it was this late, but having not eaten for over 18 hours I realized how much I needed food. Sir kept the lights off but lit a couple of candles. The ambiance took on a mediaeval flavor with me naked and in a spread-eagle position, tied to the bed, in a dimly flickering lighted room. Sir propped my head up and kept his erect penis only inches from my mouth. He began to spoon feed me and between feedings would gently touch or stroke me, playing with my aroused state. I wanted, between mouthfuls, so desperately to have an orgasm or deliver my first blow job to Sir. Neither was available for now. I continued to eat my supper and enjoy being rehydrated with copious amounts of water, while being so helpless that I needed to be fed and watered. When the meal was finished, Sir opened a bottle of wine which we both proceeded to consume. I never realized that being served wine by candlelight by a naked man while being bound could be so exciting.
I was feeling a little light headed between the wine and having not eaten for so long a period of time. Sir began to stimulate me again. I was aroused to the point of organism only to have him stop and take time for the excitement to subside. He was a master at teasing. Before the next arousal, he secured a cock ring around my package to extend the time between plays. After the next arousal and teasing, Sir mentioned that we cannot do anything further until dessert. Sir straddled himself over my face and allowed his erect penis to enter my mouth. I had always fantasized about what it would be like to be forced to give a blow job. I technically wasn't forced, as I desperately wanted to service Sir, but I definitely was not the one in control. I began to orally stimulate Sir for all I was worth and tried everything I had read and imagined. Before long could feel Sir's cream squirting in my mouth. Afterwards I was uncertain what to do and whether to swallow. Sir again took control and after his organism commanded me to lick his penis clean. He then proceeded to quickly close my mouth and wrap my lower head in duct tape. I had no choice but to retain the taste of his cum and eventually swallow.
Sir then told me that it was time to get ready for bed. He secured a locking collar on my neck. Next he placed locking mitts on both my hands. He then released one hand and secured it with a lock to a ring on the neck collar. The next hand followed suit. Sir then slowly moved both legs together. I realized that they had been outstretched for so long that movement was painful. He then secured two locking ankle cuffs to my feet. Using a lock and the rings on the cuffs, he attached both cuffs together. I realized that bed time meant needing to go to the bathroom but I was uncertain how he was going to get me to the bathroom with my ankles locked. Sir went for something in his suitcase and then lifted my feet up over my head leaving my butt exposed. I felt something cold on my butt and then he lowered my feet. He then raised my torso and I realized I was sitting on a bedpan. He pushed my penis down and commanded me to use the facilities as there would be no further opportunity until the morning. After dealing with the embarrassment and humiliation I was able to make a feebly attempt. Sir asked if I was finished, understanding the conditions for the evening, and I nodded. He lay me back down, removed the bedpan, and wiped my ass with a warm, moist towel.
Sir mentioned that the evening preparations were almost complete and we need a good sleep to prepare for the next day's events. He attached the neck collar to the bedpost with a bicycle cable lock, allowing enough play for safety and comfort but no chance of me going anywhere until released. Sir also set up bicycle lock at the foot of the bed to be use later to secured my ankles. Sir's next move was to raise both legs so they were well above my head and secured to the headboard. Sir then began to arouse me ever so slowly. He applied lube to my hole and played with my anal regions, finding my prostate gland. I was in ecstasy. He sucked and caressed my testicles and began licking my penis. I began to feel the warmth and wetness of his mouth on my penis while still tasting of his fluids in my mouth. His fingers massaged my ass and the tightness of my restraints brought me to new levels of excitement. I could hold it no longer. This was another first for me to receive a blow job from a man. I am uncertain if it was better to give or to receive.
I expected Sir to put my legs down and secure them for the evening, but instead he continued to leave them up, keeping my butt high in the air. He placed some type of cloth under my butt and I felt the coolness of lube applied liberally to my nether regions. He continued to massage my ass and I knew what was coming next. I could do nothing about it. Sir knew my fantasies well. I could feel one finger and later two. Finally I believe there must have been three fingers loosening and preparing me for Sir's package. I was relaxing more with each stroke of his fingers. Sir then moved into position and I could see the expressions on his face. Sir was excited and ready. As prepared and lubed as I was, I still experienced pain as Sir plunged his penis into me and began his slow and methodical thrusts. He took his time, enjoying the moment, and despite my occasional motions of resistance, he increased the depth and intensity of his thrusts. Finally I could feel his cum enter my rectum and the pulsation of his penis on my stretched anus as he shot his load. It was an incredible feeling to be had and to satisfy Sir.
Sir held it for a minute, and before he subsided he quickly removed his penis and inserted an anal plug. It had a large head and midsection but a thin shaft at the end. It went in hard and painfully and I knew it would be hard to remove, but once in it was not stretching my anus. I felt full but was not in pain and realized that I could handle this for the night. Sir's choice of a dido was excellent. I realized at this moment that I too was Sir's toy and choice for his pleasure. I mused that I was filled with Sir from both ends and would retain the taste of Sir all night as a reminder of my position.
Sir broke my thoughts when he rearranged the item he had placed under my butt and I felt it going between my legs and being attached around my waist. It did not take much thought to realize that in preparation for the evening I was being equipped with an adult night time Depends furnished with plastic pants. I do not have infanticide thoughts; however, I had expressed to Sir the desire of being helplessness and totally dependent. I definitely felt helpless and dependent. I realized that even though I had used the bedpan, with the amount of water and wine in my system and was likely to have an interesting time lasting till the morning.
Sir finally strapped down my feet and checked that my mitts, duct taped mouth, and the line from the bed to the neck was safe and secure for the night. He released the locks from the mitts and the neck collar and replaced it with a locking loop to allow more movement of the hands through the night. There was still limited movement and still no possibility of escape. I was neatly tucked away and ready for bed. Sir did his final preparations for the evening and joined me in bed. As he blew out the candles, he mentioned again the need to get a good night sleep. Sir promised that tomorrow would be a very full and active day.
Lying on my back with both my mouth and ass full, I thought about the other fantasies I had expressed to Sir. What was in store for me over the next few days? How many more firsts? I felt like a child on Christmas night. With great difficulty, I drifted asleep while hearing Sir's steady breathing. I was contented, relaxed, and secure having experienced more than what I could have imagined.
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