True Life Bondage Adventures

My interest in leather and bondage had been present since my early days of sexual exploration. In high school, I stumbled upon various sites that contained images and stories of guys in bondage. In college, with one of my first sexual partners, we explored bondage to a degree. We never got very far into it, just tying each other up some as well as fucking in a sling he had purchased. We weren’t together long after his purchase of the sling. So, I didn’t have the chance the further explore bondage. We did just enough to create a spark. Over the course of the next few years, that spark became buried. It was buried schoolwork, social life, dating, and my own coming out process and life in general. Although it was no longer an active part of my life, or thoughts for that matter, it was still in the background waiting for the opportunity to resurface.

While bored one day (last spring, 2009, to be precise) I was browsing the web. I was horny and had every intention of just finding some porn to beat off to. This particular day I was becoming bored with the normal routine of searching for porn and simply getting off. So, I decided to search craigslist for something more, most likely a hookup. I stumbled upon an ad for an older guy who was looking for a leather student. He stated that he was very much into the leather scene and was looking for someone new to share that with. The ad was very detailed (including pictures) in the kids of things he was into and looking for. He sounded like a nice guy who was willing to show me the ropes of leather, taking it slow, and never making me do anything that I didn’t want to. At first, I just passed over the ad, continuing to look for a quick fix rather than any commitment. I couldn’t get the ad out of my mind and I found myself going back to it a few times. Finally, I emailed him. We talked for a while via email and phone and discovered that he lived nearby. We discussed, before hand, what was to be expected of our meeting and my experience. He informed me that part of the leather culture, and my role as the submissive partner, that allowing myself to be vulnerable and out of control was part of the experience. The intent wasn’t for me to be his slave, but to allow him to be in control. To more easily allow my mind to enter the submissive role, he would have me strip, and be blindfolded, as soon as I enter his house. I was a little nervous and apprehensive of this at first. It wasn’t the stripping part that I minded; it was the blindfolding that I had a problem with. He assured me that there was nothing to worry about and that for our first meeting I wouldn’t be blindfolded at first. He said that before we did anything we would discuss, in detail, my concerns and curiosities as well as what I could expect. He would then show me around his place, allowing me to see, touch and ask questions about anything I saw.

I hadn’t met anyone randomly online for a while and I was nervous about meeting. My curiosity and hormones overpowered my fears and I agreed to meet. Upon arriving at his house, he had me strip off all of my clothes and sit on the floor, leaning against the couch in front of him. While sitting in front of him, he rubbed my shoulders, back and chest while we talked, where he explained to me what leather and bondage was to him as well as what it wasn’t. Next we established “red” “yellow” and “green” as safe words for use during our play. Those words were chosen because they don’t easily come up in play and would be easily discernable for what they meant rather than something like “stop” which could easily be said during play but not actually mean to stop.

I was still naked when he began to show me around his house. He had a separate room as his “dungeon” that allowed him to easily have it shut off from guests and to have all of his gear in one place. His dungeon was dimly lit with some rope lights and candles. He allowed me to explore all of his gear and equipment, answering any question I had about what it was and its use. He had a lot of stuff including gags, masks, blindfolds, collars, cuffs, harnesses, cock rings, leg and arm spreaders, dildos, butt plugs, whips, chaps, jockstraps, rope, a sling, a bench/ table with all sorts of hardware for bondage, a big frame that you could be tied to in all sorts of ways, and so much more. My list doesn’t do his collection justice. He was very organized and professional, which was very comforting.

It was now time to begin my first session. He turned on some music to help set the mood. The music felt appropriate and can only be described as something you would hear while in someone’s leather dungeon. It was kind of industrial sounding and seemed to put me in a trance. I now had to be blindfolded. With the knowledge of the safe words and his comforting aura, I felt at ease and was willing to not be able to see. This later turned out to be one of my favorite parts of the experience, as it heightened my other senses. I was forced to rely on sounds and touch instead of vision. It also allowed my mind to fantasize the experience. He mentioned this to me and encouraged me to allow my mind to get lost in the experience.

I was now blindfolded, standing in his leather dungeon completely naked, not knowing what was about to happen. I could hear him off to my right messing with something. I was rock hard with anticipation. I felt him putting something on my shoulders. It felt cool to the touch, but not uncomfortable. I could feel that what he was putting over me had leather straps on it that went over each shoulder, down to my chest and to my shoulder blades. I then felt his arms wrapping around me placing more straps against my naked skin. These straps went around my torso, connecting to the ones over my shoulders. More straps were applied around my waist and abdomen with one final one that went from my back, underneath my butt, up to my cock where it connected them all with a cock ring Within minutes I was wearing a fairly complex harness. I was wearing something that I could feel all over, hugging me tightly in my most intimate areas, but could still feel the cool air on my naked body. I was instantly in love and hooked.

He then put a pair of cuffs around each wrist. The cuffs were made of leather but lined with soft fur. They had an extension on them that he placed in my palms for me to hold. At the very end of the extensions were pieces of metal that were obviously used for hooks. My imagination started to run wild, thinking of so many things I might be hooked to. Similar cuffs were then applied to my ankles. He had me walk across the room, guiding me carefully, as I was blindfolded. He asked me to raise my arms. I could feel that he was hooking something to the cuff on my right arm. We was strapping and securing it to the top corner of a large wooden frame. The same was done to my left hand. Both wrists were now strapped to opposite corners of the frame above my head. I couldn’t do much more than wiggle them. Next, he told me to spread my legs, so I did. And, he asked me to spread them farther than I had. So I spread my legs as far apart as I could without loosing my balance. I felt him securing something to the cuffs that were around my ankles. I could feel that whatever he was applying my ankle cuffs was solid. It was a piece of pipe that forced me to keep my legs spread really far apart. I was now standing completely spread eagle with each of my limbs secured in such a way to make sure that I stayed that way. I could then feel him tying rope around my calves. He made a loop with the rope around each calf and then pulled the length out and secured it to the frame. This made me spread my legs even farther and forced me to rely on the restraints around my wrists for support. Rope was tied next around my knees in the same fashion. He continued working his way up my body in this fashion. Next were my thighs, then my waist, chest and arms. I then felt him applying a collar around my neck that he secured with the rope as well.

He then slid my blindfold off for me to see that I was in front of a large mirror. He wanted me to see myself tied up. The sight turned me on. In my reflection I saw myself strapped to this frame, spread eagle, wearing the leather harness and tied so that I could barely move. My erection was out in the open with nothing I could do about it. The blindfold was shortly reapplied.

I heard him grabbing something from the other side of the room, but I had no idea of what was to come. I felt his hands on the cheeks of my ass. He began playing with my ass. I felt his fingers exploring up and down the crack between my cheeks and all the way underneath, stopping just before my balls. His fingers circled around my hole for a moment until I felt the tip of one of his fingers go in. He pulled it back out and I felt it return. This time it was coated in lube. He began fingering my hole, periodically applying more lube. I assumed he was about to fuck me. I felt something solid, that wasn’t his hand or dick, pressing gently at my hole. As the pressure increased, I knew that it was a butt plug. He played with it for a moment, pulling it out and pushing it back it until he finally had it all the way in. He then started rubbing my body, first with his hands, then with various objects. He used small chains, pieces of rubber, whips and so many other things that I don’t even know what they were. Each had its own unique feel and put me in a state of full arousal. The thing he used that I absolutely loved was a piece of rabbit fur. Oh my god it felt amazing! It was so soft, which was an exciting juxtaposition to my being tied up. He paid attention to every inch of my exposed body, leaving no curved untouched. He would begin with my stomach, working his way up to my chest and arms, to my neck and face, then to my shoulders, back and legs. When I felt him coming up my inner thighs to my ass, it drove me wild. He made sure that each object found the plug that was securely planted inside me. He would give it a number of taps with each pass. This sent a surge of pleasure inducing pressure to my prostate that sent waves over my body that felt incredible and forced me to moan. Finally he would use whatever object he currently possessed and explore every inch of my package. It was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.

When he finally allowed me to cum, it was incredible. Words cannot explain what I felt. The only thing I can think to compare it to is when you jerk off after haven’t having cum in a few days. The length of the orgasm, the amount of cum and the number of squirts was possibly the best I’ve had to this date.