Intro to Part 2:
Part 1 of this story is true.
I know it's risky letting a stranger tie you up, even in a bondage shop.
That's why I talked my way out of it at the end of part 1. That and the fact that I'd let my arms be tied so tight that they were going numb.
I wish things had turned out differently.
Part 2 is one way things might have turned out.
I watched in the full length mirror as he stood behind me and looped the leather strap in front of my throat. He positioned it so that it was below my Adam's apple, as low on the front of my neck as possible, and I could feel and hear him making some other adjustments to the straps.
He buckled another leather strap around my upper arms, above my elbows, pulling the a little close together behind my back. It wasn't unbearably tight and wasn't pinching a nerve or cutting off my circulation. I told him this was feeling like something I might not be able to escape from. He said "Hmmm". I added that I really like the idea of being tied up in a way that I can't escape from, even though I like to struggle hard to try to escape, and am sometimes pretty good at it. "Uhmm Hmmm", he nodded.
Looking at myself in the mirror, my shoulders were pulled back, making me look less tapered and more narrow-shouldered. That, and the way the elbow bondage made me arch my back, somehow made me look and feel more feminine -- not that there's anything wrong with that. I wondered how it would look and feel to be gagged, and again I wondered what would happen to me if I were.
I was aware that I was putting myself at risk. Here I was in a strange city after dark, alone with man who was tying me up in his bondage shop after closing hours.
But I really wanted to be tied up by someone, male or female! It had been years! And this bondage gear was so erotic.
I figured I'd be safer with a bondage shop owner than with most strangers. He seemed to know what he was doing, and he hadn't said or done anything to make me think he'd take advantage of me, sexually or otherwise. I was still a virgin and heterosexual. The back of his hand had brushed against my cock once when he was strapping on my cock harness, but he'd acted like he didn't notice.
I was feeling very aroused. The cock harness was adding to my feelings of excitement, as was my bondage, which I felt was inescapable by now. I'd just felt a little tug at the front of my neck and knew that my elbow strap wasn't going to slip down, held up as it was by the strap looped in front of my neck. It would be impossible to slip the neck strap off over either shoulder. And even if I bent my elbows (which I could still do, but not for long!), I couldn't pull the elbow strap off or reach the buckle. And he still wasn't done binding me.
I noticed I was breathing faster, and not just because I was so excited and aroused. Having my arms and shoulders pulled back kept me from taking a deep breath.
He fastened another leather strap (also attached to the long strap dangling down my back from the neck strap) around my arms. I did wonder what he might do to me after he finished tying me up, and once we both knew I was completely helpless. I wondered if he would tickle me. If he did, I knew I would tell him to stop (and probably should have have told him to stop even before now
But if I were gagged, I would be unable to protest. And then, even if something started happened to me that was a bit more than what I'd normally permit, I wouldn't really be asking him to do it, and I wouldn't be able to tell him to stop. Being gagged would make me feel (and look, and sound) even more helpless.
He was finishing my wrist bindings. These straps (also connected to the neck strap) went around both wrists together (my hands were palm to palm) a couple of times and were buckled quite tightly, deliciously tight. But since they were not cinched and didn't press on the nerve at the base of the thumb, my circulation wasn't cut off, and I wasn't feeling any tingling -- at least not in my hands or arms
The wrist strap alone made me feel helpless and excited. I began to realize that even if it was the only thing binding me, I didn't have my usual confidence that I'd be able to reach the buckle with my fingers and free myself. And I knew I was looking excited. I could still talk my way out of this, though.
Instead, I said I'd really like to be gagged while tied up. I also said I'd like to have my ankles and legs bound, as long as we were at it. I joked that it would be embarrassing for both of us if I somehow managed shuffle outside, even though this would be difficult with my pants down around my ankles.
He showed me the muzzle gag I'd tried on before, but I shook my head and asked if I could try on a ball gag instead. He looked a little disappointed, but then smiled and brought over a ballgag. It was too big to fit through my front teeth, so he tried a slightly smaller one, which just barely fit, and which I didn't think I could push out with my tongue. It kept my mouth opened wide, but wasn't terribly uncomfortable. I noticed it made me drool, and so I tipped my head back and swallowed frequently. After he fastened the gag strap tightly behind my neck, I wasn't able to tip my head back so much, though. I tried talking around the gag, and even though I couldn't understand a word, it was still kinda loud.
He smiled and held up the muzzle gag again. He also held up the padded blindfold I'd tried on earlier. I looked at it and nodded. If I were well gagged and also blindfolded, I would feel (and look to him) even more helpless. And regarding any second thoughts I might have in the near future, I felt I could more easily justify whatever embarrassing things he might do to me, since I couldn't protest. I was even justifying being gagged by pretending that he could have gagged me whether I wanted to or not, even by using the personally identifying information in my wallet as leverage (again, I'm still pretending that this could have been part of my fantasy, but my fantasy actually involved my asking to be gagged -- I wasn't forced).
I took one last look at myself before he put the blindfold on. The only bondage I could see was the ballgag, the leather strap in front of my neck running back and down over each shoulder, and my cock harness (which was still doing its job). My wrists and arms were bound behind my back by three sets of leather straps (wrists, below the elbows and above the elbows), and that bondage was held up by my neck strap. I tested my bonds, but couldn't move my arms much at all. I could force my elbows closer together, but that didn't make me more comfortable, and the leather straps above and below the elbows didn't slip down at all. I could feel a constant pull at the front of my neck, which increased or decreased a little depending on how I struggled, but it didn't choke me.
He put the blindfold over my eyes, and my world went dark. It was amazingly effective. He buckled the strap behind my neck, above the ballgag strap, but not very tight. I wondered about this, but had something else to think about when he began putting on me what I'm sure was that muzzle gag. He put it on over my ballgag, buckling those straps behind my neck, above the ballgag strap, and below the blindfold strap, which he had to push higher up the back of my head, and which tightened the blindfold nicely. I then felt the strap from the top front of the muzzle gag being pulled over the top of my head and buckled to the back of the strap. This pressed the blindfold a bit more snuggly against my eyes, and it made the blindfold strap feel more secure. I tried speaking again, but now my words were much more muffled, and also even more unintelligible because of the way the muzzle gag pushed against my lips.
I was in bondage heaven! Except for the fact that I could still walk around, my legs being unbound. He began to take care of this for me.
Taking my shoulders in his hands, he guided me to a different part of the shop. I heard a door open and thought I heard him flick a light switch. I felt a draft of cool air on my naked body. He told me to step down, and my foot found a step. We walked down a narrow staircase to what must have been the shop basement storeroom. On the one hand, this made me a little nervous. On the other hand, I welcomed the bit of cool air, and relieved to be sure I wouldn't be seen from the street (at least he wasn't having me stand next to a mannequin in the store window
), and the idea of being in a "dungeon" was very exciting.
He walked me over somewhere in the basement, then had me stop. He turned my around, and gently pushed me back a foot or so until I felt my bound hands touch a metal pole, several inches in diameter. I was probably one of those poles supporting the floor. He fastened a leather strap around my neck and the pole, buckling it not too tightly, and making sure the strap was below my Adam's apple. Because of the way my arms were bound behind me, between my body and the pole, I had to lean slightly backwards. What a rush !! I wasn't going to be going anywhere until he let me go!
He pushed my head against the back of the pole, which had some soft padding. He then began wrapping some sort of wide bandage or tape around and around my head and the pole, over both my blindfold and my muzzle gag. Wow !! I couldn't move my head away from the pole at all, and now my sounds were even more muffled ! He asked me grunt twice if breathing was difficult, or moan once if it wasn't. I gave a long moan. He then said that in the future, I should grunt 3 times if it became too difficult to breath but only twice if I didn't necessarily want the gag(s) to come off right away. A single long moan would mean that I was okay. I now felt a little more comfortable with being helplessly bound and gagged at the hands of this stranger.
He fastened another leather belt around my upper chest and the pole, wrapping it around the pole a few times so it wouldn't slide up or down, before buckling it somewhere on my chest.
He then placed another leather belt around my waist, the ends wrapping in opposite directions from my back, crossing in front of my waist, and then around the pole. He buckled the this strap fairly tight, pulling me closer to the pole, and narrowing my 32 inch waist to something smaller. It felt tighter every time I inhaled, and it tightened if I tried to arch my body away from the pole.
He wrapped a leather thong around my wrists and the pole, above and below the wrist straps. I was feeling more and more securely bound, and I was loving the feeling of helplessness. He still wasn't saying anything to me or touching me in any way other than tying me up. And he still wasn't finished !
After untying my shoes, he gently grabbed my right leg and told me to raise my right foot. He then removed my shoe, sock, pants and underwear from that leg. Then he repeated the process for my left leg. The concrete floor felt cold under my feet. I was feeling very vulnerable. I still wished it were a girl doing this to me, but I was also very excited being tied up by this guy.
I felt a leather cuff being fastened around my left ankle. Then he asked me to spread my legs. I'd remembered seeing some spreader bars in his shop, and I figured this was what he was doing. I was correct. He fastened the other cuff around my right ankle. Then he tied the middle of the spreader bar to the pole I was tied to.
He also fastened straps around each leg above the knee and buckled these tightly behind the pole, forcing me to keep my legs straight.
Then he fasted straps around my upper thighs, as high up as physically possible, and buckled these tightly behind the pole. It was quite a sensation of secure, inescapable bondage and utter helplessness now!
And another sensation was when the cremasteric reflex kicked in as he was putting those thigh straps around my upper thighs. Most of you guys know what I mean. When something touches the inside of a guy's thigh, the cremaster muscles contract and pull the testicles up, higher in the scrotum. This is what happened to me when the belt touched my upper thigh. But because of the way my balls were tied in the cock harness, they couldn't move up from their bound down position. So I just felt the cremaster muscle tugging at them and my balls trying unsuccessfully to slip through the leather straps of my cock harness for a couple of seconds. Very interesting sensation, to say the least, and fortunately not at all painful.
I now felt him thread a long leather thong between my crotch and the cock strap. Of course, that cremaster reflex kicked in again
. After knotting it around the bottom of the cock strap, he tied one end of the thong around the pole, making things nice and snug. My fingers could fiddle with the thong, making for some interesting sensations. He tied the other end down to the middle of my spreader bar, tightening it enough to make me notice.
He then methodically checked all of my bindings, from tip to toe, stopping along the way to tie my thumbs together with another leather thong and attach the ends of the thong to my cock harness, giving me yet more ways to tug on that cock harness and feel inescapably bound!
As soon as he finished, he said "You did a nice job earlier escaping from that wrist binder you had me put on you. Seeing as how you like to struggle and try to escape, let's see if you can get out of this. Go ahead, struggle all you want now and try to get loose."
I'd already known for more than a few minutes that I was helplessly bound and gagged, and that there was no way I was going to get out of any of this! I couldn't reach a single buckle or knot with my fingers, which were about the only part of me I could move (plus my toes). My breathing became faster as I struggled, but I had to keep taking short breaths because of the waist strap and the elbow bondage. My wrists were strapped tightly together behind my back, between that and the pole, and there was also that leather thong binding them to the pole. I couldn't get the thong or the strap to budge at all. Try as I might, I couldn't make the elbow bondage slip down at all -- not that I thought it would help me much. I couldn't move my feet or legs much because of the way they were spread and strapped to the pole. My head was immovably bound to the pole, as was my upper chest. I could try to arch my abdomen away from the pole, but not much because of how that already tight waist strap would cinch even more tightly around my already constricted waist. I tried to talk and yell, but all that came out were muffled "mm mm mm mm" sounds. And during all of my struggling, I felt frequent tugging at my cock and ball bondage.
I felt his hands adjust the neck strap that went around the pole so that it was just a little more snug, but still not dangerously slow. He then put his hands on my shoulders. I could tell from the position of his fingers that he was behind me. He caressed by upper arms and my chest. His hands ran up and down my abdomen, and I could feel and hear the rippling sounds as they ran across my abs. He briefly fondled my nipples, causing me to grunt (once). He sped up his pace, fondling and caressing me all over, interspersed with tickling me in as many places as he could reach, and all of this was making my face feel red with embarrassment and excitement (not that anyone could see my face!). Sometimes he would touch me in ways and places that would make me struggle hard to avoid his touch, but there was no way I could keep his hands from doing whatever they wanted to me. At least my hands were able to protect the area between my buttocks (but he didn't go there, anyway).
Heterosexual or not, I eventually didn't care about being brought to orgasm not by a woman, but by man I'd just met, and whom I'd allowed to put me into inescapable bondage, alone in his shop basement. I felt like I would explode if I didn't reach that climax!
But it was not to be. The closest he would get to me down there was making occasional adjustments to my cock harness, tightening or loosening it as needed to maintain circulation (including preventing me from staying hard for too long).
He said he really enjoyed tying me up, watching me struggle, and having some fun with me. He asked me to grunt twice if there was someplace else I needed to be that night, and to moan if there wasn't. I moaned.
He said he'd like to take some pictures. He'd be glad to give me copies. Nobody would be able to tell that I was the one tied up. I moaned again. He took a picture here and there, from different angles, every several minutes or so. I wasn't sure why he was taking so long at it. After a what seemed like a half hour, he stopped.
He told me again that even though I'd done a good job escaping that first time, I still hadn't managed to escape from this bondage. He asked me if I would like to try again to escape. I felt my cock getting hard again.
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.