[This story was originally posted in the “New Bondage Stories” section. BW]
I will tell you about some of my better meets, and boy have there been some not so good ones
There is a guy who lives local to me, convenient I know, who is into bondage but not the sexual side
The first time I went to see him I told myself that the bondage had better be damn good if I was to see him purely for the fun of being tied up.
I arrived in the evening, he works shifts so we had to fit the playing around him. A note on the front door said come in, take off shoes and stand with back to living room door. I walked in to a small porchway area and took off my shoes and turned around to face the way I had just come in.
I heard the door behind me open and then I heard the horniest sound, certainly I think, a man can hear, the sound of duct tape being pulled off the roll. Next thing I knew my eyes were covered as was my mouth. By this point I had a raging hard on and was dripping with pre-cum. It doesn’t take much to get me going, I know.
Next my ears were plugged with some kind of foam fitters, the kind you wear when you have to try and sleep through the day I later found out, and a tight rubber hood came down over my head. I could hear nothing, see nothing. All I could do was smell the rubber. I later learnt the hood had only nose holes. Next my hands were tied behind my back with rope. This is that moment any sub will recognise when you know you are committed like it or not.
I was next guided up some stairs one by one, spun several times around, I presume to make me lose direction although I had no idea where I was anyway, and led into what I presumed was a bedroom.
The next thing I remember was being laid down, hands tied above head and feet to the bottom of whatever it was I was layed upon.
I can’t recall how long I was left there for, I was later told he came in and out checking on me though I had no idea. The next thing I recall was a pressure pushing down on the hood right where my nose was. The smell that seeped through the hood’s nose holes told me what this was. I had mentioned I was into feet and I was being given a treat. The feet pushed down even more so that their smell was all I could inhale. My boner grew even bigger and wetter as my captor pressed down on that too with his other foot. A few moments later the hood was removed and I could sense a small bit of artificial light creeping through the blindfold still tightly wrapped round my head. This guy was an expert.
Next the gag was removed and before I could utter a word a sweaty foot was shoved in my mouth. I gorged on that foot like a prisoner on death row gorges on his last meal. I cannot tell you how I did not come to blow my load in my pants but I withheld.
Finally the gag went back on but the hood remained off. My feet were untied and I was slung over the shoulder of my captor, no mean feat as he could not have been more than three inches taller than me, and I was thrown down onto a bed. All I recall next was the muffled sound of clicking. It took me some time to realise that this was the noise of a camera.
My experience was complete with the humiliation of being photographed whilst tied up for my captor’s pleasure.
I was finally led down the same stairs I had been led up, untied but with the blindfold still on and led out into the porch again. I heard the door behind me lightly shut and I knew it was time to go home.
We have repeated this experience many times since then. Each time I arrive I am tied and led inside. I still have no idea what my captor looks like in the flesh. I only have a picture he sent me to go on. But that’s really part of the fun, isn’t it?
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