Memorial Weekend Bondage


	Two days before my trip, the e-mail came over the computer.  After 
the directions to his apartment, he followed with some instructions.

	"What to bring: boots, rubber strips, a favorite toy or two (optional)
(you should find me well equipped), a submissive attitude and a desire to be 
tied, tortured, tickled and teased.  Don't shave your body and try to have 
your tits in good condition."

	I left work at 3:30 Friday evening.  I had indicated an arrival time 
around 8 PM, and figured traffic would be heavy.  Plus, I was getting excited
about the weekend and was getting NO work done at all.  Traffic moved 
steadily, and I arrived early.  I was let in and was introduced me to his 
boy, Woody.  I had not known about him previously, but thought it was great 
having a third person.  It ended up that he did all the cooking so that Fred 
and I could play longer.

	Fred did not want to go to any of the clubs or bars, but told me I 
was welcome to.  I decided that it would be rude to go out.   Fred and I 
belong to the same bondage organization, but had never had the chance to play
together.

	I was told to strip.  He opened a big closet and that stores some of 
his bondage toys.  Just inside was an eight foot rack made of inch and a 
quarter dow rods that were bolted to two by fours fastened to the floor and 
ceiling in the middle of the closet.  Fred took a pair of fist mitts and 
buckled them on my hands.  I was told to stand against the rack face out and 
put my arms around one of the rungs.  The mitts were tied with rope to the 
next rung down.  Then my arms were tied to the rung that they were around.  
The rope was course and scratchy, and it held firm when tied.  Fred made sure
all the ropes were tight before tying them off, giving me very little room 
for movement.  My feet were spread and tied to the lower rung, and rope was 
added around my knees - tying it tight to the rung.  Two more ropes were put
on my upper body - around my upper chest and just above the stomach.  A hood 
was placed over my head and tied tight and a gag strapped on. The hood was 
tied to a rung with rope on both sides.   I was told to struggle.  I had some
freedom of movement around my hips, so another rope was tied tight each leg 
at the hip, making it immobile.  He played with my nipples some and used his 
fingers to tickle me.  Then he left for a while.

	When he came back, he tickled me some more.  "How would you like to 
spend the night like this.  I'll just close the closet door and get you in 
the morning.  Would you like that boy?"

	"Mmmmmmmmm" I moaned through the gag.  I was seriously thinking about
it, but knew that it would be very difficult.  I would not get much if any 
sleep if he kept me there.  My hands, though, had started to tingle, and I 
knew I would have to get out. I shook my head no.

	"What boy?  Talk to me boy."

	"Mrnoo Siirr" I said as best as I could.

	I was released from the closet with everything removed except the 
mitts, and was told to go to the bathroom, as I would be unable to do so 
later.  When I returned, Fred was unfolding the couch.  The couch was in the 
room with the closet dungeon.  On the wall above me was a painting of a well
 whipped back and ass of a muscle boy.  I knew he was into whipping and that 
some point in the weekend, I would get whipped.  A leather straight jacket 
was folded across a chair.  He took the mitts off me, then held the jacket up
for me to get in.  As soon as it was put around me, I knew it was going to be
tight.  Fred had to adjust if several times before he could strap me in it.  
It was too small for me, but felt great as it was extremely snug.  He started
to cross my arms, but I could feel the leather getting tighter, and was 
afraid that we would rip or stretch the leather.  Fred agreed and had me lie 
in the middle of the bed.  He took rope, tied it around my right ankle and 
tied it to the corner of the bed.  Then he continued up and tied the right 
arm of the jacket to the side.  He took another rope and did the same to the 
left side.  Fred threw a blanket over me and told me he'd be in the room 
across the way if I got in trouble.  

	I slept off and on all night.  It didn't matter, since I was not used
to the city noise, so it was nice waking up still nice and snug in bondage.  
I spent about ten hours tied that way before Fred released me in the morning.
 I was told to shower and get ready to go to the country dungeon.  We took 
separate cars, and Fred gave me directions to where his cottage was, as he 
had a stop to make on the way.

	I arrived there just after 1 PM, and decided to strip naked and put 
on a leather harness while waiting for them to arrive.  After putting the 
groceries away and my bag in my "cell", I was taken to the outside dungeon 
about a hundred feet from the house.  At the back of the dungeon was a 
homemade wooden chair that had a long board extending from the sides about 
shoulder height after sitting on the chair.  The bottom of the chair was 
shaped in a V, keeping the legs spread wide and allowing easy access to the 
cock and balls.  Fred had me put my right arm along the board where two 
straps were fastened.  One buckled around my wrist and the other buckled just
above the elbow.  He fastened the other arm the same way.  My legs were 
fastened at the ankle and just below the knee.  Rope was tied to each thigh, 
making sure the legs stayed spread open.  Another rope was used to hold my 
upper body back.  Fred threaded it through the harness and used the leather 
of the harness as a help.  Another strap was added to the arms, then he tied 
rope around my wrist and just below my shoulder.  I couldn't move my arms at 
all.  Fred noticed me looking around and brought out a heavy spandex hood and
put it on me.

	I must have looked entirely too comfortable, as he put some clamps on
my nipples and balls.  It must not have pleased him too much, as he added a 
second pair to my nipples.  I was told to enjoy myself as he went back up to 
the house to get my lunch.  After about 15 minutes, he and Woody came back 
with food and drink. My hands were asleep, so he took off the ropes under my 
arms.   The hood and clamps were removed, but no restraints.  Fred fed me a 
turkey sub and Pepsi as I sat.

	When Woody took the cups and plates back to the house, Fred untied me,
then put the mitts back on my hands.  I was led to a floating bondage table.
Fred had me place my hands over my head and tied them to the table, then 
added another rope between the mitts to prevent any side to side movement.  
He spread my ankles, then took a long piece of rope, tied my ankle to the
board on the outside of the table, then used to remainder to lace my leg 
tightly to the table all the way to the crotch.  The other leg was similarly 
fastened.  I still had the harness on, and he used rope to tie my upper body 
tight, using the ring in the middle of the harness as an anchor.  Then he 
buckled a heavy leather hood over my head and strapped it tight over my eyes 
and mouth.  It had several holes for breathing, but the only way to breathe 
was to take slow breaths.

	The harness I was wearing was a gift from a top to me.  It is a 
custom made harness that has no adjustments, and fits me tight.  
Unfortunately, by having my arms up like they were, it put pressure around 
the shoulders and I soon began to lose circulation.

	"Sir, how long do you want me on the table?"  I asked as clearly as I
could under the circumstances.

	"A long time, boy."

	"Sir, my arms will need repositioned then, sir."

	He moved my arms down to the side, and tied the mitts tight, then 
added more rope to the wrists and the forearms.

	"I have some chores to do, boy.  I'll be back."

	I spent a couple hours on the table as Fred mowed the lawn and did 
whatever else he had to do.  Every 15-30 minutes, he would stop by to check 
on me, adding suction cups to my nipples the second time he stopped by.

	It was after 5:30 when he untied me.  I was hoping he would keep the 
hood on me, but that was removed.  However, the mitts stayed on and he told 
me to put my hands behind me.  Fred took a piece of rope and tied the mitts 
tight together, so my fists were facing each other.  I was properly secured 
to go back into the house.

	I stayed that way for happy hour, nacho snacks and dinner.  Fred fed 
me whenever he felt like it.  I was kept tied while they cleaned up, watched 
a little TV, then Woody and Fred went to the basement dungeon to bring up a 
bondage table.  The mitts were removed and I was ordered to get the rubber 
strips.  I was told to get on the table and  lay face up on the mat.  The 
wrists and forearms were tied to the sides of the table.  Ankle cuffs were 
put on and they too were tied to the sides.   Then Fred started to wrap the 
rubber around me and the table, stretching it tight.  Five strips were used 
to wrap the body.  Duct tape secured each strap and a piece was wrapped 
around my shoulders and another at my feet to keep the ends from sliding down
the body as I moved around.  A rubber mask was put over my head and a pillow 
put under it.  It was 9PM.  I was told to enjoy myself.

	 My feet were left unwrapped and Fred periodically came over and 
tickled them.  He also amused himself with pinching and squeezing my nipples,
which had been left uncovered.  He asked if I thought I could spend the night
like that.  I wanted to try it.  The wrap felt good and I was reasonably 
comfortable.  The hood was removed and they went upstairs to bed.

	I drifted in and out of sleep several times.  The last time I woke up, 
I started to panic.  Unlike duct tape, the rubber keeps applying pressure on 
the body.  And I felt that my body was being squeezed.  I started to squirm 
around, trying to relieve the pressure by changing positions, but the tied 
arms and legs prevented much movement.  I started to panic.  I tried to 
settle down and get it out of my mind, but the pressure was always there.  
Logic told me I was not in any danger, but my mind thought otherwise.  I had 
to get out.  My fingers got under one strip and I managed to pull the tape 
loose and unwrap it.  That gave me freedom to move my legs some and after
some struggling, the wraps were off them.  But that wasn't the problem area.
The rubber on my chest was, and the tape that he put around my shoulders 
prevented me from doing anything about it.  I didn't want to wake him,  but 
it was getting harder and harder to take.  Finally, the pillow fell to the 
floor.  My head was resting on one inch strips of wood and was very 
uncomfortable.  Now I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep.  I started to call 
for him.  No answer.  I heard a noise in the kitchen and thought that someone
came down.  No answer, it was just the cat.  Finally, Woody heard me and woke
Fred up.

	"Sorry, Sir."  I told him.

	He untied and uncuffed my ankles.  We left everything on the floor 
and I went to the bed and slept untied.  I woke up early, rolled up all the 
rubber strips, put away everything, then went back to bed.

	`I got up after I heard Woody in the kitchen.  Fred was outside at 
the time.  I thanked Woody for hearing me last night.

	"I thought you were an escape artist."

	"Not with my hands and arms tied like they were, I couldn't."

	Fred came in and started to look for something.  "Time to get you 
dressed for breakfast."  He found a leather harness and told me to turn 
around.  The harness went over and around my shoulders and a strap went down 
my back to a pair of cuffs.  He buckled each wrist into a cuff.  The harness 
kept my hands held high up my back and  I knew my shoulders would ache 
quickly.  I was kept in it for over an hour as I was fed breakfast and we 
relaxed a bit.

	It was a dreary day outside and Fred decided to use the basement 
dungeon.  It would take some time to warm up, so he decided to tie me 
upstairs until it was time.  I was released from the harness and told to lie 
face down on the table.  The fist mitts were put back on and they were tied 
together with rope.  He put the middle of another rope at the back of my 
neck, brought the rope over my shoulders and around my body under the tied 
arms, and made a knot just under the shoulder blades, pulling the rope tight.
Then the ends were brought down and around my mitted hands, then up and 
around the rope that was at the back of the neck and pulled tight.  The ends 
of the rope were tied to each elbow.  I couldn't move my arms at all. 

	Fred tied my ankles tightly together, then bent my knees as far as he
could push them, wrapped the rope around my wrists then back around the feet 
again and tied.  He took another rope and tied one thigh to the table, then 
did the same to the other side.  He moved back to my upper body, and wrapped 
a rope around and arm, then tied it to the table.  My other arm was tied the 
same.  To finish, he picked up the rubber wrap of his I had rolled up earlier
and wrapped it around my head, blindfolding and gagging me.  I was told that 
I was to remain that way until the dungeon was ready.  The tie put a lot of 
strain on my shoulders and I couldn't move at all. This is a trademark of 
Fred's bondage.  He is very good at tying very tightly and with virtually 
total immobilization using mostly rope.  I told Fred about a toy I brought 
with me.

	"Where is it, boy?"

	"In the top of my bag, sir."

	I have an Indian feather fan that everyone seems to like to use.  He 
started using the feathers on my feet, and especially my sides.  I went nuts,
trying to move in the bondage to avoid the feather.  He tickled me with it 
for a good while, then left me.  I don't know how long I was tied up when 
Fred came over and asked if I wanted loose.  I told him I did.

	He untied and put my arms at the sides of the table.  I was told me 
not to move.  My arms ached to much to move them any ways.  He came back and 
tied the mitts and arms.  The feet were still tied together and he took a 
rope and tied them to the table.  I stayed that way until it was time to go 
downstairs.

	I flexed my sore shoulders as we went down the stairs.  The first 
thing I saw was another bondage chair fastened to a metal pole. I was told to
sit down.  The chair was different from the other one in two ways.  First, 
the seat was square and padded, with a hole near the back so a dildo or plug 
could be shoved up the butt.  Secondly, the first bar behind was lower and 
made of pipe which was padded.  Fred had me put my arms around the pipe, then
tied my mitted hands to the two boards that made up the back of frame of the 
chair.  I couldn't move my arms at all, but Fred tied the elbows to the 
padded pole any ways.  My cuffed ankles were tied to the legs of the chair, 
leaving my feet four inches off the floor.  More rope was put around my chest
and arms, to tie me in tighter, as if I was going anywhere.  Rope was added 
to my knees, tying it to the chair and together, minimizing upper leg 
movement.  Then rope was added to each leg at the hips, securing it to the 
back of the chair, and making them immovable.

	"Squirm around, boy"

	I did.  The only thing I could really move were my ankles back and 
forth.  Fred took care of that.  Another piece of rope was tied tight between
my ankles and around the legs of the chair.  I could only move my toes and 
head.  A tight leather hood with a blindfold already attached and was laced 
on my head.  Fred found a piece of foam and put behind the hood, then laced 
another strap across the blindfold and buckled it behind the post.  Fred 
found the gag, and after several attempts, secured it tight.  Forceps were 
put on my nipples and a rope tied each of them to the board my head was 
fastened to.  I moaned through the gag.

	"Boy. I had a boy here one time that wanted to spend the whole 
weekend in the chair.  I tied him just about like you are tied now.  I told 
him to enjoy himself and left him there.  In two hours he was begging to be 
released.  Think you will want to do that boy?"

	"Mmmmmmmmmmm"

	Fred started to play with my mind.  He told me stories about tortures
used in the past, making me moan every time when he asked if I could imagine 
it.  My endorphins were really getting up again and I was flying.  He touched
my body and I would shake uncontrollably.  He hardly had to do a thing.  When
he finally asked if I wanted to get loose, I shook my head yes.  My shoulders
were on fire, but I hated being untied from the position.  I smiled when he 
took the hood off and we hugged when I was released.

	I was led over to the cross in the corner of the room.  The mitts 
were tied to the top of the cross.  Then my forearms were tied tight.  My 
legs were spread and the cuffs attached to the cross.  Ropes were added just 
above the knee, and another around my waist to keep me from squirming around 
much.  A blindfold was put over my eyes.

	"It's time for you to get punished for last night, boy."

	Fred took a leather flogger and started to work on my back.  It was 
made of soft leather and felt good.  

	"That doesn't hurt boy, does it?"

	"No sir."

	He took a heavier flogger and started to work on my back and ass.  I 
could feel it getting red and I started to get into it.  By the time he got 
his single-tail out, I was ready for him.

	"We'll do 12, boy, on the back"

	"Yes Sir"

	He took his time and gave me a good stroke where he wanted as I 
counted the blows.  When finished, he ran his hands over my back and 
announced; "Now we'll do 10 to each cheek boy."

	"Yes Sir."

	I counted as he alternated each cheek.  Fortunately, I didn't make a 
mistake on the number taken and he stopped after giving 10 to each.

	"Thank you Sir"
		
	I was released and we went back upstairs.  Fred said it was time for 
a nap.  My mitts were removed and we went to the bedroom.

	"Lay down on your stomach."

	He grabbed my wrists and crossed them behind my back, and tied them 
tightly together, knotting in front of my hands then behind.  Another rope 
tied my ankles together and the covers were thrown over me.

	"Sleep well, boy."

	I turned over and laid on my side.  It didn't take long fall asleep.
After a while, I woke up and rolled over, as my arm had become numb.  While 
wiggling my hands, trying to get the circulation to return, I found a loose 
end.  I pulled it and found the knot.  I kept playing with it and soon I was 
free.  I released my feet and went back to sleep.  When Fred came into the 
room, he saw that I was untied.  I apologized.

	"Sorry, sir.  Isn't it the boy's job to see if he can get loose, sir.
Woody said earlier that I should have escaped last night sir."

	"So, that's what the boy thinks.  I'll make sure it won't happen the 
next time."

	Since dinner wouldn't be ready for an hour, we went back downstairs.
A big ten foot wooden table was leaned against the beam in the ceiling.  It 
looked wide enough for two people to be put on.  He confirmed that it had
been done.  He grabbed my right wrist and wrapped a rope around it several 
times, then lifted it above my head and tied to one of the boards.  The left
wrist was tied accordingly.  Ropes were added at my elbows, keeping the 
forearms vertical.  A rope went around my upper chest then tied around the 
shoulders to keep my upper body tight.  My legs were spread and the cuffs 
attached to the boards near each side.  Straps were put at the top of each 
leg, keeping my hips tight to the board.

	Fred had told me he liked nipple torture, but we hadn't done much of 
it yet.  That was to change.  Heavy clamps were put on each nipple, then 
weights were attached to each clamp.  After a while, Fred added another small
pair of clamps, creating a new pain.  He knew that it would be easier for me 
to take just standing there, so Fred started to tickle my sides and pits 
again.  I squirmed and the weights swung on my body.  I loved it and started 
to convulse again.  That suited Fred, as it kept the weights bouncing.  Of 
course, that stimulated my nipples, which, stimulated my mind, which made me 
convulse .... well,  you get the picture.

	I was released for dinner, and ate untied.  Later, we went back 
downstairs to play again.  Fred had me stand in the middle of the mat as he 
tightly tied my hands behind me.  He grabbed a pole and put it between my 
arms and back. Each elbow was tied to the bar, then he connected my wrists to
the bar, pulling them up higher before he tied it off.  He positioned me 
below several eye hooks in the ceiling.  Fred tied a rope to each end and 
fastened it to the eye hooks above, keeping me standing straight.  My feet 
were tied together.  He got an idea, and put some tit clamps on me, then tied
the clamps to another rope.  He pulled the rope until I went up on my toes a 
little and teid to another eye hook.  Fred went back to the first ropes, and
tightened them more, until I could not stand flat footed at all.  The rope on
the clamps was tightened accordingly, keeping me semi-balanced.

	The blindfold was put back on, and a rope was tied around my neck up 
to the ceiling.  Every now and then, Fred would pull the rope on my neck, 
pulling my head up higher till I stood on my tip toes.  I had very poor 
balance, and my nipples were constantly being pulled.

	Fred took advantage of my vulnerability, and got the single tail back
out.  He whipped my back as I tried to maintain my balance.  He gave me 24 
strokes before he stopped.  I loved the scene.  It was great trying to 
balance myself with the penalty being the nipples being yanked.  I did it to 
myself.  If I couldn't keep the balance, I paid a penalty.  I would have 
loved to have done it longer.

	He let me down and took off the clamps and the rope around my neck.  
I was led to a metal pole and tied around it.  Fred whipped my back some more,
also hitting the insides of my tied arms several times.  He took me down and 
started to untie me.

	"Sir.  Is there another position you want me in, Sir?"

	"Why, boy?"

	"Sir.  My arms are fine and I don't want to feel I'm cheating you, 
Sir."

	"OK, boy."

	Fred kept me tied with the pole and had me lie face down on the mat.
My ankles were still cuffed, but untied.  He took a long rope and wrapped the
middle around the ankles, bent my legs, took each end and tied to the outside
of the pole.  Then he took another rope and tied the bound ankles to my 
thighs.  Of course, this left my feet just sitting there, awaiting to be 
tickled again.  For the next fifteen minutes, he took the feather and ran it 
between my toes and around the sole, driving me nuts.

	When we got upstairs, it was almost time for bed.  Fred put the mitts
back on me and had me lie face up.  He went to the drawer, and got two chains
and four locks.  My feet were chained, with the chain going through the rungs
of the bed; then my arms, the chain going from around the front of the bed 
frame - giving me some freedom of movement, but not allowing my mitts to 
reach each other or my feet to come together.  I stayed that way till morning.

	It was a long ride back and they needed to get some work done, so we 
ended the weekend after breakfast.  He has promised that I will get tied up a
lot and whipped longer the next time.  It is a week later, and I still have a
couple marks on me.  I can't wait to do it again.