Delta 95

     The run started with me being chained up while trying to 
register and ended being unlocked from my bed Tuesday morning.  
In between, was the most incredible bondage trip I've ever been 
on. I stated several times during the final day, that my only 
regret was that I couldn't be in all the scenes that were going 
on, and unfortunately, couldn't play with all the people that 
wanted to play with me. 

     Delta 95 was held over Labor Day at a campground in
southeastern Pennsylvania.  There were four play areas inside, 
and over 300 acres of trees, posts, Jungle Jims, pavilions, 
picnic tables, benches, basketball courts, fences and many other 
places to play.  And play we did.  I had over 25 major bondage 
scenes over the weekend, and was cuffed or restrained most of the 
time I wasn't in a scene.  I even earned a nickname.

     I arrived around 3:30 on Friday afternoon and was directed
to the registration booth.  As soon as I gave my name, someone 
came out from behind the booth, snapped a cuff around my right 
wrist and led me to the refreshment area.  Then, he locked the 
other end to a chain that was bolted into the back wall.  
Earlier, I had taken off my shirt, but still had my pants and 
shoes on.  Different people came over and played with my tits, 
and generally checked me over.  Everyone seemed to know who was 
responsible for this welcome.  One of them said that I should be
completely handcuffed.  I agreed.  He told me to stand on the
bench facing the wall and put my hands behind my back.  I was
cuffed and told to stand nose and toes against the wall.   After 
ten minutes or so, he took them off, saying he didn't have 
permission to play with me.  After being chained for a half hour, 
my sponser came and released me and I was allowed to register and 
take my belongings to the cabin the cabin.

     We left dinner early, as I was to be part of the first
scenes that night.  They wanted to get the run off to a fast
start, and I was one of two people that were to be showcased.   I
knew that mine would be a tickling scene with DB from the
Mountain.   We went to the main dungeon.  Right inside the door,
there were two cages.  The first was a stand up cage with three
doors in the front and one in the back.  The cage was seven feet
tall, three feet wide and two feet deep, made of steel bars.  The
bottom door on front went just above my knees.  The second door
opened from my thighs to just above my naval.  The third door
opened the top part.  The door in the back mirrored the second
door in the front.  So you can have different doors open to play
easier and the person will still be confined to the cell, even if
there were no other restraints.  I was put in that cell and my 
partner entered a conventional 3x4x3 steel cage beside me.  We 
were both stripped before entering the cage.  I had wrist and 
ankle cuffs on, but we didn't have time to tie me before the 
crowd started coming in.  People reached in and groped me, 
tickled me, and played with my tits and I couldn't do much to 
prevent it, even unrestrained.  The cage was great.  I spent 
several hours in it over the weekend and it was a favorite place 
to play.  I even topped several people that happened to get 
locked and left in the cage.

     The dungeon was set up in an old gymnasium.  Along the left
wall was three St. Andrew's Crosses, that was almost always in
constant use.  Along the right wall were four bondage tables, two
of them suspended.  Up on the stage were a fantasy prison cell, a 
big frame with an electric winch and a wooden bondage chair where 
you can be strapped down tightly.  In the middle of the gym floor
was a metal frame that looked similar to a crossover machine that 
you find in gyms.  However, this was made of metal tubing, with 
rectangular tube bases that you could actually tie someone in.  
However, I don't think anyone ever thought of that.  Beyond that 
was a wooden bondage ladder  Chairs formed a semi-circle around 
the front and right side, between the cages and tables and the 
main floor.

     I was released from the cell and led over to one of the
bondage tables.  There DB strapped my chest, wrists and ankles to
the table.  A green dot was placed beside me, signifying my
availability to anyone who wanted to play with me.  DB started to
tickle my armpits, his favorite spot.  Soon, another came by and
tickled my ribs, while someone else was working on my feet.  I
was laughing and squirming uncontrollably.  This scene was done
to introduce tickling as a form of punishment to the leather 
community and to set up my fantasy weekend, as it let people know 
what my main weakness was.

     I was part of the fantasy fulfillment committee.  If you had
a particular scene that you wanted to play, you sent a request to
the committee, and we would try to arrange the fulfillment of
that fantasy.  I was supposed to be on the kidnap committee. 
However, I could never be found when my services were needed.  I
would pay for that later.  My fantasy, since I was new to the
scene, was to be passed around to as many tops during the weekend
as possible.  Since I have a rule of no marks, I wanted to make
sure that the people whom I played with would adhere to my
wishes.  That didn't mean I didn't get paddled or whipped.  Red
was fine, and a lot of punishment can be endured and still only 
have a red body.

     I was tickled for over an hour before I was let up.  My leg
was starting to bother me and someone recommended that I go over 
to the next cabin and get some electrical treatment.  So I did.


                       Being Electrocuted

     A week and a half before the run, I managed to pinch a nerve
in my ass and left leg.  I went through therapy twice a day the
week before the run, so I could be healthy enough to play.  But
car rides kill me, and I was limping noticeably by evening.  So
when I was told that John had a machine that would provide
electrostimulus to my injury, I checked him out.  I managed to
get treatment for the leg every day.  In return, John was allowed
the use of my body for his other electrical toys.  Needless to
say, I got charged up each visit.

     The first cabin was L-shaped in appearance.  Inside the
first room were three bondage tables and two slings back against
the far wall.  In the other half of the room was another St.
Andrews Cross in the far corner, a couple of beds in the other, 
a bondage table to the right side of the door, and two chairs
that were lashed together on the left side.  John was 
electrocuting people on the table next to the slings.

     I was told to strip my shorts and shoes off - I didn't have
a shirt on - and climb  naked onto the table.  My chest was
strapped down and my wrists were strapped down at my sides. 
Other straps were placed on my arms, my thighs and ankles to hold
me firmly in place.  My feet were spread open to the far boards
before being strapped.  An electrical device that looked like a
transistor radio was attached to my hamstring and thigh.  The
program was set and the machine was set at eight.  When the
program got to the short, sharp electrical pulses, my body always
jerked in response.  That would normally be enough to get me to
react verbally, but John hadn't even begun to apply his
tortures..    A thick leather hood was put over my head.  The
only openings in the hood were some holes around the nose and
mouth for air.  Then I felt some kind of lubrication being rubbed
into my cock.  It started to respond to the massaging.  I felt a
strap being tightened around my shaft.  Soon, I felt pulses in my 
cock.  John kept turning the intensity up until he could see my 
cock respond with every pulse.  The pulses varied in strength, 
and the sharper ones made me groan.

     I was asked if I minded a butt plug up my ass.  I told him
I didn't do much ass play, but that he could play there if he 
wanted.  Soon, I felt him lubricate my asshole, then a cold, 
hard object being forced up my ass.  When it was in, he flipped 
a switch and the current lit up my ass.  It was a wild sensation, 
with currents hitting three places at once.  My mind couldn't 
keep up with all the different charges happening at once, and I 
was yelling every time a sharp jolt hit somewhere, which was 
quite frequent.

     John also had another little toy that he used on me while
being tied and electrocuted.  It is an acupuncture device that
finds nerve endings and gives a nice little jolt.  I came to fear
that little toy.  By Monday, I was jumping even before he touched
me.  John invited other people to try their hands at the various
machines.  That's how I managed to get a serious S&M player who
took great delight in seeing my body react to the various electro
devices, and played with the settings.  He also loved the
electroacutorture device.  He used it on me for quite awhile,
playing around, searching for my nerve endings.  I think he loved
hearing me scream through the mask.
    
    The other device that was used at various times over the 
weekend was an electric paddle.  It gives a nice jolt when you get 
swatted with it.  I took my share of swats with that the four days 
I was there.



                          The Rope Man

     I went back to the main dungeon to find a young fit guy
locked up in the cage.  I started to talk with him, and we hit it 
off fairly well.  He looked entirely too comfortable in the cage, 
so I started twisting and pinching his tits.  He started to get
turned on.  After about ten minutes of play, my attention was
diverted by the sight of a tall man who had some long braided
ropes around his neck. I amde a quick arrangement to play with the
my friend in the cage the next day, then walked over.  My 
curiosity got to me, and I went up to him and asked what he had 
them for.  Thus begun one of the best relationships that I had over 
the weekend.

     "I use them to make a rope harness."
     "Cool.  I've never had one on before."
     "Would you like to be put in one?"
     "Sure."

     I stripped my clothes back off as he took one of the long
braided ropes, untied the end and ran this hand down the braid. 
The braid disappeared and became one long string of rope.  I was
instructed to stand in the middle of the gym area, so he could 
stretch out the ropes as he began to encase my body.  After 
finding the middle of the rope, he made some half-knots several 
places down, then put the rope around my neck.  One loop was at 
my collarbone, the next below my pecs, the next above my naval 
and the final one was at my crotch.  He brought the rope up 
behind me, making loops as he went up my back.  At the top, the 
rope was looped around the rope from my neck, pulling tight but 
removing any pressure from my neck area.  He then proceeded to 
enclose my torso by treading the rope between the loops, creating 
a diamond-shaped pattern on my chest and stomach.  After securing 
the rope by going around my crotch area, I was instructed to put 
my hands behind my back.  There, he proceeded to tie my hands 
together and to the harness, continuing up my arms, securing them 
together and to the harness.  When he reached my shoulders, he
made his first knot.

     I was led to the metal tubing apparatus and centered in the
middle.  My legs were spread, and a rope harness was made to
enclose my leg and secure it near the base.  The same was done to
my other leg, so my legs were tied off and spread wide.  The only
thing I could move was my head.  Ropes were then looped around my
harness in several places and secured to the apparatus.  I had
two ropes leading from my shoulders to the top of the apparatus;
two going from my arms to the side of the machine; and two more
at my waist, holding me in place.  Then he took a piece of rope,
wrapped it three times around my mouth, around my head vertically
and around my eyes several times,   The end of the rope was
connected to the harness, so now I was completely immobile.  By
now there was a small crowd of people watching.

     He started to rub his hands over my body.  He didn't expect
my reaction.  My skin was so sensitive that I jerked away (as
much as I could move) and started to laugh.  He didn't know I was
ticklish, but then took full advantage of it.  I was teased and
tormented for close to a half hour.  I struggled enough to move
the apparatus, so the dungeon master made us quit and I was 
untied.  

     It was an incredible scene, and we both got a lot of
enjoyment from each other.  We made a pact to get together again
before the weekend was out.

     It was after midnight when I got back to the cabin.  As I
got ready for bed, my wrist cuffs were put on and locked together
in front of me.  I got into bed and my ankle cuffs were locked
on.  Then my feet were chained to the bed for the night.

                              
                            Saturday

     I was woken up at 7 AM and unlocked from the bed.  My
sponsors, who were in charge of the cabin and my fantasy,
required my presence to help them do some repairs.  They had 
found out about my struggles the night before, and we went down
to the dungeon to strengthen it.

     I put on some camouflage pants and sneaks, and followed them
out.  My wrist and ankle cuffs were still locked on.  For the
most part, they stayed on all weekend.  We went back to the
dungeon, and determined how to brace the apparatus.  I helped cut
the boards and wedge them into place.  Now it was time to test
the repair job.  My wrists were clipped, spread eagle, to the top
of each side of the machine.  I'm tall enough that I could be
clipped without any rope, but I was stretched completely out. 
Chains from the bottom were locked to my ankle cuffs, and my legs
were spread wide.  For the next hour, I was to remain in that
position while several people came up and slapped my chest around
and tickled my upper body.  My hands were numb by the time I
was released for breakfast.  This was the only time during the
weekend, I was tied up with clothes on.

     After breakfast, there was a shaving demonstration. I
went and got the rest of my body shaved.  This demonstration
happened in cabin 3, nicknamed the barbershop.  Inside the cabin
were two bondage tables, a barber's chair, and some chairs.  This
was the place to go to get shaved, a massage, or a tattoo.  The
place was busy all weekend.

     I was told to be available after lunch.  I was taken by my
sponsor over to a bench near the dining area and told to strip. 
Bandages were placed over my eyes, then a black hood was buckled
on.  I was led on the grass for several feet and told to stand. 
There was a padded chain or rope behind me. I was told to put
my hands behind it.  The pad was moved up to my elbows and my
hands were tied to my side, keeping the pad held tight to my
body.  My ankles were spread and chains were locked to them.  For
the next hour and a half, my tits were clamped, twisted, sucked,
teased, and bit.  A cock and ball device was strapped on, making
it uncomfortable to get hard and stretching my balls down.  Then,
several soft items were rubbed on my body, tickling me at times,
but stimulating me mostly, This kept my cock semi-hard and
uncomfortable.  I loved it.  We made a deal afterwards to play
again before the weekend was over.

     During the afternoon, I stayed in the main dungeon and
played with a couple of people.   I spent some time in the stand
up cage where my hands were tied behind my back and to the bars
of the cage, hooded, with tit clamps on my tits and around the
bars, keeping me from moving away from any assault.  My cock and
balls were tied up and pulled down and tied off to one of the
lower bars.  From there, I was tickled, teased and my tits and
cock abused for the next 45 minutes.  Afterwards, I was taken to
a bondage table and strapped down.  There, my chest was paddled,
clamps on my tits, and my feet was under a tickle assult by
several people for over an hour.

     That evening, I finally found the guy that I had been
playing with in the cage the night before.  He was also a bottom,
and thought it would be great to get tied up together.  So we
started to look for someone to tie us up.  After around 20
minutes with no success, we decided to go up the hill to the
second cabin, where I knew the rope man was.

     The second cabin was similar in size to the third cabin. 
Inside, it had three bondage tables over on the left side, and
one on the right by the door.  The back part of the room was open
space.

     When we got there, he was supervising a couple of people,
teaching them how to put someone in a rope harness.  He said that
he would be happy to tie us together after they were done.  So we
stripped down and played with each other until they were ready. 
We were told to stand back to back.  Then we were tied together
in one rope harness.  As the loops were made, we got pressed
tighter and tighter together.  Before they tied our legs, we were
tied to the rafters, so that we wouldn't fall over.  Our arms
were tied together, then our legs.  It was tough to keep our 
balance, since one of us always seemed to be leaning a little, so 
the pressure of the ropes became uncomfortable. It was strenuous
for both of us to keep our positions.  We were strung up for 
about a half hour before they started to untie us.  I confirmed 
that the rope man and I will be tied together Monday evening.  We 
were starved, so we went to the command center to get something 
to eat.


                            Mealtime

     `I had been admonished several times the previous day for
not being available when I was needed.

     "I could never find you, boy."
     "So, do something about it, if you want."

     I always was one to ask for it.  And this time I got it.  A
remote control electric shock collar was locked around my neck.

     "A light burst means to come here"  He pressed a button
     "Ahhhh" I said as a jolt of electricity jolted me.  It
definitely gets your attention.
     "A heavier burst means to come here NOW."  He pressed
another button.
     "AHHHHHH."  It just about brought me to my knees.
     "Let's go to breakfast."

     So I went to breakfast in a pair of shorts, sandals, wrist
and ankle cuffs and the shock collar.  Everyone noticed what I
was wearing.

     "Does it work," was the most common question asked. 
Naturally, there were demonstrations for the audience.  He was
always away from me when I was buzzed.  I immediately went over
and knelt at his side.  I wore the collar all morning, as I had 
to work the flea market that was going on.  Someone else had a 
similar remote control and brought it by, but fortunately, it 
wasn't on the same frequency.  Naturally, everyone was 
intrigued by the collar and wanted demonstrations.  I got 
zapped every ten minutes, much to the delight of the crowd.

     Being in bondage was nothing unusual at mealtime.  I never
had a shirt on for a meal except for the dress-up dinner.  I
always had some form of wrist and ankle cuffs on, usually 
wearing shorts and sandals, kneeling at the table.  Some people 
thought that I was made to kneel, but, that was the most 
comfortable way to eat with my injury.  Starting with the first 
breakfast on Sunday, I was in a different form of bondage each 
meal.  Each time, my hands were locked together in a different 
fashion, or I had a different piece of bondage equipment on.  
It got so that everyone was trying to figure out what kind of 
bondage I'd be in next.  By the last meal on Monday, over a 
dozen people asked what I was going to do for the finale.  I 
kidded them that I would get my suit out of the car and dress 
up as a conservative businessman with no bondage.  Nobody 
wanted me to do that.

     Shorts, sandals, wrist and ankle cuffs was my standard
outfit during the day.  I never wore a shirt the whole time I was
there.  In the evening, when it got cold, I put on a lime green
warm-up jacket that was part of the travel outfit of our team the
previous year.  I kidded everyone that at least I would be able
to find my clothes, where that the people who wore leather would
look all the same.  Monday afternoon I overheard some people
talk about "The Jolly Green Giant". It seems that I earned myself 
a new nickname.
     
     Having wrist and ankle cuffs on the whole time gave mixed
messages to people.  Some wouldn't play with me because they
thought that I belonged to someone.  Several times I explained
that they were on to make it easy for me to be made their playtoy. 
It didn't stop many people from playing, as I played virtually 
continuously every day.




                            Contests

     At 1PM on Sunday, there was a bondage rope contest.  While I
was working at the flea market - getting shocked every 10 minutes
or so with the collar - I caught up with the rope man and asked
if he knew of someone looking for a partner to tie up for the
contest.  He said that he would find out and get back to me. 
Soon, he came back and told me that one of his bunkmates was
looking for someone to tie up.  Unfortunately, the collar had to 
go for the contest.

     The contest was set up accordingly.  You had just over an
hour to tie up your partner anyway you wanted using as much or as 
little rope as you want.  Judging will be done based on degree
of secureness and astetics.  Since MH roomed with the rope man, I
knew that a rope harness would be put on me.  He took his time 
and put a harness around my upper torso, leaving my arms free.  I 
was set down on a bench outside, and he took shorter ropes, 
interlocked then to my harness and made patterns along my arm as 
he tied them.  The rope not only went around the arm, but also 
around the top board of the bench, stretching them out from my 
body.  After both arms were done, I wasn't going anywhere.  He
took the original rope from the harness and continued down each 
leg, looping the rope into a pattern every four inches.  After 
reaching the ankle, he spread my legs as far as they could go 
and tied my legs to the bench.  I was completely stretched out
spread eagled.  MH took a short piece of rope, tied it to may
balls, and pulled that tight and secured to the bench.  He took
another length or rope, wrapped it around my mouth a few times,
my eyes several times, around my chin and head, forcing my mouth
closed, and tied that to the back of the bench.  Finally, he
took two more small pieces and interwove them between my fingers,
separating them, and tied that to the bench.  About the only 
thing I could move was my toes.  I stayed that way for about 40 
minutes until the judges finished.  I was sore, stiff and ready 
to get off the bench.

     While I was sitting there tied up, someone was tied up to 
the Jungle Jim across from us, hooded and getting his ass 
paddled.  They finished just as I started to get untied.  We 
decided to continue over there, since we didn't get a chance to 
play.  He kept the harness on my torso, but took the other ropes 
off.  My hands were locked behind me around one of the bars.  
Ropes were connected to the harness at my shoulders to the top 
bar, and pulled tight.  He kept retying the ropes, pulling me up
until I was standing on my toes.  My feet were then tied apart 
and to the bars.  I was left there in the company of several 
people who played with my tits, cock and balls, and paddled my 
chest until it was bright red.  MH came back with a small bag of 
goodies.  He put a bandanna over my eyes, effectively 
blindfolding me.  Then he added some clamps to my tits, pinching 
hard and making my cock come alive.  I felt some kind of liquid 
on my cock, then a strap was wrapped around the shaft.  All of a 
sudden, jolts of electricity shot through my cock.  This machine
was different from the one John used on me each day.  This one
felt even more intense, however, that may be because I was 
outside and sweating.  I could see a little bit out of the 
corner of my one eye.  Over a dozen people were watching the 
show.

     While we were playing, a master that I had seen and met 
earlier came by and told me to make sure I was still here at 4PM 
for a little contest.  I didn't have a choice.  I stayed tied to 
the Jungle Jim, and MH played with me, until just before four.  
The rope harness was left on, and I was retied inside the Jungle 
Jim in one of the four corners.  My hands were taped to the bars 
beside me, about head high.  My feet were taped to the same bars,
spreading my legs about 3 feet apart.  A blindfold was put over
my eyes.  Three other people were done the same in the other
corners.  A cord was tied to my balls, run under a bar and tied
to a bucket.  Two of us were tied that way and two were tied with
the cord going over the next higher bar and down to the bucket. 
Jugs of water were emptied into the bucket.  The contest was to
see which team could lift the bucket.  It didn't take long for me
to see what I had to do.  Tape isn't a good way to keep me
secured and I busted loose.  I then slowly climbed the Jungle 
Jim, trying not to jerk my balls too much.  By the time I reached 
the top, I couldn't pull any more.  I was told to get down, then 
I was released from the bucket.  I had won the contest.  However, 
the other three had to hold the bucket now.  I was tired, so I 
didn't stick around for the conclusion.


                            The Twins

     I was still in the body harness as I played during the
evening.  I was told to meet someone in cabin 1 right after
dinner.  I was stripped and given two balls to hold in my hands. 
I still had the humane restraints locked around each limb.   My
hands were then duct taped shut around the balls.  A cock and
ball harness were locked on me.  Two three foot metal rods were
locked on the ball harness, then connected to my hands.  A third
was attached to each  wrist restraint, keeping my hands apart.  I
was told to have fun, and that I could get unlocked if I get up
to the refreshment area at midnight.  I had another appointment
at midnight, so I knew I would be late unless I could get it off
earlier.  No chance.  All evening, as I wondered around, people
came over and played with my tits, tickled me, paddled me and
played with my cock and balls.  Finally, at 11:30, I managed to
put on my shorts and sandals and walked over to the refreshment 
center.  There were over 30 people there, and they all looked at 
me when I came in.

     I was a few minutes past twelve, as I walked into cabin 2,
still in the rope body harness.  CC  greeted me.
     "You're late."
     "Sorry, sir.  I couldn't help it."
     "Why do you have that on?", meaning the body harness I was
wearing.
     "Had it on since the contest, sir."
     "Well, you can leave it on.  Get on the table."  CC started
to unpack a bag.

     "We're going to take away your mobility a little bit at a
time ....... yes, just a little bit at a time."  I was told to
put my hands above my head.  A strap was put over my upper chest
and tightened down.  Then my arms were lowered.  

     "That is enough so you can't go anywhere.  The rest is just
window dressing as I take a little more of your mobility away..."
- a strap was fastened around my right ankle - "a little more of
your mobility ..." a strap was fastened around my left ankle -
"taking a little more each time..." - a strap held my right wrist
down by my side - "just a little more each time ..." - my left
wrist was strapped down tightly.  "Now, we will take away the 
little mobility you have left."

     Straps were fastened just above each knee and elbow, holding
my legs and arms in place.  Another strap was placed across my
stomach and tightened, taking away any mobility in my upper body.
The only part of me that I could move was my head, my fingers and
my toes.  He took care of my head.  A leather hood was laced on
tightly.  There were not any eye holes in it.  CC ran straps
through the D-rings on each side, keeping my head from moving
around.  I was now properly secured.

     Light touches of what I later learned was an artist's brush
was run quickly all over my body.  It felt like he was only
taking short brushes across my whole body.  Soon, it felt like 
two brushes were on me as the sensations seemed to be everywhere 
at once.  It was so ticklish, I could hardly stand it.  Someone 
started to do the same at my feet every now and then.  I knew 
more than one person was involved.

     "Wh-who's ha ha with you, hahahahaha."
     "Nobody."

     I knew he wasn't telling me the truth.  There were too many
sensations happening at once.  But what was so amazing, was that 
all the tickling with the brushes seemed to be in harmony with 
the other.  I couldn't believe how two people could work so well 
together.  Between laughs, I started probing.

     "Y-y-you must ha ah haha have a clone ha ah of you ha ha
working on me hahaha."
     Why do you say that?"
     "Hahaha 'cause ha ha it is too much ha hahahaha like you ha
ha doing it."

     They stopped for a minute.  Then he admitted his twin 
brother was tickling me too.  For two hours, they tickled and 
sensitized my skin like I've never experienced before.  
Inadvertently, I actually had made it easier for them to drive me 
crazy.  When the straps were tightened across my upper body, it 
forced the rope harness tighter.  Small mounds of skin formed at 
each diamond shaped block on the harness.  When they ran their 
brushes lightly across my upper body, all they hit were these 
mounds.  That is why if felt like lots of tiny, quick brush 
strokes.  It may have been the most intense tickling scene that 
I've ever been a part of, and by the end of the two hours, I 
could barely stand up.  I couldn't believe it when he admitted to
me that it was his first tickling experience.  We hugged and 
kissed for a few minutes, before I was presented with a "gift".

     "This is for being such a great bottom."  CC locked a heavy
leather collar around my neck.  "And this is your punishment for
being late."  He locked a chain around a 35 pound dumbbell and
locked that to my collar.

     "If you can find me tomorrow and ask permission for me to
remove it, I may, or you wear it the rest of the run."  I started 
to go back to my cabin, and on my way out, had to acknowledge the 
group of people that had gathered to watch the scene.  It was 
past 3:30 when I finally got back to my cabin to sleep.

     Our cabin was a bondage sleepfest that night.  The first
person on my side of the room was secured in a sleepsack.  I
asked if he was OK, and he said that he was.  The next was tied 
up in a leather straightjacket.  He was asleep.  Then I was in 
the body harness with the weight chained around me.  Across from 
me,  the guy's hands were locked together and his feet chained to 
the bunk.  I don't think any of us got that much sleep.  One of 
us always seemed to be moving around making noise.  The rope
harness continually made me hard, and when that happened, the
rope dug into my cock, softening it and starting the cycle all
over.  I had a rope burn around my cock that lasted a week.

     When my masters woke me up for breakfast, they laughed at my
predicament.  I took off the harness, after wearing it for over 
19 hours, and braided the rope for the owners.  I washed up the 
best I could, threw on a pair of shorts and sandals, and went to 
breakfast.  Needless to say, I drew more attention.  Finally, at 
lunch, I found CC and asked him for the collar and weight to be 
removed, as I was going to be in the picture shoot later that day.  
He reluctantly agreed.


                         Other  Scenes 

     They didn't want me running all over the place, that I
would have to be hunted down for the picture taking, so I was
taken to the main dungeon, stripped and put in the smaller cage. 
I was told to put my hands behind my back through the bars.  My
wrist cuffs were locked together around the bar.  Then my feet 
were stretched out through the bars at the other end and tied to 
the cage.  A green button was placed on the cage and I was left.  
For the next couple of hours, people came and tickled my feet,  
pinched and clamped my tits, and played with my cock and balls.  
I wasn't bored.

     Stupid question of the run.  "Are you really that ticklish
or are you just faking it?"

     Being tied up in the cage had one disadvantage.  I could not
go and play in other scenes.  And there were several scenes that 
I observed that I would have loved to be a part of.  Two guys, 
whom I later found out wanted to play with me, had someone stand 
on two milk cartons under the big frame on the stage.  Then ropes 
were connected to his harness and along the frame, securing him 
in a web of rope.  Six ropes were connected to the frame on each 
side of him, and three connected him to the top.  Everything was 
symmetrical.  When they were done, he hung there for a half hour, 
while people took pictures of their handiwork.

     Another scene took place in front of me at a hoist.  Two
people were stripped, blindfolded, cuffed and hooked to a bar on
the hoist.  Their feet were tied to a spreader bar.  Slowly the
bar was raised until both men were off the floor.  Then the top
took turns, spinning them, whipping them, and paddling them.  

     Another was hung from a tree upside down with his legs
spread wide.  They were swinging him back and forth, paddling his
ass as he came back every now and then.  His hands were strapped
behind his back and his head was encased in a hood.  That
probably was the only bondage position I wasn't in that weekend -
I never was suspended completely.

     Somebody else had a hood that had a transmitter and receiver
put in it.  Several people got locked in the hood and was led
around the camp via transmission.  That got a lot of attention
also.

     I was tied up in several positions for the official photo
shoot, including a duel bondage tie up at the metal apparatus in
the middle of the room, then it was time to get ready for supper.
I decided to wear just a pair of nylon running shorts that had
slits up each side.  The lining had been removed earlier, so it
was just a flimsy piece that could show everything if you moved
right.  We rummaged through all the bondage gear to find
something that I hadn't had on all weekend.  We found a prototype
leather wrist shackle that looked something like a weightlifter's
belt with chains and cuffs attached.  It was put around my waist,
and my wrists locked in the cuffs.  Now I was ready for supper. 
After everyone was there, and I had finished eating, I walked 
around the cafeteria, so everyone could see how I was bound.  
After dinner, I went to get changed for the final evening of 
play.


                           The Finale

     During the weekend, I played with different people, and so I
dedicated the final evening for repeat performances, and although
I had offers to play with others, I had set these up earlier. 

     First was the guy I played with on Saturday afternoon, whom 
had me tied between the trees and sensitized me.  I was told to 
meet him at his cabin.  When I got there, he yelled at me from the 
basketball court behind me.  Ropes were strung over the goal.  I 
was told to strip and put my arms behind me and around the post.  
I did.  A hood was put over my head and strapped tight.  My ankle 
cuffs were tied together behind the post, so I couldn't kick my 
legs.  My chest was tied to the post, which restricted my movement 
farther.  Then he got his fur and other smooth, silky cloths and 
began to rub them all over my body.  My cock got hard instantly 
and the rubbing teased my skin.  I was squirming all around the 
post as my body got more and more turned on.  For an hour, he 
played with me like that.  Afterwards, he said he only did 10% of 
what he had planned, but since I reacted so much to what he did, 
he decided to stay with it.  I just told him that it saved 
something for when we get to play again.  By the time he let me 
loose, I was just about wiped out from the stimulation, but I had 
another appointment to make.

     The rope man had said all weekend that he wanted to get
tied up to me.  I thought it was a great idea at the time, and
the two of us talked about it throughout the weekend.  I knew the 
rope man was no stranger to bondage, however, I was surprised 
when he said that he was a partner with Bob Wingate in the early 
issues of Bound and Gagged magazine.  (I checked the issues when 
I got home and found his name)  His two buddies, including the 
one who tied me up for the contest were going to do the tieing.

     First, a thick leather hood was laced and strapped on my
head, with no eyeslits, so I couldn't see what they were doing to
my partner.  My Humane Restraints were removed and paddled
leather cuffs were buckled on each limb.  I was taken to where 
the slings were hung, and hooked spread eagled to the bars.  They 
yanked on the ropes stretching my legs, forcing them to go as far 
apart as they could.  

     I hung there for awhile while they prepared the Rope Man the
same way, on the other side of the frame.   A parachute was
attached to my balls, and clamps were put on my tits.  I got hard
right away.  A set of headphones was placed on my head and a CD
played the whole time.  Our two parachutes were connected to a 
larger basket.  In there, they placed a Rumble Ball and turned it 
on.  This jerked our balls constantly, along with the clamps on 
the tits, kept me hard as a rock.  They started rubbing soft 
cloths on our bodies.  This was driving me nuts, as I had no 
energy to be sensitized even more than I was.  It was a 
tremendous scene.  The Rope Man was moaning, and I knew he was 
close to cumming.  So was I.  But as I moved in my bonds, the 
pressure got to my injured leg, and I needed the legs released.  
This brought me down from my sexual high, and I never fully got 
it back.  By the time the Rope Man came, we had been tied up for 
over an hour, and both of us were ready for release.  Everyone
was disappointed I didn't cum, but it was still a great scene.  
We are looking forward to doing something similar again.

     After going to the Command Center to get something to eat,
it was time to head back to the cabin, as I had to leave early in
the morning.  I was locked to my cot again to sleep, and it
was with great reluctance, that I got released in the morning.

     It was an incredible four days.  I met some new people and
had a lot of fun at the scenes.  I can't wait for the run to 
begin next year.