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Subject:	© Bondageboy 1996
FRIDAY THE 13TH by Bondageboy

     The day was going so good, you would think that Friday the
thirteenth was a lucky day.  The story is true.  It happened at
about 1pm eastern time.

     I had just won a workman's comp audit and successfully saved
the company thousands of dollars.  A friend of mine was over from
Baltimore, and I was going to celebrate a little this afternoon
with a 2-3 hour bondage session.  Sounds like a perfect day,
doesn't it.  He was over at my house getting set up for me, while
I finished another meeting before taking the twenty minute drive
home.

     When I got into town and braked for the first stoplight, I
heard a pop and I sailed through the red light.  Oh shit.  I had a
little braking power if I drove slow, so that's what I did to go
the five miles to home.  He was waiting for me.  But first I had
to make a couple of calls.

     The first was to my mechanic.  No problem, he said, I'll be
over to pick it up.  Do you have another vehicle to drive?  Yes,
I have my old pickup.  Now I needed to make my second call. 
Dave, my business partner, had called last night wanting to pick
up the truck to move some furniture in the morning.  I said fine,
that I'd be in meetings all morning.  Trouble was, he hadn't
picked it up yet.  Got his answering machine.  So I told my buddy
to look out for a white Legend.

     I strip down for inspection.  Ankle cuffs are locked on each
ankle and hooked together with a screwed quick link.  Just then,
a car stops.  He lets me loose and I go look.  They are picking
up my car and driving to the shop.  Excellent.  Hope you get that
good of service with your car.

     So, now I get tied up.  Leather wrist cuffs are locked on in
front of me, keeping my wrists crossed.  Rope was tied to the
cuffs, around my neck and arms, pulling tight, keeping my hands
in close to my belly.  A pair of serious tit clamps were put on
my nipples - biting hard.  Then, I was stretched out in the
living room, on a big comfort, for the next phase.  A rope was
tied tightly to my balls and passed up thru the ceiling fan. 
Next, he got some books out and made a stack about a foot high. 
He placed my feet on the books, took the other end of the rope
coming down from the ceiling fan, and tied it to my cuffed
ankles.  Then he took the books away.  I was forced to keep my
legs in the air, to keep some pressure off my balls.  He then
said that he was going to get something to eat, and then I'll be
back to play.  I was in a perfect position for some serious
tickling.

     After a few minutes, I started to see if I could get loose. 
Finally, by lifting my legs higher, I was able to get enough
slack in the rope around my balls, that I could get a hold of it.
Then, it was a matter of undoing the knot and finally, my balls
are untied.  I started trying to unscrew to quick link, but my
buddy had screwed it on tight.

     I heard the door open and someone rummage through the
kitchen.  I froze and slowly stretched out.  After what seemed
like five minutes, I see this figure walking into the dining room
to my computer.  It's my partner, Dave. He had just walked within
three feet of my head.  Oh shit.  I figure I'm fucked, since he
has no idea that I'm into this - and it would look great to see
your business partner completely naked and tied hand and foot
with tit clamps still on.  I slowly try to wiggle to the side of
the room, careful not to make any noise, as he hadn't seen me
yet.  But if he got up from the computer and turned around, there
was no way he could have missed me if I didn't try to move.

     Finally, he gets up and goes back to the kitchen, out the
door and I hear the truck door being opened.  I hoped he found
the keys and was leaving, but quickly, I heard the back door
opened again.  This time, he stayed in the kitchen, rummaging
through stuff, giving up and leaving.  What a close call.  I
managed to get my feet loose and had located the keys when my
buddy returned.  After telling him what happened, he decided not
to play anymore today, so I was let loose.

     So I didn't get tickled.  And I don't know what else I was
in for today.  Fortunately, for me, my car had been picked up. 
With my car gone, Dave didn't expect to see me home and didn't
look for me.  Maybe Friday the 13th was still lucky for me today.