I want to thank everyone from the Renegades organization that 
welcomed me to their camp and helped make my weekend memorable.

					Camp Renegade 96


	After communicating via the internet with a member of the Renegades, 
I was sent an application to go to their annual run, and was encouraged to 
submit a fantasy with the application.  I had never played with the group 
before, so I figured it would be appropriate that I get initiated that 
weekend.  They agreed.

	The day before the camp started, I received an express mail envelope 
telling me what I was to pack for the trip.  I was to bring several changes 
of clothes, boots, a sweatshirt, all my hoods, my slave harness, butt plugs, 
dildos and a ball spreader.  It took two bags to put all of the stuff.  It 
was the most clothes I had packed all summer.  I was told to wear a tank top,
a pair of very short shorts, socks and sneaks when I checked in.  I had to 
unpack everything to show that I complied with my orders, then told to strip.
That would be the last I would have clothes on the rest of the weekend.  I 
remained naked, even for the meals where everyone dressed up.

	At 4PM Saturday afternoon, I was untied from my bunk, and told to 
report to the dining hall to serve snacks.  They had tried to do this scene 
the day before, but no "official" scene was to begin until later that evening
after registration ended.  So I knew it would be a little different.  I asked
if I was to wear anything for this, and was told if I did, it would just be 
removed.  When I got there, I was told that my fantasy would be fulfilled.

	The pool table at the one end of the dining hall was covered with 
plywood and I was told to get up on my elbows and knees.  Cuffs were buckled 
on each ankle and wrist, and the ankles were attached together.  I knew that 
the plywood would get painful quickly, so they brought out a vinal mat for me
to kneel on.  It helped a lot.  A collar was locked around my neck, then my 
wrists were tied to each side of the collar, forcing me up on my elbows.  I 
was told to spread my knees and a pole was placed behind my legs.  Rope was 
tied to each elbow and brought back to the pole, keeping me bunched up.  Then
a rope was threaded through an apple and that was used to gag me.  My back 
and ass was given an alcohol bath.  I was now ready to become a snack table.

	I could not figure out how this became part of my fantasy, until I 
was told that I had said something about being humiliated.  This was it.   
Now the snacks were added.  Cookies were placed all over my back.  Then dip, 
celery, cheeses, whipped cream and some other food was added.  Then a long 
candle was put in my ass, and donuts were hung from the part sticking out.  
This proved popular, and I was reloaded with more after 15 minutes.

	After all the food was put on me, the member who tied me up brought 
out a watch.  It was 4:30.   I was told that I would have to remain where I 
was until 5:00.  People came by and got snacks off of me, and asked how I was.  
I gave them a thumbs up.  After ten minutes, circulation became a problem in 
my hands, and it became apparent to a couple of members.  I tried to get my
arms in a better position, but eventually, they had to untie my elbows and 
release my hands from the collar, so I could put my weight on my forearms.  
That took me out of most of the bondage, but circulation was restored.  I 
made it till 5:00, and it must have looked good to some, since they suggested
that I be the table for dinner, too.

	I was the first person in the dungeon when it opened Saturday morning.  
I was walking around when security walked in.  Since I was the only one there
- and he was on duty as security - he decided to do his job and secure me to 
a great bondage table.  It was a padded leather covered table with hooks in 
the shape of a human form and more hooks around the base where the table was 
fastened.  Two holes were cut in the bottom to put your feet, a hole was cut 
in the middle and another at the head, so if you laid face down, you could be
secured tight and without discomfort - unless it was from the tightness of 
the rope.

	He decided to tie me face up though.  My feet were fastened just off 
the table while the rest of me was secured tightly - weaving the ropes back 
and forth and pulling tight.  One of my hoods was put over my head and 
fastened tight.  Then he started to tickle me and play with my nipples.  It 
wasn't long before I felt another pair of hands joining in.  For the next 90 
minutes, I remained tied to the table while various people played with me.

	By mid-afternoon I was ready for a nap.  They had assigned me the 
first top bunk nearest the steps to the bunkhouse, so I was awakened whenever
someone came or went.  And Bertha decided to dump six inches of rain that 
night, so that kept everyone restless all night.  Put that together with the 
fact that I had been in scenes since 10AM, and I felt that I needed to get 
recharged.  A friend from the Philly Bondage Club, Dave, was there, and he 
decided to tie me to my bunk.  He took out four rope cuffs and tied me spread
eagle to the corners of my bunk.  It was simple, but I wasn't going anywhere.

	Dave wasn't going to let me sleep, either.  He figured as I was a 
pledgeboy, I should be available to the amusement of people walking by.  So 
he took his time and tickled my feet - running his fingers up and down my 
soles while I tried in vain to avoid his touch.  He took the cover off of me 
and tickled me from head to toes.  It wasn't long until another joined the 
fun.  After tickling me and playing with my nipples, he asked if I was the 
one that was tied to the table earlier.  I told him I was.  He informed me 
that the table was his and then introduced himself to me.  James Bond, the 
photographer for Bound and Gagged magazine.

	I had wanted to meet him, since I had heard how good of a player he 
was, but didn't know how to approach it.  We had a nice long talk, and I 
found out he had spent a lot of time in my home town and I never knew it!  I 
hoped that I would get the opportunity to get tied by him.  Sunday morning, 
it did.

	I walked into the dungeon after performing a pledgeboy chore, and 
James asked if I wanted to get tied up!  Do you EVEN think that I was going 
to say no?  He took me over to a ladder made of 2x4's.  It was about four 
feet wide and had spaces in between of about the same width of the boards.  
James backed me to the board and had me put my hands down by my sides and out
away from my body.  He took a rope and tied my arms and wrists to the board.
I checked the tension.

	"I think I could get out of this in 45 minutes."  I probably shouldn't 
have said that.  James took another piece of rope and tied the shoulders and 
chest TIGHT to the boards.

	"Will that add another 45 minutes?", he added jokingly.  He had put 
his foot to the boards to pull the rope tight to my chest.  I was not going 
anywhere, and James picked up another piece of rope.  He spread my legs and 
tied each ankle to the boards.  He took another rope and tied my waist and 
hips TIGHT to the boards, putting his foot to the  boards again and pulling.
If my hips were out of alignment before, they sure were not now.  Another 
rope was added to secure my legs tighter.  Then another went around my arms 
more.  Another rope was used to tie my fingers apart and to the boards, then 
another was wrapped around my cock and ball and tied tight.  Finally, he put 
a double hood on me that zippered in the front and tied the hood to the 
boards.  I couldn't move anything except my toes and I was flying!!!  James 
teased my body, tickling me and playing with my cock.  My cock was so 
sensitive from all the stimulation that he was driving me nuts.  It was GREAT.

	Believe it or not, as tight as I was tied, I did not have a 
circulation problem.  But eventually, the stimulation got to me and I started
to feel faint.  The hood was removed and I was given water, but my head was 
spinning.  James and Dave, who happened to be nearby and admiring the 
ropework, started to untie me as  I slumped.  They kept the rope holing my 
chest to the boards on me, so I wouldn't collapse.  About half way untied, I 
came clear again and had a big grin on my face.  It was the tightest I've 
EVER been tied up and it was great.  Hopefully we'll get a chance to play 
again soon.

	You want to know how tight I was tied?  It took over 7 hours for the
rope marks to disappear from my body.