Hello everyone, I'm a new member here. I'm a 22-year-old college student, studying Electrical Engineering. I'm rather mechanically-minded, and perhaps this leads me to this disposition of mine... This is a bit of an awakening for me - an acknowledgement of a long-held interest of mine that I've been ashamed to admit for nearly twenty years. I've always liked the idea of being tied up. I love the feeling of being completely immobilized, with steel and nylon digging into my wrists and ankles keeping me from any attempt at escape. The more feet of rope, the more pairs of handcuffs, the better. Blindfold me first, so I don't know what to expect.
I've always wanted to be tied up by a really dominant guy, but at the same time, I've never wanted the bondage to come into the sexual domain. I just like the sensation of being tied up - I don't want a guy's junk anywhere near me; I don't even want a hand job. I suppose this makes me unique. I just want to lay motionless, feeling the pleasure of being totally restricted course through my veins - for hours on end if need be. It's an emotional high. Use more rope, stack another pair of double-locked hinged cuffs on my wrists, make sure they're tight. Show me your mastery of knots by tying me in a strict hogtie. I'm still sexually attracted to girls and I'd like to restrict them in the very same way I love to be restricted but only if they derive the same pleasure that I do from the feeling. The girls I've been with have never hinted at any interest in bondage and this has inhibited me a bit.
Last week, I finally made the plunge. After extensive research and searching, I ordered a pair of Smith & Wesson Model 300P push-pin double locking handcuffs from Miles Tactical. I had to be very cautious doing this. Even at the age of 22, my debit card billing statements ship to my home address and my mom scans them. This prevented me from ordering form handcuffwarehouse.com, et. al. I couldn't imagine having to explain my feelings to my parents.
Yesterday, the handcuffs arrived via USPS Priority Mail...
I opened the box, barely able to contain my brewing emotions. I've never held real police-issue cuffs before. I didn't know what to expect. I opened the box, then the paper wrapping containing the cuffs.
Heavy. Thick. Steel. Very well made with tight tolerances. I'm particular about things like this. Holding them in my hands, feeling their weight sent my body into a sense of deep release I thought I could never experience as a jaded, 22 year old guy. I laid down in my bed, just holding them. Feeling the sense of closure after nearly two decades of avoiding my innermost desire. I can't describe it on this board.
I cautiously put them on myself, making sure the keyholes were facing outward where I could unlock them. I ratcheted them down tighter and tighter until they were digging into my skin a bit. I made sure to get the Smith & Wesson cuffs because they close tighter than most other brands, like Peerless. I took the key and double locked them using the rather heavy push-pin. I laid down and took in the sensation for a good half-hour. I didn't mind that the tight cuffs were leaving marks on my wrists. I loved the feeling of being locked in by cold, unyielding steel. I wanted more.
Here I am. Just joining this forum was a big step for me. I'm slowly overcoming the feeling of shame that I have for having these bizarre desires. Neither my family nor my friends have any idea that I'm into this sort of thing. I've come to the realization that I need to be more honest with myself, and this is a solid first step. Tell me what you think.