Jeremy. 6 foot, slim, tanned skin, short black hair, brown eyes. Wore gray boxer briefs, white buttoned polo, leather jacket, wrangler jeans, and gray sketchers.
Captor. 5 foot 11, slightly muscled body, spiky long brown hair, brown eyes. Wore underarmour shorts and blue tank top.
Okay folks. I am now back at my university, after having a pleasant filled two days with a captor who I have been talking with for the past three months. It is a site more into intimate relations as well as bondage fetishes, and I appreciated both aspects. It took place from a Saturday afternoon to Sunday afternoon in Alrington, Texas. He is a successful entrepreneur and had a luxury apartment.
Upon arriving at his complex, he sent a text message telling me to walk into APT. ___, lock the door behind me, take the handcuffs that are on the small section of tile between the entrance hall and the living room, fasten them behind my back, and turn towards the door. Well, I was really nervous that it didn't go as planned. I had drove a nerve-wracking 2 hours, the farthest I ever traveled. I was drinking water to get rid of the nervous cottonmouth I had developed. I closed the door, I forgot to lock it, and (as smart as I am), I couldn't work the handcuffs. I didn't know that the wrist cuffs work all the way around and don't automatically lock. I was already beating myself up about this. I know that he had to have heard me freaking out. I didn't see him when I first entered, but it was subtly lit. I recall a large living room with two leather couches and a TV towards the right. Beyond that, there was another connecting hallway, of which I had no idea where it led. He was nearby, I knew it. I could feel it.
2 minutes passed by where I tried to get the handcuffs to work. Already feeling like this was a disaster, I began to hear footsteps behind me. He finally lost his patience, I thought. Readying for a controlling dom, I instead felt his arms wrap underneath mine, over my chest. He began rubbing and messaging me from the chest down to my stomach, relaxing me. I remember hearing him say, 'You are way too nervous. Relax.' He breathed with me, and I recicprocated. As each second past where he held me, I began to calm more fully. "Let me help you."
He took the handcufs from my hands, and gently took each wrist and directed it behind me. He put one wrist through one, fastened it slowly (to make me hear the clicks), and then the other. I was handcuffed for the first time in my life. It was exhilarating, and I began to harden. He slowly turned me around, making sure that I didn't trip. When I did a full 180, I saw a cute face of a 29 year old. He had wild brown hair that seemed to stick out over his forehead. There were beautiful wide eyes staring back at me. Though he wasn't skinny, I could tell that he was muscled adequately (he is undergoing physical training). He was about an inch shorter than me, and I'm 6 foot, but he had this aura that radiated both dominance and comforter. "I hope that I'm as good as the pictures I sent you." I nodded without speaking.
He led me off the tiled area, him guiding me from behind with my wrists. I saw that the connecting hallway led to several different rooms. It was big enough to hold an office, and there was a large bookshelf and desktop to my immediate right. On the far right corner, there was a door that I saw led to a bedroom. I assumed it was his. Strait ahead, the connecting hallway led to a kitchen aisle with a dining room, small, at the end. To the left, two doors led into a respectably sized office area and a bathroom. It was the door on the far left that was closed, and the one that he led me to. He slowly opened it, and made me still by wrapping his arms tight around me, caressing my nipples and abs through the shirt.
I was awestruck. When he said he had a room stocked with supplies, he wasn't kidding. There was a leather table with a small hole for my butt to sit in, combined with several straps. On the wall right next to the door, there was a double bunk bed, each one with ropes on the rails to tie someone down in. On the floor was a giant cage with a mat. Those were the immediate things I could recall, as I started getting nervous.
Sensing my breathing, he led me to my knees by the doorframe with gentle tugs. He kneeled behind me, placing his chin on my shoulder. He again did a breathing exercise, calming me down. "Are you sure you have done this before? You seem really nervous about this," he said.
"Yes, but this is the farthest I have traveled, and I don't think the other guys had THIS kind of equipment."
"It is quite a bit overwhelming for a lot. But I want you to know, that we won't go any further than you are willing to. I care for the people I play with, and I really like you. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," I said. "Listen, I know that this is kind of rude of me to ask, but would you mind if I had a glass of water. I'm kind of a wreck right now," I said with a laugh, hoping I wouldn't be turning him off.
"You can have whatever you want." I felt him get off the floor, and go towards and hallway and to the front, obviously leading to the kitchen. As I heard him go, I began to survey the room again. He was a heavy bondage player, and he had whips, rope on walls, harnesses, and a shelf in the corner that held god knows what. He returned within a minute, and knelt behind me again. He held me with one arm, and brought the other around to my lips. He placed the glass near them, but I worked my lips around it. When I did, he slowly pushed the glass up and I took quick small gulps. Finished, he set it to the ground beside me and bent my head back, kissing my forehead. "Instead of going all out, this weekend can be introducing you again to bondage. I'll go slow, feeding the energy off of you to see what you like and don't like. And if we meet again, if you are ready by then, we can progress further."
"I appreciate that, sir." I don't know why I called him that, but it seemed so fitting for him at the moment.
"Just so you know, I tend to treat the guys I tie like pets of mine. I'll take care of you, I hope that is not weird." He was so cute and kind to me, I couldn't say no. When I nodded in the affirmative, he took his palms and did short firm strokes down my front. He was pulling the tension out of my muscles, giving me a massage. "I like your shirt by the way, alot of buttons." He smiled at me, as he gently pushed and stroked my thighs. I only call the feeling of calmness as my bodies kinks were worked out. I recall maybe a short stop on my member, but he didn't want to concentrate on that...yet.
"So, I heard that you like gags of course. It's okay if you do. A lot of guys have individual preferences. My last one enjoyed rope in the same way you love gags. I'm very flexible. So, do you like gags?" I nodded while looking up at him, his face gentle and kind. After this short gaze, he quickly took one hand and wrapped it around my lower face. His fingers pressed soft but firm into my cheeks. "You like this, don't you?" He looked down at my pants, my member already growing larger. "Well, I'll see that you are like this for a good amount of time. Try to speak to me." I tried, but he was probably the best handgagger I have had to date. His palm pressed on my lips hard, and he constantly adjusted it when he felt that they were coming open. He pushed down on my face, bending my back so my head was laying in his lap looking up. He unwrapped his hand briefly, and put a finger into my mouth. He went as far as he could go, and then placed his other hand over it. His fingers were taking up space in my mouth, and I sucked them slowly. He pressed harder and harder.
"So, since you like them so much, why dont' we do a safe signal instead of a word. What tune do you want to use to let me know?" I did a sort of morris code, doing 2 long mmphs, 1 short mmph, followed by 2 more more long mmmphs. "Is that what you want to use? I'll never be more than a room away. Say yes". I mmmphed, and he interpreted as this. "Well, to help you get in the mood, I want to do something. It's just something to enhance your other senses. But before I do that, how about I give you a gag you have't tried yet?"
He goes into the room and gets something from atop of the bunk bed that I had obviously overlooked. He pulls out a leather gag. I never tried one, but I was definitely 'peaked' with curiosity. He turns it to my mouth, and I can see the leather bulge to put it on. I guess I always thought leather gags were just like otm ones, but this one definitely would fill my mouth, which is what an effective gag does. I sucked the bulge in, and he goes around me and tightens the buckles tight. Though my anxiety kicked in again, my member clearly was interested in what he had to do.
After it was tightened, I immediately saw him place 2 cotton balls over my eyes, and the whole room turned to fuzz before him. I felt him leave, and I was do deprived of my sight. Every little noise turned into an orchestra, and the room felt larger than I knew it was. Hearing his knees behind me, I felt something placed over them, and I could tell by the color deprivation that it was black, and it was a blindfold. "Your mind is going crazy on you. With this, just concentrate on the feelings that you are getting. Don't think, just feel." Looking up into nothing, I nodded in the direction that I thought he was in.
"Good. I'll take care of you, and won't hurt you. Now, I want you to make a fist with your hands." Not wanting to disappoint him, I did. He took my fists apart, and put folded cloth in them, forming my fists around them. He then placed what felt like boxing gloves around them, fastening the straps and locking them with little padlocks.
"Now that you are mine, let's slowly get started." Standing me up, I knew that I needed him to guide me through this, figuratively and literally, if I wanted to make these two days memorable.