It was a Friday morning and it was raining that day, but wasn’t too bad of a storm. If I didn’t get free I had to remain like that until he let me go and he could do whatever he wanted to me and I’ve always been wanting to be tied up by a guy but didn’t want him to know that, but anyways onto the story:) Heaven.My name is Alex and this is a story I’ve experienced with an old friend of mine and I made a bet with another friend to let a gay friend of mine tie me up and gag me. When she untied me I couldn’t stand without her help, was unable to raise my arms above my elbows, my jaw ached from the gag, and my eyes refused to focus. She released me at 9 o’clock that evening when I could no longer avoid having to go to the bathroom. One recent Saturday she tied me up, gagged me with a couple of my own handkerchiefs stuffed into my mouth and held in place with several layers of electrical tape, and blindfolded me with a silk scarf at 10 o’clock in the morning. She has become very proficient in her rope skills so that escape is impossible. I’m extremely fortunate that my wife likes to indulge my need to be **. Being made helpless and deprived of the ability to see or speak intelligible words allows me to enter a zen like state in which I’m only dimly aware of my body. I’m an alpha male and I’ve always felt as if I had to be in charge and know all the answers. I absolutely love being ** as tight as I can stand, gagged, and blindfolded for hours. Cannot get the wife to participate, so it’s just a fantasy. The next time we do this I want to be somewhere outside or at least away from the bedroom. Once released, the wife lays down and I eat ** until she ** at least once, may be two or three times. The only way I am given a reprieve is if I promise (due to severe penalty) to finish off my wife orally. My legs are so weak, I am literally hanging by my wrists, my legs are shaking, but there is more ** to come. Nothing violent, just held in her mouth while my ** is being maneuvered back to erect. My nuts, now swollen, are the next target. The head of my ** is now swollen and so sensitive, breathing on it, is nerve wracking. I have been scratched with fingernails: had ball stretchers put on, cannot forget the ** clips, then given the damndest ** ever. The female (wife) can blindfold me or gag me, makes no difference, but once in that position I am hers to use and humiliate. My fantasy revolves around me being tied from the ceiling, then a spreader bar is used in my feet. Being helpless and in harms way should terrify me, but I want it more than anything else. I hate myself for this, because ** is supposed to be a bad thing. I've been to the brink several times in public situations, simply because I zoned off and started thinking about it. I began fantasizing about being kidnapped and **, and was soon able to make myself come without looking at anything. I began looking into e-books with ** themes, and would spend time looking through internet sites for videos and pictures. I never liked doing this but I was always fascinated by it. I don't think I realized what had happened at first, but soon figured it out. I just kind of pushed my legs together and it just happened. One day while searching for a simple damsel in distress story, I stumbled upon a fiction website with stories of women being **. When I started reading romance novels and the hero would save the heroine, or the heroine was in trouble, I would feel this pang "down there" and would later find myself wet. When my friends and I would play around, I would always want to be the helpless one that needed rescuing. When I was little and would watch movies with people being ** or with "damsel in distress" scenarios, I would start to get excited.
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