My Introduction to Bondage

A few weekends ago I experienced my first true bondage session. I had found a guy on craigslist that had a ton of equipment. We exchanged quite a number of emails -- I was incredibly worried I was going to end up dead or seriously harmed at a stranger's place. But this guy sounded sane and wanted to talk about things I wanted to happen and didn't want to happen. It wasn't rushed at all. We agreed to a bit of roleplay: I would be sort of kidnapped after walking into his place, and would wear clothing that he could cut off of me.

Finally the day came. I drove over to his place, entered the room, and got slammed with my body facing the wall. I was quickly cuffed, blindfolded, and gagged, then led to a chair and sat down. My ankles were cuffed together. He reached down and rubbed my crotch through my mesh basketball shorts. I wasn't wearing underwear. Then he reached in and began stroking me for a bit.

The session lasted 4 hours. I can't remember everything that happened or the order that it all happened in, but I'll try my best. Throughout the entire session he would take short breaks to pull me close and feel me up while playing with my cock. If I got too hard or aroused he would either slap me hard on my stomach or pat me lightly on my face.

It started with my wrists being restrained above my head and the cutting off of my shirt. He left my shorts on for a while, and uncuffed my wrists again, only to attach the restraints to each other. I was led to an open area of the room and forced to get on my belly. He tied me up with rope and some leather straps. I was rolled onto my side so he could play with my cock, and it felt fantastic, being situated so that he had such open access to such a private part of me and there was nothing I could do about it.

No way to get away.

He brought out a riding crop, I think, and began hitting the soles of my feet. It stung and made me squirm on the ground, but I couldn't get away from it. I've found that, for the most part, pain is not arousing to me at all. Some mild pain on my nipples will get a weak response, but that's the most you'll get from me. He untied me and put me back in previous position, with my wrists held above my head, and finally cut off my shorts. That's when I started feeling really vulnerable.

Heaven.

Now that I was completely exposed, he attached a weight to my balls. It put me in heaven; I love having my balls stretched and pulled on. He cuffed my wrists to each other again and tossed me on a large cushion and stroked my cock for a bit. For the first time that night I was hard.

He left me like that for a short while. I could hear the sound of metal rattling on wood. Without warning I was pulled forward, off the cushion and onto my knees. I felt the restraints on my wrists get replaced with different ones, as well as the ones on my ankles. Once he was done and I was free to move, I found that my wrist and ankle cuffs were all attached by chains. I couldn't stand up, and certainly couldn't move to avoid or protect myself. I think he started some very light ball busting at this time. Then I was pushed forward and fell onto my stomach again. The riding crop or maybe a small flog was used to hit my feet and sides of my torso.

I was uncuffed again and told to stand, then my wrists were bound behind my back. My ankles were left free. I realized that if I were in a real kidnapping situation, even with this small freedom I couldn't escape. I had no idea where to run, and my hands weren't of much use. I just stood there in place until he began guiding me towards the next station. My blindfold hadn't come off since I'd walked in the door.

I bumped into what felt like a waist-high table. He told me to get on it and lay down. I heard a buzzing sound and unexpectedly felt a vibrator up against my balls. It moved up and over my cock, and spent a while circling my head before being turned off. It would return periodically during my time on the table.

A moment's relaxation.

As my wrists were uncuffed, each was immediately strapped down by restraints built into the table. These bands went across my wrists, upper arms, chest, abs, mid-thighs, upper-calves, mid-calves, and ankles. There was a hole in the center of the table that my ass sunk into, and I was only able to move my hips a few inches in any direction.

For a long time, nothing happened. I heard little clicks and lots of movement. Then a cold object was placed on my left upper thigh, then the right one. He placed something else at these spots and then took his hands away. I was beginning to get restless that nothing was happening, when suddenly I felt a warm sensation coming form those two spots. It went away, then came back again. It went away again.

Then it came back, not as a warm fuzzy feeling, but as a sharp, biting sensation that made my muscles contract. The table restraints kept my legs from actually going anywhere, but I was pressing against them full force. The sensation stopped. Nothing happened for another long while, then he put two more electric nodes on my lower abdomen, a few inches below my navel.

The cycle of shocks repeated itself. Unfortunately, I instantly realized there was something wrong with one of the new nodes, because when it turned on it always created a high intensity/short length shock. If the other nodes were on a long length setting, it would just shock me about once a second until they all stopped. Eventually it wasn't that distracting because I had other things to worry about.

Fun to the max.

Another pause, and something was put on my cock. I began to really get nervous. I wanted this to feel good -- I would love to cum from electric stimulation. Something about being forced to orgasm from a machine seems really erotic to me. I think it's because a person, even if they're forcing you to cum against your will, will read your body language and adjust their actions; a machine will continue its programmed cycle, completely unaware of the domination is has over you, and that's really arousing. You can't beg or plead with a machine. You can't try to escape it -- it's attached to you.

I think the hottest thing would be for a high intensity shock to just barely push me past the point of no return and turn off before I even begin to orgasm. Then, while I'm on the tail end of a ruined orgasm, the next high intensity shock (which might even be stronger than the one before it) begins, completely torturing my sensitive cock. And the cycle keeps going and going, blindly torturing my cock until the post-orgasmic feelings are gone, and then continues until I'm forced to orgasm a second time. And then a third. And again and again, until I have nothing left to shoot.

It would be incredibly hot to be left alone attached to any type of machine that would continuously bring me to orgasm.

But sadly, the shocks on my dick were simply painful. I don't know if it's because I'm uncut and my head and foreskin are overly sensitive, or if it's just the way I'm wired and pain simply isn't a turn-on for me. I was happy that he didn't leave it on my cock for too long, and once it was removed he put two final nodes on my nipples. These were attached to a different machine than the nodes on my legs, and each set followed a different pattern of intensity and length.

The nodes on my thighs were set to reach a higher intensity than before. Now when they reached their highest intensity my entire leg tried to contract. The nodes on my nipples actually felt really, really good. He said that once those started, my cock went rock hard.

This went on for a shorter amount of time than I wanted it to. Before I left the table he flipped me over and attached my wrist and ankle restraints to a cranking device. He could tighten the slack between my restraints and their anchor, pulling my whole body taught so that I had no wiggle room. The other nodes had been removed, and two new ones were places on my ass. That was relaxing -- it didn't hurt and felt good.

Can't reach.

I was released from the table and placed against the cushion. He put a metal cuff around my ankles, and then around my wrists. I instantly found out that both sets of cuffs were attached by a metal bar, and that the end of the bar had a collar on it, which he locked around my neck.

My cock was really aching by this point, but I could only just reach the tip of my head with my fingers.

I like this restraint a lot. It probably has to do with the fact that it locked my feet, hands, and head all together. That put a greater limit on my range of motion, which made me feel very vulnerable.
He pushed me forward while I was in this, which put me on my knees and face. Whatever leather tool he had hit me with earlier made another appearance, this time focusing on my ass and my balls, which hung down between my legs, completely exposed.

I was sat back up and my wrists were bound to each other and the metal bar restraint was taken off. He led me over to a wall and once again restrained my wrists away from me. Then I felt a pinch on one of my nipples. It was a really long pinch. And then he started pinching my other nipple at the same time.

Well, crap.

I realized he had attached nipple clamps to me when he started wrapping something above my balls while both of my nipples were still being pinched. I felt a tug on the clamps and lowered my chest to create slack. When it seemed like he had stopped pulling, I tried to straighten up but found that the clamps were attached to the item around my balls. If I stood up straight the nipple clamps would slowly be pulled off me.

He hit my balls around a bit while I was like this, then pulled both clamps off at the same time. Silly me thought we were done with this position, but he used the flog that you can see in the picture to start hitting my across the chest. I pulled away and twisted my body, but he would just hit my back and exposed ass. I could only turn away from him so much, though, and he kept hitting my chest and abs. Every now and then he would slowly pull the flog across my crotch, and finished this station off by giving me a good hit on the dick.

The nipple clamps were still attached, dangling by knees, to the leather piece above my balls as he moved me to the next station. This was just a single horizontal bar at shoulder height. My arms were extended away from me with no bend at my elbows, and my wrists restrained to the ends of the bar. Immobilized this way, he lightly busted my balls some, then pulled the nipple clamp chain back between my legs. My balls followed. He pulled the chain further, and my balls were tightly squeezed and extended past the back of my legs. Then he gave them a great smack without letting go of the chain. A second later he let the chain loose. For a moment I thought I would be okay, but then the pain surged throughout my body. I felt like I couldn't stand, but my restraints wouldn't let me fall to the ground. I doubled-over as much as I could; this was the most intense pain I had experienced all night.

After I had regained my composure he released me from the bar and led me to a low bed. I was restrained spread-eagle on it, and he finally asked me if I wanted to cum. Um... Yes! He made me say he owned my balls. He made me thank him for letting me cum. While I said this, over and over, he would masturbate me for a while, then either thump my balls or pinch one of my nipples really hard, then go back to my cock, and then thump or pinch me again. He made me say how much I liked getting pinched and thumped. This cycle repeated itself for a while, and I was getting rock hard. He told me that before he would let me cum, he was going to smack my balls three times with considerable force, and that I had to count out each hit.

Smack. "One, sir!"

Smack. "Two, sir!"

Smack. "Three, sir!"

Smack. "And one to grow on," he said. "And one to grow on, sir!"

He kept stroking me, but didn't pinch or thump me anymore. I was so aroused it was crazy. Finally I blew my load, landing some cum on my shoulder and chin. It was great. I'm such a sub.
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=Sab