In a leather bondage shop (M/M)
Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2019 5:52 pm
by tugsbd » Fri Apr 09, 2010 10:17 pm
The first part of this story is true. The second part continues as "what might have ended up happening".
Part 1
I had just finished some business in a city I'd never been to before, and being a single, 20-something guy on a Friday evening, I decided to look for something fun to do.
Walking down the street in what seemed a busy part of down-town, I passed by a leather shop. But this one was unlike any I'd seen before (I was pretty naïve then).
It was a bondage store! Mannequins were decked out in sexy leather gear. I went inside. There were gags, blindfolds, hoods and cuffs. I'd always been excited by bondage, and I'd seen pictures of stuff like this. Now I could feel and smell the leather, and I could understand why some people have a leather fetish.
Passing by the various clothing items in the front section of the store, I wandered back to where the bondage gear was, in a section of the store not visible from the sidewalk out front. I was fascinated by the cuffs and arm binders, gags, hoods, blindfolds, and other bondage devices.
I tried on a muzzle gag, with a head strap that connected in an upside down V shape at the front of the gag. It didn't seem very effective at muffling my sounds.
I tried on a leather blindfold. It had thick padding and blocked out all light. I quickly took it off when I heard the shop owner ask if he could help me with anything.
He looked to be in his 50's, almost 6 feet tall, and about 200 pounds. So he had me by more than 50 pounds and a few inches.
Other than frequent self bondage play, I hadn't been tied up by anyone in more than 4 years. I'd always liked giving and receiving bondage, even if it wasn't sexual in nature. I was wondering if this might be my lucky day.
I nodded and pointed to a wrist binder that looked interesting. A leather wrist cuff was attached to one end of a leather strap, and another wrist cuff was attached just above it. Above that the strap was connected by a buckle to another leather strap attached to a neck collar.
I said I'd like to test it out, and asked him if he wouldn't mind helping me try it on. We stood in front of a full-length mirror while he buckled the black leather around my neck. I was wearing jeans and a dark t-shirt. I looked around and saw that we were the only ones left in the shop. It was closing time.
I asked him if I could take off my shirt, so he unfastened the collar and walked to the front of the store while I took my shirt off. He locked the door and flipped the sign in the window to show that the shop was closed. He also turned off the lights in the front section of the shop.
My heart began to beat faster and harder as I wondered what I was about to get myself into. On the one hand, I knew I was about to take a big risk, allowing my self to be put into bondage I might not be able to get out of. But on the other hand, here was a perfect opportunity to try on some really cool leather bondage gear I'd only seen and read about until now. I didn't have a real-life bondage partner, and self-bondage was my only alternative. Besides, those leather cuffs didn't look all that difficult to escape from.
He stood behind me and again fastened the wide leather collar around my neck. It was a little uncomfortable over my Adam's Apple, and it kept me from looking down very far, but I could still look down past my flat abdomen and see the bulge forming in my jeans.
He then fastened first one, then the other leather wrist cuff around my wrists so that my arms were folded behind my back. I really love tying and being tied that way because adds to the feelings of exposure, vulnerability, and helplessness.
The bondage looked good on me. I strained and tugged at the cuffs, flexing the muscles of my chest, shoulders, and arms, and even my abs. The leather bondage gear somehow made me look and feel more masculine. And I liked how I couldn't lower my hands because of the collar.
But I was able to reach one of the buckles with my fingers and was confident I could escape. I told him I liked trying to escape from secure bondage, and that I was pretty good at it. He said he wasn't finished yet, and that after he added a few more bondage items I wouldn't find it so easy to get loose. I told him to go ahead.
He must have noticed the growing bulge in my jeans, because he asked me if I wouldn't mind having them pulled down. I was too excited to refuse, and I also gave him the OK to pull my jockey shorts down as well. Besides, the jeans had become uncomfortably tight.
So there I was, in a locked bondage store after closing hours, standing naked in front of a stranger, with my wrists fastened securely behind me. If I'd bee gagged, I wonder what would have happened.
I figured he was going to have me step out of my pants and bind my legs, and maybe hog tie me or something to make it harder for me to escape, but he didn't.
Instead, he produced a leather contraption I'd never seen before, one with 3 sets of straps, 2 narrow, and 1 about an inch wide. I hadn't ever seen anything like it before, having limited my bondage viewing so far to females in bondage.
He began buckling the wide strap around by cock and balls! He didn't touch me as he positioned the strap behind my ball sack, threaded the free end of the strap through the buckle, and fastened it around my cock and balls just a little snug. Within seconds, it felt even more snug as my cock grew harder.
Both halves of the second strap were attached to the sides of the first, and he buckled these together in front of my ball sack. I could feel the skin along the underside of my shaft stretch a little as he did this, and it felt good.
I wished it were a girl doing this to me, but I was ok with this guy continuing. After all, the first time I remember being excited by bondage was when I saw a newspaper comic strip with the hero hog tied and being carried by the hog tie rope by a villain's large henchman. The hero was also gagged and looked so helpless!
He continued by buckling the last strap between my balls, from the middle of the main cock strap, up between my balls to the middle of the strap he'd fastened just before.
During that entire time, you could have heard a pin drop. I had a raging hard-on, like nothing before. I knew it was from the cock harness, which was something brand new to me. I worried a little as I saw the vessels standing out more than usual. I also saw a drop of precum, and I blushed. He didn't seem to notice, and kept working, fastening some leather thongs to the underside of the cock harness.
These he brought up behind me, between my buttocks, and fastened to my wrist cuffs. Then he tightened the strap from my neck a bit more.
Now I was feeling more securely bound. If I moved my arms much, I felt a tug either at my neck, or at my cock and balls. And everything looked great in the mirror, except for not wearing a gag.
He asked me to try to get loose. I now found it a bit more difficult to reach either of the wrist cuff buckles, but I did manage to reach the upper one and free my hands a few seconds later. I felt a little relieved, but also a little disappointed.
He unbuckled the collar, untied the thongs, and set that gear aside. Then he showed me another piece of bondage gear I'd never seen before (or since), one he said I'd never be able to escape from.
It was a long black leather strap that was designed to hang down the middle of the back. Three pairs of progressively shorter straps were connected at intervals along the long strap. The lengths of each of the 2 intervals could be adjusted by buckles in the long strap (which was really 3 sections connected by those 2 buckles). The shortest pair of straps, at one end of the long strap, would bind my wrists behind my back. The other two pairs of straps would bind my arms even more securely behind my back, above and below my elbows. There would be no way to bring my bound wrists under my bottom and to my front!
The remainder of the long leather strap was designed to pass up from between my shoulder blades, over my right shoulder, across the front of my neck (below my adam's apple, which doesn't feel to scary), and back down over my left shoulder, where it would be fastened by a buckle that would adjust the diameter of the neck loop. There would be no way for me to slip out of the elbow bondage, because it would be held up by the neck strap!
I'd always wanted to try some kind of elbow bondage. I'd tried once in college, but my self bondage slip knot didn't unslip, and I'd had to ask a classmate in the hall to release me. But that's another story for the true section.
The bondage shop owner began by looping the neck strap over my head, and then he adjusted the remaining lengths. I clasped my hands palm to palm behind my back, thinking it would be easier to bind my wrists if I did that.
He instead fastened the elbow straps, above and below my elbows. As he did so, I tried to get my elbows as close together as I could, and so he naturally tightened the elbow straps some more. Looking at myself in the mirror, my shoulders were pulled back, making me look less tapered and more narrow-shouldered.
That, and the way the elbow bondage made me arch my back, somehow made me look and feel more feminine -- not that there's anything wrong with that. I wondered how it would look and feel to be gagged, and again I wondered what would happen to me if I were.
It turned out that I'm not very flexible in that kind of bondage, and the pressure of my lat muscles against my inner arms was soon cutting off feeling and circulation.
Meanwhile, as soon as he had finished tightening the elbow bondage, he said with a confident air, "you will never be able to get out of this!"
I immediately knew he was right. And I was feeling extremely helpless, exposed and vulnerable. And my hands were going numb, and so I panicked.
I suddenly said that this was enough and asked him to untie me. He looked genuinely disappointed. I said I was helpless and couldn't ever get loose, and that I'd had enough, so please untie me. And so he did.
We parted on good terms. I bought the bondage gear I was wearing.
This story was true, but I wished it had turned out differently.
If you wish, Part 2 will begin with the bondage shop owner looping the leather strap around my neck and beginning fasten the elbow straps.
The first part of this story is true. The second part continues as "what might have ended up happening".
Part 1
I had just finished some business in a city I'd never been to before, and being a single, 20-something guy on a Friday evening, I decided to look for something fun to do.
Walking down the street in what seemed a busy part of down-town, I passed by a leather shop. But this one was unlike any I'd seen before (I was pretty naïve then).
It was a bondage store! Mannequins were decked out in sexy leather gear. I went inside. There were gags, blindfolds, hoods and cuffs. I'd always been excited by bondage, and I'd seen pictures of stuff like this. Now I could feel and smell the leather, and I could understand why some people have a leather fetish.
Passing by the various clothing items in the front section of the store, I wandered back to where the bondage gear was, in a section of the store not visible from the sidewalk out front. I was fascinated by the cuffs and arm binders, gags, hoods, blindfolds, and other bondage devices.
I tried on a muzzle gag, with a head strap that connected in an upside down V shape at the front of the gag. It didn't seem very effective at muffling my sounds.
I tried on a leather blindfold. It had thick padding and blocked out all light. I quickly took it off when I heard the shop owner ask if he could help me with anything.
He looked to be in his 50's, almost 6 feet tall, and about 200 pounds. So he had me by more than 50 pounds and a few inches.
Other than frequent self bondage play, I hadn't been tied up by anyone in more than 4 years. I'd always liked giving and receiving bondage, even if it wasn't sexual in nature. I was wondering if this might be my lucky day.
I nodded and pointed to a wrist binder that looked interesting. A leather wrist cuff was attached to one end of a leather strap, and another wrist cuff was attached just above it. Above that the strap was connected by a buckle to another leather strap attached to a neck collar.
I said I'd like to test it out, and asked him if he wouldn't mind helping me try it on. We stood in front of a full-length mirror while he buckled the black leather around my neck. I was wearing jeans and a dark t-shirt. I looked around and saw that we were the only ones left in the shop. It was closing time.
I asked him if I could take off my shirt, so he unfastened the collar and walked to the front of the store while I took my shirt off. He locked the door and flipped the sign in the window to show that the shop was closed. He also turned off the lights in the front section of the shop.
My heart began to beat faster and harder as I wondered what I was about to get myself into. On the one hand, I knew I was about to take a big risk, allowing my self to be put into bondage I might not be able to get out of. But on the other hand, here was a perfect opportunity to try on some really cool leather bondage gear I'd only seen and read about until now. I didn't have a real-life bondage partner, and self-bondage was my only alternative. Besides, those leather cuffs didn't look all that difficult to escape from.
He stood behind me and again fastened the wide leather collar around my neck. It was a little uncomfortable over my Adam's Apple, and it kept me from looking down very far, but I could still look down past my flat abdomen and see the bulge forming in my jeans.
He then fastened first one, then the other leather wrist cuff around my wrists so that my arms were folded behind my back. I really love tying and being tied that way because adds to the feelings of exposure, vulnerability, and helplessness.
The bondage looked good on me. I strained and tugged at the cuffs, flexing the muscles of my chest, shoulders, and arms, and even my abs. The leather bondage gear somehow made me look and feel more masculine. And I liked how I couldn't lower my hands because of the collar.
But I was able to reach one of the buckles with my fingers and was confident I could escape. I told him I liked trying to escape from secure bondage, and that I was pretty good at it. He said he wasn't finished yet, and that after he added a few more bondage items I wouldn't find it so easy to get loose. I told him to go ahead.
He must have noticed the growing bulge in my jeans, because he asked me if I wouldn't mind having them pulled down. I was too excited to refuse, and I also gave him the OK to pull my jockey shorts down as well. Besides, the jeans had become uncomfortably tight.
So there I was, in a locked bondage store after closing hours, standing naked in front of a stranger, with my wrists fastened securely behind me. If I'd bee gagged, I wonder what would have happened.
I figured he was going to have me step out of my pants and bind my legs, and maybe hog tie me or something to make it harder for me to escape, but he didn't.
Instead, he produced a leather contraption I'd never seen before, one with 3 sets of straps, 2 narrow, and 1 about an inch wide. I hadn't ever seen anything like it before, having limited my bondage viewing so far to females in bondage.
He began buckling the wide strap around by cock and balls! He didn't touch me as he positioned the strap behind my ball sack, threaded the free end of the strap through the buckle, and fastened it around my cock and balls just a little snug. Within seconds, it felt even more snug as my cock grew harder.
Both halves of the second strap were attached to the sides of the first, and he buckled these together in front of my ball sack. I could feel the skin along the underside of my shaft stretch a little as he did this, and it felt good.
I wished it were a girl doing this to me, but I was ok with this guy continuing. After all, the first time I remember being excited by bondage was when I saw a newspaper comic strip with the hero hog tied and being carried by the hog tie rope by a villain's large henchman. The hero was also gagged and looked so helpless!
He continued by buckling the last strap between my balls, from the middle of the main cock strap, up between my balls to the middle of the strap he'd fastened just before.
During that entire time, you could have heard a pin drop. I had a raging hard-on, like nothing before. I knew it was from the cock harness, which was something brand new to me. I worried a little as I saw the vessels standing out more than usual. I also saw a drop of precum, and I blushed. He didn't seem to notice, and kept working, fastening some leather thongs to the underside of the cock harness.
These he brought up behind me, between my buttocks, and fastened to my wrist cuffs. Then he tightened the strap from my neck a bit more.
Now I was feeling more securely bound. If I moved my arms much, I felt a tug either at my neck, or at my cock and balls. And everything looked great in the mirror, except for not wearing a gag.
He asked me to try to get loose. I now found it a bit more difficult to reach either of the wrist cuff buckles, but I did manage to reach the upper one and free my hands a few seconds later. I felt a little relieved, but also a little disappointed.
He unbuckled the collar, untied the thongs, and set that gear aside. Then he showed me another piece of bondage gear I'd never seen before (or since), one he said I'd never be able to escape from.
It was a long black leather strap that was designed to hang down the middle of the back. Three pairs of progressively shorter straps were connected at intervals along the long strap. The lengths of each of the 2 intervals could be adjusted by buckles in the long strap (which was really 3 sections connected by those 2 buckles). The shortest pair of straps, at one end of the long strap, would bind my wrists behind my back. The other two pairs of straps would bind my arms even more securely behind my back, above and below my elbows. There would be no way to bring my bound wrists under my bottom and to my front!
The remainder of the long leather strap was designed to pass up from between my shoulder blades, over my right shoulder, across the front of my neck (below my adam's apple, which doesn't feel to scary), and back down over my left shoulder, where it would be fastened by a buckle that would adjust the diameter of the neck loop. There would be no way for me to slip out of the elbow bondage, because it would be held up by the neck strap!
I'd always wanted to try some kind of elbow bondage. I'd tried once in college, but my self bondage slip knot didn't unslip, and I'd had to ask a classmate in the hall to release me. But that's another story for the true section.
The bondage shop owner began by looping the neck strap over my head, and then he adjusted the remaining lengths. I clasped my hands palm to palm behind my back, thinking it would be easier to bind my wrists if I did that.
He instead fastened the elbow straps, above and below my elbows. As he did so, I tried to get my elbows as close together as I could, and so he naturally tightened the elbow straps some more. Looking at myself in the mirror, my shoulders were pulled back, making me look less tapered and more narrow-shouldered.
That, and the way the elbow bondage made me arch my back, somehow made me look and feel more feminine -- not that there's anything wrong with that. I wondered how it would look and feel to be gagged, and again I wondered what would happen to me if I were.
It turned out that I'm not very flexible in that kind of bondage, and the pressure of my lat muscles against my inner arms was soon cutting off feeling and circulation.
Meanwhile, as soon as he had finished tightening the elbow bondage, he said with a confident air, "you will never be able to get out of this!"
I immediately knew he was right. And I was feeling extremely helpless, exposed and vulnerable. And my hands were going numb, and so I panicked.
I suddenly said that this was enough and asked him to untie me. He looked genuinely disappointed. I said I was helpless and couldn't ever get loose, and that I'd had enough, so please untie me. And so he did.
We parted on good terms. I bought the bondage gear I was wearing.
This story was true, but I wished it had turned out differently.
If you wish, Part 2 will begin with the bondage shop owner looping the leather strap around my neck and beginning fasten the elbow straps.