I had always had a "thing" about tying up girls and being tied up by them. Not much experience, but some, which diminished as I entered my forties; still in good shape, but just not in a social position to get together with eligible women. You probably know the problem.

But, I still, more than ever, wanted to get tied up myself. Even by a man.

I met Bob in the Internet. We emailed. Not possibly offend, I never did ask him if he was gay or straight. He claimed to just be a guy who liked to tie up other guys, ever since childhood.

Eventually, we met at a neutral place to get the measure of each other. Nice guy. We agreed to a meet at his townhome. He would tie me up, maybe take a few pictures. I would be dressed casually: sweats, shorts. socks, maybe eventually just jockeys. No pressure.

Our first meeting was for two hours, and a lot of fun. I got out of his first tie-up, but not again. He used rope, a couple pairs of handcuffs, even a ball gag. Pretty much hands-behind-the-back stuff. He took a few pictures and teased about putting them on the net.

At the end of the session, we decided to have another sometime soon. I mentioned that it might be interesting to be hogtied with two pairs of cuffs - one on the wrists as usual, and one around the ankles with the chain passed around the wrist cuff chain.

And that is what he did to me on our next meet. He also used a new toy he had - a pair of bondage mittens. Since this is supposed to be a self-bondage tale, I won't go into more details about how he bound me.

During that second session, after two or three positions, he released me and began to mess with his camera and computer, getting the pics up for me to see. By that time, I was only wearing jockey underwear and socks.

While Bob fiddled with his equipment, I fiddled with his handcuffs. I was seated on a futon, which had a back of several vertical posts. Like I said earlier, I had done some minor self-bondage, but had always had to arrange an easy escape. I don't remember just what was going through my head as I fooled around with the handcuffs, but I did put one on each wrist. Then I pulled the back cushions of the futon down out of the way, and hooked the other cuff of the pair around my right wrist to a post at the end of the futon. Then, knowing that Bob would be my escape route, I reached out as far as I could and attached the empty left cuff to another post. I was nowhere near stretched taut, but my arms were fairly well spreadeagled. No way I could get out of it without Bob's aid. And so far, he was not even watching what I was doing.

Funny thing: even though I had handcuffed myself before in the privacy of my home, this gave me a very different set of feelings.. First off, I could not reach the escape key myself; I was dependent on Bob. Second, I had never been spread before; had always done hand-behind-my-back and together, mainly to facilitate escape. Third, I suddenly became aware that I had no idea how Bob would react to what I had done to myself; probably laugh at and tease me. And I didn't know how long before he might use the key to release me. Fortunately, he had always been kind, and would probably continue to be so.

One more thing. I'd had erections before when I had self-bound myself. When Bob had tied me up those several times, I'd not gotten hard; had just enjoyed the feelings of being tied up, like when I was a kid. But now, for some reason or other, I became hard and erect for the first time with Bob. I anticipated humiliation when he turned to see me.

And then he did!

His gaze moved quickly from my face to handcuffed wrists, to the erection straining against my shorts. "Damn, what have we got here," as a grin spread widely. "Very nice! I know about self-bondage, but never saw anyone get into it. I like it.

"Well," I said, feeling as foolish as I thought I might, once it had become too late, "I feel kind of silly doing this after what you have done to me." .

"Oh no; you shouldn't. I like it. Know why?"

"You like it, huh? And why is that? I thought you liked doing the tying yourself."

"I do. But this is different. We had an agreement that I could tie you up, but that was all. That agreement does not extend to you tying yourself up. As it is, I can do whatever I want to you. And, although we have not discussed it, I AM gay. And like you very much, even though you are straight - or claim to be."

"Oh shit; I got myself in trouble, didn't I?" I hadn't thought of our agreement, and that it would not be in effect now, if he didn't want it to be.

"So, now your ass - or whatever I want - is mine. You agree?"

I didn't want to piss Bob off, so I said, "I guess I have to, don't I?"

"Yup. Now, when did you say you have to be home?"

I thought about telling him in an hour or so, but seemed to recall having said earlier that I didn't have to be home for six hours to feed my dog and take her out. I decided that he might remember it too, and was testing me, so I confessed that it would be the six hours; we had already been 'playing' for two hours.

"Good. First thing, let's get you naked."

Bob was almost silent as he pulled off my shorts and socks, then began to tie my ankles wide apart to the legs of the futon. Then he reached beneath my balls and gently probed the sensitive skin between my balls and asshole. Made me jump it was so sensitive. "Gotcha!! Like this?"

I didn't know how to answer, being new to this kind of stuff.

"Answer me, asshole!!" Bob was taking a turn for the much more dominant and demanding role. I dared not defy him.

"I ... I guess."

"Well, there is lots more coming." And then he began on me in earnest. With one hand, he cupped my balls with a warning not to make a sound or he would hurt me; and then he tightened his hold to demonstrate. And then he jerked me off, slowly, making me squirm and gasp; each time, tightening his hold on my balls when I uttered a sound. I could tell by his face that he was enjoying putting me into such distress. I was truly a 'damsel-i n-distress' only I was no damsel.

Eventually, I was brought to a shuddering climax, shaming myself by spurting all over my own belly.

As has usually been the case whenever I have been put into bondage by a determined captor - man or woman - things became confused in my own mind - not then, but in my recollections after.

I can recall that the adventure became no longer one of self-bondage, but one of strict bondage into positions useful to Bob in his degrading sexual attacks upon my body and mind. And I also recall that many pictures were taken of me; some with a self-timer as he put himself into the scenes of my (willing?) rapes.

Bob and I never met again. Somehow, as is often the case, I became unable to reach him again - as I would have despite the way he used me . . . or because of it. Never before nor since have I done any self-bondage while with another person, although it might be fun to have a repeat sometime with a trusted (but not too much so) partner.

So, I do hope that this short semi-true story will be entertaining to someone. Please let the author know if he was successful or not.

Strand Ankler

09.01.10