Roger

My first acquaintance with Sonja was at the local swimming complex. She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, carrying a white latex bathing cap in one hand and her clothes in a bundle in the other. She had the most gorgeous pair of legs with a slim upper torso and small breasts. Her smile as she looked at me sent a thrill deep in side me and I returned it with a smile of my own, She came towards me and spoke in a soft contralto which stirred my loins, She said “I’m sorry to trouble you but I’ve locked myself out of my car, could you help me?” ...

I had long been a devotee of self-bondage, lacking anyone who would indulge me in the fetish - - for free, that is. (Sure, I could go to a “pro” but I never felt they were in it for the fun rather than the money.) I had bought myself all sorts of toys and used them at home, and, occassionally elsewhere. One that I was particularly proud of was a full set of steel manacles; I bought these from a vendor at a Renaissaince Faire. Swords and armor were his main bill of fare, but I did see a steel collar and so asked him about manacles. He took me into his back room and showed me his work area, and said that this would be no problem for him to make. I told him what I wanted and he took measurements, and told me to come back the next day for the finished product. The next day, I went into the back room and he put them on me, and it was wonderful! So much so that I had an orgasm then and there. He told me that his girlfriend, who worked at the Faire was pretty kinky, and if I wanted to wait until she finished working in three hours, she would lead me around and then out to my car. I couldn’t refuse that, but decided instead to take off the manacles and walk around the Faire, and then return. ...

A few years ago, I wrote about my uneventful visit to a local dungeon. I had been thinking aabout a return and waiting for the right time, which included wife out of town and nice weather. It finally arrived, but with a different destination. Now we had a new place which featured both massage and domination, so why not give that a try. The first thing I did was to put a chastity cage on my private parts, a cb-3000. (I like to wear this when the wife is not home; she doesn’t know about it.) Before I snapped the lock, I put a one-inch ring thru the hasp. Then I put on a spandex unitard - - which the wife also does not know about - - and locked the zipper in back to the collar I added; the collar had a separate locking buckle and leash loop. I put a small combination luggage lock through the hasp and a regular small padlock joining the zipper tab and the leash loop. ...

Have you ever made a spur-of-the-moment purchase and then wonder why you did it and what you are going to with it? And then had your doubts answered the next day? About ten years ago, I bought a full set of steel manacles; I was at a renaissance faire and a blacksmith was selling them, custom-made, for $100. Definitely a bargain I couldn’t pass up. I went into the back room where he took my measurements and then asked what kind of locking device I wanted on them. I selected an allen-wrench screw, which was secure in itself, but for even more security, my idea was to cover the screw with a padlock. He told me he would fashion the manaces and I was to bring the padlocks the next day and then he would drill the holes to fit. ...

Well, it was what I expected, but even more than I expected! I had some time off with pay - - nice, eh? - - so I decided it was time to fulfill a fantasy of going to various cities and participating in bondage nights or dungeon groups. But I first had to show them that I was not one of the “yuppie watchers” but fully into the scene. I had long dreamed of having a complete set of steel manacles and now was the time to act. I found someone a few hours away on the internet who made them, and rather than do it by mail, I wrote and asked if I could come over there and have him measure me and make the manacles while I was there. He said yes, and we made an appointment. ...

My wife and I had practiced a little bondage play ever since we moved into our house. As punishment for little and big infractions, I would clean the house in a maid’s outfit - - short skirt and fishnet hose - - while wearing leg irons and, maybe, handcuffs. If I was cutting the grass in the secluded part of the yard, she would put my leg irons on and handcuff me to the mower. One evening I had to take a leak, so I went to the porch in the secluded area, pulled down my shorts and underwear, and took a leak. It is so comfortable there - - the railing is at the right height that I can rest my privates on top of it while I piss. I had done it many times before, only this time my wife came around the corner of the house and saw me do it. She’s always looking for an excuse to punish me, and she sure had one here. She told me the punishment would start after it got dark; I could hardly wait. After dinner, she walked into the room carrying two sets of handcuffs and two leg irons. And told me to strip. We went out onto the porch and she told me to put my arms on the railing about a foot out from my body, and she locked them in place with the handcuffs. Then she told me to do the same with my legs and the leg irons were locked. But that wasn’t all. She left and returned with a short length of clothesline, after which she stood behind me, pressed me against the railing with my privates laying on top, and wrapped the rope around my privates and the railing. A good double-knot and I was not going to move without a lot of pain. Then she put a cup on the ground and told me that I was going to stay in that position until I filled the cup with urine! This was a potential problem - - not only did I have to produce that amount of urine but I also had to hit the cup, and without my hands to guide my cock, I may have already been doomed to failure. She returned a couple of hours later. The cup was still dry. “Did I want some water to drink and improve my chances?” ...