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I had been looking at many sites featuring tied up women. The images always aroused me, sometimes causing me to wish that the willing captive models were under my care, and sometimes that i were the helpless person myself. Not that I ever desired to actually be a woman or even pretend to be a female; I just wanted to know what it would be like to be tied up, gagged securely, and photographed by someone really enthusiastic about her/his role.
I finally settled on one site that really had pictures and captions which aroused me much more than the others. And so, not long after joining the site as a member, I emailed the site master with my compliments, and the thoughts mentioned above. I didn't know if the site master was a man or woman. A few days later, I received a reply. From a woman. She thanked me for my interest and membership. She also acknowledged what I had told her about my desire to be tied up myself, even though I am a man who should prefer the dominant role of manhood. Then she told me that she and her partner in the enterprise I had joined had been considering adding a section to the site which would feature males in severe captivity. She asked if it was something that I might have an interest in participating in. I said that it was. And she began reeling me in. It took several emails and a phone conversation for Caroline and I to make the arrangements. And then one spring morning I found myself driving from my home in the Maryland suburbs of D.C. into Pennsylvania, in the countryside not far outside of Harrisburg. Eventually turned from the two lane county road "at the red mailbox" and drove down a narrow, wooded lane a couple of hundred yards to come upon a fairly large and rustic cottage. Caroline greeted me even before I knocked on her door. Caroline was a very strong looking woman who, I later learned, had only a few years before been a competitive weight lifter and, for a shorter time, a wrestler. Her eyes and hair were both very dark, with her hair cut conveniently short - to the base of her neck. She was still very muscled; at about five ten and maybe a hundred and forty - I'm a poor judge of weights. She had a very open countenance, with a wide, generous mouth which, along with her eyes, I learned could quickly express either amusement or severity. It being a nice, warming morning, she was dressed enticingly in very short and tight denim cutoffs, a yellow tank top and white training shoes with no socks. Sometime during our correspondence I guess I had told her of my own personal taste in women's clothing; and Caroline had dressed to completely capture my attention. We chatted for several minutes in rockers on her porch. During the entire interview, she never mentioned her "partner." We discussed my fee, which would be modest, but which I waived. We discussed how I would be costumed for the pictures: naked in some, and what I was wearing in others - shorts not too unlike her own, tank top and sneakers with crew socks. She told me that the pictures would be made with both male and female viewers in mind. And she would ask me to do a bit of acting - to pose as if my being in bondage was against my will. Also, some pictures would be made out of doors in the woods, and some in the cottage. Finally, she had me sign a paper that I was of legal age and was voluntarily participating in whatever was about to happen. She assured me that this was absolutely necessary and safe for me. "So, shall we begin, Strand?" I agreed, of course; and Caroline led me into the cottage, which turned out to be furnished in a style which pretty much matched what one would expect from seeing the outside. "Let's begin with a chair-tie. Alright? I have a chair all ready, so just plop down here." It was a sturdy dining type, armless chair. Although Caroline was all woman, she was not really very "feminine," and she used her determination and strength to tie me very tightly to the chair, in order "that the pictures would look real." But before tying any ropes, she handcuffed my wrists behind the chairback, linking the connecting chair around a rung, which connected me to the chair. Then she separately tied each of my upper arms to the chair back. Frankly, I was just a little disappointed that she had not removed my clothes, but I need not have been, for that would come later. Anyway, back to this first tie-up of several. Caroline tied the end of a longish rope around each ankle, with a loop in the free end of one. Then she used her strength to pull from behind, drawing my legs far back, almost around the rear chair legs. It would have been painful except for the masking effect of my growing arousal. She tied the free end of the other rope through the loop. My legs were spread wide. But for the shorts, my genitals would have been very vulnerable. "Open wide, Strand!" I knew that I was about to be gagged with the bit type device in her hand. I suspected that if I didn't "open wide" she would make me, perhaps by holding my nose. So, I obeyed her direction and opened my mouth for the wooden bit, which she simply strapped tightly and buckled behind my head. How did I feel, you might ask, alone with that strong, sexy woman, tied and helpless so that she could do as she wished with me? Thrilled is my honest reply. And thrilled to be photographed from several angles. And thrilled to be watching her muscles rippling as she worked around me - especially her legs and ankles. And, strangely, thrilled when the telephone rang and she left me for several minutes to talk with her caller. For the rigging, photo setup, shoot and phone call, I was probably tied up for almost an hour. Sweet!! Except for not having any sexual contact, other than the thrill I got when she touched me necessarily while she bound me. Then Caroline removed my gag and untied me. Not near as much fun as being tied up in the first place. Caroline was an observant and wise woman. It was while she was untying me that she noticed my eyes downcast toward her legs and sneakered feet. I've always had a big "thing" for women's feet. Caroline smiled but said nothing about it . . . yet. After letting me have a drink, Caroline suggested that we move to putting me into a hogtie. "I think that the ladies and gentlemen who choose to see these pictures will prefer you without clothes; so I guess you had better undress now." She smiled, and I think I heard a gasp of amazement when she first saw my sex. And an even broader smile when she kicked off her sneakers and saw my response. "Ok Big Boy, on your tummy on the carpet. I cleaned it good before you arrived." This time, Caroline used ropes. Chatting lightly, she crossed my wrists and tied them horizontally, vertically, and then cinched them. At least that is what it felt like, because I couldn't see . . . until she showed me the pictures much later, after . . . . well, we'll hold that until later in our story. She continued with what is pretty standard for a hogtie - elbows lashed back toward each other to make it hard for me to work against the wrist bindings, ankles tied together and drawn up and back to be tied close to my wrists. It was very strenuous. Then she again gagged me - this time with a metal ring gag held in place with straps behind and over my head. I hoped no insects flew or crawled into my open mouth. As she finished up with my very tight gag, Caroline said, "I noticed that you like my feet, Strand. Lots of guys do, so don't be embarrassed. Some ladies too. Would you like a closer look?" And she stood very close, her bare feet under my forcibly downturned face. And then she gently slipped a big toe into my open mouth. Wonderful smell, texture and taste. And then the telephone called her away again. I writhed in my ropes while she was gone; more to be sure that I was well and truly bound more than to really escape. She had done me well. When she returned, Caroline announced, "Well, Strand, things are about to change for you. Ed will be along in a few minutes, and he will take over from here on. He's my cousin, so no reason for you to look jealous. Maybe I should though. Ed will like you. He's gay, you know. I guess we didn't tell you about everything, did we? Oh well, you can handle it. You'll have to!!" I was stunned!! It was exciting and comfortable being tied up by Caroline, especially as she had discovered my pet fetish and had seemed eager to share herself when she had eased her toe into my mouth. I had hoped that there was more such forced pleasures to come from her, even though my being tied up had originally been for a photo shoot. My main concerns now were twofold: first, would Ed be a guy who had ever been insulted or otherwise demeaned by the straight world, and would he take his revenge on me. Second, the way the ring gag held my mouth open. "Not what you expected, hmm? Ed's a nice guy; he won't hurt you . . . much. You'll go home with some fond memories of new experiences. And don't worry; Ed always enjoys safe sex. Maybe you will learn to enjoy it too." She saw me shake my head, then went on: "No? Well, we will soon find out. I think I hear his car now." You know the strange thing about it as Caroline and I waited for Ed to join us? I was lying face down on the floor, so Caroline could not see it, but I was still in a state of male erection, even knowing that another man was about to have control over me. Was it because Caroline was still nearby in her sexuality, having just removed her bare foot from my face? Or was it something about what I feared might soon happen to me in my helplessness? Ed was pretty much average in height and weight, I guess; but very muscular, like his cousin, Caroline. He smiled as he saw my predicament. Was it to reassure me, or because of what he anticipated doing to me? I would soon learn that it was mainly the latter. "Hi Ed. I'll set up the video now, while you two get acquainted. Are you going to do what you mentioned?" "Yeah; he looks perfect for it." "Ok. I'll set up by the tree." And what was it that they had mentioned, I wondered silently, with a renewed testing of my restraints and the gag - all quite futile. I must confess now that I somehow had a feeling of freedom in not having any decisions to make about the fate soon to befall me. After all, I was sure that I would survive, because Caroline had told me that I would go home with "fond memories." I was not so sure about how "fond" they would be, but I felt confident that I would go home with some kind of memories.And I was a tied-up captive as I had often hoped to sometime be. Caroline left and Ed knelt beside me. "We have to get you onto your feet, Strand.," as he began to untie my ankle to wrist connecting rope, and then my ankles, leaving my wrist bonds and gag in place. "Hmm, nice looking guy," he said as he helped me to stand. "And still hard too! What have you and cousin Caroline been doing, anyway?" Laugh. Ed chatted companionably as he led me - still naked - out of doors and into the nearby woods. I don't recall all that he said, but one thing he did say was, "You might be as straight as an arrow, Strand, but you will know a little about what it is like to be gay by the end of this day. Submissive gay, that is. So you might as well pay attention and learn." The ground was pretty clear, and I had no trouble walking through the woods barefoot. I hoped that no trout fishermen in the nearby stream would see us - me, especially. Then we came to Caroline, who was setting up a big video camera on a tripod. It was aimed at a slender but sturdy tree, maybe six inches in diameter. There was a blanket spread on the ground at it's base. I had no idea of what Ed was going to try to do as he backed me to the tree and made me lie face down on the blanket, then scooted me backward until my legs were thrust on either side and behind the tree. I tried to turn and watch, but it was difficult. Then Ed expertly tied my ankles together so that I was pretty much locked to the tree. Then he surprised me by untying my wrists. "You have to get up on your knees, Strand. I'll help you." I could tell that Ed was quite strong as he helped me up onto my knees so that my back was against the tree. "No fooling with the gag, Strand! Hands above your head and back around the tree." I felt the need to obey and not incurr any hostility from the man who certainly could punish me if I disobeyed him. It was a strain, but I got my arms up, back and, with his help, my wrists crossed behind the tree. Weird, but I felt an additional sense of vulnerability with my arms held that way. I wondered if I was to have my armpits tickled. Funny how my mind was working over possibilities. In only a moment or two, I was securely lashed to the tree with only two short lengths of rope; but it might as well have been a mile of it, because he had me tied very securely and so that I would be unable to resist whatever he intended. And, don't forget, my mouth was still held wide open for any roaming insects. Which would be the least of my concerns. "Damn, Caroline, he still has a hard-on; what did you do to him before to keep him this way?" "Maybe he likes you, Ed." I'm not a guy to easily write a lot of specifics of sexual activity. What Ed did to me - and Caroline witnessed and recorded - was humiliating enough. To write of it is more than I can do. Sorry about that. But the reader will understand what could be done to me as I was tied to the tree on my knees like that, and my mouth was held open by the ring gag. Yes, I tried to resist Ed at first, but a half dozen hard lashes against my exposed bare feet changed that. Ed recovered from the first time more quickly than I would have imagined. The ring gag was removed for the second time, but my . . . cooperation . . . was ensured by the leash tied around my sac and tugged on by Caroline when I briefly failed to . . . . cooperate. After the second time, as Ed rested, Caroline untied my wrists, helped me to lie on my stomach, and again tied my wrists, this time palm to palm and cinched. Then she stretched my arms out in front of me, above my head and tied the rope tautly to a stake already driven into the ground several feet away. Then, "to prevent us from annoying anyone," she gagged me again, this time with a wad of cloth in my mouth, held in place by a very tight cleave strip of scarf or something. And, "for variety,"she blindfolded me with one of those sleep masks. So, I could neither move, see, nor speak; only lie there and wait for whatever they decided next to do to me, and record for their clients. And, it would seem, their own amusement. The first that I felt of what was to come next, was gentle hands and lubricating moisture . . . . where you might suspect. Caroline preparing me? Soon, I felt the weight of Ed. And again, my misplaced sense of modesty prevents me from describing what was done to me and how I felt about it . . . twice over a period which I was unable todetermine. Eventually, I was taken back to the cottage and lashed again to the chair by Ed, and my mouth was bitted ruthlessly. During his four rapes of me, he had not given in to any tendency to treat me gently. In fact, he even said, "I'm beginning to like roughing up a representative of the straight world." And this time, unlike what Caroline had done to me earlier, Ed not only bound my wrists, arms and ankles, but slender ropes around my genitals and down to the chair. My erections had ceased and returned several times during earlier periods of captivity in the cottage and woods, and once again I became terribly erect when Ed bound me that way. And remained so as I was forced to watch the video of my violation by Ed. Their laughter at what was done to me in the movie did not end my arousal. After the movie, Ed announced that he had to go because he had a date with his lover, Arthur. "Don't worry, Strand, Arthur is safe. Besides, you couldn't always see it, but I used condoms. Been fun, big guy. Bye." That was the last I ever saw of Ed. When Ed was gone, Caroline stripped in front of me, so I could see her naked briefly, then she again blindfolded me; and, over the next unknown length of time, she relieved me with her hands and - I believe - her mouth. Caroline was wise. She weakened me gloriously before finally releasing me from bonds I had been in for many hours. I was too far spent to do revenge, even if I wanted to. Besides, as she pointed out to me, she had put the video into a secure place, so that she and/or Ed could send copies to the appropriate people in my "normal" life if I tried to cause any trouble for them. Otherwise, she said, I would be quite safe, other than being an anonymous video bondage star. As I mentioned before, I have never seen Ed again. But, I have visited Caroline a few times to make pictures and movies for and with her, the cameras being managed by self timer or remote control when she joined me. The last time I was with her, Caroline suggested that she may require me to again be with another man, who may not be a "gentle" with me as Ed was. I do not know when it may happen or with whom, but Caroline's growing library of videos and pictures will assure my compliance with her wishes, whether I wish it or not. And, just between us, maybe I am curious. |
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