Article – ‘#chained’ and how it came about (my first time in real bondage)

I’ve never been in real bondage before. For the majority of my life, I’ve practised and enjoyed (and become quite accomplished at) self-bondage. However, I’ve always fantasised after the real thing. Here’s the true story (from my point of view) of how ‘The Prisoner’ finally became the genuine article…

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I lay face down on the cold, hard floor. I felt my right wrist grabbed firmly and a cuff locked in place around it. My other wrist was quickly pulled up behind me and cuffed in place. My wrists were now chained together and nestled in the small of my book.

I was taking a hell of a risk. If my judgment was bad, I was now heading into a tremendously dangerous situation. I had no back-up plan and no-one knew where I was.

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I couldn’t see my captor. A thick neoprene hood had been placed over my head. It had only two small nose holes and a larger mouth hole which was the perfect size for the large red ballgag which was now firmly strapped into my mouth.

My ankles were pulled up towards my wrists and cuffs were placed around them. My wrists and ankles were now cuffed and chained together. I was hogchained. The chain connecting my wrists and ankles was longish…but not so long as I could fully straighten my body out.

The cuffs gripped my wrists and ankles. It wasn’t painful…but I could feel the metal gently cutting into my flesh.

I lay on my front contemplating my situation. I listened for any sound around me…any sign that my captor was still present. Nothing.

Basically, if I had made a bad choice in being here…I was now totally screwed. And yet, I was tremendously aroused. I realised that if I didn’t do something soon, I would cum, there and then, into by shiny black Umbro football shorts.

I rolled over onto my left side. The desire to cum was still there but it eased as my genitals were released from their crushed location between my body and the hard floor.

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I began to explore the chains and cuffs behind my back. As I tugged on them, I quickly realised that I was also attached to a chain which was shackled to the wall. So any thoughts I had of possibly escaping by wriggling across the stone floor were firmly put to rest. I wasn’t going anywhere.

And yet, I had known all along that this exact set of restraints were going to be used on me. I had agreed it all online with my captor.

All of our conversations apart from one had taken place on line using the messenger system on Recon. We’d agreed, pretty much step by step, everything that was going to happen to me. We’d arranged the time I was to arrive at his house and also the exact time when the session would finish. We’d also discussed what I would be wearing.

And then, the weekend before we were due to meet, my captor sent me a text message, and I rang him. We had a very pleasant and longish chat and went over a few things again that we’d discussed online. I was incredibly nervous. At one point, I said, ‘You sound normal’ to him. What an idiot!! What does normal even sound like? And what does not normal sound like? And what right have I got to call anyone normal or not??!?

We chatted online again several times during the week. My nerves…and then fear…started to kick in. I had never ever been tied or chained by anyone before in my life. What was I doing even considering it?

On the morning of my captivity, I began to feel increasingly sick with nerves at the thought of what I was going to do. I had carried out some online research. I had spoken online to ‘friends’ of my captor and received positive references.

However, in real practical terms,I had no safeguards in place. I had never met my captor before. There would be no independent third party involved in the scene. There was no-one with whom I could arrange a phone call check…and no-one knew where I was going to go.

But I still went. It wasn’t a long journey from my house to the location where I was going to be kept. But even so, several times, during the car journey, I nearly turned around. When I arrived at my captor’s house, I drove straight past it deliberately. I then pulled into the side of the road at the end of the street just to gather my thoughts. I then turned around, pulled up on my captor’s drive…and he appeared at the front door to greet me.

He invited me in. We sat and chatted for a while and then he took me on the walk to the location where my captivity was to take place.

I was going to be held in what was, for all intents and purposes, a dungeon…an old breeze block building with shackles and chains hanging from the walls…and a bondage chair.

It was dimly lit. It was musty. It was damp and dank. It was the perfect location in which a kidnap victim could be stored…far enough away from local residences that struggles and cries for help would not be heard.

I pulled my trainers and jeans off. I had already come pretty much clothed for my captivity. I was wearing a shiny black Adidas Chile 62 training top (nothing underneath), shiny black Umbro football shorts (nothing underneath), black football socks with white striping, shin pads, and black football boots.

I stood waiting…acutely aware that my shorts and what was beneath were starting to show my body’s reaction to my soon to start ordeal.

My captor gave me my neoprene hood. I pulled it on myself and zipped it closed at the rear of my head. It was tight. It clung to my face. I was now in a world of darkness.

My captor then pushed the large red ballgag into my mouth and strapped it in place. This was the first time I had ever been ballgagged by anyone other than myself.

I was lowered onto the floor, cuffed hand and foot and chained to the wall.

My mind was racing at this point…and I was also acutely aware that I was breathing at a rate of knots. I tried to calm myself…but the thought that I had made a huge mistake was now dominant in my mind.

I considered my options…but my wrists and ankles were cuffed behind me and chained to a breeze block wall…and I was hooded and ballgagged…so I had no options, other than to lie there on my side and wait.

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I grunted and moaned a few times. I explored my chains with my fingers. I pulled on them. I listened carefully. It sounded like my captor had abandoned me already and left me in my chain bondage.

And then I felt his presence. I felt him step over me. I felt his hand brush over my neoprene covered head. He was doing something to my chains. He grabbed my body and pushed me back onto my front. He yanked on the chain connected to my ankles and brought them up closer to my wrists.

Shit…he was going to put me in a tight hogtie. This wasn’t what we’d discussed. I really started to feel panic surging in my brain and my belly. He grabbed the cuff on my right wrist…and tightened it…

It was now beginning to seem like I had badly fucked up…

More to follow…if people are interested…

You can find direct links to the videos here…

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Part 1 of ‘#chained’

Part 2 of ‘#chained’

4 thoughts on “Article – ‘#chained’ and how it came about (my first time in real bondage)

  1. Mmmm what a lovely introduction to your session and I can only imagine the anxiety and trepidation you must have felt being restrained for the first time by someone you hardly knew. The setting was perfect, very sinister looking! Bet your jaw ached with that large ball gag.

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  2. Mmmmmmm……. Love it, more please!great to hear such an in depth account of something I’ve only ever dreamed of

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