Article – ‘#chained’ and how it came about (my first time in real bondage) – Part 2

‘I had never been tied or chained by anyone in my life’.

That’s what I said in the first part of this article. Thinking about it, that’s not, strictly speaking, true.

I used to be a Boy Scout…and everyone knows what happens there. A ‘rite of passage’ at scout camp was being staked out…spreadeagled on the ground like an X with wrists and ankles tied to large wooden tent pegs which had been hammered into the ground. I had been staked out.

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I also used to play tie up games with my best mate through our mid to late teenage years. I used to enjoy being tied up but I also used to enjoy tying him up. See attached photo…identity of my mate obscured for obvious reasons…

But I had never been in a situation where I had put myself in the hands of someone who I had never met in my life and allowed him to cuff me hand and foot and chain me to a wall…and as I lay on my belly in my shiny black football kit, hooded and ballgagged,  with my captor pulling my wrists and ankles up into a hogtie position, I was seriously wondering if I’d made a huge mistake.

But, of course, I hadn’t. There should never have been any doubt in my mind. There was, because this was my first time in this situation, but there shouldn’t have been.

My captor released me. And then he hugged me…gently, but firmly. And I nearly cried. I’m not sure why. It may have been the relief of being released. It may have been that the realisation that my trust had not been betrayed. It may have been because, generally, I’m not a huggy person and I’m not quite sure how to cope. Nevertheless, I nearly cried. But I didn’t.

I’ve made that whole situation sound like a bit of an ordeal. Perhaps it was. However, in terms of bondage and captivity…and discomfort…and ultimately, pain…a far greater ordeal was now to follow.

My freedom from the chains didn’t last long. I was now to undergo the main part of my captivity. I was to be chained and locked down as a ‘kidnap’ victim until, pretty much, release time.

My captor had a purpose built bondage chair…and that’s where I was placed. He’d recently purchased a set of heavy, steel wrist manacles. The thrill and rush of excitement which passed through my body as the first manacle was locked on my left wrist was incredible.

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My wrists were then pulled behind the back rest and the second manacle was fixed around my wrist wrist. The manacles didn’t quickly lock into place. They weren’t secured with a standard padlock or key, but with an Allen key, so it took a while before each manacle was screwed closed. This only added to the thrill of wearing them, they wouldn’t be coming off quick, that was a fact.

There was only one solid link of chain between the two manacles, and so, with my wrists pulled behind the bondage chair back rest, I could barely move my wrists up or down, left or right, or in any direction. There was now a tension on my arms and wrists which kept them firmly in place.

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My captor chained my ankles next. The front legs of the bondage chair were placed a good distance apart. My ankles were chained to the outside of each leg meaning my legs were splayed at least ninety degrees apart from each other. If your mind works in a certain way, you’ll understand exactly why. The photo adjacent to this writing may makes things clearer…

All of this was filmed. Lots of close ups of my restraints were recorded. I have an interest in digital film making and my captor has a background which lends itself to the kind of ‘drama’ we wanted to record on (digital) film. The ‘movies’ which show my captivity are the product of a ‘meeting of minds’. I really like what we’re achieving.

Next, my captor zipped up the neoprene hood over my head and strapped the large red ballgag back in place. That red ballgag is slightly too large and really fills my mouth making intelligent and intelligible communication all but impossible. It also makes my jaw ache…not so much while I’m wearing it…but the day after.

It was in these early stages of my longer term captivity that I was acutely aware of the sexual rush I was feeling. The evidence in my shorts would bear witness to that. But, as my captivity continued, and more and more restraints were added, and as my discomfort increased, my awareness of any kind of sexual feeling completely dissipated. I didn’t expect this to happen at all…and this became a real problem for me. But I’ll come back to this later.

I was now chained hand and foot to the bondage chair. I was hooded and gagged. I was excited. I was scared. Once again, that lingering doubt around whether I would be released from my current situation was lurking in the back of my mind.

I took pleasure from shifting around on my seat and ‘struggling’ for freedom just to get a feel for how the chains and manacles felt. For the time being, I was getting some satisfaction from the situation I was in. I was feeling empowered by the fact that thick steel chains and heavy manacles were needed to keep me ‘prisoner’. This was as close as I would get to genuinely enjoying my captivity.

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A four metre length of chain was then wrapped several times around my upper body and the bondage chair back rest. This had the immediate effect of pulling me back into the chair and severely restricting my ability to shift around in an attempt to remain comfortable in my bondage. I was now hooded and so had become more acutely aware of how the chains were beginning to feel on my limbs. When senses are removed as my sight had been, other senses kick into play and start to work overtime. My body now felt locked into an awkward and unnatural position…and was starting to complain.

I think something must have shifted in my mind at that point and, although I wasn’t immediately aware of it, subconsciously, my brain and my body were both starting to come to some form of consensus.

After all these years of fantasising about being in the exact position I now found myself…wearing shiny nylon shorts and sports kit…chained, hooded and ballgagged in an unfamiliar location in an old run down building…about to face a stretch of time ‘kidnapped’ and restrained with no immediate release…I was starting to realise that I didn’t like what was happening to me.

To be concluded…

You can find direct links to the videos here…

Trailer

Part 1 of ‘#chained’

Part 2 of ‘#chained’

2 thoughts on “Article – ‘#chained’ and how it came about (my first time in real bondage) – Part 2

  1. Love your candid account of your previous experiences of bondage as a child and then as a teenager. I have some very similar ones. You certainly were gutsy allowing your new friend to “kidnap” you based on what you said about the location and no one else knowing your whereabouts. You and your friend successfully made both film pieces dark and quite sinister – fantastic!😀

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