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February 4, 2001
To My Diary
At school during January things went well, and I concentrated on my classes. I did meet a couple of new girls who I had seen around, but really didn’t know that well. One of them is really good looking, and I get hot whenever I see her, which is uncomfortable with that damned chastity thing locked on me.
We’ve talked, and secretly I took her out one evening.
We had a couple more dates after that.
I was really happy when my grades came out at the end of the semester. Mostly “A’s” and one “B.” My parents were happy too, and my step-mother said that they would keep their bargain and let me stay with the Petersons while my aunt and Derek were gone. I had almost forgotten about staying with the Petersons.
I wondered how it would go when I told Julie I didn’t want to be tied up so much and maybe not be a slave.
During January, my aunt only tied me up once and that for just two hours. One other time my aunt said she wanted to see me in the leather cocoon that the Petersons had given me. I agreed, and on a Saturday afternoon she had me strip, put on my gag, and she laced me into the tight leather glove that so tightly binds me. She kept me in it for about an hour which was more than enough for me. I told her that I really didn’t like it as it at all and wanted to get rid of the horrid thing.
Reluctantly I got ready to move for a couple of months. My aunt helped me pack including all of my tie-up equipment and she checked to see that the chastity device was locked in place.
I took my aunt and uncle to the airport, and then drove over to the Petersons.
I am really nervous about telling Julie how I feel about things. But I know she’ll understand.
February 7, 2001
To Sam’s Diary
Hi, This is Julie writing. Sam can’t write in his diary now. He can’t talk either. He can’t do much of anything. And he’s going to stay that way for a while!!
Sam has been spending some time in his bondage cocoon that we bought for him.
He’s in our living room suspended from a hook in the ceiling. He’s learning for real what it means to be a bondage slave – not just easy stuff and playing like we did at the retreat. It almost seemed like he didn’t want me to put him into the cocoon, but I convinced him that if he tried it again for a little while he would grow to love it.
Now that I have him securely bound I’m going to teach him not to date someone else when he thinks I’m not looking. I’m really angry about that. Mom and I aren’t playing around any more like we did at the retreat in Mexico. Sam is now getting his full slave training and that takes a while. Mom is teaching me what to do. When Sam is finally released from the cocoon, he’ll be very busy waiting on me or doing his homework and around here we’ll always keep him restrained in some way. I suppose I have to let him go from the cocoon fairly soon as he’s already been in it for a long time. He moans and whimpers often, but we ignore that. Mom says Dad did the same thing when she trained him.
When Dad finished his chores this morning, he walked into the living room and looked at Sam. “Poor kid,” he said. “I think he’s in over his head and I’m afraid he won’t be able to talk his way out of it.”
“Shut up Rick,” said my mother who came in and grabbed the chain that was attached to Dad’s slave collar.
“You’re about to be in the same boat.” Then Mom led Dad off to our dungeon in the basement. Sam hasn’t seen the dungeon yet, but he’s going to be there a whole lot during the next months.
Sam squirmed and made a lot of sounds when he heard Dad’s voice. I think he really wants us to let him go. Of course, the gag meant I didn’t understand him. I wasn’t going to free him anyway. He can just hang there and think about what will happen if I catch him with another girl ever again.
Like it or not Sam will be tied up in our dungeon most of the time over the next two months. We’ve told the people at college that he’s ill and we have put him on “on leave” status. So now we can keep him here all the time…so there won’t be any more diary stories from Sam. Not for a very long time.
January 10, 2001
To My Diary
On New Years Day Julie and I got up late. She untied my hands and let me use the bathroom, brush my teeth, shower, and generally clean up. Then she led me into the living room. Hanging from one of the hooks along the wall I saw a figure bound entirely in black leather – there were only little holes for eyes and a nose. The leather was skin tight with the person’s arms held snugly at his side. His legs were bound together as if they were one thing. I’m sure the person inside couldn’t move at all.
“What do you think?” asked Mrs. Peterson.
“Who’s in there?” I asked.
“Rick, of course,” she laughed. “Who else? It’s his bondage cocoon – snug as a second skin and very tight. Do you want to get into yours?”
“I don’t have one,” I said, very relieved as it looked awful.
“You do now,” Julie laughed. She held up a wad of black leather with straps and laces hanging down. I realized with horror that it was my cocoon “You’re going to join Dad for the day,” Julie said with a big smile.
Continue reading “Story – ‘The TAG Kid’ Chapter 27, 28”
January 10 , 2001
To My Diary
My sixth day began with all of us eating breakfast together, un-bound and no gag.
“I’m really sorry that happened to you,” said Mrs. Peterson. “It must have been an ordeal.”
“I’m surprised,” I said, “But it wasn’t so bad, I lied. I almost enjoyed it – I really lied. I discovered that if you sit perfectly still you don’t realize that you’re tied up. Only when you squirm or try to move or talk are you aware of how you are bound and gagged.”
“That sort of surprises me,” said Mrs. Peterson, “But I’ve heard rumors that some of the men are disobedient on purpose so that they can get into the cage.
If you like it, we’ll do it for you at home. We’ve got a dungeon and our own cage, haven’t we, Rick?”
Mr. Peterson agreed with a big smile. But I decided I wanted nothing to do with the cage treatment again, or being in anyone’s dungeon. I began to wonder how much I wanted to be with the Petersons.
Continue reading “Story – ‘The TAG Kid’ Chapter 24, 25 and 26”
January 10, 2001
To My Diary
Over Christmas Vacation I had the surprise of my life and it started the adventure of my life. Not much different happened between November and Christmas Vacation. My aunt tied me up probably half a dozen times, usually leaving me in a diaper if she kept me bound over night. I enjoyed it, but it was getting to be routine. She would leave me tied to my bed, bound, gagged, hog-tied, and she would come in during the morning and untie me.
Julie, my girl friend, came over a couple of times and tied me up too, but again nothing special. We sat and watched television with me tied up sitting next to her. When nobody else was around, she fondled me, but the chastity device kept her from doing too much, and it was painful when I started getting an erection. I didn’t like that very much, and wished I could get out of that thing.
Continue reading “Story – ‘The TAG Kid’ Chapter 21, 22 and 23”
November 2, 2000
To My Diary
My girlfriend, Julie, knows about my love of bondage, and she has actually tied me up once. A few days ago she reminded me about the Halloween Dance held at a popular club nearby. It’s something they do every year here at the college- a costume dance where couples are supposed to come dressed as famous couples from history or literature.
“I know we agreed to go,” I said to Julie, “But I don’t have any ideas for costumes.”
“I do, – Beebee,” she said with a smile. “What?” I said. I was startled that she called me BeeBee.
“We’re going to go as a nurse and a patient from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
I didn’t know anything about the book, but Julie explained to me that it was a story about people in an insane asylum. She would be a Nurse Cratchett, and I would be her patient. She said she could get ahold of a really cute nurse’s outfit with a tight top and really short skirt. Really sexy.
“What would my costume be?” I asked.
“You,” she said, “Will be the best part. You will wear your straitjacket.”
Continue reading “Story – ‘The TAG Kid’ Chapter 18, 19 and 20”