I think I’ve discovered what the appeal of bondage is to certain people: it’s the use of physical restraint to overcome one’s mental restraints; especially considering that most of us are weak mentally.

That was definitely the case Monday afternoon!

Were it not for the strips of the bed sheets keeping me from reaching up and grabbing my partner—or reaching down and grabbing myself—I most certainly would have.

It forced me to use my mind more, as my body lay and succumbed to another’s willpower over me.

And it was fucking awesome.

 

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Maybe I’m missing the boat with what bondage is truly all about.  Maybe it’s all about the restraint part and being dominated and controlled by another.  Oh wait, that would be called discipline.  No wonder it’s called bondage and discipline.

But that’s not what Bill and I did.

First off, I haven’t been spanked since I was twelve years old, and I sure as hell am not willingly going to allow anyone to spank me some 24 years later.  I have no infantile or Daddy fantasies which need to be acted out.

Separating the bondage from the discipline allowed me to explore a new part of my self and my body that I haven’t been open or willing to explore before.  And while I trust my partner implicitly (with my life), there’s a slight fear of being restrained permanently which is why I wouldn’t let him use rope or his handcuffs.

On a side note, I’m glad that it’s taking me this long to fully document and write about all this, because it’s allowed me to reflect on what happened and to analyze it more fully.

 

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In my last entry on this, I was describing how aroused I was becoming with Bill fucking my face.

He was refusing to turn it into a 69 as he left my cock to stew in its place.

I could feel the precum ooozing out of my cock as he was refusing to touch it when I couldn’t hold it in anymore and tensed up and erupted on my own.

The wave of pleasure was intense as my toes curled.

It started at the base of my cock then radiated outwards down my legs and up my abs.  I startled Bill as I sprayed his chin and chest with my seed, and his thrusts in my mouth became faster.

It didn’t take him long to pull out of my mouth completely and gently give me back his head as I licked and sucked gently on it when soon he pumped his own creamy seed inside me.

I was still hard and horny as I licked my lips after having swallowed the last drops of his milk, so when I asked told him to untie me, he knew I wasn’t finished.

 

* * *

 

Bill removed the cloth bindings, and I wasted no time getting a condom.  My dick was still hard and swinging as I sprinted back into the room, and he was laying on the bed.

“Perfect,” I thought to myself as I climbed on the bed with him.

He laid on his side as I leaned into him; my legs intertwining with his; as my cock slid inside him.

I was still incredibly horny from the events of the past couple of hours that it didn’t take me very long to come.

 

* * *

 

Bill and I snuggled against one another for a few minutes afterwards when we both started to get cold.

I can honestly say it was great.  But I think what was more great was the fact that he taunted and teased me (not that I’m into humiliation), but my body was so expecting him to pay some attention to my cock so that when he refused, it only made the anticipation that much stronger.

And stronger it was.  It’s been a long time since I’ve come as hard as I did last Monday.  Let alone some 15 years since I’ve come without any direct stimulation to my cock.

Oh. My. God. Was that a fucking awesome experience.  I would give anything to have orgasms as intense as that was all the time.  The pleasure was not only intense, but it was visceral at the same time.

 

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So that’s it, my first bondage experience.

Will I do it again?

Fuck yeah!

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