briefs
trust me
trust me
I imagine being dressed in Wranglers, a long-sleeve brush popper shirt, a denim-style black leather jacket, and round-toed black Ariat boots.
We meet one night, and he invites me to his place. We talk about our interest in bondage and fun things like that. He shares that he likes being in control, which works well since I am more on the submissive side. He mentions to me there is something upstairs I might be interested in.
Piquing my interest, I feel a level of trust in him, so I go upstairs with him. His playroom is very exciting.
He stands behind me, rubbing his hands over my snug Wranglers and my butt. He takes my hands and puts them behind me, and in seconds, has me secured with cuffs.
"Trust me."
For some reason, I feel I can.
He makes me kneel and lick his black engineer boots. After they are shining, he has me stand, unlocks the handcuffs and orders me to lie on the floor. He has a narrow foam pad on the floor that is covered in latex. After I find a comfortable position, he grabs my hands again after rubbing my denim ass.
He then binds my hands and feet with white cotton rope. After he secures my hands and feet, he adds more rope around my knees and elbows, tightening the hold.
As I feel the tightness of the bondage and struggle a little bit, he installs a leather hood on me, with a gag attached. The leather is pulled tight, plunging me into darkness and filling my mouth. After lacing the hood, he adds a zippered flap that covers the laces, making it more secure. A thick leather collar wraps around my neck, and I faintly hear a lock click shut, which makes me slightly nervous.
He then takes rope, tying one end to the ring at the top of the hood and pulling my head up. He takes the other end of the rope and pulls my feet up, tying it off. If I should want to lower my feet, I pull my head up.
The room goes quiet, and I sense he has left me alone in the tight, restrictive bondage that was becoming a bit uncomfortable as time moved on.
I struggle, feeling the rope, denim and leather against my skin. Although I didn't plan on this for the evening, I am very excited and left wondering what will happen when he returns.
When he returns, he's dressed in full leather: jeans, Wesco tall boots, a leather vest and gloves. After he watched me for a while, he smiled and released me.
Standing before him, he orders me to strip naked. With a brief hesitation, I follow his order and remove all my clothing. He binds my cock and balls with a leather thong. He moves to a closet and hands me a pair of leather pants to put on. They fit snugly, followed by boots, a leather shirt, leather chaps, a leather jacket, gloves and the return of the leather hood. He takes me to a chair and binds me again with rope and some chain. My feet are lifted off the floor, my hands raised and tied to the ceiling above my head. He installs the gag and the blindfold. He rubs his hands all over my body. Then leaves.
He returns an hour or more later. I am getting sore and want release. He comes to me and asks if I would like to be released. I nod yes. He tells me I must give him something to release me. After a period of one-sided debate, I give in. He releases me and removes my blindfold. I see in the center of the room another man, in jeans and leather bound, his hands above his head, from the ceiling. He is blindfolded and gagged. I now understand why I had to make an acceptance for release. While this is not what I had in mind for the evening, I am getting very excited as I prepare for the next adventure...
How's that for a fantasy?
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