​​ty dehner's journal - conclusion

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The weekend that I thought I was going to experience did not occur. Instead, I experienced things beyond my control, and I felt helpless. I am home now, safe and sound. But during my time in isolation, I discovered something about myself and my time at the JailTrainingCenter that I did not expect. I realized that I did indeed like what I was going through. My mindset as a submissive is such that a powerful man taking control is all I ever wanted in my life. Sgt. Mike and his staff did exactly what I wanted deep inside. Something I have been longing for my whole life.

The one question I have been asked most since returning home is, "How did you escape?" Actually, it was fairly simple, though not easy. I had noticed that when I was put in the cell for the last time before my escape, they had put the key in the door of the cell beside me. While no one was there for the night, I thought I might be able to reach it. I was wrong for the most part. I couldn't reach it. As the other recruits were put to bed in the isolation cells, the lights went out. I knew from my talks with Sgt. Mike said that the cameras can't see in the dark. But eventually my eyes adjusted as the lights faded from the night. I sat in bed and gave great thought to how I could get that key and get out. I worked for hours twisting my body to fit between the bars to get the extra inches I needed to grab the key. Eventually, I did get it; I struggled to pull it out of its hole and did so as it fell to the floor. While pissed that it dropped, it actually made things easier. I grabbed my blanket, threw it out of the cell, and it landed on the key. Slowly, I pulled it towards me and got the key in my hand.  

I knew that I couldn't escape wearing the orange suit I was in. I got out of the cell and made my way to the JTC rooms. I searched quietly and found my bag of gear. I put on my camos and boots and headed to the garage. Through the door I went and headed away from the place I had learned to hate! I also had my plane ticket and my wallet. I knew I could find a ride once I found a phone. I didn't care about my gear.  

What I didn't think about was that I didn't know where to go. I had arrived in the cop car with the windows blacked out. I didn't know where I was. The woods around the JTC went on forever. I found a small shack-like thing and decided I needed to catch some rest before I continued. I went in and lay down for a while.

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I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I knew, I was awakened with the door open and three gun barrels pointing at me! Fucking asshole me!! Why did I fall asleep?! They tossed me out on the ground and hogtied me while one of them kept his weapon digging into my neck. Sgt Mike was there, pissed. He ranted and raved about how I was destroying the JTC's reputation and that I would experience things beyond imagination. When I was hogtied, they kicked me and pounded my head in the Georgia clay. Then they just walked away, leaving me there.  

I was yelling for help for a long while, an hour or more. They showed up with a transport and threw me in the back. I was amazed they had this, but I remembered hearing helicopters when I was in the shack before they found me. Did they really have military support? I was beginning to get more scared that this place is more than I thought it was.

Once back at the JTC, I was stripped and tied down. Sgt. Mike yelled at me, along with one of the DI's, about how low of scum I am. They hit me, used their weapons to make me feel scared and helpless. I was made to lick their boots, suck their guns and beg for mercy over and over until I was nearly in tears. They brought out my football gear, and I put it on. Then I was put into heavy rope bondage, gagged and thrown into the padded isolation cell. The door was slammed shut, and I was left alone.

Eventually, I sat down and found myself trapped by the shoulder pads; I couldn't move. It was hot, and I was sweating like a pig. Time passed, and I began to realize I was not going to be getting out soon. Inside a place like that, one's mind begins to wander to many topics. But in my thoughts, I realized that I was out of control. That is what I had been looking for in my life. Had Sgt. Mike has really gotten inside me and given me just what I wanted. I spent time denying it, but eventually, as my dick grew painfully in my cup, I knew I was experiencing what I liked. Fuck! All this bondage, restraint, and now I was in my favorite football gear. I was gagged, tied tightly in an isolation room where I could hear, see, smell nothing but myself. I had always been told that bondage begins when one wants out. That is what was happening here.

I had been hunted down by military guys with rifles; they had roughed me up and hogtied me. Fuck, it was as if one of my stories had come true. Then it dawned on me. Sgt. Mike had been reading the stuff on the Ropedweb site. He took ideas from my past stories and made them real. This guy was good! He knew how to get in my head. While I came to this realization, I still spent hours in the iso cell. I was to learn that it was 24 hours.

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By the time I got out, it was time for me to leave the complex and come home. I was allowed to shower, shave and get ready for the airport. All the others had left a day before. I know I missed some great bondage action. Then Sgt. Mike had some things to attend to. So I took my camera and took lots of pics of the entire operation. He doesn't know I did that. I am one of the few who have the layout and images of everything. I am sure that Sgt. Mike will be reading this, and it will make sure he won't do anything crazy about me now that I revealed how I escaped.

As I flew home to Seattle, I thought back on my adventures. I wondered how you, the readers, were responding to what happened. I read your emails and was thrilled with your support. It means a great deal that you were with me along the way. I learned that I truly am a submissive looking for that Master to control me. To make me face my fears and conquer them. I have done that with others. Now I need to find a guy who can give me what I had in a weekend for a lifetime.  

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Here are a few final pics of my football bondage. I hope that, through my experience, you liked what you saw. While I was doing this for you, I learned deep inside that I was learning about myself. It was about trust, domination, control and more. Things that this sub needs in his life.

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ty dehner
seattle  4/2001

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