Archive for August, 2009

A guy came to see me in 2001.

I asked him to write up what happened. I recently re-discovered what he wrote, here it is, as written.

Late one afternoon I found myself in front of a large pair of black iron gates in the east end of London. I took out my mobile and punched in Chris’ number. I heard the phone connect and ring. No one answered but the electric gates began to open. The instructions had been precise. I’d driven up from Bristol and was instructed to phone when I arrived in London and again, half an hour later when I arrived at the gates outside the apartment block. I was to drive into the parking area and then enter by a specified door. Once inside the building I had to go to the second floor and to the apartment whose number I’d been given.

I can clearly remember walking up the stairs to the apartment. It wasn’t a particularly hot day but my white T-shirt was already clinging to my skin as I began to sweat and my 501’s were getting tighter! I was saying to myself, “am I really doing this”. Here I was, outside the apartment of a guy I’d never met and was going to let him put me into inescapable bondage after which I would have no control over what happened…  Of course, that was exactly why I was there. That was what my stiff cock was telling me to do. I had no choice. That was also why in the days before, when we had been negotiating the session, I had agreed to give up my use of a safe word. A “simple” choice was put to me… did I want a safe word, if I did, it would be honored immediately or did I wish to allow the top to have some discretion and give him my trust?  After much thought I decided I did really trust this guy and I figure that in any scene it should be for the top as much as for me. I want the top to get off too and if that means letting him push to my limits and a little over, so be it.

Let me go back a bit…

For some time I’d been getting into bdsm, nothing too heavy, but wanted to learn more. A friend of mine told me about the Chris Manch web site. When I found it I couldn’t believe the hot photos of the guys he’d tied up and then had his enjoyment playing with them. It took me quite a while before I plucked up courage to e mail Chrismanch and ask if he might consider using me as a sub for bondage. We exchanged a few e mails and discussed the sort of things that I am into or wanted to get into. but then most of his photos show what I am into any way! I knew deep down that I wanted to hand over complete control to a top and I soon felt that this was a person that I could trust.

The instructions were to enter the apartment, put on what ever had been laid out on the bed and then lay spreadeagled on the bed and wait…

Laid out on the bed were a leather blindfold, two leather wrist restraints and two leather ankle restraints. By this time I was trembling a bit but the hard cock in my 501’s was telling me to carry on. I put the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and then fitted the blindfold tightly around my head. Lay back on the bed with arm and legs spread out and waited…

After a while one of my wrists was firmly grasped and tied off to a corner of the bed. This is the moment that control passes and as he grasped my other wrist and began tying it off I knew that I had given up control to him and was there for his pleasure. There was no turning back now.

My legs were also spread apart and then tied off to the corners of the bed

As I tell you this now, what followed is a bit of a blur

I remember hands exploring my body which had now become highly sensitive to the slightest touch. Unrelenting tickling had me bucking violently. Until now I hadn’t realized how unbearable it could be when you’re securely restrained.

I remember my white T- shirt being torn off, exposed nipples being played with. I can’t see anything and the wax ear plugs keep out most of the sound. He’s lying between my legs and on my chest and gently playing with my nipples. It feels pleasant and reassuring. His warm body against mine. How long it goes on for I’m not sure but it gets more and more intense, pinching and twisting till pain kicks in. He starts getting some real reaction from me as I start to move around as far as the bondage will let me. This is when you begin to realize that you’ve given up control. You try to fight it but you can’t get out of the bondage. Your brain begins to realize that there is no point of trying to fight it. You have to find a way of trying to relax into it and accept the inevitable. But it still takes a while to sink in! He eases off. I feel relief and he temporarily releases my ankles and slowly slides off my 501’s.

Legs are firmly pulled back and tied off to the corners of the bed again. I must still have my tight lycra shorts on, my cock rock hard underneath. He is teasing it and I want to shoot there and then Oh God don’t let me cum, but no, attention shifts back to my tits which are now getting tender. Fingers probe my mouth and when I open up a rubber gag is immediately inserted and expertly tied off behind my head and under my chin. I know the reason for the gag but all I can do is wait. First I feel the chain across my chest, it must be some type of nipple clamp. Slowly one nipple is clipped and then the other.

The stab of pain makes me buck around but my cock is rock hard under the tight white shorts. Now he is teasing my cock again and I can feel the shorts being cut away. I feel bindings going round my cock and balls. The end of my cock is very sensitive and after a little exploration he finds just the right spot. The pain in my tits falls off to a dull ache as I strain against the bondage because the sensation in the end of my cock is so intense. Any thoughts of resisting are drifting from my brain I have no control. My brain has to find ways to relax and cope with the torments. He is now at the center of my thoughts, for the moment, the rest of the world has ceased to exist.

He straddles my chest and the gag is removed. My reward is his thick cock which is force into my mouth. There’s no need to force it, as I would willingly try to take as much as possible and try and satisfy him.

I remember the blindfold being removed briefly and quickly replaced by gas mask. I couldn’t see because the sudden light was blinding me. After that it just seemed a roller coaster ride as my head was restrained and more tit torture began. A breathing tube was attached to the gas mask and after a while I smelt the unmistakable aroma of poppers. I’m just floating away only to be brought back to His world as he begins to control my breathing. Either cutting off my air completely till I think I can last no longer or restricting the supply. I don’t know ho long it went on for but inevitably the tit torture began again then almost as a reward more forced poppers and he works on the extremely sensitive end of my cock.

Some where during the session electro torture figured and at one stage he stopped working on me that left me thinking. When is he going to start again?

Sure enough he did start again and eventually returning to my nipples. By now I’m so sensitive that and work anywhere near them has me bucking all over the place. Well only as much as the restraints will permit. I’ve never experienced such sensation before. This is my limit. For the first time I really shout out stop, please stop, I can’t take any more. I’m going over my limit and my mind is exploding. He keeps going and gently reminds me that I’ve given up the use of my safe word. The torture continues, my head still exploding. Then relief. He stops. I begin to come down.

I feel him lying on top of me again, I enjoy the feel and warmth of his body and remember thinking I hope he enjoyed himself. I hope he got off on this as much as I did. Other things happened, the torments were not over and then a return to teasing my cock but this time it was more persistent and unrelenting. The sensation when he worked away at the cock end was unbearable. Again I get forced poppers and this time cum with unbelievable intensity….

A period of calm follows and I am gently released back into the world I left, how long ago…I find out I’ve been laying spread eagled for four and a half hours!

Pity I came too soon…when there’s still a sleep sack and straight jacket to try!

Thanks Chris, you’re a great guy.