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Feb 3, 2020 at 12:15 pm

He Wants to Experience Inescapable Bondage At Least Once Before He Dies

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I’m writing to you today because I still think about it all the time and I joined Recon to talk to see if someone would want to tie me up. One of the guys recommended I listen to you. In a video about kink discordance you said kink is sexual. So my question for you is this: Is my desire to be tied up sexual? If so, would be getting tied by anybody other than my wife be a sexual experience?"
I have been tying myself up since I was seven and I stopped before I turned 40 because I was tired of being able to escape and the whole thing had become a bore. But I began searching for someone that would tie me up so that I couldn’t escape. Now I am 50 and I want to be a man of integrity in my relationship with my wife and I am not sure of the best way to move forward.
P.S. I've gotten two kinds of answers from guys on Recon. The first is that unless I tell my wife everything I have no integrity whatsoever. The second is that life is too short and I need to stop overthinking this. But I'm worried about whether this would be cheating. My self-bondage sessions always ended with masturbation. Even now I feel aroused just thinking of bondage. It's very possible I would get hard if somebody else tied me up but I do know that it would have nothing to do with them.
Life is short, BOUND, you're going to be dead one day soon ( we all are ), and you're going to stay dead for a very long time. So go get your ass tied up, dude. And even if you should get sexually aroused during a bondage scene with another man—as you almost certainly will—your wife isn't interested in having sex with you or tying your ass up. So you wouldn't be cheating your wife out of anything she wants, BOUND, which means it wouldn't really be cheating at all.
But in answer to your question: If you tie yourself up and your dick gets hard and then you jack off, your kink is definitely sexual. While most people prefer to indulge their kinks with others they're attracted to sexually, sometimes the kink works—turns them on—all by itself. Which is why there are lots of straight bondage guys into bondage who play with gay men. They're not doing it the gaiety of it, they're not in it for the dick, they're in it (ropes, cuffs, straight jackets, etc.) just there for the bondage of it. (And freeness of it.) So, yeah, I promise you, BOUND, you're not the only straight guy on Recon looking to get tied up.
And there's an easy way to avoid being judged because your wife doesn't know you're getting tied up by other dudes and then having to explain to strangers that you're seeking bondage play outside your marriage because your wife isn't interested in your kink and then having to explain that your activities with men present zero risk to your wife because you don't have oral or anal sex with the men you get tied up by and even if you were sucking their dicks of letting them fuck you—which you aren't—it wouldn't put your wife at risk because your marriage is sexless... and that's by not bringing up your wife at all. A casual bondage play partner you meet for a one-off doesn't need to know you're married, BOUND; so long as you're not presenting yourself as single and interested in romance in addition to bondage—so long as you're making it clear you're only interested in a discreet/discrete bondage scene and nothing else—you're under no obligation to disclose the existence of your wife.
But if you want to be a man of integrity... you should inform your wife that you're seeking bondage, just bondage, outside the relationship. Not sex, not romance, just bondage—and to ensure it's just bondage, you're going to play with men. Then ask her how she'd like to handle it: full and complete disclosure or DADT?
P.S. Did your wife know about your interest in bondage before you pulled that rope out of your bag on your honeymoon? If so, well, okay then. If not, BOUND, that's a hell of thing to spring on someone during a honeymoon.
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The shop owner told her to wait while he retrieved the latex boots she ordered. *Please do not touch anything.* He said before going. Despite his warning, Caroll could not take her eyes of the amazing suit hanging right next to her. She resisted the temptation and waited for about 10 minutes. But her patience grew heavy. *Have you found my boots yet?* No response. She took another look at the suit. The zipper, open, left the shiny interior exposed. It felt like it was begging to be used. A suit of this quality would be very expensive, she tough. She might never have such an opportunity again. *Hello !!!* Still no response. *Oh... What the hell...* in no time, she undressed herself and grabbed the flask of body-lotion on the counter. *Strange... What is that doing on the counter ? It seems a bit too convenient* But she had no time to think. There was little time before the owner would come back, and she did not want to get caught naked. She used the oil, and sinked in the rubber suit. Her progress was stopped as she felt two metal tubes, pressing agaisnt her anus and vagina. To get this suit on, she would have to insert the two pieces. Surely, the shop owner would be very angry, but she did not care. She had no doubt that those tubes were meant to stretch her special parts, giving access to anyone who would want to *play* with her. Finally, she was in. But despite her efforts she didn't figure out how to close the suit up. Unlike typical zippers, this one was made of two metal bands. But even open, the sensation of tightness was amazing, it almost felt like the suit was made for her. The tough of it made her uneasy. The suit exposed, the lotion, the size, this was too much for it to be a coincidence. Something was not right, she knew it. *Ok... Time to get this off before he comes b...* In an instant, the two metal bands joined together, closing the suit. *Hey what the... ohhhhhh?* The suit inflated. Her legs, arms, boobs, the mittens... Every inch of the suit was inflating and it was growing fast. The inflating suit forced her into a preset position. As it inflated, her legs spreaded, giving easy acces to her intimate parts. Her arms were force to bend in an L shape. The collar, expended, forcing her head to be perfectly straight. Finally, it forced her to bend her torso forward. At which point, she felt to the ground. The final position, resembled the one of a sex doll. *HEYYY!!!! HELP!!! HELP ME!!!* The suit kept inflating, giving Caroll the grotesque shape of a latex sex doll. When she couldn't move a muscle, it stopped. *ANYBODY? I NEED SOME HELP! I'M STUCK!!!* She tried to look around, but the collar would not allow her to turn her head. She than heard some noise from behind. *Oh thank god, you came. Please help me out of this!* She recognized the voice of the shop owner. *Miss! I tough I told you not to touch anything!* *I am so sorry. Listen, it was stupid and I really regret it. Just let me out and we can work this out.* *Oh I am sure we will find something ...* *Great... Listen I am rea... Mmmmmhhh?!* Something was being inserted into her mouth. It forced her mouth open very wide, her teeth were covered by a metal ring, only leaving her tongue and troat exposed. * MMMhMMMM!!!* *You see Miss... I have a very special place. It is right under our feet in fact. I just came back from there, preparing your room while you played with my suit* He strapped the gag tight *Mhmmm?* * I had a nice little doll there. A very pretty one, just like you. For years, we played together. But she passed away not long ago. So now, I need a new latex doll to play with.* She cried as everything made sense now. The lotion, the suit sized for her. The day she came to pick up her boots, that old man planned this trap for her. *I know you keep your fetish life a secret, so surely you told no one you came here.* He was right. No one knew where she was. If she was taken underground, no one would save her from this horrible man. She struggled agaisnt her latex prison, but she could not move a muscle. *No need to resist. Besides, I can't open this suit anymore, even if I wanted to. Once closed, it cannot be opened. So from now on, you will just live the rest of your life as my little dolly.* She was lifted from the ground. She felt the man's face right next to hers. He whispered. *Now let me take you to your new home little Dolly. And say goodbye to the rest.* *MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* The end.

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She walked around the desk. I stood up.
She led me to a small room. It was like my doctor’s room.
“Please remove your clothes, Peter. Here is a gown for you. Our doctor will need to give you a short medical check, and measure your present weight without clothing. The doctor will be with you in a few minutes”.
She left the room. I undressed, and put on the gown. I sat on the bench, and waited.
The doctor came in. She was a powerful-looking woman with short blond hair. Another woman came in with her. She also looked strong.
“Good afternoon, Peter. Please step onto the scales. And you will need to slip off your gown too. We need your exact weight, without clothes”.
I was embarrassed by this, but did as she asked.
“Very good. You may put your gown back on. Please sit on the bench”.
She gave me a short medical examination.
“That’s all good” she said at last. “Have you had a tetanus injection within the last five years?”
“Then I recommend that you have one, since you will be on a farm for your training. I can give you one now, if you wish”.
“Ok, thanks, let’s do that” I said.
She prepared a hypodermic needle.
She looked at me, as if she was trying to say something.
“This also contains a sedative, Peter. Is that ok? You can still refuse if you wish. You still have 24 hours to change your mind, so you may want to wait before getting this shot. So if you don’t want the shot, just say, and I’ll tell them you declined.”
“I don’t understand. Why would I refuse? I want to do this” I said.
She gave me the injection. I immediately felt the effect. I felt sleepy.
“There. No turning back now! Not for you! Lie down on the bench and rest. You’ll be asleep in a few seconds now. We’ll take care of you from now on, Peter” she said.
I lay down. I suddenly felt enormously tired. “Good luck with your new life, Peter” I heard her say. She seemed to be a long way away.
I was not aware of falling asleep, or of sleeping at all, but I must have, because I suddenly woke up.
I was in a different room, which I did not recognize. Time must have passed. I was lying on a stretcher. A Lady I hadn’t seen before stood before me. I had some kind of jacket on. When I tried to sit up, I found I was held down. And my arms were held across my chest by the jacket. I realized it was a strait jacket, strapped tight. I realized I was naked under the canvas jacket.
“Relax, Peter.You have been asleep for 24 hours. We have put you in a lunatic restraint, a strait jacket, as a precaution.” said the Lady “You are perfectly safe, but you won’t be able to get out of that restraint, so don’t bother fighting against it. It’s just a standard precaution. We put you in it while we were transporting you here, while you were asleep, just in case you woke up early. I’ll take if off in a few minutes. Just relax”.
I stopped struggling against the straps, and lay still. She looked down at me, and smiled.
“I welcome you to your new life, Peter. 24 hours have elapsed, so your contract is now fully in effect. You can’t cancel it now. I am your Supervisor. You are now at our Farm. This is where you will serve out the terms of your contract. As you recall, you agreed to the training course that we have devised. Our course is designed to harden males physically, reduce their weight to a value proper for a healthy male, and to modify their male impulses as required for the service of women. For new entrants, this means we need to use methods which require some degree of compulsion. And that includes you, Peter! You probably didn’t realize it, but the contract you signed contained your agreement to be committed here for the term of the contract. We therefore have the legal right to use enforcement. And we intend to!”
She continued “I see you are a well-fed male. And have not been exercising much. All our inmates are overweight and unfit when they arrive. We remedy that gradually, and with care, so that our men become as lean and strong, as males are naturally intended to be. But our Society provides more improvement than purely physical. We modify male attitudes, and make males into good slaves of women. I emphasize the word “good”. Any male can be a bad slave. We train males to be good slaves!”
I still felt sleepy. I must surely be hallucinating from the drug. I could not believe what I was hearing. What on earth was she talking about? Male slaves? She obviously hasn’t heard about gender equality! Time for me to straighten this out…..
“Excuse me? Miss? Miss Supervisor? You are making a mistake, I’m not here for....” I started to explain….
“Be quiet!” she shouted. I was immediately silent. She was quite frightening when she spoke like that! She was very angry!
She took a breath. I did not dare move. I could not, anyway, in the strait jacket. She was clearly angry.
“Alright Peter. Please excuse my anger. I’m calm now! Please understand that I am not used to a male telling me that I’m making a mistake! And it’s been a long time since a male even spoke to me without permission! But of course you are new here, and do not know our rules. So I won’t punish you! But, please, just be quiet. I will give you a chance to speak later”
She went on. “This farm is owned by a private group of Ladies, who wish to hold men as slaves. We mean real slaves, not pretend slaves. We therefore seek out suitable men, men who are able to make the needed financial and time commitment, and we then train them to be slaves. REAL slaves. You have been selected, Peter. You are now an inmate, and you will now, in your turn, be trained to be a slave. Your weight loss will be attained, although it is just a small part of your training here.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but then shut it again when I saw her expression. She obviously had some big hang up with me speaking. I did not wish to chance my luck about that. I would wait until I was out of this strait jacket, and this mistake was sorted out. Something very strange was going on here, or maybe I was still dreaming.
She continued.
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