MY FIRST EXPERIENCE

I BECAME INVOLVED IN BONDAGE WHEN I WAS ABOUT 11. I HAD TIED MYSELF UP AND HAD MANAGED TO HAVE AN EJACULATION BY RUBBING MYSELF OFF. WOW! WHAT A FEELING! AFTER A TERRIFYING EXPERIENCE A TWO YEARS LATER, I ALSO BECAME FASCINATED BY RUBBER WITH BONDAGE. AND LATER EVEN THAN THAT, LEATHER. BUT THAT IS FOR ANOTHER STORY. THIS IS THE TIME WITH RONNIE, WHO ONE WOULD THINK WOULD HAVE CURED ME FROM EVER WANTING TO BE TIED UP.  BUT INSTEAD, WHETTED MY APPETITE FOR MORE...FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE....

 

LATER, I DISCOVERED A RUBBER HAZMAT SUIT (I HAVE ONE NOW) AT A FARM. IT LEAD TO THE MOST INTENSE, AND FRIGHTENING BONDAGE EXPERIENCE I'VE EVER HAD.THIS EROTIC INVOLVEMENT WAS WHEN I WAS 13. I WAS SPENDING A COUPLE OF WEEKS AT MY UNCLE BOB'S AND KATHERINE'S FARM... A WHEAT FARM WITH CHERRY AND PEACH ORCHARDS. I WAS INVITED TO COME OUT, STAY WITH THEM IN THEIR EXPANSIVE HOME AND HELP WITH THE ORCHARD HARVESTS.

IT WAS A HOT DAY, WITH A GUSTING WIND BLOWING FROM THE WEST. THEIR HOME SAT ON A KNOLL ABOVE THE FIELDS , STRETCHING OUT FOR MILES. YEARS AGO IT HAD BEEN ONE OF MY GRANDFATHER'S FARMS BUT HE HAD GIVEN IT TO BOB UPON HIS RETURN FROM SUMATRA. HE HAD BEEN THE HEAD OF K.U.'S CHEMISTRY DEPT. AND HAD ACCEPTED A POSITION WITH STANDARD OIL TO SET UP OPERATIONS IN BORNEO AND SUMATRA. HE HAD RETURNED IN 1939 WHEN JAPAN, HE FELT, WAS ABOUT TO ENTER  WWII. I LOVED HIS DEN WITH PARAPHERNALIA FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD, INCLUDING POISON DARTS AND ARROWS AND A TIBETAN GONG. UNCLE BOB HAD TAUGHT ME TO PLAY CHESS WHEN I WAS 9. I WAS VERY GOOD AT THE GAME AND BEAT EVERYONE I PLAYED. AFTER A WHILE NO ONE WOULD PLAY ME EXCEPT UNCLE BOB FOR HE LIKED TO SEE THE WAY MY MIND WORKED.

WE DIDN'T PICK IN THE HEAT OF THE DAY AND I WENT TO THE BARN JUST TO LOOK AROUND. THERE WAS A SHED IN THE BACK WHICH WAS NORMALLY LOCKED, BUT WASN'T THAT DAY. I LOOKED IN. THERE IT WAS, THE OLIVE GREEN MONSTER... A RUBBER HAZMAT SUIT. I TOOK OFF MY CLOTHES AND PULLED IT ON. I WENT UP TO THE LOFT TO BE OUT OF SIGHT, AND WAS PLAYING AROUND WHEN I WAS DISCOVERED BY MY UNCLE'S ADOPTED SON. AS I SAID,  I WAS 13. HE WAS 17 AND A HUSKY FOOTBALL PLAYER, BUILT LIKE A BRICK SHIT HOUSE AS THEY USED TO SAY.  HE OVERPOWERED ME, TIED ME WITH SOME ROPE LYING IN THE LOFT AND GAGGED ME WITH SOME DUCT TAPE.

"HAVE FUN" HE YELLED. "FUCKING PREVERT", HE LEFT ME HOGTIED, HELPLESS IN THE LOFT, FOR HOURS. IT WAS PROBABLY ABOUT 90 DEGREES AND I SWEAT LIKE A PIG. I WAS TERRIFIED...PARTLY THAT I WAS SO HELPLESS AND PARTLY BECAUSE I WAS AFRAID SOMEONE ELSE WOULD DISCOVER ME. AFTER ABOUT AN HOUR OF ROLLING AROUND TRYING TO GET LOOSE, WHICH I COULDN'T, I SHOT A HUGE LOAD IN THE SUIT. I STRUGGLED MORE, BUT IN VAIN. THEN A NEW PROBLEM... I HAD TO PISS. FINALLY I COULDN'T STOP MYSELF... I PISSED INSIDE OF THE SUIT. HOURS LATER, RONNIE CAME BACK. IT WAS ALMOST DARK.

"YOU WANT LOOSE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?" HE ASKED. I NODDED MY HEAD MEEKLY. HE UNTIED MY LEGS AND LOOSED THE ROPES AROUND MY HANDS, "I'M TAKING YOUR CLOTHES. YOU CAN WEAR THAT RUBBER BACK TO THE HOUSE." I SCRAMBLED TO GET OUT OF MY BONDS AND HOPEFULLY GET TO MY CLOTHES. BUT HE HAD THEM AND THEY WERE GONE. HOW WAS I GOING TO GO BACK INTO THEIR ELEGANT HOUSE WITH MEMENTOS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD WHERE THEY HAD LIVED, DRESSED LIKE A MARTIAN? I WALKED SURREPTITIOUSLY TO THE OPEN BARN DOOR AND LOOKED OUT. THERE WERE MY CLOTHES, IN A PILE TO THE SIDE OF THE DOOR. I RACED OUT AND GOT THEM, RETURNED TO THE   BARN. I TOOK OFF THE SUIT WITH GREAT DIFFICULTY FOR IT HAD STUCK TO ME. I STUNK. FORTUNATELY THERE WAS A TROUGH IN THE BARN FOR ANIMALS AND A SPIGOT ABOVE IT. I TURNED IT ON AND WASHED MYSELF AS BEST I COULD AND GOT DRESSED. I PUT THE STINKING SUIT BACK IN THE PLACE I FOUND IT, FORGETTING TO WASH IT. I RETURNED TO THE HOUSE. I GREETED MY AUNT WHO WAS IN THE KITCHEN WITH THE COOK PREPARING OUR DINNER. AND NEARLY RAN UPSTAIRS TO SHOWER. I STILL SMELLED. I SCRUBBED AND SCRUBBED MYSELF.RONNIE WAS AT THE TABLE WHEN I CAME DOWN. "HI CUZ. WE'LL HAVE TO PLAY SOME MORE GAMES TOMORROW." HE SAID WITH A SMIRK.

"I THINK I HAVE TO WORK PICKING," I SAID. THEY HAD SEVERAL FARM HANDS BUT ANOTHER WAS ALWAYS WELCOME. I LOOKED DOWN AT MY DINNER PLATE AND SAID NOTHING MORE. THE NEXT DAY CAME AND RONNIE CAME TO MY BEDROOM DOOR. "TIME TO GET TIED UP AGAIN?" HE STATED.


"WE'RE NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN."

"OH YES WE ARE, I LIKE HAVING YOUR SMART ASS TIED UP."  RONNIE HAD NEVER LIKED ME SINCE MY UNCLE TAUGHT ME  TO PLAY CHESS. THEN WHEN I VISITED THEIR PLACE, RONNIE WOULD CHALLENGE ME TO A GAME. I WOULD ALWAYS WIN,WHICH MADE HIM MAD.       

"OH YES WE ARE. IF YOU DON'T MEET ME OUT THERE AFTER BREAKFAST, I'LL TELL MY DAD WHAT YOU'VE BEEN UP TO." SO I WENT TO THE BARN. HE WAS WAITING. "PUT ON YOUR PREVERT SUIT," HE COMMANDED

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