This story is written based on my own experience (very little) and further developed based on my own fantasy.
WARNING: This story is about homosexual and domination. If this subject offends you, or if it is illegal in your country, or if you are under the legal age, please do not read further and leave.
Change of my life (Chapter 1)
By: Ray ( rayrayhkg@yahoo.com )
Chapter 1: My background and bondage experience at my teenage stage.
I am now 33 years old, 165cm in height, 170lbs in weight, living in Hong Kong. This story begins when I was about twelve years old.
It is late night now and my parents have gone to bed. I take out the scoot ropes and go back to my bed. First, I tie my ankles together by using the knotting knowledge learnt from scoot. Then I try my best to tie my wrists together as I done to my ankles. And I sleep in my first bondage.
The alarm clock ring in the next morning and my mother knock on the door and said, "Hurry up to have breakfast or you will be late to school." "Yes mum, I'll be ready in a few minutes time" is my reply and I try to jump out of my bed. But I found something wrong with my ankles and wrists. Then I remembered that I have tied them up last night before sleep. So I first untie my wrists first with my mouth. "Shit! The knot was too tight!" I nearly shout out. Hardly can I untie my wrists, then I untie my ankles and hurry in changing to my school uniform.
"Ray, you usually took not more than 20 minutes to change but you take nearly 30 minutes today. And why are you breathing so hard as you have done exercises!" mum said to me when I sit at the dining table for my breakfast. "Oh! I just... I just did some light exercise to warm-up myself in the cool morning." "It is rare for you to do exercise! Next time, if you do so, please set your alarm clock earlier or you will be late!" "Yes mum. I have to go now. Bye!"
During the school time, I keep thinking the feelings of myself tied up last night. The more I think about it, the more I like to be tied up, and I get my erection too. I then decided to tie my knees together tonight.
In the night, I take out 3 pieces of scoot rope to tie up my ankles, knees and wrists together and I set the alarm clock to be set off 15 minutes earlier to untie myself.
I keep tied myself up in the same method but I found I should have done something new in order to bring more excitement. Then I decided to tie up my cock and ball with a piece of rope, with another end tied to the rope around my ankles with my knee bended. This excited me a lot at first as I can feel the pull every time when my knee move. But in the mid-night when I slept, I yelled out when I try to straight my bended knee and my yell waken up my parents. My dad knock at the door and ask if I am ok. "Dad, it's ok. I juts have a nightmare. Sorry for waking you up." I answered. Then I untie my wrists in order to free my cock and ball. I have only done so later when I was not in bed as I don't want to wake my parents up again.
An idea of hanging up myself comes to my mind one day. But there's nothing I can tie on the ceiling. Then I choose the window frame to tie to as it's made of metal and can support my weight. So I use 3 pieces of rope tie to the window frame and I make 6 slipknots on each ends. I slip my body into 2 large knot and fix them , one on my chest and the other on my abdomen so I can keep my body from bending. Then I slip my legs and arms to the remaining free knots and fix around my wrists and ankles. My only concern is if someone could see what is happening to me from the outside through the window.
Later, I try to tie myself up in a spread-eagle position. I tie 4 ropes to the 4 corners of the bedpost. Then I tie my ankles to the end of the bed and make a slipknot on the other 2 ropes so I can place my wrists into them and can untie my wrists easily with the help of my mouth.
I keep tying up myself in bed from time to time to enjoy the feeling of rope bondage. But years later, I found rope bondage cannot fulfill my "bondage requirement". What I need is something more secure, like the handcuffs and leg iron. But there isn't any shop selling such real things. So I go to the hardware shop to buy some chains and padlocks. I use a piece of chain to lock up my ankles act as a pair of leg iron and another piece of shorter chain to my wrists act as handcuff. But my "leg iron" has a problem. The chain drag on the floor and it produce noise when I walk. So I use a piece of rope to link up my "handcuff" and "leg iron" so the chain of my "leg iron" does not drag on the floor. On the next day, I go to the hardware shop to buy some more pieces of chain and some padlocks. I use a long piece of chain to lock around my waist with one end locked to the chain of my "leg iron" so it does not drag on the floor. While another end locked to the chain of my "handcuff" so the motion of my hands are restricted. I really like my "design" as I look from the mirror, I really look like a prisoner but not in a prisoner's uniform but naked. And I get a hard on. From that moment, I know I love to be looked up in chains and I dream to have real handcuff and leg iron.
Sometimes, I have link up my "handcuff" and "leg iron" by a shorter chain and walk in a bending position. Sometimes, I have shortened the chain of my "leg iron" in order to make walking more restrictive. Sometimes, I locked my hands in the back. I can only done so at night in my room after my parents have slept.
I keep bond up myself with chains or ropes through out my secondary school life from time to time.