The Norm
So after years of growing up out of reach of the bondage I craved so much, I finally found something. I was on cloud nine. After visiting this first bondage friend a number of times, I began to feel more comfortable with the idea of meeting others for this risking form of fun. Before I knew it, I was meeting a few other guys. Then something unexpected happened that threw everything off. I found a boyfriend.
And thus began the first true relationship of my life. He was kinky. But that’s it. Even though we were both into bondage and had other assorted fetishes, nothing really ever happened. We cuddled. We had dinner. We watched movies. Obviously, it didn’t last very long. I’m actually surprised it lasted the 5 or so months that it did. While we were dating, I stopped my bondage meetings. When ended, it was back to the norm:
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- Hooded with Bit Gag
Eventually, I met my good friend, jazzboi, and after an all-nighter bondage meet, we became regular bondage buds. For a couple years, a majority of my bondage time was spent with jazzboi. At first we explored a lot of rope bondage and over the course of those years, we both learned a lot from each other. Eventually, leather gear made it’s way into the fun and opened up new possibilities. This was my first real step into leather gear. I had been interested in it before, but with very little experience with it, it wasn’t much more than an interest. After being able to really get a feel for it and see what it’s all about, my interest in it really began to grow.
At this point, I had reached a new norm. Things were going good. I couldn’t complain, but I always kept an eye open for what was next. I tried to focus on my immediate area when searching for guys on recon and gearfetish, but my efforts didn’t yield many results.
Then everything changed. And I mean CHANGED. Out of the blue, I got a message from a kid in Daytona…..
Self Bondage and its Death
Ah, the good ol’ self bondage days. I’m sure this was the beginning point for a number of you kinksters. Back then, self bondage was really the only option I had. Bondage itself was still only an interest, but even with such little knowledge of it, I knew it was an interest that I would carry with me for the rest of my life. And that’s certainly held true so far!
So every couple weeks I’d end up either on the bed or floor in a pretty decent self made hogtie. Other times I managed to get myself stretched into a spread eagle. I had a few online contacts that I chatted with who gave me pointers to perfect my technique. Some of my escape tricks got pretty clever. Of course, I always played safe; never put anything around my neck or did anything that could potentially harm me. There was always a solid way out. And like any bondage starved youngster, duct tape was my best friend 
After a couple years of this, an amazing thing happened. College! Out of the house, on my own, the world was mine! It took a little time for me to build up the courage, but I finally got some real bondage for the first time. This was the first big change in my kink life, but as you’ll see later, it’s far from the most significant. And here’s the result:
Starting Point.
Welcome! After experiencing some incredible changes in my kink life, I’ve decided to create this blog to chronicle my experiences and how they’ve changed me from the start to the present day. I’m hoping to post as regularly as possible, which will include both written accounts as well as pictures .
One of the things I’ve learned recently is that it’s important for you to get out there and experience things for yourself. I hope, aside from entertaining, that I can inspire up-and-comers in the community.
So here’s to the first page of this chapter. Hope you enjoy is as much as I will!
