Documenting My Bondage Revelation with Her

Following the suggestion of one of our wonderful mods, bound_jenny, I decided to launch something here. It’s meant to be a sort of obfuscated documentary. If you haven’t read that post, it probably isn’t essential to understand this, but I copied and pasted it right here in a better “timeline” format.

I started a thread in the archived discussion area, but from now on, I’ll stop posting there and start posting here instead. This will be somewhat of a documentary about my wife and me exploring bondage a little bit more deeply. To get an idea, let’s look at some history. The reason I think this is possibly necessary is that it explains the hiding of the secret fantasy a bit better. Not too much detail though, as I won’t go into excessive depth.

In a location far away and in a time going back…about 25 years… A middle-aged guy with his middle-aged wife. I’ve been fascinated by bondage since college; what can I say? The Internet showed me some fascinating new things. Back then, I used my credit card to purchase ankle and wrist restraints, along with a butt plug (didn’t know much about it at the time, but it was cheap—gates of hell and a ball separator) from a place I believe is in Canada…NorthBound Leather or something similar. This was back in the early 90s.

I still have all of that gear. The wrist restraints are in great condition, while the ankle ones probably need replacing (not to mention they cannot be locked shut). I kid you not, I went straight into hard self-bondage with chains and such… Never did use those ice key locks back then; just put myself in a tight situation and wiggled until I got out…that was the extent of it. Nothing much more came from it other than once or twice playing around with handcuffs with a girlfriend…nothing major though. This all happened, of course, quietly behind my bedroom door…no one was aware…I assume:)

Out of College, Dating with a job Well, I am still in my 20s and started dating when I returned to my home town. (It’s very large, but not as bondage-friendly as a place like San Fran). I acquired a few more bondage items to add to my collection; nothing extremely expensive except for one…

I got a leather collar (non-locking) and a ball gag trainer (1.5 inch ball, or maybe smaller—I prefer them smaller so they go farther into the mouth—but it doesn’t lock, didn’t know this way back when), an air pump butterfly gag, and possibly a few other little things. I think this is around the time I made my first purchases of chain and locks for the most part…

Nothing really occurred here; never did anything with women on the bondage scene who were plain Jane…

Found the One Well, what can I say…I found the love of my life (still married more than 10 years later with no signs of problems). She is a very independent woman. She is slightly larger in size, but I don’t care; she matches me in every way. The main part being her sarcastic and twisted sense of humor. Needless to say we were married before and after I expressed my interest in a bit of bondage. She was okay with that; nothing too aggressive or strict about it. At this time we played…

She is very submissive in the bedroom, likes letting the guy take control. Up till now, I was a closeted self-bondage individual. The bondage we have done has been very light…basically tie-downs on the bed for the most part. Note: she did once catch me in self-bondage with lots of chain and such…she smiled and left (she only ran into the house to get something, I think heard me, so headed back out; frankly, I was a bit embarrassed and never wanted to talk about it again).

Coming Out Well, I don’t know what happened exactly, but I absolutely came out to my wife. I started the discussion while outside having a smoke about fantasies. Let her go first she said, telling me her fantasy; nothing particularly relevant for the boards here…nothing interesting right now…

Then I confessed that my fantasy would involve some severe bondage with her in control. I wanted her COMPLETE physical, sexual, and emotional control over me for a weekend. My heart was pounding coming out to her like that. I told her about being gagged, blindfolded, you name it. Per her words later: “Did you think I would run away?” and my response was “Um…Yeah, that was my fear.” She laughed and smiled.

So this conversation happened outside last Sunday for a while then moved inside. This is where it gets kinda funny. She was pre-cooking some meals for the week. At this point she had said sure; I am not entirely sure what to do but willing to try. So I proceeded to show her my gear. Gotta say this is where it felt strange and exhilarating at the same time.

I pulled out a bin that has everything in it, brought it down to the kitchen where she was cooking. Pulled out the cuffs leather and velcro; she had seen them before. Pulled out the three gags: the classic smaller ball gag trainer harness (love this one), an ebay purchased hard plastic breather panel gag (it barely fits and the ball is just a tad too big) and a simple breather ball gag softer hard plastic). Showed her all those, not sure if she had ever seen the last two. Pulled out the cock rings and showed her that as well.

Pulled out the Gates of Hell 3 ring type and showed her that one off She was scared/amused at the name I explained it to her The spandex hood with holes for eyes and mouth which we used once before, the chain, and a new box of small brass master locks all keyed the same.

She was intrigued (that is all I can truly say). Not sure about her true reaction deep down. But she said we could look for other things to purchase That got me a bit excited…so we have a bit gag coming in and flogger plus paddle as she liked those. Also showed her things online, including websites with restraints and the like.

That was Sunday then after talking around I moved the sportsheet tethers from the master bed upstairs (the tethers would not fit around the master bed just too tight) but they fit nicely above stairs). Moved equipment into little bin also went upstairs as well.

So we chatted about it pretty much rest of night…

Monday I went work and was bit preoccupied by revelations to her you can imagine. Decided show her. Still embarrassed talking bondage how I be restrained Something imagine will go away over time but still new not 16 hours after came out. Got home always do usually about two hours before hers Started texting need know when she on way home (about thirty minutes hour commute) (texted going show talked previous day come upstairs gets acknowledged text) Left office proceeded strip start self bondage bed upstairs. Logic here: use knowledge educate not talking but showing firsthand…did… Bound mostly hands free locking last lock till heard dogs go ape shit usual when she came home Locked hands completely locked…no real chance escape until she entered room Well evidently did come took sweet time. Bathroom, change feed dog cigarette name should take minute took fifteen minutes say starting freak little mild Then door opened. Here how bound: Legs spread bottom corners bed cuffs sportsheet tethers under bed Wearing three ring Gates Hell Spandex hood hole mouth eyes Blindfolded under hood typical sleeping mask Completely gagged ball gag trainer harness Neck leather collar locked chain under neck extended left right side bed second set sportsheet clips Keeping moving head most body laterally… Final piece sealed it

(Didn’t lock until I heard her) My hands were positioned above my head, with the chain wrapped around the bars of the metal headboard frame.

(NOTE: I intentionally blindfolded myself because I did NOT want to see her enter and observe her reaction. It’s a mix of burying your head in the sand while also remaining partially aware; this might make discussing it (once the gag is removed) slightly easier, especially since I can’t “look at her.”)

I heard her come in and giggle, amazed by what I had done. She started talking, saying things like, ‘Holy cow, I am amazed you did this on your own…’

She didn’t run away; I think the first 15 minutes left her stunned.

At that point, she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with me. While talking, she ran her fingers over my skin, of course. Since I was responding through a ball gag, my replies weren’t fully coherent. After signaling her to unlock my hands and the gag, I got up and explained the purpose: to show her easy things she could do for/to me, giving her 100% control over me—physically, emotionally, and sexually. She understood why I did it; I still think I shocked her a bit…hopefully in a good way.

We went downstairs, ate, and continued talking. Note that throughout our conversation downstairs, she left my wrist restraints on me, still locked, so I couldn’t remove them myself (granted the keys were upstairs, but the fact is amazing: she just left them on).

The incredible part came after dinner.

We went back upstairs… I was showing her examples of using the collar…chains…locks…restraints. Then I didn’t realize what happened next. She still seemed unsure about what to do and how to execute it, essentially a person handed chains who doesn’t immediately know how to lock someone in a hogtie; it takes time, experimentation, etc…

I looked at the footboard of the bed. I said, “Maybe this will work.” I had her wrap a long chain around my waist…locking me in a kneeling position against the bed. We chatted for a few minutes. She then locked each wrist to the sheet tethers nicely and tightly, causing me, while kneeling, to hunch over toward the footboard. I was helplessly secured to the bed’s footboard, knees down, with my wrists tied to the sides of the bed. I couldn’t do anything…or so I thought.

She smiled and asked, “Can you put your head down?” I replied, “Sure.” She said, “Good.”

She proceeded to strip and lay on the bed…scooting forward so her sex was directly in front of my face. Well…you can imagine what happened next…unable to say no… I pleased her as best I could. This was one of the most incredible experiences I have ever had. Needless to say, my wife enjoyed it and sees the benefits of me having no choice in the matter.

Hell Well, the day after that happened…how should I put this… Her “visitor” came to visit her. No pleasuring for me this time. I feel like a kid who HAS the toy but is unable to look at or play with it right now. This is maddening. Unless she comes home and wants to play with me (which I don’t think she is remotely close to doing), there will be no playing for a week or more.