Bad Bondage Experiences (Part 1)

Of the hundreds of times I have been tied up, I’ve really only had three bad bondage experiences.  All of these bad experiences happened to me when I was still new to all of this, and didn’t know the warning signs to look for.  Because of these three experiences, I’ve completely changed the way I approach bondage sessions with new riggers.  I am also fortunate to have enough bondage buddies now, that I don’t need to take unnecessary risks just to experience the rush of getting tied up in rubber or Spandex.  The following is a true tale of bondage gone wrong…

The first bad bondage experience I had happened on only my third time hooking up with someone I met online.  We had met on a now defunct rubber bondage chat room (are those things still around?), and we hit it off right away.  He showed me pictures of his play room, his bondage gear, and all his latex catsuits.  He had more bondage paraphernalia than I thought was possible (I was still a rookie), and I wanted to try it all!  Just the opportunity to try on one of his latex catsuits was enough to lure me over.  Best of all, he was local which meant I could be there by noon, get tied up in rubber for a few hours, and still be back in time for my part-time job that evening.  That was the plan, anyway…

When I got to his place, we did some small talk for only a few minutes before he handed me a rubber catsuit and told me to change.  I felt a little rushed, but at this point I wasn’t thinking with my right head.  With the help of some talc powder, the suit went on fairly quickly and I was ready to get tied up.  I was quite surprised how perfect this latex catsuit fit, and was still admiring myself in the mirror when he yelled from the living room for me to get out there.  I felt a little uncomfortable how impatient he was, but was still quite new to all of this so I just chalked it up to my inexperience.

By the time I got back to the living room, he had already prepared things for my first bondage position.  He had a chair setting in the middle of his living room that was built for bondage.  It was made of thick wood, and had leather straps attached to the legs, arms and back.  I sat down, and with little fanfare he strapped me in tightly at the wrists, elbows, chest, waist, thighs, knees, and ankles.  At the time, this was the strictest bondage I have ever been tied in.  It was quite comfortable, but I was truly helpless.  I could only move my hands, feet, and head.  As I was enjoying my latex and leather bondage, I hardly noticed the top moving behind me.  Without notice, he quickly pulled a rubber hood over my head and locked it on with a zipper that ran up the back.  It fit tight, almost too tight, and only had holes for the mouth and small holes for the nose.  There were no eye holes, so now I was blind.  I struggled for a few minutes, as the guy ran his hands around my entire body.  God, I don’t think I could have been more turned on.

And then it happened…

I knew the gag was coming, and was prepared when I felt him hold something up to my mouth.  I opened my mouth wide to accept what ever he was holding, and could instantly tell that what ever it was it was big and made of rubber.  He pushed the gag in about half way, and then quickly removed it.  It was at that point that I felt him put his fingers in my mouth, and pushed something small to the back of my tongue.  Before I knew what was going on, he forced the large gag back into my mouth.  The gag turned out to be very large and made of a rubber sponge-type material that filled my entire mouth.  It was attached to a wide leather strap, which he quickly strapped behind my head.  Tight!  The gag was so large that it completely filled my mouth to the point my cheeks were bulging, and prevented me from even moving my tongue.  If it weren’t for the leather straps holding the gag in, I probably would have looked like a chipmunk.  But the straps held everything together.  To this day, it is still the most effective gag I have ever worn.

Just when I was getting used to the gag, I began to taste something bitter in my mouth.  With an enormous shock, I suddenly realized that the little object he put in my mouth before locking the gag on was some type of drug.  The gag was too effective for me to spit out the pill, or to try and push it out with my tongue.  I struggled as hard as I could, but the leather bondage straps holding me to the chair didn’t give an inch.  After a few minutes of struggling harder than I ever have before, I felt the top begin to massage my thighs and hips.  I calmed down a bit, and that’s when he told me he had put a sleeping pill in my mouth before locking the gag on.  It would take about ten minutes before I fell asleep, and the drug would last for about four hours.  Over the next few minutes, he told me of all the positions he was going to tie me in before I woke up.

I remembered telling him (in our online chats) that my biggest fantasy is to be drugged and waking up to find myself tied up in rubber, but we never discussed it beyond that.  Even though I was beginning to live out my greatest fantasy, I was mad as hell.  Plus, I had to work later that day and couldn’t afford to lose my job.  The top continued to massage my body as I struggled, and eventually I could feel the sleeping pill begin to take effect.  If you’ve ever used sleeping medication, you know how relaxed your body becomes just before you fall asleep.  What ever he used was working fast; the last thing I truly remember was the top unbuckling one of the straps holding my left leg to the chair.  Then I blacked out.

Over the next few hours, I have vague memories of being strapped down to a bondage board with leather straps covering me from head to toe, and being tied with rope into a tight hogtie.  Other than that, it was a blur of sluggish motion and fruitless struggles.

When I finally woke up, I was in a remarkably different situation from when I fell asleep.  The first thing I realized was that I was no longer wearing the latex hood, but I was still gagged and blindfolded; no use in even trying to fight that.  I found myself in an extremely tight and wide spread eagle, tied to what I assumed was a bed.  I had leather restraints locked onto my wrists and ankles, and could feel that thick ropes were used to stretch my limbs to the four corners of the bed.  The next thing I realized was that besides the gag, blindfold, and the leather wrist and ankle restraints, I was as naked as the day I was born.  I do not do nude bondage with new bondage riggers until I get to know them, and I know I told him this in our online chats.  But there I was, tied up naked in a tight spread eagle with a guy who just drugged me.  To top it off, the guy who tied me up was gently using his lubed up hands on my erection to get me off.

You would think that waking up to my biggest fantasy would have been a big turn on, and it was.  But I was still mad as hell at having this done to me without any sort of discussion before hand.  I yelled through the ball gag I was now wearing and tried my best to escape my bondage, but I was truly helpless.  And the more I struggled, the harder he jerked me off.  Through all of my struggling and yelling, I realized I was getting close to cumming.  Not sure if I wanted to, I relaxed and just sort of moved my hands and feet back and forth in a vain attempt to distract myself.  The top knew what he was doing, and kept me on the verge of climax for what seemed like hours.  I have never experienced edge play like this, and by the time he let me go over the edge I thought I was going to pass out.  Just to add to my predicament, he didn’t stop masturbating me until he had milked me dry.

It was awkward when he realized the game was over, and began to untie me after several hours of bondage.  Without saying a word, I ripped off the headgear he had strapped on me, got dressed, and left.  It wasn’t until I got to my car that I realized what time it was.  Seven hours had passed from the time I first got to his house to the time I left.  Accounting for the small talk at the beginning and the time it took me to get dressed in his catsuit, I must have been tied up and under the control of his sleeping medication for over six hours.  The pain of being tied up so long finally hit me, and by the time I got home I could barely move.  I definitely pulled some muscles, either through my escape attempts or when he tied me up in positions I still do not know.  There was no way I could go to work (I was late anyway), and fortunately they bought my story about a sick family member.  It was either because of exhaustion or because I was still suffering the effects of the sleeping medication he used on me, but I pretty much passed out after calling work and slept the whole night.  I was sore for about a week after this experience.

I’m sure some of you reading this true story would have enjoyed this bondage experience, but I definitely did not.  It’s not that I was scared through any of it; it’s because I was so angry through all of it.  It started out great, with some incredible rubber bondage.  But by the time I realized it was getting out of control, it was too late.  I was mad because this guy introduced drugs into a bondage scene without no prior discussion, or even without the apparent concern that I may have an adverse reaction to it.  Strapping a guy down and gagging him after giving him an unknown sleeping medication is pretty dangerous.  Especially if the sleeping medication is not something dispensed by a doctor.  I have since done bondage scenes using the sleep medication called Ambien.  But it was with bondage buddies I know and trust, and it was my Ambien prescribed by my doctor with the doses prescribed by my doctor.  Those stories will be told another day…

I learned a lot from this experience, and never again allowed myself to get tied up without clearly defining limits and rules.  I know what I want now, and am perfectly willing to walk away from a bondage scene if I don’t feel comfortable.  My basic rule that I will only allow guys to tie me up if I’m wearing a bodysuit is another good gauge I use to help weed out those with tastes different than mine.  If a guy badgers me or pressures me too much to jump right into a nude bondage scene, I know he and I do not have the same kink and that is enough for me to walk away.

Having said that, even those senses, experiences, and rules can fail.  Next up, I’ll tell you a story of guy who ignored my limits and decided to force extended breath control on me after he had me strapped down to a bondage bed in another skin tight latex catsuit…