Fun Stuff > Bondage Stories Windy City Bondage Club He Owned Me... by "TrooperTwo Chris" The following true story was submitted by a bondage buddy from the southwest, for your entertainment. A number of years ago, I met a man on a Friday night, who was wearing full leather and tall boots. He had a shaved head and goatee. He was shorter than I am, but had good size legs and strong, but firm hands. He brought me back to his place. He had me strip down, except for mycombat boots. He put on a pair of heavy motorcycle gauntlet gloves. He attached a leather collar on me. He then placed a head harness, which was made of soft, but strong triple thickness leather. It fit over the cheeks, around the eyes, over the head, and around the jaw. He inserted a leather gag that conformed to my mouth, making it comfortable, but not allowing me to make a sound, except deep groans. He applied a blindfold that sealed every ray of light from my eyes. He placed me on a rack in his playroom that was padded and at an angle. I was placed on it with my hands down, but out from my body. I was made to relax, and then leather cuffs were placed at my wrists, ankles, thigh, upper arm, around my chest and down to a holster-like assembly at the groin. I was fully erect. He applied a ball stretcher. He gently tied me around my manhood. He then pulled all the bonds snugly. I was unable to move. I felt his leathered body come close to my naked helpless one. His gloved hands romed my body. He felt my legs, around my butt, he toyed with my nipples. His breath was close to my face. I felt him kiss my neck. He was all man! He whispered "Hey bull stud, now that I have you, I own you. You will belong to me as long as you are in my bonds. You will only be an observer, because your body will follow my commands. It will respond to my hands, my tools, my equipment, and my skill. You will only be able to go along for the ride, because your body will do as I say, and you will not have a say in what happens to you. You can trust me. I won't hurt you. But I shall impose pleasure on you, and you will be begging me to take you again when this session is over". During the night, I felt him wrap his arms around my helpless body. I felt his cool leathers against the left side of my legs and arm. He would hold me and play with me. He was never angry, power hungry, or careless. He played me like an fine instrument. My body reacted to his touch. His leathered body next to mine, reminding me I was safe, but his deep slow voice letting me know I was owned... and that my only purpose was giving my body for his pleasure. Who I was didn't matter. What thoughts I had didn't matter. It was a physical journey that taught me about the separation of who I was and what I was. He touched my soul. He never hit me, he never yelled at me, he was not interested in my humiliation. It was deeper than that, since my personality didn't matter. It was my body, and the way it performed for him. He was a MASTER in the truest sense of the word. Saturday morning, I was taken down slowly to regain my mind. I was stripped down and led by a leash to the bathroom. I did what I had to do. He then led me to the kitchen, where I sat on the floor to eat my breakfast of normal food served on a chair. His boot in my crotch while I ate. We went back into the room. I was ready to get off any minute, I was so turned on. I was put on into a metal chair. It reminded me of an electric chair. I was scared. He felt my fear and held me tenderly, yet firmly. "Let me have your body!". "Give it up for me!" he whispered. "Don't fight me, I will take care of it, boy!". I trusted him, and relaxed. He took over again. I was his property once more. Did he hypnotize me? I don't know. I was in the chair. He had me pull on rubber pants. I was given knee-high rubber boots to wear. He pulled on a rubber shirt and zipped it up. Elbow high rubber gloves. A thick leather collar was locked into place. Padlocks were applied to the wrist cuffs he put on me. He wrapped cuffs around my ankles and locked them on. He placed a padlock on the collar. He attached the head harness, gag, and blindfold once more. I was pulled into the chair with other straps and buckles. I was part of the chair. My own self was now suspended above my body and I gave up control of my body to him. I watched him from my imaginary viewpoint above. He attached some tubes to my body. He pulled out my cock and pulled a sheath of rubber around my entire manhood. Except for a few patches of skin and hair on my head, my entire body was covered in rubber. I was in heaven. It was Sunday morning before he gave control of my body back to me. I wanted to do it again with him.... and I was lucky to have been interesting and willing enough to him that he played with me several more times. I moved away from that city, and upon my return, never found him again. That was 27 years ago. I still think of him and am still hoping to find another man who I could give my body to, like I did to him. "TrooperTwo Chris"

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