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It started with Mitts –Part 07

By bondagegimp

Seduction – an interlude

I must have been sobbing loudly in my sleep, because I wake up to Bob shaking me. “What’s wrong, kiddo? Another panic attack? Do you want me to get you out of the sack?” Bob sounds really worried! I have to collect myself first, my voice actually sounds tearful. I’ve lost my composure in my dream, I must have really been crying. With my voice still choked with tears, I say: “It was just a nightmare, I had a bad dream. But I’m fine, I didn’t panic.” I feel safe in the sleepsack and in Bob’s arms, I don’t want to get out at the moment, on the contrary. I bury my head in Bob’s muscles. He hugs me, kisses me, comforts me.

He nestles his head against mine. He just holds me tightly, very tightly in his arms. As if he doesn’t want to let me go. Like in my dream. As I realize this, a tear rolls out of my eye. Bob stays awake, holding me close until I regain my composure and fall asleep. When I wake up again, bright morning light is already coming through the curtains. Bob is still holding me tightly. He notices that I’m awake and hugs me even tighter. I rub my head against him – it’s the only reaction I can show. After a while, Bob says he’s going to get us breakfast. I lie down alone. The dark feeling in my stomach quickly returns. But it gets lost in the mix of emotions, and the sadness from the dream that still hangs over me is the heaviest of them all. I crawl in bed to where Bob was sleeping, crawl my head under his blanket, smell him. It calms me down.

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It started with Mitts –Part 01

By bondagegimp

Prologue

I recently graduated from university, then worked for a year and saved a bit of money to be able to travel for several months. But only very simply. Hostels, hitchhiking – that’s all I can manage. But that’s enough for me. I want to see the world.

I’ve known for a long time that I like men and I’ve had sex with different guys, but it’s never been enough for a relationship. Something was always missing. And maybe that’s because of my hidden side. I’ve discovered that I’m turned on by scenes in films where men are tied up, when I see men tied up, etc. I have found more pictures on the internet that turn me on, men in rubber or leather suits, tied up, with masks, gags in different positions, etc.

But: In my home country, everyone is a bit conservative, or at least that’s what I think. I don’t dare to pursue these tendencies any further, let alone live them out. That’s not least the reason why I want to travel, why I want to see the world.

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 21

Chapter 21: Gear’s Grasp

Bindings Tight – Swell Breaks

By Restrained4U

The pit thrummed, a low hum vibrating through the damp concrete, red lights glinting off the steel fixtures.

Leo took the bag, his hands shook as he drew a black card, white letters stark. “Roll 1 die: rounds sidelined. Each player adds 1 piece of gear, stays on until rounds end. Avoid missed rounds, draw punishment. Roll or rot.” He slapped it down – SIDELINE’S GRIP – breath hitching. That cane fucked me – I’m not chancing more. The red bag’s punishment lingered, phantom stings on his butt searing his memory.

He flicked the die – 3 skittered across the table before settling. “Three,” he rasped, voice cracking as his gut sank. Three rounds sidelined—better than the red bag’s punishment draw. Jaw tight, heat pulsing at his temples, he muttered, “I’ll take the gear over that hell,” head dipping in resignation. Marcus smirked, shaking his head. “No dodging this, wave-boy.

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