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BondageVienna writes about his experience at Serious Male Bondage

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Hey fellow prisoners, this is a RE-POST of a write-up that Bondage Vienna sent a few years back, when he was visiting Serious Male Bondage in San Francisco.

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Dear Metal,

I’m a fan of your site and I thought I would submit a few pictures from an incredible experience I had today.

But first, I just have to tell someone about the fantastic time I’m having in San Francisco … and it’s nice to share this with a fetishist like you.

I haven’t been to California in nearly 20 years, and in just a few days’ time I’ve seen the Dore Alley Fair, attended the play party of The 15 Association with a slave friend (boy, do those guys play!), and enjoyed the open house at Mr. S. What a great staff! There I met Skeeter, who was very helpful regarding an unusual request I had for gear modification.

The next time I’m in California I am hoping to visit Bind (MenInChains.com) and see his new facilities.

A bit about me … on recon and romeo I’m BondageVienna. My longtime internet friend RubCop told me about the Serious Bondage Institute, and after hearing his accounts of this place, I just had to visit these guys.

I’ve had some years of not too much action, and I’m trying to catch up on years of dormancy in the fetish world.

Well, today’s experience catapulted me out of dormancy once and for all.

As soon as I saw the shiny new cage sitting in the corner at the Institute, I wanted to spend some time in it. The plan … my plan, that is … was to see if I could last the night in it. But Mark and Dalton and MummyEd had a little more than that on today’s agenda.

The enclosed pictures tell more than thousands of words, but I would like to relate just a bit of the order of events.

I did actually spend the entire night in the cage. Trying to get some sleep was pretty much a lost cause. Cages are very hot for me and here I was, wearing rubber in it as well. I was so horny that I couldn’t sleep much at all, other than fleeting dreams of bondage.

Well, that’s the “B” word in the Serious Bondage Insitute, and believe me, these guys are serious about bondage!

Being fully enclosed in rubber all night, including a fantastic molded gas mask hood and heavy gloves, was just the starting point for Dalton. His use of metal was about to become known to me. The shackles he added to my boots and gloves were soon augmented by chains and locks, which forced me into an inverted position. Unbeknownst to me, MummyEd saw a new opportunity and grabbed a vibrator.

All this activity was getting me going pretty well, but for Dalton there was more to come. Metal, you will most certainly appreciate the size of the huge chains that Dalton attached to the cage itself. Soon the entire cage, including its occupant, began liftoff.

The suspension of the vibrator inside the already suspended cage guaranteed that liftoff was complete and successful … an overwhelmingly satisfying hour, unparalleled in my experience. It was a liftoff that even astronauts would envy.

I am hoping to earn enough hours in bondage here at the Institute to receive their ‘Certificate of Bondology’ diploma, a coveted document which may open doors to further bondage events worldwide.

Thanks to Mark, a video of my visit will be available on their SeriousMaleBondage.com site in the future.

P.S. I’d be glad to send you more photos if these guys ever let me out of this cage. According to my best judgment, It’s been about 14 hours now …

BondageVienna

 

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Thanks, Bondage Vienna, for writing about this!

Several VIDEOS of Bondage Vienna at Serious Male Bondage are available:

BONDAGE VIENNA AND REMOTE CONTROL BONDAGE

SLEEPLESS IN SAN FRANCISCO

BONDAGE VIENNA LONG NIGHT

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One Year – Part 14

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By Taurus

Part 14 – “A Friend”

Russell slowly undid James’ bondage, first flipping him on his front to unknot the rope, then onto his backside. The gag came out last, after he had been sat back up.

“Sir…”

“I know what you’re gonna ask me, so I’ll tell you: pleasure sessions don’t mean orgasm sessions. I could let you cum, or I could edge you. The pleasure was in the time you were free from your cage.”

A lengthy silence capped off this part of the conversation. It was Russell who broke the silence.

“Got any more questions?”

“Who was that just now, sir?”

“It’s Riley, another slave like you.

“He’s new here, and he’s staying for a month, a little longer than the two weeks for most normal people.”

James blushed. The year he signed up for was just a tiny bit crazier. Seeing this, his handler chuckled and patted his shoulder.

“Ah, his thing is being treated like shit. He asked for his handler to all round abuse him. All allowed in the contract, of course.”

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Married Diver Bound

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By mmmpppfffhhh

Author note: I was inspired to write this story when my (late) friend Maurice (Jim Stewart) of Fetters told me about a straight married couple who liked tying up Malcolm in dive gear. I modified it so the gender of the narrator is unstated; you can imagine whomever you want!

[WARNING: This is a work of fiction; do not attempt to copy or re-enact the fictional activities described]

All through the day he knows he’s facing a whole weekend being kept helplessly tied up, the whole time dressed in thick smelly rubber from head to foot. And he knows that as soon as he comes in, it will start.

It’s the same every time, but no matter how often we do it, until he’s actually all kitted up and secured in bondage, we’re both pretty nervous. But all the “getting ready” is very sexy too. It’s got a lot to do with seeing a big fit confident man like him progressively turned into a submissive heavily-controlled rubber prisoner.

So on Friday afternoon, as he pulls up in his work van, he waves to me, comes in, puts down his tools and goes straight up. He knows he has no choice, even though what’s going to happen to him is what we both want.

He strips in front of me, glancing nervously sideways at me and the pile of rubber dive gear on the floor, which he knows he’s going to be put into. He’s blushing furiously. He stands naked in front of me, looking down at the floor with his hands behind his back. He’s very aroused, and if it wasn’t for the chastity device I keep him in, he would have a rock-hard erection. As it is, his locked cock is sticking out stiffly like a bulging doorknob. I can almost hear his pulse pounding.

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One Year – Part 06

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By Taurus

Part 6 – “Barber”

James woke on his 21st morning to a blaring alarm – as per usual – and a pleasant surprise – so far the only truly pleasant thing that has happened to him since he got here.

The cell door opened to reveal two men – Arnold and someone who looked like the sergeant-type guy who read him the rules, except he had a beard that made him seem more friendly.

“Slave, meet Russell. He’s the one who’s gonna deal with your hair every two weeks, though I messed up the scheduling so you’re gonna get a trim next week too, and then it goes back to normal again. He’s also helping me do a few things in my job.

“He’s been here a long time. Knows what he’s doing.”

Seemed. Arnold seemed easy-going but all James has gotten from him are punishments. Since these two were cooperating, there was no reason to conclude at this juncture that Russell would not follow suit.

Instinctively, James opened his mouth to say “thank you sir,” but the punishment the week prior – which mandated silence from him – did its number, and he stopped himself.

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Journal to Hell – Part 04

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By rts

male bondage storiesMy harness is restrictive, stiff and heavy. The tight crotch cradles my butt and affects my walking. The other prisoners all have shaved heads and look to be around my age and physical build. There are three skinheads walking with us, and each has one of those control-box shockers that seems to control two prisoners. A fourth skin (the one from the gas station) is definitely in charge of the others. All four of them are booted in 20-hole Rangers, dirty Levi’s bleaches held up and pulled tight on their butts by braces and showing significant bulges, mostly stained with piss.

The three in control of us all have zippers down their butts and look to be in their late 20s. The fourth skin (the overseer) walks down the line of us and with a black felt tip writes a number on the back of our shaved heads, from 1 to 6 (Jake is No. 5 and I am No. 6). He gives the order to the controlling skins, “Move these fags out.”

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