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Real Talk: A Full Day in Bondage

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At SallysToyBox.com, a man describes his experience being taken through hours of intense isolation, sensory control, and eventual release under a female dominant’s control. The narrator describes experiencing a deep mental reset and powerful satisfaction after many hours of total immobilization.

Real Talk: A Full Day in Bondage

 

You can read the full first-person account of how it unfolded from the source at Sally’s Toy Box. While you’re there, check out their handmade gear that makes sessions like this possible: sleepsacks, hoods, body harnesses, restraints, cuffs, and full BDSM furniture, all built in-house in Massachusetts.

Real Talk: A Full Day in Bondage

 

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60 Hours – Part 04

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By Inmate 220418

Sunday – Day 3

I slept even worse that night, I woke up to the sound of a guard coming into the block shining his light, they must have done their rounds that night. Waking up and not knowing what time it was isn’t an easy thing to adapt to, I tried to look out the window to see if I could see any sunlight but at last there was nothing. The bars on the cell cast a nice shadow against the wall, something so photogenic and calming really painted a beautiful picture.

Eventually, the courtesy lights came on and that was the sign that it was morning, I got up as I did the past two days without making my bed. The same guard who did the morning check the past two mornings comes in, “good morning inmate” with a look of disgust, knowing he was a part of the brawl last night, “how did you sleep?” “I slept fine” I replied, “great” drop your sheets on the group, fold your blanket, and be ready for breakfast soon.

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60 Hours – Part 01

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By Inmate 220418

A raw look inside the walls of a jail roleplay experience. This is a retelling of 60 hours being locked up at Facility 22 (jailevents.com). This is a personal account of my first F22 experience, written mostly in real time with light edits for readability.

All interactions took place within a consensual, roleplay-driven environment, and many moments reflect in-character behavior and reactions.

Names and identifying details have been changed or omitted for privacy. This is my perspective of the experience, and others may have experienced things differently.

Thursday – Day 0

Holy Fuck, what did I get myself into? Walking into this experience was already an emotional rollercoaster. Having gone straight from work, catching a flight, then driving two hours, I never really had a moment to really prepare myself. I journal with what little light I have to get my emotions under control. This clearly isn’t for the weak…

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Just Bondage – Part 02

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By Dalton Ott

The next bondage session….

I have completed my special project. One of my leather sacks is an old Fetters double leather sack with smooth leather inside and out. It is a great sack, but it needed something more.

Many years ago I read a story about a spike-lined sleepsack. Since then every time I have been in this particular sack I have dreamed about that story. I wanted one but I’ve never found a place to buy one or found someone to make it, so I decided to make my own.

To do this I have meticulously loosened the inside layer luckily it wasn’t glued. I then line the entire inside with tiny metal spikes. These are the backing for metal snaps, they make spiked gloves with these protruding from the palms of the gloves for sensation play.

I love to struggle so I avoided places that my bones were close to the surface like knees, elbows etc. Only my fleshy parts will be exposed to the spikes, the souls of my feet, palms of my hands, calves, thighs, ass, back, arms, stomach, chest, ribs, and neck. The spikes protruding through the smooth leather lining will be uncomfortable but not quite sharp enough to cut.

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Just Bondage – Part 01

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By Dalton Ott

Note from Metal: This is a re-post of a true bondage story that was originally posted under Anonymous. The author, Dalton Ott, who has been featured prominently on Serious Male Bondage, has subsequently revised his story, added to it, and has agreed to have it appear again, and under his name this time.

At a local sauna two men engaging in friendly conversation somehow stumbled on to the topic of bondage, not your usual sauna conversation. It was awkward at first but soon they discovered they shared a common secret. They were both secretly into heavy sensory deprivation bondage.

The excitement grew into a three-hour, intense conversation at a local coffee shop. They shared stories about their experiences and bondage equipment, what they owned and what they fantasized about.

They eventually talked about their unfulfilled bondage fantasies and discovered they both enjoyed extreme bondage without the need for sex. All they wanted to experience were long sensory deprivation sessions in heavy rubber or leather. They both had an unquenched passion to explore the depths of extreme subspace.

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Intake – Part 01

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Written by Lukas Tyler

Note: This was my actual experience from a weeklong prison roleplay event and 100% accurate to the best of my ability. Originally this story was written only as a personal reference of a very meaningful experience I had. I tried to preserve every step, every thought, and every interaction. This is not fiction.

Lukas Tyler true bondage storyI think I’m at the right spot. None of us have ever been here before. The guy that was supposed to drive cancelled three days ago. I volunteered because I get motion sickness in the back seat, but being the young guy I feel I have to take the worst seat. I like the power and control that driving gives me. But it also means when something goes wrong, it’s my fault. One of the two others in the car is telling me to follow the GPS. I’m trying to match the red circle on a screenshot to Google Maps. He tells me to turn right. I don’t. I block out everything he’s saying, trying to focus on what instinctually feels right. I keep driving and then find a parking lot with a dozen cars, and an old white school bus with paint over whatever label it used to have.

There’s a building the size of a small house with one door propped open by a chair. A chain link fence at least 12 feet tall topped with razor wire exists mere feet past the building. Inside the fence stood worn square buildings that looked of 1960s construction with peeling white paint. It wasn’t meant to be inviting. It was meant to say you don’t belong here. And no one was there. The county road had an occasional car on the other side of an overgrown ditch that separated us from them. It felt like the right spot.

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Copdar – Ride Along Souvenir

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By Cuffsandcops

Friday evening I went on my third ride along of the year. It all came about from talking to the deputy at the sporting goods store from my last tale. I spoke with that deputy on another visit to that store about doing a ride along. He works as an investigator and referred me to the patrol division. He provided a name and phone number for me to call to set a ride along up. The following day, I made the call and left a voicemail. A few days later, I noticed a missed call from the sheriffs department while I was at work. I took a moment to return the call and spoke to the Captain. I gave him the back story of my conversation with the deputy at the store and inquired about experiencing the arresting process. He told me that was not something they did, but a ride along could be scheduled. The Captain emailed me paperwork to complete which included a waiver and instructed me to send it back to him to move forward.

It took me a week to get the paperwork done, as it needed to be notorized, which proved more challenging that I would have thought. I emailed the paperwork back to the Captain. A couple of days later, I had another missed call from the sheriffs department.

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A Writer’s Inspiration

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By Rubrpig

I stretched and rubbed the fur on my chest and sat up in bed.  Looking at the clock I saw that I had slept late but since it was my day off, it really didn’t matter.  I got up from the pile of blankets that was my bed in the corner of my bedroom.  Since I had been collared as a part time slave/boy, all of the furniture in my apartment was off-limits unless my Sir was visiting and ordered me to join him.

I wasn’t expecting a visit from him, so I got up and walked through to the bathroom.  I squatted over the toilet and began pissing.  The piss ran out of the bottom of the steel cage on the Carrara Chastity belt that I wore and had been wearing for nearly 2 years.  I wiped the drips from the cage and then moved to the shower and bent over while reaching behind me and pulled the butt plug from my hole.  I groaned as it slid out and stood up.

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