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Parolee Journals

By Parole Officer J

My parolees are required to write a daily journal. Because this is such a physically distant and long-term bondage activity, it’s important to know what is going on in the parolee’s head. Are they happy? Pissed off? Feeling that they are being controlled? I need to know so I can help them avoid a full parole violation.

Having the parolee wearing a physical ankle monitor locked on their ankle is great! That makes part of the experience how to respond when someone discovers they are locked down. It also requires them to spend time “chained” to an outlet while they charge the ankle monitor. They can’t leave it home, their activity around their house is now limited further by the length of “chain” that charges the ankle monitor. There is typically no charge indicator so the parolee must charge without knowing if the device is nearly full or almost drained of power. The lights on the ankle monitor can’t be turned off, at night the blinking and flashing lights may be visible in a dark room. The ankle monitor has an expense for the physical device as well as recurring fees for the tracking and monitoring service.

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12 Hours

By Practicerestraint

All is true.—Shakespeare, Henry VIII


10:20 p.m.

The text message read: You have two minutes to get dressed and be ready. Unlock the front door.


10:25 p.m.

I was brushing my teeth when I heard the noise at the front door. Then I heard, “Police! Announce yourself!”

It’s hard to announce yourself with a mouthful of toothpaste. I spit, rinsed, and moved from the bathroom to the bedroom as the officer repeated himself and I called out, “I’m here.”

“Come out here!”

I walked into the dark hall to see a flashlight and a gun pointed at me. The officer’s specific words after that escape me. They were nonstop directions that ended only when I was lying face down on the carpet at the end of the hall, arms out to the sides, palms up. The officer knelt, grabbed my left wrist, pulled my arm to the middle of my back, and applied the handcuffs. After he brought my right hand back to complete the job, I realized he had my palms facing out. He instructed me to stand, providing assistance as I did. He grabbed my left arm and led me out the door.

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BondageVienna writes about his experience at Serious Male Bondage

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 …



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Thanks, Bondage Vienna, for writing about this!

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




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Tied and Fucked by Motorcycle Boy Eric

By SockgaggedJason

SockgaggedJason story gay demonShortly after I moved to California, I had my first bondage role play experience. It was with an attractive motorcycle guy named Eric. Both of us were young men, I was 23 at the time and he was 25. We met on a website and worked out the details of the fantasy role play when we determined we were cool. He wanted to be the “top,” he said he didn’t bottom. I accepted.

He came over one weekend night and roleplayed as if he was robbing my apartment, catching me asleep. I had left the front door unlocked so he could walk in. Because we both liked sports gear, I had suited up in football pants and a jersey. He came over in his full motorcycle racing leathers including tight fitting leather race gloves.

He “surprised” me in my sleep and handcuffed me quickly so he could get the scene situated. I got an erection the moment those cuffs were snapped around my wrists. He “warned” me to stay quiet, or else.

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Copdar – The MP

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The MP

By Cuffsandcops

I have had a lot of good luck finding items that tickle my fetish fancy on social media marketplaces. In the Spring, I scored 3 pairs of handcuffs from an officer leaving the field from Delaware. A few weeks ago, I found a flat leather duty belt with a black buckle that belonged to an NYPD officer. After talking with him, I ended up buying a handcuff case, radio holster, glove pouch, flashlight holder, key case, and a hidden key clip. He even threw in a NYPD patch and one for his specific unit which was the Counterintelligence Bureau.

Police related gear is my primary fetish but I also have a liking for wristwatches. Earlier this summer I jumped in the pool with one of my favorite watches on my wrist. It hadn’t been properly sealed after a battery replacement and ended up looking like a fish tank. My jeweler did everything he could to salvage it, but the watch was ruined. I was on the hunt to replace my GShock Mudmaster GG-1000. I found one on marketplace that had a dead battery and was located about an hour away from me, right near the area’s military base.

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My Stay at Franklin County Historic Jail

By Inmate 35374

jail cell roleplayI was in jail.

My guess it was between 3 and 4 in the morning. There is a courthouse nearby with an old-fashioned clock that sounded the hour, but I didn’t I remember hearing the bell.

I had finished pissing as quietly as I could in our cell’s piss bucket. I adjusted my orange boxers and snapped up the bottom snaps of my orange jumpsuit. I gingerly shuffled to my bunk. All prisoners wore leg irons, even at night and they could make a racket. I didn’t want to wake my cellmate. We had been moved around the three available cells during our stay, so we had different cellmates, or were alone in solitary. Tonight, my cellmate was Ryan. Ryan is a well-built North Carolina guy a bit over six feet tall. He had half of a thin gray blanket over him from the waist up. It was the start of a hot July, but our cell was exposed to the full blast of the cellblock air conditioner. We both slept in our orange jumpsuits.

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One, Police Plaza, NYC

By Bearded Mike

This is a true account of a chance meeting I had a few years back in NYC.

I was on a business trip to New York, and on a morning when I had no commitments I’d been down to Battery Park and was travelling back uptown by bus. It was around lunchtime and the bus was already crowded – people were standing but I was OK and had one of those side-facing seats toward the front of the bus.

I found myself staring at the back-side of a guy who was strap-hanging the same as all the other standing passengers but there was something different about this guy – showing through a back pocket of his jeans I could clearly see the outline of a pair of handcuffs!

My heart was racing, the adrenaline pumping. Was this guy a cop? But he wasn’t in uniform. Was he a collector of cuffs like myself? Or was there some other reason why he was carrying cuffs? I had no way of knowing.

But suddenly I did have a possible way of knowing. Unexpectedly the bus lurched and the standing passengers were jolted to such an extent that “my” guy stepped backward – right onto my foot. He half turned, looked down at me and muttered an apology. I assured him that I was perfectly OK and he went back to his strap-hanging – and I went back to staring at his cuffs. I was fantasising about trying to strike up some sort of conversation with the guy; a perfect opportunity had presented itself when he stepped on my foot, but I’d bottled out and hadn’t had the guts to get into conversation

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Trapped at the Office

By nycstraitjacket

male bondage storiesWe were 10 weeks into social distancing and working from home, and my mind had started to wander. The solitude is mind numbing and the loss of play time left me kinky and yearning for something to do.

I’m normally a bondage bottom into leather and metal restraints with interests that have veered toward longer term scenes.  I have a collection of leather straitjackets and a sleepsack, but they’re not easy or effective for self bondage. And that’s where my mind was…yearning for that no-way-out head trip, the smell of leather and the feeling of inescapable confinement, which naturally led me to…the Mr S website.

I already have a pretty good collection of their gear – a number of hoods, some heavy irons and restraints. But there I was, horny as hell and staring at one of those things I had tried a number of times and always wanted: the double rigid irons. there were a number of customer reviews that mentioned you could use them for self bondage and there was a video  showing them in action. How I wished I was the captive in those irons as the leather hood was laced on. A few clicks later I was staring at the webpage for the delux tight hood.  I have a number of intense hoods, but none with the open mouth configuration and I saw that it comes with an option to add a zippered panel and lock. A few clicks later I was looking at the front buckle gag, lockable of course, thinking how great they would all go together.

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