The Spanking Cup

A few weeks ago, Daddy informed me there would be a new system of discipline in the home, and it all had to do with a small glass cup. He came over where I was sitting and put it in my hand so I could get a better look. The label around the rim read, "Spanking Cup". Even more curiously, three small metal S hooks were hanging off the rim. Unsure what to make of the foreign object, I looked up at Daddy inquisitively.

He smiled broadly and introduced me to the spanking cup. The three S hooks around the rim represented an offense that was not quite so egregious as to warrant a spanking, but bad enough to need correction. Every time I committed such an offense, one hook was taken off the rim and dropped in the cup. There are only three hooks. Can you guess what happens when all three hooks fall into the cup? If you guessed a spanking, you guessed correctly. Go straight over Daddy's knee. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. At the end of the day, each S would go back onto the rim, and I would begin the next day with a clean slate.

Now Daddy knows me well enough to predict that I was already trying to figure out ways to abuse the system. For example, it would be easy enough to just get two S hooks a day. In fact, it is almost like being given a free pass to misbehave twice a day. This is why he told me very clearly that gaming the system in itself is a spankable offense, and that he would be quite vigilant in making sure I played nicely.

However, Daddy is also a very kind man. Another element of the system, designed to keep me from not misbehaving at all, involved a reward. For every day I go without getting ANY hooks in the cup, I get a reward. At this point, Daddy asked for my input in coming up with the most effective and reasonable award. This is how my punch card was created. I will let it speak for itself.

I personally think its genius. The reward is something I want very badly, but given so incrementally that it really requires long term good-behavior to be of any value. Daddy has never been a big bondage enthusiast, but he enjoys it enough to play along. With the new system, however, I don't feel like I am bugging him to do something just for me when I need to be bound and gagged. With my punch card, I know that he is just doing it for me, but that's ok because it's something I have earned. All together, it has made being tied up and left to struggle (my favorite) a much more regular part of our relationship, which has left me quite satisfied.

To this day, I have yet to get all three hooks in the cup. It's mostly split between no hooks or one hook. All together, it has been a very effective system.

Having said that, I'm always looking for new ideas on how to spend my earnings! If anyone has ideas for positions, ties, gags, what I should be wearing, where tied, etc... let me know!

Self Bondage

I have found that most of the guys I know who are like me have tried self bondage. By like me, I mean have bondage as a very specific interest. Bondage isn't just a means to an end (sex). Bondage, in and of itself, can be hot. In fact, most of my fantasies revolve around Hardy Boy bondage. It can be fully clothed and completely unsexed. The allure comes from the actual experience of being bound and gagged.

It makes sense then, that if the allure comes from being tied up, that there is at least some enjoyment derived from self-bondage (or tying yourself up). Of course there are degrees of self bondage. As a very simple example: I gag myself ALL the time. When I'm jerking off, when I'm cleaning the apartment, whenever. Being gagged just really turns me on. Sometimes I just wanna be tied up though. Which is when you try out the more extreme techniques.

Now, I am aware, self bondage can be EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. One should ALWAYS make sure to have an emergency way out (usually scissors). In fact, I frequently do self bondage when my roomie is home so no matter what, I can ask for help. Whats more, when I plan on tying my hands as well, I usually don't use a mouth stuffing gag that I could easily choke on.

Having said, I do have a few techniques I have been working on. My main one is pretty basic, and can be used to make a decent hogtie. You start by taking a short length of rope and tying a square knot at it's ends, in essence making a single loop of rope. Now fold that rope back on itself several times until you have several coils of rope layered on top of one another, making one small loop. Put that aside for now. Take another short length of rope and tie your ankles, with no cinching yet. Lastly, wrap a third length of rope around your tied ankles, cinching the original tie. However, at the end of one length of this third rope, tie a slip knot. Now, get on your knees and put one wrist through the first rope (the short loop). Before putting the second wrist, put the coils through the slip knot you just made. Now slide your second wrist through the rope. Lastly, from your knees, lean onto your stomach (you start on your knees because it gives you more leverage to slip the rope through the slip knot). And now, here you are, effectively hogtied. Whenever you're ready to be untied, you just untie the slip knot.

This is my most used method. However,  I was hoping you guys could share some of your own techniques in the comments section. I'm always looking to test new methods to see how well I can rope myself up.

Kidnapped!

Oof! I just realized its been half a month since I've posted. Granted, I have been dealing with finals for the past two weeks so I am not going to apologize. Still, I do wish I had gotten around to posting at least once in the past two weeks. Things have been pretty insane here though, and to top it off: I have the bondage itch again!

That's right. It seems like every other thought I have these days involves ropes, gags, hogties, chair ties, you name it! And it's come to my attention that there is one fantasy in particular that I have never really played out: kidnapping. We throw that word around a lot in the bondage-game world. Still, what exactly would a realistic kidnapping entail?

I know a lot of my kidnap fantasies focus on the idea of being tied up by surprise and force. The rest is basically up for negotiation. It would be hot to be forced into a van and taken to an undisclosed location, but not necessary, and a lot of times I fantasize about being left to struggle in isolation for an hour or so. Still, the biggest aspect for me is being forced into that predicament.

Obviously from the very start you have planned it out, so it is hard to have that "surprise" component, but not impossible. I have thought about maybe giving someone I trust a key to my place and giving them a set of days they could come in while I was asleep and jump me. Just thoughts. In fact, most of this is just fantasies and ideas. I've never successfully done anything like this.

Which is why I wanted to ask my readers. What do you think makes a good kidnapping scene? For those of you with experience, any advice? For those of you without experience, how would you kidnap me or want to be kidnapped?

Bondage How To

I am FREQUENTLY asked to teach others how to tie people up. Having done so in the past, I feel comfortable saying that the most important factor in learning how to tie is a focused desire. A lot of guys want someone to teach them because they want the whole process to be handed to them in a neat little package. They think it takes one lesson and then you're set. WRONG.

Lessons are the least important part of the process. What matters is WANTING IT. To be really good with rope, you need to WANT to be good with rope. The rest will fall into place.  Here are two real examples to illustrate this. About a year or so ago, I taught two friends (separately) how to do some basic knots and ties. My friend who was never really into bondage but just wanted to learn doesn't remember a thing I taught him in that lesson. He never practiced and didn't care enough to remember. My other friend was always curious about rope bondage, but had never really explored it as much as he wanted to. Within a year, he has already surpassed me. Out of one simple lesson, he has let his imagination run wild; experimenting with and practicing all sorts of techniques.

My friends received the exact same lesson from me, but only one of them really wanted the knowledge in the first place. That's why I can not stress enough how vital it is to the learning process that you actually care about the end-result. It's very similar to a sport or an instrument, in that regard. The only way you will be good is through hard work and practice.

Having said, I am going to start posting a few tutorials on how to preform some simple ties. While a few are already set in stone, I'm very open to hearing from you guys about what you'd like to learn. So leave a comment with what you'd like to learn. And hey, if there are enough guys in NYC looking to learn, maybe we could set up a small group.

Look for my first tutorial Weds. 

Scratching the Itch

MPPHHHHHH! A friend from DC was in town this weekend and did his best to help me scratch my bondage itch. Loyal readers will know I've recently been into spandex and tights. So I guess he helped me scratch two itches.

The Bondage Itch

What, you ask, is the bondage itch? Well, contrary to popular belief, the bondage itch is nothing at all like jock itch (though I suppose a jock could be involved in a variety of ways). No, the bondage itch is that overwhelming desire for restraint. It rears it's head for me every now and again. It's that low down feeling inside where all you can think about for days at a time is being bound and gagged. No matter how many times you jerk off. No matter how hard you try to think of something else. No matter what you do, all you can manage to focus on is bondage. While every now and again I get the itch to tie someone, most of the time it's me fantasizing about getting roped.

And lately, that is all I can think about. Over the past few days, I have wasted hours dreaming about getting trussed into a tight hogtie and looking at porn. This specific flare seems to be centered around my since-I-was-eleven-years-old kidnap fantasy. That or that sort of old-fashioned tie up game sort of bondage. No sex, no pain, just struggling and mppphhhing. You know?

So come on. Who out there wants to rope me up, stuff my mouth tightly, and leave me to struggle for a bit? No takers? Like any condition, it will go away on it's own eventually. But I may as well ride the wave while it's lasting. Eh?

Bound at MAL

While I didn’t play much at MAL, I did have one particularly hot scene on the last night of my trip. I had casually known tieguy0007 for a year or so, and I really wanted to get roped by him this trip. We tried to make a more one-on-one time happen, but our schedules only lines up Sunday night when he was throwing a play party in his rooms. I had told him in advance I don’t need much play to keep me happy, and would be more than happy to just be kept bound and gagged during the party.

So Sunday night I went to his room and there were a bunch of people there. It was mostly him and the boys he had come with (who were almost entirely insufferable, but will do a post on that later), but there were already a few others there too. Codytx, who I had met before on my first trip to the NYBC was there getting tied already by a very handsome rope top whose contact info I need to get…*makes mental note*.


Robert (tieguy), had me strip to a jock and laid me down on my stomach. He quickly put me into one of the best hog ties I have ever experienced. Why was it the best? While everyone’s rubric for effective bondage may vary, I put a lot of emphasis on sustainability. I like bondage that I can stay in a while without being horribly uncomfortable and/or loosing circulation and having to get out. What’s more, I couldn’t escape. It was tight, inescapable, and comfortable…a near perfect hogtie. Unfortunately, he finished it off with a weak cleave gag. My most loyal of readers will know that gagging is huge for me, and pretty crucial to the bondage, still the tie was hot enough where I only slightly minded.


Once I was QUITE secure, Robert played with me a big. As far as I can tell, he had some sort of vibrating glove he used on me that was very hot. He played with my nipples a bit, my feet, all the while stroking my cock. Sure enough it didn’t take long for me to get close. I warned him and just as I was about to shoot he stopped. I struggled a bit in frustration, but that was all he was giving me.

This is when the night really started. He and another man moved me onto a small cushioned bench against the wall so I could be kept bound and gagged and out of the way of the rest of the party. Luckily, I was right near the door. As guests started to fill in, I had to make a spur of the moment choice. Would I let these guys fondle me, tease me, play with me? If I had made the decision before hand I would have said “no way”, but in the heat of the moment, it was undeniably hot. When the first stranger started to play with me, Robert’s friend who was keeping an eye on me asked if it was ok, and I have him the go ahead.

For the rest of the night, any guy who came in could tease and fondle me to his hearts content. I let them know when they did something I wasn’t cool with (sucking my dick, attempting any sort of ass play), but that was the only things I really had to put my foot down about. The rest just played with my cock, balls, or nips. Some handgagged me. Some stroked my body. And I felt completely vulnerable and helpless. It was incredibly exhilarating, and the first time I have ever done something like this.

I have to admit; one of the hottest aspects for me was staring up into their faces with a pleading expression, feeling powerless and at their mercy. What’s more, some of the men who came in were guys I had seen checking me out all weekend, whom I had no particular interest in. But it didn’t matter if I was into them or not. They came in, and found the boy they had been checking out completely helpless and unable to reject their advances. They could take advantage of me, because I was captured. I know this isn’t the case really, since I could have stopped everything at any given moment, but I let myself FEEL these emotions and the effect was truly exhilarating.

Another extremely hot aspect of the night was getting to watch everyone else get tied up. There were two or three other scenes that happened while I was on the side. The first was hot because for a while he was not blindfolded, and in brief moments we would lock eyes and share that unspoken moment where we both felt helpless. A feeling only we shared. The second was EXTREMELY hot because he fought and acted very resistant. His pleas of NO, NO, before having a gag stuffed in his mouth really fucking turned me on. He almost had me shooting at least five times, just from how hot his struggling was.

After three or four hours, everyone started clearing out and one of the boys jerked me off. I shot a lot, and shuddered under the power of that fucking orgasm. I had been kept on edge for a while, and the release was overwhelming. I was untied, thanked Robert, and headed back to the lobby. We are working on planning a trip for me to come visit him.

Hypno Bondage

So for about a year or two now I would consider hypnosis to be under the category of things I had marginal interest in. Sure it seemed interesting, but I think I was a bit too skeptical to express a real interest. Maybe 6 months ago I had spoken briefly to a guy into hypno and we had gotten lunch, but there was no chemistry at all so nothing ever came of it.

About a week or two ago a friend of mine told me about a hot hypno Daddy he had been talking to on recon who lived in New York, and I had made up my mind to poach him hehe. I checked out his profile and really liked what I saw, so I sent him a fairly long message telling him about my interests, my experience, and my apprehensions. I was glad to discover not only was Neil interested, but also he had actually been a long time reader of this very blog!

After a few online interactions, Neil stopped by last Tuesday to talk about what went into a hypno scene, do some exercises with me, and possibly do a scene. So first we talked about the theory of hypnosis, or at least the one he believes in (apparently there are many). We then talked about what we actually do in a practical sense to experience a trance. Finally, we discussed the erotic possibilities of hypnosis including hypno bondage (which had interested me the most).

First we started with a simple exercise, which I am glad we did, because it took away a large chunk of the fleeting skepticism I had been holding onto. In it, he basically used a simple suggestion to my subconscious to make me feel a pulling force on my hands and make them come together. And I have to say, it worked 100%. I could TOTALLY feel the pull on my hands, and I was rather surprised at how strong it was.

We then went into some basic trance inducing exercises to get me used to going under. During this time, Neil would implant my subconscious with suggestions that I would later react to even when not in trance. Now in all honesty, this was a bit harder for me than I had anticipated. There were times when I let my mind really wander and go “deep” as Neil called it, but they were few and far between. I think it will take a few more sessions for me to really get there.

Because of this, there were things that I elected to do because Neil told me to, and not because of an automated reaction (which was the desired goal), such as when he told me to remove my clothes or raise my left hand. NOTE: Neil had told me ahead of time that the conscious mind had a tendency to rationalize things, and because of that I may THINK I wanted to do these things, but I really had no choice. To be honest, this is the only part of hypnotism I still find slightly suspect. Not to say that he or the whole process is fraudulent in any way, but the only times I experienced this I truly feel like I was acting under conscious decision-making. I more see these at times when I had not gone deeply enough into a trance to accept his suggestion.

However, the majority of things that resulted from the hypnosis I DID either feel compelled to do, or just felt more natural doing them than usual. For example, after my last trance (not including the closing one), Neil could put my hands together and say “Cuffs”. And what do you know; I really couldn’t move my hands from that position. It is actually a weird feeling. I wondered if I was just faking it for my own benefit, and if I tried I could get out. But to be honest, I don’t know if I could. It is really hard to explain. There is a large strain on your muscles because your mind is forcing them to maintain a position. What’s interesting is I tried doing it on my own after Neil had left, to see if I could naturally force myself into the exact feeling I had experienced under Neil’s suggestion. I put my wrists together and tried to force my muscles to experience what they had before, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get to the muscle tension that had kept my wrists so firmly together. Also, he would say statue and I wouldn’t be able to move my body. Again, at the time I don’t know how foolproof this was, but my limbs did feel a certain solidity to them that helped me maintain each position.

I have trouble writing about it all, because frankly it is a very confusing process to go through. I intend to do more sessions with Neil, and hopefully overtime I will be able to offer a bit more insight into the process. For now, I highly recommend you check out his website at http://erotic-hypno.com/.

Texasropeman comes to town

MMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!








As with my last post about texasropeman, I think I will let the pics speak for themselves.

Help! I've been kidnapped! Part 1

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Details to come;-)

Call me Daddy Twink pt 2

Being that I made a brief trip back to NJ to visit my family and home friends (and ex, ugh), it was not another week and a half before Patrick and I met up again. This time I told him I wanted him in a bit less, a jock and some sports socks. So I showed up to find him as stunning as always. He was wearing sneakers, basic jeans, a belt, and a plain tee tucked into his shirt...a perfect example masculine simplicity. FUCK HE IS HOT! hahahah

Anyway (notice how distracted I get when I describe him?), we chatted a bit before I tied him, I and figured out a rough game plan. I took his shirt off and tied his hands behind his back. I asked him if it was alright and was so relieved to hear him say no (so many guys are terrified to communicate), especially considering I had suspicions that it would be too tight anyway. So I adjusted a bit and with his confirmation that it would be fine, continued tying him.

I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, revealing a white jock and white crew gym socks. I pulled his pants off and had him lay down on his side. This is when he realized what I had in store. I don't know if there is a name for this, but I was putting him in a tie where knees are tied to neck (not choking), and ankles are tied to wrists behind the body. It puts the captive in a fetal position sort of, and its rather immobilizing. So once he was on his side, I started tying knees to neck, and made sure to give him some slack (so he could struggle), but still make sure it was tight and restrictive.

After this was done, I used a separate rope to tie his feet since his wrists did not have enough extra. I first wrapped the coils around his ankles and cinched it lightly. I then brought the cinching rope to his toes and wrapped one coil around each big toe, pulling tightly, and tying a square not before bringing the rope down the soles of his beautiful socked feet. Halfway down I stopped and wrapped a few coils over his feet to restrict them more, before finally tying it off. I thought he may be able to get off, but if he could not I knew he would not be able to move his feet much. I finally finished by tying the extra on his wrists down behind his ankles where he could not reach. I stepped back to admire my work and was damn proud.

As proud as I was, he was equally surprised hehe. He struggled somewhat, but quickly realized he couldn't move much, let alone get free. Given this, I gave him less time to struggle than I did before and just dived right into teasing. I let him know how excited I was that he loved getting dominated by little punks so much, which made him grunt and struggle some. I also reminded him of a chat we had had prior, where he said he wouldn't be going to the New York Bondage Club unless I went. So I made sure to rub in his face what a baby he was; a full grown man needing a 21yo kid to hold his hand and take him to the big scary club. This got him struggling a bit, but I decided I wanted a bit more. Now Patrick isn't really into manscents, for him whats hot is that he doesn't like it, but doesn't have a choice (where most of us just get off on pretending we don't like it ehehe), so when I shoved my ripe pits in his face he started to kick and buck like a hot bound bronco! ^ _ ^! I was ragingly hard to say the least, but was especially so after his gag went in.

As just mentioned, he isn't into manscents. So for him it was really humiliating to be forced to gag on...lets say...my two day old socks (wink). So we played the same game we did last time with cock sucking. This time I made him really plead and beg for me to stuff my nasty sweat socks in his mouth. But really, what man isn't agreeable when you have him by the balls. I let him struggle a bit while I kicked back (his body as my foot rest) and checked some messages on my phone.

Soon after, unfortunately, his hands did start to go (to no fault of his for not saying something earlier, its just a demanding position) so I untied him. He checked a missed call on his phone and made a quick return call while his limbs wrested and I had some water. Soon he was ready to be tied again, and I was ecstatic to oblige.

I started to tie his wrists to his thighs. Now there are a lot of escape tricks to a tie like this, and I did my best to consciously avoid them at every chance. First I made loops in the rope that connected at the inner thigh so he wouldn't be able to twist his wrists towards the center and untie each other. Furthermore I also tied these loops to his balls, to make sure he didn't just slide the rope down his legs.

In addition to these tricks, I also put him in a basic chest/arm binder and tied his cock and balls tightly. When I say "tie" and "tightly" I mean every inch of his cock (except for head) was covered in rope and his balls were tied firmly (they are exceptionally tight and this was quite the challenge). I stood back again to admire my handiwork, and challenged him to get out. DAMN HIM! In something I certainly did not foresee, he was able to some how reach his fingers to the opposite wrist to untie his right hand. Oh well. I was exhausted, as was he, and I wasn't up for a whole new tie. So I told him to start jerking off while I stuffed my socks in his mouth and kept them firmly handgagged in. It wasn't long before he was cumming (keep in mind his cock was still completely covered in rope). I also came shortly after, again shooting a huge load all over his chest.

Again we finished very amicably, chatting for a bit before I left. His average-Joe colloquialisms always giving me a little tickle. Lots of "yeah man"s, "sure thing bud"s, etc... I left knowing I would be seeing him again Sunday at the New York Bondage Club. And yes, that post is coming soon.

Call me Daddy Twink pt 1

If there is one thing I think we should all remember, it is that no matter how much of a Dom Top or sub bottom we are, a little role reversal never hurt anyone! In fact, switching roles every now and again is usually for all involved parties. The new new guard is definitely onto something in its belief in the fluidity of roles, and while I may not subscribe to it whole heartedly, I have to admit sometimes I love being a nasty lil Dom top.

For the past several weeks I have been in NYC visiting old friends, making new ones, and even getting to know a truly remarkable someone (more on this later). One of those new friends I made was named Patrick. We met on recon, noticed we had some mutual friends, chatted briefly about me tying him up, and eventually I took the trip down to see him. There really is just something about this guy. He has a very average-Joe attitude to him, with a handsome face, hot body, hearty laugh, killer smile, and truly endearing personality. I must admit I have a bit of a crush on him, in a really weird sort of way. He's one heck of a guy.

ANYWAY! One of the reasons we met up int he first place was because he was looking for as a bottom what I get into as a top: rope bondage sessions with struggling and teasing. I can def top a scene, but I am not really a sadist and mostly just get off on a guy struggling bound and gagged.

So I showed up at his place and as agreed, he was wearing a full military uniform and he looked HOT! My draw almost dropped at how handsome and masculine this guy was (especially in said uniform). After chatting for a bit, we broke out the rope (which he had a surprising abundance of for a bottom), and got down to business. For that first session we only did one tie. A damn tight hogtie that was effective and certainly intricate, without being too fancy (a word of advice to all aspiring rope tops, if you can't do it, DON"T TRY IT! Start simple till you master the basics and rope your way up! All that pretty rope bondage you see in pics was done by people who have been practicing for years). I gave him a few mins to get out, in which he put up a decent struggle, until I decided to start having my fun.

First off, this guy's energy was perfect. He put up a damn good struggle and knew how to make it convincing (not like 99% of the guys in porn ("Please don't, noooo, I hate that...;-)" ew, gross, instant soft-on)). And he brought out the cocky top in me. I started by telling him he wasn't really struggling at all, and he must really not want out. I decided to start giving him some incentives at that point. I used his face as a foot rest, made him sniff my nasty baseball socks, pinched his nips, etc... Then I started asking him if he, an older 5'10 165lbs man usually let 21yo 5'5 115lbs kids tie him up in his apartment. I asked him if he thought all that muscle he had made any difference in that moment, where he could have easily out-muscled me if not for how well I had him tied (and now gagged with my socks). This really made him start to buck, kick, and mpphh! God I was so fucking turned on.

At this point I decided to kick it up a notch and pulled down his pants to expose his white jock and raging hard on! This prompted a whole new wave of teasing about how hard his cock was, and how much he was clearly loving getting dominated by a kid. For those of you who don't know, I have a pretty big dick, and I loved rubbing that in his face, metaphorically AND literally! First I started talking about how much of a bigger man he was, except where it counted. Soon I had my cock out and was smacking his face, asking if he wanted to suck it. He would yell a muffled "fuck you" through my dirty socks filling his mouth, which only made me harder. Since this was about teasing and humil as much as bondage, I decided to humiliate him a bit before he sucked it. Sure, I could have taken his gag out and forced his mouth open? But why force someone to do something when you can make them beg for it?

I ungagged him and asked if he wanted to suck my cock, and he more or less said no (there were some expletives). So I took a firm hold of his balls and asked again, when I was met with the same response. So I applied some pressure, asking again at intervals. Gradually the swears subsided, and soon he couldn't even respond his face was contorted in pain. Eventually he finally yelled "Let me suck your cock!". I paused for a moment, and squeezed again. "I said beg", I responded. "You told me to let you suck my cock, I said beg for it." I can't even describe how much his cock stiffened at this. I don't think he was used to playing with kinky little fuckers like me (who think like a pig). I squeezed a bit more, and despite initial resistance, eventually had him pleading and begging me to stuff my cock in his mouth.

I eventually obliged, which in itself was not remarkable. I don't particularly enjoy getting head, and I got the impression he didn't particularly enjoy getting it. It was the fact that I had made him beg that was hot, so the head itself didn't last long. Soon after though I was jerking him off, now regagged with my other sock, with my dirty jock strapped to his face. He didn't take long to cum, and after he shot a nice load. I finished myself off on his face (which was mostly protected by the jock).

I untied him and we just relaxed for a bit. I really loved spending time with him. And I think this is when my weird little mancrush for him started. Soon I had to go though, but don't worry, we had several more sordid adventures.

Sick sick sick

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