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A Passion for Bondage
(John Savage)

 It began with my arms being tied behind my back. As usual, the elbows were bound together as were the wrists. My legs were tied, again in the usual manner with ropes around the ankles and above my knees. So far, nothing unusual.

 But he didn't tie my ankles to my wrists, which would be normal for a hogtie. Instead he had me kneel on the floor under the hoist. He tied a length of rope to my ankles and left it hanging there. Then another piece was tied to my elbow bondage. Taking the rope from my ankles, he threaded that through a floor ring by the wall behind me. That was pulled and tied off firmly taut. Then he helped me lean backwards until my body was arched and I was resting on my elbows. My head was touching the floor behind me.

 I began to see what he was planning when he took the rope tied to my wrists and stretch it out to a floor ring on the opposite wall. When he pulled on that, my body was forced into a more backbreaking arch, and my hands moved until they touched my feet. He tied it off.

 It was sort of a hogtie since my body was bowed backwards with hands and feet pulled towards each other. But not tied to each other.

 After lowering the ring from the hoist down to touch my belly, I was pretty sure I knew what would come next. John took a leather belt and put it around my waist. The end was threaded through the ring and buckled. When he pressed the remote button, I felt my middle being pulled up. That increased the arch of my body, a little at first, then more until it felt like my back was going to break. When he stopped it, I was so bent backwards that his description as "uncomfortable" was a gross understatement.

 Of course, he couldn't resist adjusting the ropes holding my hands and feet to the wall. Tightening them, of course.

 For a few minutes he simply sat on the bed, watching and letting me explore the limits of this form of hogtie. That wasn't difficult nor did it take very long. I couldn't move much of anything, and my feeble attempts to find knots or pull my hands out by pure force were met with failure.

 "This is pretty good," I told him.

 "Can't get out, huh?"

 "No." I hoped he heard the strain in my voice and knew just how hard this was on my poor body.

 "Want nipple clamps?" he asked politely.

 "No. This is quite uncomfortable enough, thank you."

 "I could add a gag," he said.

 "Please don't. There is something I want to talk about."

 "Okay. No gag. For now. What did you want to talk about?"

 "First, how long are you going to leave me like this?"

 "Oh, I'm not sure. There is a lot of the afternoon still to go, and the evening also. And, of course, there is always the possibility of doing an all-nighter."

 I groaned. The idea of being tightly bound for the entire night is exciting, but preferably not like this. This would probably become quite painful before long. I shook my head but said nothing.

 "Was that all you wanted to say? I can go ahead and gag you now?"

 "Wait! There is something and it's along the lines you're talking about."

 "I'm all ears."

 "Well, you know how much I enjoy being helpless for long periods..."

 "I have noticed a slight tendency in that direction," he commented dryly.

 "Well, I was wondering if it would be possible for me to be tied for a whole day. Twenty-four hours."

 For a few seconds he didn't reply. "That wouldn't be easy. And I'm sure you are aware of some of the problems."

 "That's why I want to talk to you," I said. "I'm sure you can overcome any problems."

 He shook his head. "I'm not a miracle worker." For a while he ignored me. I said nothing to let him have time to think.

 Finally, "It could be done, but maybe not in the way you imagine. We've been exploring some rough, pretty strict B&D, but always with an eye for caution." He paused before continuing. "First off, I can't see you staying in one tie for that long. I could, of course, simply handcuff you and chain one ankle to the wall. You couldn't escape and it would be comfortable ??" more or less. But I'm sure you want something much more, shall we say, restrictive?"

 "Of course. The tighter, the better."

 "So, what I would recommend is that you make it a series of ties, each lasting four to eight hours. Between the ties, you would be given ten minutes to attend to necessaries. Like maybe a quick meal. Bread and water would be appropriate. Each tie would be done with the idea of making you feel as helpless as possible."

 "Oh, yes. That sounds good."

 "And, of course, you would have to have someone present to place you in the ties and remove you when it was time for a rest period."

 I nodded. It was only logical. But I added, "Maybe for some of the ties I could be left alone. You know how much more helpless it makes me feel to be alone."

 "Noted."

 When he didn't add any more, I had to ask, "When could we do it?"