Sam's Diary
by Studbound
Sam's Diary by Studbound
Chapter 20 November 28, 2000
To My Diary,
Since my aunt and Derek started tying me up, I've really discovered how much I enjoy bondage. I've also discovered that the biggest thrill is when I'm tied and don't want to be, and can't get free. That happened back at the end of the school year when I graduated and my aunt and Derek kept me away from drinking parties. It happened to me again a couple of days ago.
Friday after Thanksgiving I was alone at my aunt's house with Julie who had come over to spend the day with me - supposedly to study. My parents trust us together alone since they have locked a chastity device (http://www.cb-2000.com) on me.
After lunch, Julie was talking about my love of bondage, and she asked me what my favorite tie-up had been.
"I think it was when dad tied me to a heavy wooden chair," I said.
"What did that look like?" she asked.
"It's hard to describe," I said, "But it was really strict and he kept me that way for a long time.
"Show me," she said.
"What do you mean?" I was puzzled.
"Well, " she thought, "Tell me what to do and I'll tie you up that way and I can see what it looked like."
"I don't know," I said. "Didn't you see the pictures my aunt showed you? It's a really difficult and strict tie-up."
"You let your soccer friends tie you up in your straitjacket and you've let me tie you up already," she said. "With you telling me what to do," she added, "I'm sure I can do it."
After a while, I agreed.
First I took her into the basement and showed her a chair much like the one my father had used, then I got the ropes and tape.
"Were you dressed like that when he tied you?" she asked. (I was then in my Levi's and a tee shirt.)
"No," I said, "I was naked except for a diaper.
Julie laughed. "A diaper!! You're kidding."
"No," I said. "He made me wear a diaper. One of those disposable kind for adults."
"Do you have one?" she asked.
"Oh yes," I said. "He and my aunt use them on me whenever either of them intends to keep me bound for a long time or over night."
"They keep you tied up over night?"
"Sometimes. Even longer. I really like it," I confessed.
"Wow," she said. "Well, go strip and put on a diaper. I want to see what this special tie-up looks like completely."
We argued about the diaper for a while, but again, finally I gave up and went up to my room, took off everything and put on one of the Depends. Then I returned to the basement.
I showed Julie how my dad had tied my arms up behind my back with each wrist at the opposite elbow, and how he taped my fingers and hands so I couldn't untie any knots of I should be able to reach them. She did a nice job duplicating the rope work and in a few minutes I was starting to feel the familiar feeling of dad's bondage.
Next I sat in the chair and showed her how to wrap rope around my upper body lashing me to the chair.
"That's really loose," I complained. "I knew you couldn't do it. It needs to be tighter."
She redid the rope and this time it was really tight. Next I had her tie my legs up to the sides of the chair That she did very well. Then there were wraps of rope over my thighs around the chair and under my bent legs. When she was done, I was tightly bound to the chair. She had done a good job, and I had to admit it.
"Is that it?" she asked.
"Well," I said cautiously, "There was a gag, but we don't need to do that."
"Oh yes we do," she insisted. "We want to do it all."
I told her where to go in my room to find my red ball gag, and she returned with it in a few minutes.
"That's it," she asked.
"No," I admitted. I told her how to install the ball gag, and then wrap my lower face with duct tape. Then with my head firm against the chair, wrap the tape around my lower face and the chair, pinning my head to the chair. And finally, a wrap around the chair at the level of my forehead, around and around a couple of times really pinning my head to the chair.
In went the ball gag, and on went the tape. Then she bound my head to the chair as I had described. When she was done, she reinforced my legs and upper body with the tape over the rope. I was bound and gagged as firmly and strictly as I had ever been - as good as dad did and maybe better.
Julie stood back and admired her job.
"You look really great," she said. "I can see why this is your favorite. I don't think you can move much at all and I'm sure you can't get free."
She was right, and at that point, I couldn't say much either. Julie pulled up a chair and sat down looking at me, and spent an hour or so talking to me, telling me more gossip about mutual friends, filling me in on things she had been doing, adding now and then how nice it was that I was "willing" to sit and listen. "I am really enjoying having you tied up and gagged," she said. "Now I know you will listen to whatever I have to say and won't interrupt. You have no idea how much I'm enjoying this."
Then Julie got out her books and studied for quite a while. Finally, she stood and said that she had to go. I made what sound I could behind the gag, but Julie ignored me. As she walked out of the room and up the stairs, she said, "I'll leave a note upstairs telling your aunt and Derek where you are. Have a great day."
Despite my pleas and grunts, Julie left leaving me strictly bound, gagged, and almost unable to move. It turned out to be a long boring afternoon, and after a while I really did desperately want to be untied. That wasn't about to happen.
At around six o'clock I heard my aunt come home followed a little bit later by Derek. Apparently they found Julie's note, and my aunt came down the stairs and stood looking at me.
"So, you let her tie you up," she said. "And it looks like she did a superb job. Would you like to hear her note to us?"
I grunted into the gag.
"This is what she wrote, 'Sam is tied up in the basement. Please leave him alone and I will be back sometime tomorrow and release him. Love, Julie.'"
"No! No!!! No!!!" I screamed into the gag. Of course, it sounded more like "Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm" I tried to shake my head, but it could hardly move. I really wanted to be untied - badly! I did everything I could to communicate my discomfort and unhappyness to my aunt.
"Sorry Sam," smiled my aunt. "But you let her tie you up and you know the agreement - any time we want, however we want, for as long as we want. Looks like you're stuck until she comes back. If you want, I'll try to call her and ask if we can release you."
I grunted what I hoped he would understand as agreement.
Aunt Helen went upstairs. Quite a while later she returned along with Derek. "Sorry," she said, "but we finally got hold of Julie and she insists that she will release you sometime tomorrow. She said that it was your favorite bondage, and so she wanted you to enjoy it for a long time. And she says you told her that you like being tied up over night. Looks like you're stuck. By the way," my aunt chuckled, "looks like Julie will make quite a nice little dominatrix. I envy you Sam. She's certainly the girl for you."
Derek didn't say anything about the dominatrix comment, but he argued with my aunt for quite a while, insisting that they should release me, but she insisted that I had gotten myself into this, or at least had willingly let Julie tie me, and that I needed to stick it out. I protested. I didn't want to spend the night bound that tightly. But despite all the pleading I could muster, they finally turned off the lights, and there I sat - for one of the longest nights of my life. I managed to sleep a little but my muscles really ached and my jaw didn't feel so good either. It was misery. I fantasized about being kidnapped, being held by beautiful girls who wanted to use me as a sex toy (It turned out that was a bad fantasy as it caused me to grow erect inside the chastity device and that hurt). In the end, even fantasy didn't help. I had to just sit there and take it. I wasn't happy at all.
I lost all track of time. Finally the lights came on, and there stood Julie. I just sat there and looked at her - as if I could do anything else.
"I think I'll let you enjoy this for another day," she said.
With that, I came unglued and moaned pitifully into the gag.
"Quiet down," she said. "If you ask really nice, I'll untie you."
"Mmmmmmm Mmm Mmmm Mmm," I grunted trying for Please Untie me.
"Sure I'll untie you," she said. "But pictures first." She produced a camera and took about six pictures. Then she took the camera somewhere saying later that she didn't want me to try to take it away from her after I was untied. Finally she released me.
It was all I could do to move and walk and it took a while to get everything working again. I took off the soiled diaper and got rid of it. While I was naked, Julie inspected the chastity device and said that it was very nice and that she approved. I got dressed, and we went out for lunch to the local MacDonalds.
I have to admit, it was a great tie-up. And I had to tell Julie that I loved it, even though I didn't entirely. I didn't want her to think she had gotten the better of me, and that I was a wimp. I wonder if Julie will tie me up again sometime, but I hope it isn't for so long or so strict. I wonder if I'm losing my love of being tied up?.
Sam
Chapter 21 January
10, 2001
To My Diary,
Over Christmas Vacation I had the surprise of my life and it started the adventure of my life. Not much different happened between November and Christmas Vacation. My aunt tied me up probably half a dozen times, usually leaving me in a diaper if she kept me bound over night. I enjoyed it, but it was getting to be routine. She would leave me tied to my bed, bound, gagged, hog-tied, and she would come in in the morning and untie me.
Julie, my girl friend, came over a couple of times and tied me up too, but again nothing special. We sat and watched television with me tied up sitting next to her. When nobody else was around, she fondled me, but the chastity device kept her from doing too much, and it was painful when I started getting an erection. I didn't like that very much, and wished I could get out of that thing.
On Christmas Day, I was back home with my parents, and my mother said that she had a special surprise for me. The Petersons, who are good friends of my aunt and Derek, and Julie's parents, were going some kind of a retreat in Mexico, and they had asked me to go along. My step-mother and father said it was okay with them. Dad laughed, reminding me of the chastity device (http://www.cb-2000.com) they had locked on me, that no harm could come from my being with Julie wherever they took me. Ruth said she knew what I needed to pack, and she would fix my suitcase, so I didn't pay much attention.
On the day after Christmas the Petersons drove to our home, picked me up early in the morning and we went to the airport, boarded the plane, and flew to Mexico. There Mr. Peterson had rented a car, and we drove for about five hours, to a location near the coast. When we got to the compound, we had to go through a guarded gate. Mr. Peterson handed one man some papers while three guards, two of them women, watched us.
Finally, one of the women looked into the car and asked, "Do you two men agree to follow all of the rules and regulations during the retreat?"
"We will both comply fully," said Mr. Peterson.
She looked at me. "You too?"
"Sure," I said. "Why not?"
Julie and her mother smiled at me and we drove through the gate. One of the men had said that our assigned cabin was to the left about two hundred yards, and that the lodge was on about another half mile. We drove to the cabin not seeing any other people anywhere around. We took our suitcases inside.
"This will be your room Julie and Sam," said Mrs. Peterson. "Julie, you might want to take him in, unpack and get him ready."
I followed Julie into our room, and she shut the door wondering what 'get him ready' might mean. I was startled that there was only one large bed. That meant that I would be sleeping with Julie!!! I put my suitcase on the bed, and slowly opened it. I was really shocked when I discovered that in addition to one pair of pants, a pair of sandals, a shirt, my red speedo, two jockstraps, some underwear, my toothbrush and razor and comb, it contained my straitjacket, rope, tape, and my two gags. And there were two things I didn't recognize as mine - two little thong swimsuits.
"My mother made a mistake," I said to Julie. "Look what she packed."
"No mistake," Julie smiled. "And please take off everything you're wearing now and put on your red speedo. We need to get you ready."
"Ready for what?" I asked.
"Please just do what I ask and you'll find out. It's sort of a surprise."
Our room had its own bathroom, so I took the speedo and went inside, closed the door, and stripped, putting on the little swim suit. The chastity device really showed through the tight red lycra.
Back in the room I put my clothes in a closet and said, "Why do you want me in this? Is there a swimming pool nearby."
"Here," said Julie, "Slip on the straitjacket."
"Here, now?" I asked. "I don't think so."
"Sam," Julie sounded firm, "We don't have all day, now please cooperate and you'll find out why shortly. It's important that you do what I say or you'll ruin everything."
I didn't see how my putting on or not putting on the straitjacket would ruin anything, but I let her slip the jacket on and start buckling the straps in the back, then cinched in my arms, and straps between my legs.
"Now, are you happy?" I asked.
"Almost," she said. "Open wide."
"Not the gag too!" I almost shouted.
"I'm afraid so," she said.
"I don't think so."
"Open Sam," and she pushed the plug of the leather gag toward my mouth.
So I opened up, wondering what this was all about. She pushed in the gag, buckled it tightly behind my head, and then stepped back and looked at me. We hadn't been at the retreat half an hour and I was bound and gagged. That was sure a surprise. I hadn't expected to be tied up at all on this trip.
"Now," just sit and be quiet while I get ready," Julie said.
I sat on the bed while she changed clothes, putting on very short shorts (the weather outside was warm and humid), a small swim suit top, and sandals. Then she went to my suitcase, got my sandals, and while I sat on the bed, she put them on my feet. She went into the bathroom for a while, combed her hair, used the toilet (I guessed from the sounds I heard), and finally came out.
"We can join Mom and Dad now," Julie said. She opened the door and followed her even though I was reluctant to let the Petersons know Julie had tied me up. But then again they had seen me tied before, so we walked out into the main living room of the cabin.
There I got what was probably the biggest shock so far. Mrs. Peterson sat quietly on a davenport reading a magazine. Mr. Peterson stood on one side of the room. His hands were tied at the wrists and the rope held his hands high up over his head as it was attached to a hook in the ceiling. He was naked. He wore a gag a bit larger than mine with a padlock on it which would keep it from being opened or removed.
I must have made a sound in my gag, and both Julie and her mother laughed.
"I had better explain, Sam," Mrs. Peterson began looking up at me. "You see, Rick (that's Mr. Peterson) is my slave. We have a contract, signed over a year before we were married. I can do anything to him I want, any time. He serves me, cooks, cleans up, does errands, he does whatever I tell him. Anytime he makes a mistake, I punish him. Oh, he's not being punished now. He's just resting from the trip."
I looked over toward Mr. Peterson who looked back at me and nodded his head in agreement.
"My father's been a slave ever since I can remember," said Julie. "When I was little I used to like to snuggle up between Mom and Dad in their bed. Mom would read me stories or talk to me. Dad would lie there tied up and gagged. Mother always told me that if I was lucky, I would have a slave of my own when I grow up."
"That's where you come in, Sam," said Mrs. Peterson. "I was delighted that day at your uncle and aunt's when Rick and I found you all tied up in that chair by their swimming pool. I knew then that you were the right boy for Julie."
"I've really liked tying you up, Sam," smiled Julie. "You're my dream come true."
"Anyway, I belong to a club of women who have slaves. Our name is Women With Bondage Slaves, or WWBS for short. Our men aren't only slaves, they are slaves who we often tie up in some way - most of the men, like yourself, actually like it. We meet here once a year at this retreat. It's a great place where we have privacy. The place is used by many nudist groups, bondage clubs, transvestites, gay groups, and any other groups that needs security and privacy. We've been coming here for about six years. Julie has never been here as you can't come unless you have a slave with you. That's one of the rules."
Julie interrupted, "Now I can come and learn how to be a dominatrix like Mom!"
"She'll be a good dominatrix too," Mrs. Peterson added. "I'm going to train her and we'll start during this week. Anyway, having a slave is only one of the rules. Do you remember agreeing to obey the rules when we came into the retreat grounds, Sam?"
I nodded that I did.
"Good. Now I should tell you the rules you've agreed to. While here, you can never appear in public without being tied or restrained in some way and gagged. Any time we have visitors here in our cabin - and visitors can drop in at any time - all slaves must be strictly tied and gagged. Slaves do all the work. You will be assigned tasks in the morning and at meals. You and Rick will probably work together and at those times you will wear slave chains so that you can use your hands. You will do whatever Julie or I - or any other woman for that matter - tell you to do. You can wear nothing more than that swim suit you have on now. If you use the swimming pool, you can wear only one of the thongs, and at meals and work sessions, you can wear only your jockstrap and slave chains and of course, your gag. At night you can sleep with Julie if she wishes but you will be strictly bound and gagged - every night!. In other words, Sam, you will realize one of your fantasies that you told Julie about. You will spend the entire nine days here tied up in some way almost all of the time."
Julie sat next to me, and gave me a big hug.
"Julie," her mother instructed, "the committee members might arrive any time, so you better hang Sam next to your father. We don't want them to find us unprepared."
As Julie had me stand, she moved me over to the wall next to where her father still hung, his arms up over his head. She fixed a rope to one of the straps on the back of my straitjacket, stood on a stool, and fixed it to the second hook in the ceiling. I now had no choice but to stand next to Mr. Peterson for as long as they wanted to leave me there.
Mrs. Peterson sat quietly reading over some papers, and then looked up at me. "Sam, you will be assigned tasks while you are here, and remember, if any woman tells you to do something, you must obey immediately. There is one little problem, and that is that you aren't now really a committed slave with a permanent contract. Since you'll always be gagged, you won't be able to tell that to anyone, but technically all of the men here should be signed and sealed slaves. Julie wanted to come so badly, we hoped you would cooperate."
I nodded that I would. I didn't know what was coming, but it was certainly my fantasy come true.
Julie watched television while her mother worked on the papers. Then someone knocked on the door. Mrs. Peterson got up and let in four people, two women and two men. The women looked like nice ladies, smartly dressed, about the same age as Mrs. Peterson. They hugged and greeted each other, and Mrs. Peterson introduced the women to Julie. The men just stood there, not able to do much else. One was in a straitjacket like I was, with a red ball gag in his mouth, wearing a black speedo. The other was strapped into a series of leather harnesses that restricted all movement. His head was also strapped into a harness which held a gag in place. He was wearing a jockstrap. The women led the men into the room, moved them over next to the wall where Mr. Peterson and I stood, and they attached the men to hooks in the ceiling. While the four of us stood there, the women went into the kitchen and sat around a table talking quietly.
After about an hour, the women returned to the living room where I heard one say, "Well, Angela (Julie's mother), I think the planning has gone rather well. It should be a successful week. Now we have to change the men into their slave chains and get them to their jobs. See you at dinner."
The women unhooked the two men, and after saying good-bye they left.
Mrs. Peterson unhooked Mr. Peterson and Julie unhooked me, and Mrs. Peterson said they needed to hurry to get Mr. Peterson (Rick) and me to our work duty for dinner. Julie took me into our room, and removed the straitjacket. She left the gag, then put a chain around my waist securing it with a small lock. The waist chain had two loose chains leading off from the center. Julie brought out two leather padded wrist cuffs, and secured them around my wrists, then with small locks, locked one loose chain to each cuff securing the chain to the cuff and the cuff in place.
"These are your slave chains," she explained. "Now you can use your hands to work or to feed yourself or go to the bathroom, but can't reach the gag to release it."
Julie then handed me a jockstrap, and told me to remove the speedo, put on the jock, and get ready to go to work detail. I followed orders quickly. Then we went back to the living room where Mr. Peterson was also in slave chains and a jockstrap. Mrs. Peterson and Julie led us out to the car, and she drove us down the road to the lodge. Inside, Julie and Mrs. Peterson led us to the kitchen where there were many men working, all gagged (in anything from simple ball gags to ornate harness gags), in slave chains, and jockstraps. Two women in cooks' uniforms were giving orders. Rick Peterson and I were immediately ordered to set the tables in the dining room. It was a beautiful room, all in natural wood with tables set around. We put out table cloths, utensils, water glasses, cloth napkins, and other things like salt and pepper shakers, wine glasses and so forth.
I was then assigned to peel potatoes while Mr. Peterson began setting up the buffet line. We worked hard doing whatever the two women told us to do. We worked for a couple of hours.
At about six-thirty, women, dressed very nicely in almost formal clothes, began to arrive. The slave-men were directed to get them drinks from the bar - whatever they requested. Some carried around trays of hors d'oeuvres, others glasses of wine or water.
When the meal started, the club president announced that the women should be seated. Each slave went to his mistress and stood behind her, then we went to the buffet table and fixed salad plates and took them to our mistresses. I stood behind Julie as she ate - she looked beautiful in her bright blue dress. When she needed water, I got her more. After the salad, the women (who had looked over the buffet line earlier) told their slaves what they wished, and each slave fixed a dinner plate for his mistress. If they wanted more, we got it. Then came dessert, and whatever else each woman wanted. Finally, coffee. As the women drank their coffee or tea, they removed the gags from their slaves. We then moved to the buffet line, fixed a plate, and went to the side of the room and sat on the floor, eating with our hands/fingers. As soon as we were done, we returned to our mistresses who replaced our gags. It was then our task to bus the dishes to the kitchen, wash the dishes. Some men collected the linen and took the napkins and table cloths down a hallway to a laundry where they were washed. As the women socialized, we worked cleaning up the pots, pans, dishes, the dining room, and sweep the floor, always directed by the two women in the cooks uniforms.
When we were done, we were directed to stand along the side wall of the lodge hall while the women talked, socialized. It was almost midnight before women began taking their slave/husbands and heading for their cabins. Julie, Mrs. Peterson, Mr. Peterson and I got to our cabin about 12:30. Julie told me to go to the bathroom. She took off my gag and let me have a drink of water. Then she re-gagged me, removed my slave chains, put me in my straitjacket but leaving me in my jockstrap, and we walked out in to the living room. Mrs. Peterson was sitting on the davenport reading something. Mr. Peterson was bound, gagged, and hog-tied on the floor in front of her - she was using him as a foot-stool.
"We're going to bed now," said Julie. "I'm tired."
"Sleep well, both of you," her mother smiled. "Be sure and get him bound up tight for the night," she said to Julie.
"Don't worry, mother, " he won't be able to move much when I'm done."
Julie and I went back into our bedroom where she brought out rope and bound my legs. She put wraps of duct-tape over my gag saying that she wanted to be sure that I was quiet all night. She had me lay on the bed, and then tied my legs in a very strict hog-tie. Then she blind-folded me with more tape. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to like nine days of this, but it was far too late to do much about it at this point.
I lay on the bed listening to Julie move around the room. Finally she got into bed with me, I heard her turn off the lights, and she snuggled up next to me, her hand caressing my bound body, touching my face, and finally resting on my jockstrap pouch where she fingered the chastity device through the stretched fabric. She drifted off to sleep. I slept off and on, wondering what the next day would bring.
Sam
story continues in Sam's Diary 22&23
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