This is Your Life

This is Your Life
by Studbound
This is Your Life By Studbound
Paramiz Arkadian, who everyone knew simply as Pat, was a happily married man, forty-five years old, who lived in the Dallas area. Tall at over six feet, but muscular and dark, he weighed about two hundred pounds, had black piercing eyes, and a warm smile that immediately marked him as friendly and sociable. For a living, he operated a resort in a secluded area south of the city – one that had been generally very profitable. He had a wife, had been married for over twenty years, and together they had three sons ranging in age from fourteen to eighteen. His wife was a charming woman one year his junior. Her bright blue eyes and delightful disposition made her popular and together the Arkadians were socially active around the city.

In their private lives, the Arkadians belonged to the Greater Dallas/Fort Worth Couples Bondage Society. The club met monthly for discussions, demonstrations, workshops or potluck dinners. At every other meeting, one member of each couple was expected to arrive restrained in some way. The big annual event was the general meeting during which one member of the club was singled out for recognition of some sort. Nobody knew who the "guest of honor would be," and the person selected was always surprised and honored in some way.

At the last annual meeting, the Arkadians along with about three hundred other club members gathered in the small auditorium which they rented at a recreation center in one of the city’s suburbs. There they sat attentively as the club carried on its business which was managed quickly by the club president, a woman named Josephine Vernadski who was helped by her husband, Vladus. Then Josephine turned the meeting over to the entertainment committee and everyone waited to see who would be tapped as the guest of honor that night. It was, of course, Paramiz Arkadian.

Everyone cheered when Thomas Shimler read out the name and two committee members escorted the somewhat embarrassed, and clearly reluctant, Pat Arkadian up onto the stage and then off into the wings. 

"While he’s being prepared," said Shimler; "I will let you know that tonight we are going to present Pat with the telling of his life story. It will be our rendition of ‘This Is Your Life.’ We have brought together some of Pat’s friends from throughout his life and together we will tell you his story. Getting him ready has taken a little longer than we thought, said thomas Shimler stalling with a few jokes. "The crew tells me that Pat is resisting a little, but they are dealing with him." There were a few more pauses, and then Shimler got a signal from another crew member.. "And now, I think he’s ready so if the committee will bring him out."

Three committee members slowly maneuvered a chair on wheels out onto the stage. Sitting on it was Paramiz Arkadian – stripped to a black leather thong, bound in a tan canvas straitjacket, gagged with a large red ball gag, legs held with binders and strapped into the chair so that he could only wiggle and squirm. When the audience saw the guest of honor, they cheered, whistled and clapped. Pat looked back and squirmed and wiggled straining against the bonds and probably would have protested had it not been for the gag.

"Pat Arkadian," shouted Thomas Shimler, "This is your life!" Everyone cheered again.

"You were born right here in Dallas forty-five years ago to Maria and Omar Arkadian who themselves has immigrated to the United States from Turkey only five years earlier. You grew up an only child in a downtown part of Dallas where you had a number of friends among the neighbors."

At that point an off-stage voice came over the public address system: "Pat was my best friend for years. We went to school together, and I was the first person who Pat ever tied up. We started with a little rope, and in time progressed to where Pat could have me hog-tied and gagged in a matter of minutes."

"Yes, Pat, It’s your old friend and playmate, Donald Schultz."

Don Schultz ran out from the wings, went over to Pat, patted him on the back, and smiled. "I will never forget the many times we played tie-up games. Always it was me who Pat trussed up, and sometimes he left me for my older sister or mother to untie. Sometimes I had to stay overnight at his house when my parents were away, and always Pat kept me bound and gagged all night. He really became an expert at how to tie people up."

"Did you ever turn the tables and tie Pat up?" asked Thomas.

"Never. Pat was the one with the rope and the tape. I often said I should tie him up sometime, but it never seemed to happen. But he was good to me, and I liked it when he bound me, so I didn’t complain."

"You moved away just about the time the two of you would have gone to high school didn’t you?" asked Thomas

"Yes, it was sad. We almost never saw each other after that. I missed Pat and our games, but my parents had to move."

"Then Pat went to high school where he met Celia."

"Pat and I were close right from the start," came the off-stage voice. "There was just something about him that I loved."

"It’s your wife, Celia, who you met in high school."

"Pat and I dated for all four year that we were at Wilson High School. Teen-aged sweethearts from the start and to the present. And he slowly taught me to adore bondage. I can’t tell you how many times we went out with me sitting next to him in the car with me tied and gagged. I always wondered what people would think if they saw me. We would go to some secluded place and make-out and … well, you know. You see, Pat had a car which was nice. It wasn’t much, but it got us around. He earned the money working on odd jobs, and it was great to have a way to get off by ourselves. And best of all, Pat taught me the magicof the tight crotch rope. Sometimes if his folks were away, he would bind and gag me and leave me in his basement to enjoy the crotch rope while he went off to work. I just adored him."

"And you’ve been happily married now for over twenty years?"

"Yes – twenty-one happy years and three wonderful sons."

"Well, we’ll get to them a bit later. Did you ever tie Pat up?

"Oh, never. He convinced me that bondage was something that men did to women, not the opposite. I’ve been happy with that arrangement."

"Next, you and Pat went off to college."

"I was Pat’s roommate in the dormitory," came a new off-stage voice. "I knew Pat liked bondage right from the start. He had copies of magazines showing men and women tied and gagged in so many different ways, and he extolled the pleasures of tight inescapable bondage. Finally I let him bind and gag me once, and I liked it. After that, whenever Celia was going to pay a visit, Pat would tie me up, hog-tie me, gag me, blindfold me, and leave me on my bed while he and Celia had private moments on his side of the room. Over the four years that we shared that room in the dorm, I lost count of how many nights I slept in blissful bondage thanks to Pat."

"It’s your college room-mate – Corry Robinson, here from New York."

Corry came out onto the stage where he stood next to Pat and went on, "Pat was the founder of the University’s bondage club and before our four years were over we had a membership of over seventy-five men and women. It was quite a success. Pat gave lessons on how to properly bind and gag your partner, and he was good at it. We all learned a lot from him and I understand that the club is still there with over two hundred members now."

"Yes, and many of the past members are now members of this organization – right audience?"

There were shouts and cheers from throughout the audience indicating agreement.

"Pat and Celia married during their last year at the University, and Pat got a job working for a travel agency."

"Yes, Pat came to work with us, and he also introduced everyone in the office to bondage. Some found it distasteful, but most soon became involved. I remember one office party where he used some of the secretaries as decorations, tying them up with their hands over their heads, stripped to thongs, scattered around the room. Of course, we all adored Pat, and wondered what he would come up with next."

"It’s your fellow-worker, Irma Gonzales."

Irma, a stout woman, moved out from the wings, and stood next to Pat. "Pat really kept things moving in the office, and he taught us about nude beaches, gay cruises, and places where we could send bondaage-inclined clients to people who would treat them to a few hours or a few days of bondage and discipline. I remember when he sent me on a surprise vacation to a male dominant who kept me bound for forty-eight hours! It was wonderful."

"Did any of you ever tie Pat up?" asked Thomas.

"No, it’s always been Pat who did the tying. He’s so good at it that we let him show us his talents."

"At home," Thomas continued, "Pat and Celia had three boys."

"I remember the first time I went into the bedroom and found mother all tied up. I was maybe five or six years old. Dad explained that it was a game that they played, and that she wasn’t hurt, but having fun. I wanted to have fun too, but Dad said I had to wait until I was a little older. At age twelve, he tied me up for the first time. My little brothers were green with envy which made me even happier. And it was a celebration for each of us – on our twelfth birthday we got to be tied up by Dad. I was sixteen when all three of us sat bound and gagged in chairs together for the first time. Dad really knew his stuff when it came to binding us – never did any of us escape."

"It’s your oldest son, John and his brothers Jack and Jim."

The three handsome boys walked out on the stage to their father’s side, each kissing him on the forehead when they got to his chair.

"I was the last to get to have dad tie me up," said Jim. "I was so unhappy when I saw how much my older brothers liked it but Dad had that rule – no tie-ups until we were twelve. Then we started tying each other up too, but nobody did it like Dad did."

"Did you ever see your father tied up?"

"Never," said all three boys together. "It was always us or mother who spent time bound and gagged. But we enjoyed it, and nobody ever complained."

"And that’s what got Pat thinking – the combination of the joy others had for bondage and his work at the travel agency. Taking a risk, Pat got a hefty loan and bought a run-down camp a few miles out in the country. He turned it into a resort which advertised ‘forced relaxation.’ Pat staffed it with young men and women who would take guests, and see to it that while at the resort they had no choice but to relax while they were on the premises."

"We welcome our guests when they arrive, and then take away their clothes, leaving them in a very brief thong. Next, depending on their request which is submitted before they arrive, along with a long questionnaire, they are restrained and kept that way for the duration of their stay. We offer other services too – of a very personal nature. We’ve built up a steady clientele now of over five hundred people who come back again and again, sometimes more than once a year. And there are always new people showing up – sometimes for one and two weeks or even longer."

"Here she is, Madori Mikimoto who manages your resort."

The elegant Japanese women walked slowly out onto the stage, bent over and kissed Pat on the forehead. "We have a staff now of twenty men and women who take care of clients, and I must say, we do a wonderful job. It’s been a great success."

"Does Pat ever come to the resort for its services?"

"Never. He does come and check that things are going well. Pat runs a tight ship, and he is very critical if things aren’t just the way he wants them. More than once he’s dressed down one or more of the employees and even fired a few if they weren’t up to his standard."

"Well," said Thomas smiling, "that brings us up to the present. With a successful marriage, three great sons, and a thriving business, not to mention starting a going club at the college and service as a long-time member of this club, we thought it was about time that we honored Pat Arkadian."

The audience cheered while Pat looked back.

"Madori, what is the challenge that the resort makes to guests – the one that catches everyone’s attention?"

"Do you mean the ‘Fortnight of Forced Relaxation?’"

"Exactly – fourteen days bound and gagged with nothing to do – tightly restrained and kept away from everyone and everything in a cool dark room. Has anyone attempted to complete the Fortnight of forced Relaxation?"

"Two men have attempted it – one quit after three days, the other lasted almost a week. It’s really almost a joke – nobody actually takes it seriously. It’s like a restaurant that offers you a free meal if you can eat it all including a 72-ounce steak in one hour. Hardly anyone even thinks seriously of doing it."

"Well, here at the Greater Dallas/Fort Worth Couples Bondage Society we take it seriously." Turning to Pat, Thomas said, "To reward you for your faithful service to this club and your life of bondage adventures, Pat Arkadian, we have bought for you the famous ‘Fortnight of Forced Relaxation’ at your own club. You will be taken from here still in that straightjacket and gag, put in the trunk of Midori’s car – transferred to your resort where the staff will keep you in maximum bondage for the next two weeks. You will be the first to complete the Fortnight of Forced Relaxation – and a well deserved vacation on your part."

As he listened to Thomas, Pat became increasingly agitated – squirming in his chair, almost fighting the straitjacket. He made sounds into and around the gag shaking his head.

"Yes everyone, I can tell how excited Pat is anticipating his vacation – the first vacation that he has taken in many years."

"I know dad will love every minute of it," said Jack.

"And the staff is ready to see that he spends the entire time fully bound," said Midori. "Some of them have told me privately that they can hardly wait to have the boss here all trussed up and under their control."

Pat was then straining against the bonds, trying to move his legs and free his arms from the restrictions of the straitjacket.

"It’s a wonderful gift," said Celia. I know Pat won’t know how to thank you enough."

As the crew moved the still bound and gagged Pat Arkadian off the stage and out to Midori’s waiting car, everyone heard him attempt to scream through the gag, undoubtedly wanting to call out his thanks for the honor they had bestowed on him.
 
 

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