My friendship with Eric lasts for more than ten years. As his boyfriend doesn’t share his kicks for bondage, Eric and I write, mail and now and then meet eachother. Eric likes to be tied up …. And so do I …. When we write (nowadays mail) we like to instruct eachother. When I had bought a videocamera Eric instructed me to prepare a block of ice with the key of a large padlock in it. He ordered me to freeze the key in my own piss …. And so I did. Alone at home (I ‘m living together with a lover who ‘likes’ bondage but first of all leather) I started the camera and put the ‘iceblock’ in a large armysack. As instructed I tied my feet together and got myself into the sack. Eric had written that I had to put the padlock trough the eyelets on the sack so I started …. And hesitated …. I might be in the sack for at least an hour, maybe longer …. To encourage myself I grabbed the titclamps, attached them and wrapped some rope around my wrists, like Eric would have done if he was with me …. And all I was doing now was to be checked by Eric on the videotape …. I just had to close the padlock …. I undid my wrists from the rope and took the padlock for the second time. I lead it trough the eyelets but again I was afraid to close it …. Then I started licking the iceblock ….

 

I wrote Eric about my hesitations. He simply wrote I had to do it again, but for some reasons that didn’t happen. He got a new job, we had to move and it took some time before Eric and I had a date. Preparing for our date I reviewed the videotape and decided I had to do it all over. As I had less time alone to do so, I decided to greet Eric in a special way to compensate the incomplete videotape. Usually when we meet we tell eachother what to wear and what to prepare …. The last time I had met him I had sent him two padlocks and instructions. Before he left home, he had to connect the end of a chain to his cock and had to put the other end trough a hole in the pocket of an old jacket. Then he had to lock his wrist to the end of the chain …. Chained like this, all the way to me (by train and by bus about an hour) he had to keep his hand in his pocket and could only use one hand …. When he arrived I checked the connections …. Freed his cock and chained his hands on his back …. That day he left, leaving me two open padlocks of which he had the keys at home …. I had to store them for our next meeting. I placed them in the cupboard in the bathroom and all times I needed something from that cupboard I was reminded of him having the keys.

 

For our date this time he instructed me to whiten an old levi. It had to have white spots in the cross and on the back. He also instructed me to put the key to the house under the doormat and lock myself in the garage with the two padlocks as a final ‘closer’. He warned me that he would arrive ‘somewhere’ in the morning and that I might had to stay in my position for several hours ….

 

Then my friend accidently read Eric instructions and was furious. Placing the key under the doormat was (also to my opinion) impossible and doing ‘it’ in the garage could be heard by the neighbours …. I wrote Eric we’d better start ‘normal’ (cup of coffee) for a change and he agreed.

 

The failure with the armysack in mind I decided to surprise Eric and give him the opportunity for a revenge. So in the early morning when my friend had gone to work, I took the two padlocks …. I started with a collar and closed it with one of the padlocks. On the ring in the front of the collar I attached the key to my hyatt-handcuffs. Then I attached the handcuffs behind my back to the middle lus of my levi with the second padlock. The moment I would close the handcuffs around my wrists I could only escape by cutting the lus …. About an hour before his arrival I closed them. I could still walk trough the house but had to be cautious on the stairs. A quarter before the moment he would arrive, I went downstairs and watch the path to the frontdoor from the study.

 

There he was. He rang, I opened the door and quickly stepped back not to be seen by passing neighbours. ‘I thought I owed you one’ I said to Eric. He didn’t say a word but immediately got out of his trousers to reveale his combatpants …. Then he started inspecting me, checking the way I had used his locks. He got some titclamps out of his luggage and started taring my shirt, thus freeing my tits. The clamps went on and he adjusted them to high pressure …. Then he went to the kitchen and returned with a towel that he used to blindfold me. He played with the titclamps, forced me down till I lay on the floor. In his luggage he had two postsacks. He tied my feet with a rope and draw one of the sacks over my feet. The sack had metal triangle shaped hooks on top and reached to my middle. Then he forced my head and body in the other sack, and connected all hooks …. I was completely sacked!

 

After about half an hour he allowed me to escape and we went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Then he told me he had not brougth the keys of his padlocks. I told him I would torture him to get them, but he had been serious about the keys. Because we should have a normal start, he had left them at home …. My hands were already freed by cutting the lus but the collar had to stay on …. He decided to force the padlock and we went to the garage where he used the ironsaw I had. The most comfortable position for the sawing was laying on my motorbike and of course he tied my hands to it, while working on the lock. It took him at least ten minutes to crash the lock and finally the collar was off …. He untied me and I started grabbing him. A few moments later the collar was on his neck and padlocked ….

 

As it is always a temptation to do things that are forbidden I decided to tie him to the motorbike in the garage. But first I closed his mouth with tape …. After a little torture of his nipples I decided to take him to the attick, where I had placed the armybag I used for the videotape ….

 

I put him in and used the huge padlock to lock him in. As I know he’s a bit afraid for the sack so I told him I would keep him there only for five minutes, which I did. With sweat on his face he came out and breathed heavily. As he was only wearing the collar he could force me into the sack and after closing the padlock he started grabbing some rope to tighten me more and more …. He really tightened the ropes around the sack. I felt his pleasure doing this and loved it ….

 

Freed after what seemed to be more than half an hour it was my turn to really get him …. He had not seen my ‘dungeon’ yet, so I covered his eyes …. The dungeon has a cage (80 x 80 x 80 centimeters), a cell, a bondagebench and lots op rope ….