The captive’s revenge.
A while ago I reported on a session with Bondophile at which, with his agreement he was held captive in a lot of rainwear and in some very tight bondage.
I know how much he enjoyed the session, as much as me. What I had not realised was just how miffed he was that he couldn’t escape as he prides himself on his Houdini skills.
Needless to say as he had been kind enough to share with me a lot of his techniques I was, along with many layers of rainwear and a HUGE amount of bondage, to keep him captive.
He and I discuss scenarios all of the time and one of them is that we go fishing (the sitting beside the bank dressed in rainwear not the trawler kind of fishing) where we could both be legitimately dressed to thrill and I’d tie him up and then down in some style.
Thus I’d be able to respond to fellow anglers who always ask the same thing “caught anything yet?” With “yes, just the one”. Not adding of course that the “one” was a distinguished gentleman from Scotland dressed head to toe in rubber and PVC, booted, buckled, belted, hooded, gagged and tied up and that should they want proof, they simply had to look in my bivvy!
Another scenario for Bondophile at least, is where he gets captured by real fishermen, the kind who wear Helly Hansen gear for work and not fun (though personally I just don’t see how you can wear this kind of stuff and it NOT be fun!
The fishermen restrain him for some reason, but not totally and then in punishment for him trying to escape they wrap him in a fishing net and tie him up properly.
A lot of our scenarios have a similar theme and central to this is Helly Hansen Nusfjord gear, boots, hoods and bondage.
And so, as is the way of these things we ended up arranging a day out, I say a day as this particular event was tabled to last 24 hours. We’d both become quite enamoured with the idea of dressing up as fishermen and him being bound in all sorts of gear and then finally wrapped and bound in a fishing net.
Well lo and behold there are a couple based down in Hastings who offer just such a scenario, not cheap as they really are fishermen and have a bona fire fishing boat. But because the EU are idiots over British fishermen being able to fish in British waters there are many days where the boat is laid up and can’t work.
These two enterprising bondage enthusiasts just happen to be co-owners of this boat and through Recon we got into contact.
They suggested an 8AM start which would allow me and them to keep Bondophile captive for 24 hours in a variety of positions - some gentle some very strenuous indeed. All of which suited me as he’d be the one getting all of the bondage - the lucky bugger.
Dave and Rob, the fishermen asked us to write an email to them explaining pretty much what we’d like to happen and that they would then ensure that most or maybe even all of it would happen but, and with this they sought our permission, with some of their own input and desires acted out. They asked us not to collude too much or share with each other what we wanted so as to preserve an element of surprise.
What I asked for was that both of us turn up, dressed head to toe as fishermen, park the car, embark and off we set as if we are on a regular fishing trip.
After having set sail, with very little reason and virtually no discussion Bondophile would be taken downstairs for a pre-agreed bondage session.
Two of us (the third being focussed on skippering the boat) would then tie Bondophile up, head to toe having gagged and blindfolded him, wrap him in a fishing net and tie him to the physical structure of the boat.
He would, as ever, try to escape and any sign of escape or the loosening of his bonds would simply result in me applying more and more until he lost the ability to move totally and became at one with the boat.
People who play the kind of games Bondophile and I do fall, in my experience, into two main categories. There are those who fantasise a lot and are VERY specific about what they want and leave no room for play or creativity. These people often don’t turn up for sessions and are, frankly, a bit of a drag. Then there are the other who will have some idea, often quite specific, about what they want but once the dressing up has taken place and the bondage starts, are happy with whatever happens thereafter.
Both Bondophile and I fit into the latter category and pretty much anything goes.
I collected Bondophile at home and we dispensed with any fun and games for the journey apart from being properly dressed for the 24 hours. I had my Helly Hansen Voss suit on inside out, two nylon Portwest boiler suits and the full bib ‘n’ braces and jacket Nusfjord ensemble in yellow. Plus of course waders.
Every inch the fisherman apart from the fact that my gear was impeccably clean.
I actually have no idea what Bondophile had on underneath his HH Nusfjord gear, but outwardly he and I were identically dressed.
The drive from Bondophile’s place in London was easy and very pleasant, with us discussing a lot of matters including a lot of discussion about the forthcoming 24 hours. It’s fair to say, and to use a very common phrase, that when we arrived at the appointed place in Hastings, we were both gagging for it!
Dave and Rob met us at the car park and helped us carry our cases, we’d both packed for a combination of overnight stay and with extra rainwear just in case. I also had my iPad and so on as I intended to clear off a lot of work whilst sitting below desk in my finery watching over my captive.
Once on board we stashed our stuff below deck, which was surprisinginly spick and span and the four of us sat down and chatted over coffee.
Dave, who was very obviously in charge, explained how he and Rob saw the next 24 hours unfold and added that unless we actually wanted to, we would not set sail as that was a bit of a faff and also that for the bondage they had planned, both of them would be needed. This seemed totally reasonable to both of us and so we agreed, no need to sail as Bondophile’s experience of being tied up by fishermen on a boat would still come true even when docked!
And so, with very little delay we agreed the session would start and what the safe word/phrase would be. Once again we decided that as Bondophile would be gagged for a good portion of the time the old “humming the national anthem” system would work just fine.
Dave then announced that the session had started and, clearly in control (with my agreement) instructed Bondophile to undress down to total nakedness!
This was the first deviation from from we’d both expected and I was very interested to see what would happen next. What happened was a number of things.
First off Bondophile was told to go to the toilet and make every effort to “empty himself” as this would be his last opportunity to do so “unsupervised”.
He did and came back looking somewhat sheepish - not a surprise given he was a stark bollock naked Scotsman who’d just had a shit in the company of three fishermen decked out in yellow HH gear.
Rob summoned Bondophile over and knelt in front of him and deftly applied some very firm bondage to his genitals. With penis and testicles tightly tied Bondophile was then given a choice of “nappy or no nappy”. He, foolishly in my opinion chose no nappy and was then invited to get dressed exactly as he had been before.
This included a skin tight rubber catsuit, his Helly Hansen Voss suit, waders and then his Helly Hansen Nusfjord kit.
With me watching and, with all parties agreement, taking photos and videos of the entire event, they set about “preparing him” as they put it.
With the hoods down on both Voss and Nusfjord jackets they first confirmed the safeword procedure and then set about him with an efficiency I admire. They’d clearly done this before and it was fascinating to watch.
First off they inserted foam rubber ear-plugs - the kind issued at noisy events such as Grands Prix and then gagged him. The gag was serious but not onerous as they first inserted a quite sizeable piece of sponge into his mouth and with the ability to speak removed they wrapped his face in cling film. Bondophile is heavily bearded and it was odd seeing his beard compressed to his face and I thought immediately that he was in for an itchy old time with that gag on.
Having wrapped his face they then wrapped the rest of his head leaving his nose very clearly exposed and thus leaving him the ability to breath freely and also hum the national anthem.
Shortly after that I saw the real reason for the cling film - duck tape! The got to work with his head with admirable effort and energy wrapping it around from the forehead down to the jaw - leaving the nose alone and then in an even more impressive show of intent that he would not escape - wrapped his head under his jaw and over the head. The result was a head with a nose and the rest being white duck tape. Very impressive indeed.
Next they set about his hands with the same meticulous attention to detail they had shown with his head. First they put a black rubber gloves and then they wrapped his hand totally in cling film - I could already see where this was going!
With even more attention to detail they wrapped his hand in duck tape - starting by binding his pinkie to the finger next - two wraps, then those two bound fingers to the next - two wraps and so on. By the time they got to his thumb they’d wrapped so much tape around his hand and wrist he looked like he was wearing a white boxing glove. They repeated the exercise with his other hand and stood back to admire their work and to let me take a couple of pictures.
A close up revealed just how aroused Bondophile was already and I rather enjoyed the fact that he’d be tied up even more for quite a long time and whilst he would experience some very serious sexual enjoyment as a result, he’d also be very frustrated as I’d instructed Dave and Rob that I wanted Bondophile tied with such severity he literally would not be able to move a muscle.
They then lead Bondophile over to a very stout part of the boat’s structure that went from floor to ceiling but had clearly been prepared for just such activity as it was heavily padded with a kind of pillow arrangement at the top that could be adjusted. I guessed this was to ensure their “guest” could be secured, head and all, without experiencing difficulty or too much discomfort.
Guiding Bondophile to reverse onto the pole they pulled his arms behind him and the pole and with the roping skills you’d expect from professional sailors/fishermen, tied his wrists very securely indeed. Even at this stage in the bondage it was my estimate that he’d not be able to escape.
And then came a simply glorious exercise in bondage application, one that was truly wonderful to observe - so wonderful that I was properly aroused just photographing and observing.
They started at the top and in turn tied him up and then tied him to the pole. No fewer that eight lengths of rope tied his torso up and to the pole and the same number for legs and lower body. By the time they’d finished there was actually very little HH Nusfjord to be seen and a heck of a lot of rope. And needless to say there was no way he was going anywhere.
In fact when they stopped, stood back and stated they were done I was perfectly happy but puzzled by two things. I’d asked that they wrap his bound body in a heavy fisherman’s net, which they had not and they had not secured his head to the pole.
Gently, as I didn’t want to offend, I enquired as to the absence of both and was told that in fact Bondophile had arranged a small surprise of his own and they would now be getting around to that.
Sensing that this involved me in some way I tensed slightly and had my worst fears and wildest dreams at the same time confirmed by Dave who told me that Bondophile had requested I be tied up exactly as he had been.
Dave made it clear that they’d been paid separately by Bondophile for this service and they intended to carry it out whatever my wish.
Now of course, sitting there dressed from head to toe in HH Nusfjord with my own waders on, excited to the point of bursting at what I’d just witnessed and I am told the same fate is to befall me! Did I agree, of course I did, willingly.
I too was told to undress, make myself comfortable and come back. As I had my own genitals tied up I was offered a nappy and seeing the predicament they’d placed Bondophile in, opted to have one and experienced the exquisite humiliation of having an adult nappy fitted by Dave.
I dressed again and they set about me in exactly the same way as they had Bondophile - with one very odd difference - I could see no pole to which I could be similarly tied.
Once they had me with earplugs and my head bound, with hands immobilised in the same way as Bondophile’s, I learned why there was no need for a second pole.
After having my wrists very securely tied behind my back I was guided gently forward and placed face to face with the tightly bound figure of Bondophile.
They set about tying me up from ankles to shoulders in a way that frankly I have never been tied before, strict does not begin to describe the quality of the bondage yet such was their skill it was wonderfully comfortable.
Then came what they both agreed later was not in either script but was their plan all along, they tied me, face to face, to Bondophile.
Ropes all up and down our combined bodies pulled together and so tightly we were two men become one.
Now, Bondophile is a gay man and I am not, but as I have often stated when I am tied up I care little for these labels and consider myself to be free.
I don’t mind saying that the feeling of being face to face, in my gear and trussed so tightly I could not move, was fantastic.
However, Dave and Rob had clearly not finished as they then manoeuvred our faces together ensuring noses didn’t clash and were free, and then used a simply HUGE amount of tape to bind our heads together and finally to the pole.
Now it sounds like a cliche but, just when I thought the bondage could not get any tighter, they started to wrap our combined bodies and pole in fishing net.
We stayed bound together for a long time and I am happy to admit that such was my level of arousal that the nappy was put to very good use, twice, in catching the results of my orgasm!
The feeling of disappointment at being untied later that evening was significant and I longed to be tied up again.
Dave and Rob then provided a very enjoyable evening meal at which they asked both Bondophile and I if they could tie us up again - but not to a script!
We both readily agreed but that is another story to be told another day.