Eight Days in a Binding Contract
By Bobbie
Chapter 1: Introductions and background
Greetings. My name is Robert, friends and acquaintances call me Bob, close friends and relatives, including Mike, call me Bobbie. Sir Michael calls me Bitch when he is providing commands or instructions, he sometimes calls me Cunt or Pussy when he is administering discipline or is otherwise displeased with me. Mike, that is, Sir Michael served as my Dominant for a long week last May. He had me keep a daily journal of my trials detailing my training, lessons, and bondage so later I could fondly remember the pleasures and pains of my servitude. Subsequently, at his suggestion, I transcribed the journal into a narrative. From his training I have learned, often via a paddle, that suggestions from a Master are very similar to commands. Plus, knowing that he has retained photographs of some of my lessons, suitable for exploitation on social media, serves as an additional encouragement to comply. My original attempt to write about the events that transpired were accurate and detailed but was somewhat dry to read. Sir Michael wants me to share my experience with others as they may relish reading about my servitude, training and suffering. So also at his suggestion, I have rewritten that narrative into a chronicle in a story style so that it is a better read and captures the timeline and activity details as well as the exhilaration and dialog missing from the original document.
For the record, this is a true story. The events are as accurate as my memory allows as it has been nearly a year since they transpired. The dialog too is as close as I can remember but it wasn't written down as it was spoken. Sir, I am sorry if I misquote you, I know that would not please you. FYI, Sir Michael and I hold the two primary roles in this journal, there were other players, but I do not know their identities.
About us, I am a 46-year-old, straight, happily married white male with three children. I am a Chief Operating Officer (COO) for a moderate size manufacturing company in North Carolina. My loving wife is a high school science teacher. I am 5 feet 10 inches tall and weigh approximately 180 pounds. I am of average build with a minimum gut. I have all my hair. My circumcised member is just average, some would say it's on the smaller side of average, but it is fully functional and gets the job done. I go to the gym five days a week, but I am not muscular, and I do not look overly trim. Just an average guy.
Sir Mchael is a 48-year-old gay unattached white male with no children, living in a lovely condo in San Diego. He is an independent licensed financial planner from which he earns a good income. He also runs a massage business out of his home, serving both gay and straight men, providing extra cash but bordering on a hobby status. Sir is about the same size as me, 5 feet 10 inches tall and weight is also approximately 180 pounds. A little less hair than me and maybe a little more gut. He walks each day and rides his bike to keep fit. Where he is special is his circumcised member. It is huge by my limited standards. HUGE. A good 5 inches soft and nearly 8 inches hard with a substantial circumference of 5 1/2 inches. No exaggeration. A member to be proud of and tough to handle.
Sir Michael and I have been friends since I was a sophomore and he was a junior in college. We were roommates in his senior year. I knew he was gay, and he knew I was straight. We never had any sexual interactions together, but we did have some fantastic discussions about both of our lifestyles. He was just learning about his and I was beginning my relations with my first long-term girlfriend, who became my wife. We have remained lifelong best friends.
From as early as my teen years I had bondage fantasies; both of me being bound and of me binding females. Nothing violent or forced. Who knows why I had these feelings. I have gotten to explore these urges with my wife. She doing me, me doing her. Over the years I have assembled a chest full of restraints and electro and bondage toys. However the reality is, my wife isn't really into it, gets no real enjoyment of doing me or vice versa, so now I look to satisfy the need in other ways. Primarily in the last few years I have switched to self-bondage when she is not around. I also enjoy surfing the web occasionally for bondage stories and pictures, nothing excessive. About once a year she still surprises me with a session of doing me, to which I am very grateful. I know she gets nothing out of it, but she does look amazingly hot in her black garters, stockings and corset.
Sir Michael and I have had discussions about my bondage fetish since our college days. He was the one who suggested exploring self-bondage a good while back. About a year or two ago I started to enjoy reading bondage stories that involved a dominant/submissive relationship. Male on Female, Female on Male, Male on Male, Female on Female. The stories really seem to get me aroused. In my job and most other activities, I have always had the leadership role, the one in charge, the one making the decisions, a Type A guy. Not to be egotistical, but I am a good and successful leader. There is lots of pressures that come with that role and that can wear on you. When bound and secured, I feel a release, a feeling of NOT being in charge, of NOT having to make a decision, a feeling of NOT being able to control or stop what is happening. That is a very pleasurable feeling, a great release. When I add the fantasy of a subservient element to the bondage, then it's... oh wow, fireworks! Obviously, I can't add this into my self-bondage other than in my mind.
During one of our phone chats on this subject, Mike, now Sir Michael, jokingly asked if I wanted him to be my 'daddy' and that he would be happy to stroke my butt. Of course, I dismissed this out of hand, but it did plant a seed.
The submissive bondage fantasy I have is that of being forced while in bondage to do things I do not otherwise want to do. This could be taking punishments or tortures of sorts, or it could even be having to unwillingly suck a dick or be pegged in the butt. Now, realize without question, I have no interest in, and I am not aroused by two men engaged in sex. But being forced to do it while in restrictive bondage, now that is interesting, exciting.
And so, discussions with Sir Michael began. He offered, as a friend, to be willing to serve as a Dominant over me should I come out to visit. We talked a lot over several weeks. Our discussions certainly included what excited me about bondage and the BDSM lifestyle. Generally, my ideas were from stories I had read or pictures I had seen. In most cases it was nothing I had personal experienced enjoying. We also talked about limits and safety. He asked if I minded if he chatted with his friends to get additional ideas and information on the subject. That was no issue with me. I now realize they offered him more than just some simple suggestions. I think one of the best ideas taken from his friends was that Sir Michael suggested we prepare a contract between us should we decide to proceed that would outline our needs, wants, agreements, limits and safety. It would be both a set of rules and a roadmap of how I might best experience my fantasies. He found a free contract example to build on from Dom Sub Living on the internet. From there he got a free down-loadable, editable contract that provided both core elements of a dominate/submissive relationship and a list of activities common to these relationships. Sir Michael downloaded the contract, polished and added lots of text to it and asked for a list of my desires, fantasies, likes, dislikes, and hard limits to include in it. I sent him what he asked, and I began planning a solo week vacation to San Diego. How else could I safely satisfy my fantasies?
Chapter 2: A Contract Signing Upon Arrival
About two months later, I flew a one-stop from Charlotte through Dallas to San Diego. In my luggage was a selection of toys and restraints from my collection that were favorites of mine. While waiting for my luggage at Baggage Claim I slipped into the restroom and affixed a plastic encasing chastity device around my privates, locking it in place. I thought my new master would want me delivered this way. He picked me up in his Jeep at Arrivals Pickup, there we gave each other an old friend's hug, then I handed him the key to my chastity lock without explanation asking him to please not lose it, and we headed to his home. The ride was pleasant, but I could tell he was already stepping into his role as his voice was firmer than his usual jovial tone and he certainly didn't help me with putting my luggage in the car. Maybe he was just a little apprehensive of this new role to play.
We arrived at his abode, I brought my bags into the house, and he immediately directed me to his kitchen table. There sat two copies of the 'Servitude Contract" and a pen. "Sit" I was directed. Sir Michael then read aloud the contract to me, line by line. Here is the contract, note, it's a long read:
A Servitude Contract
Enter into between
Sir Master Michael