Formal Fetish

Sometimes a boy can get cocky. Put him in his place. Remind him of who he is, who’s in charge, and what his duties are.

I chatted to a bondage Dom a couple of years ago on Recon. He has the most amazing collection of pics of boys he’s tied and we arranged to meet up. This was when I was just making a start in the world of kink and I got nervous and cancelled our meet. We chatted again last year and I suggested another session but he wasn’t biting. Perfectly understandable of course as I had flaked on him first time around. In the meantime a friend of mine ended up having a session with him and told me how much fun it was.

Fast forward to last week and we started chatting again. To my delight and excitement he agreed to a session. I was to go over to his on Friday after work. He messaged me that afternoon to confirm I was still available. “Absolutely, there’s no way I’m cancelling on you again”. “Good lad” was the reply. So after a looooong and busy week I made my way over to his that evening. We were still messaging through recon and I was to let him know when I was nearly there and he would give me the number of his house. But then all of sudden the app kept crashing. All I could think was I finally get to have a session with him, the app won’t work and he’ll think I’ve flaked again. I’ll never get the chance again. Thankfully though it started working again …

I went in and he we chatted for a bit before the chair was produced and I’m gagged and tied tightly to it. Absolutely no way of escaping from it. I had also been told not to wear my Holy Trainer. Friday was day 34 without cumming. He rubbed his hands all over my suited body, my cock hard underneath. Then I was untied, stripped, ankle and wrist cuffs were put on and I was tied back down to the chair again. The ball gag was taken out and a penis shaped one was put it. I was collared and blindfolded too. Then he began to play and tease my body. I have incredibly sensitive nipples and he enjoyed playing with them as I moaned and writhed in pleasure. He would put his knee in between my legs against my crotch and all I could do was try and hump it to get some relief. The teasing went on and on for about 30 mins but felt like forever.

After that I was untied and wondered what was to come next, wondering if I was going to get to cum. I was led into the bedroom pushed down onto the bed. The gag was removed which felt like a bit of relief but it wasn’t to last for long. I was pushed down onto my back and tied spread eagle. He stood up, slid back the wardrobe door and took something out which I couldn’t see. He sat over me and then I saw it, a roll of tape. He ripped some off and taped my mouth tight. It was my first time experiencing it and I loved it. Then he reached for the bedside drawer, took some lube out and went to work on my cock. He spent about 20 or 30 minutes working me into a frenzy, edging me, polishing my cock head, my eyes rolling back in my head with the pleasure, but each time I was nearly going to cum he would stop. He knew exactly what he was doing and I was at his mercy. I realised then that I wasn’t going to get to cum, but I secretly hoped he might just keep going and allow me to. Even a ruined orgasm would be a pleasant relief, a release.