Introductions discussion

Here we go… I’m not sure why, but around age 13 or 14 I began binding myself. Watching TV and movies featuring women in bondage caught my eye, sparking my interest. At first, I used belts and straps from my school bag. Later, I tried rope, once getting stuck in a hogtie with lassos that nearly trapped me for good. I experienced my first orgasm while hogtied; a belt connected my wrists and ankles via the shoulder strap of my bookbag, all worn over a t-shirt and underwear. After binding myself up in the bathroom, I planned to inch toward my bedroom. The small floor tiles seemed to stimulate something down below, causing me to buck uncontrollably as I felt new wetness. In the 1970s, there wasn’t much available, so we used what was at hand, and that’s what I did. A bit later on, while browsing a Penthouse magazine, an ad caught my eye for a sister publication named Variations. Living independently with a PO box, I bought some copies off the shelf and subscribed. Reading about others who shared unique interests opened up a whole new world to me. Through Variations, I found Centurian, which launched my collection of bondage toys, primarily leather items. Since I was alone, I had to purchase gear suitable for solo use, but it remained enjoyable. Every year, I’d order catalogs and wait for the end-of-year Annual Sale to buy in bulk at a discount. My trunk locker gradually filled up. I didn’t have much success meeting women initially, so I joined a dating service where I met my wife. We were both virgins then; after we dated for a while, I introduced her to bondage by having her tighten a belt around my wrists. This became an enjoyable activity for us both. She would tie and tease me with leather toys, though we didn’t usually go fully nude. She’d bind my hands behind my back, place a ball gag in my mouth, and take me out at night wearing a collar and leash. No one noticed anything unusual. Sometimes we’d park in my car, where she’d handcuff my hands to the steering wheel—I felt like I was in heaven. We’ve been married for nearly 27 years now. We handled our sexual needs after marriage; I’m fairly certain my second child was conceived while I lay spreadeagled on the bed with a neck-wrist spreader bar, ankles secured in another spreader bar, and wearing a tight leather gag. Fast forward to 1998 when I finally got an internet-enabled computer, bringing even more fun. A whole new array of shopping destinations appeared! Currently, I shop at: Extreme Restraints, Sub Shop, Discount Handcuff Warehouse, JT’s Stockroom, Martin’s Rigidcuffs, SM Factory, and Locked In Steel. One day while browsing online, I stumbled upon Altairboy’s (chastity) website. My reaction was intense; my pants felt like they might tear! Having prior experience with cock rings and similar devices down there made transitioning to a CB2000, then the CB3000 cage, and finally (so far) the Exobelt X1 easy. I either get locked up from Friday afternoon until Sunday afternoon if I’m not working, or I take a week-long stay-at-home chastity vacation. For reasons beyond just constant lust, chastity makes me crave being bound as well. Perhaps my body wants its lower half restrained like the rest of it does. Mrs Keyholder enjoys this game too; she easily gets my attention since I’m quite animalistic in nature. And I appreciate all-natural Viagra, hehe. I love bondage and gaggage. My recent acquisitions include a Sensory Deprivation Hood, an MEO Self Bondage (ice) Time Lock, the SM Factory wrist bracelets currently on my wrists (minus the rings), Clejuso medium-weight handcuffs with a 10” solid bar, a purple denim straightjacket, Martin’s Neck and wrist stock, the Martin Rigid Fiddle, and a Martin spreader bar for wrists or ankles. I also have a gaggle of Darby-style cuffs that started when I was just looking for a Darby collar, plus a nice set of Fist Mitts which Mrs Keyholder surprisingly likes. Over my 37 years in this hobby, I’ve spent thousands on toys. My trunk locker sits in the closet, my top drawer overflows with cuffs, and there’s a pile under the bed. I’ll wait for our two kids to leave home before setting up a proper dungeon. For now, I enjoy bondage in the bedroom, cellar, and garage (I love those tinted windows; I can see out but no one sees in). My build down there is compact—high and tight as chastity sites describe it. Fitting into a device isn’t always easy for me, so this past winter and spring I worked extra hours to fund the purchase of my Locked In Steel (real) chastity belt. Hopefully, I’ll spend more time in chastity now without worrying about rings or other types. I find bondage incredibly relaxing and enjoyable. I don’t drink alcohol or use drugs. I’m not entirely sure why bondage triggers that special subspace and lust switch in my brain, but I accept it. Actually, pity the vanilla people; they live under more bondage than I do. Yet I am free to act as I please. I enjoy unique individuals. Vanilla folk seem boring and predictable. Oh well… My motto is: “During the Course of Your Life don’t forget your Fun’N Games…” :wink: