This Wednesday, February 27, a boy from Florida – bondagesub82 – came out to have a bondage weekend here. I picked him up from the airport, promptly put him into handcuffs, leg irons, and gagged for the journey home. After a fun drive home with my bound boy, I got him into my place, where he was stripped and put back into leg irons and cuffs. We were to go out that evening, so I hogcuffed him while I made dinner. I also switched gag from my basic ball gag to my Mr. S front buckle locking gag. As this was his first night with me, I made sure he got the proper treatment. His dinner was served in a dog bowl and I ate at the table. I kept his wrists cuffed behind him and a chain locked from his collar to the wall. Watching him try to keep the chain from dipping into his food or the water bowl was quite amusing and well worth the effort. More on this fun bondage weekend in the next few posts.
Category: Transport
Bondage Transport
Sometimes you have to bring a boy from one place to another. The best way to do this is to keep them in bondage during their transport. After all, isn’t bondage what they want? I’ve kept boys in different forms of bondage during a ride around town. Sometimes the trip is long, so they have to be able to lie down. Sometimes they are kept blindfolded. Other times, a full hood is best. You just never know where you’ll end up when you can’t see where you’re going!
Airport Pickup
Upon arrival to San Diego International Airport, leathergloveboy was instructed to walk to a nearby park to meet me. I was ready for him wearing a Marine uniform and had handcuffs at the ready.
We met, said hello. From that point on, things changed. I told him to turn around put his hands on top of his head, to which he complied. I then cuffed him behind his back and put him in leg irons. Now well restrained, I placed him into the car and put the seat belt on. Once I got into the car, I had one more thing for him – a spandex hood. Now hooded, cuffed, and ironed, he was ready for transport.
After a 15 minute drive from the airport, we arrived at my place. I first took his bags out of the car and brought them inside. He was next. I decided it was best for him if the hood did not come off until he was safely chained at my place. So, still in cuffs, irons, and a hood, I led this boy up the stairs and into the apartment. I already had a chain locked to the wall waiting for him attached to a collar. I didn’t remove the hood until I had him collared and chained to the wall. This was only the beginning of a long weekend of bondage for him.