This dream occurred around high school in band class. Football and competition season put a lot of stress on me since I was the section leader of my group - the front ensemble we called "The Pit." Marimbas, Vibraphones, Xylophones, the large Bass drum, the Timpani drums, etc. All the stationary percussion instruments. Our band room was almost diamond-shaped, with the director's stand at the south corner of the room and the drum-line lined up in the back/north corner of the room. The other sections were seated in the center extending to the right corner, and The Pit was stationed on the leftward corner of the room. A door on the right lead into the equipment room, where kids would store their trumpets, clarinets, flutes, etc. into small lockers. the door on the left lead outside to the parking lot. The floor was also sectioned out in three steps, almost like a chorus room. When band season was over and we had nothing else to practice for, most of us in class would spend our time on the floor, either on our sides or on our backs resting our heads on the next step while we played on our phones. Drumline would usually hang out in the back of the room, which offered some privacy because it was rather dark in that corner and the line of bass drums and snare drums obscured the view of the band director's sight for the most part.
I only describe the area because I've had quite a few dreams centered in the band room. In this particular dream, the whole band was gathered in preparation for either a game or a competition. We were dressed in our band pants, white and strapped on like overalls with matching white band shirts. One of my friends and fellow front ensemble member (I'll call him Will) was laying on his back in the middle step section. Our section was cleared out since all the equipment was packed in the truck for transport, so lots of space for many of us to sit and hunker down. He was much taller than me, with wide blue eyes and moppy brown hair. He was a joker in the group and tended to take things unseriously, much to my dismay since I was section leader and he would usually butt heads with me on his laid-back attitude. In this dream, the band director called everyone's attention and as he was talking, Will was drifting off and spacing out. I sat next to him, telling him to pay attention, but he would ignore me, roll his eyes, and continue staring off into space. This ticked me off royally.
In response, I surprised him suddenly. As he lay down with his head propped up on the next step, I bent over and clasped my hands around him. I had one hand under his chin and one over his mouth. I remember pushing down hard over his mouth the more he tried to fight me. In real life, I know I would not be a match for him. He was taller and in better shape than me, but I won't belittle dream-strength
To my surprise, no one in the room (neither the director, co-director, nor the other 100 band students) seemed to care about Will's predicament and my actions against him. Will looked up at me, his blue eyes seemed to sparkle bright and wide, pleading for me to let go. He actually looked pretty cute being that helpless in my grasp. I still remember him grunting into my hand, and I only mde light of his predicament by bearing down harder and squeezing his cheeks between my fingers and thumb, which made him even more embarrassed. I told him this was what he got for ignoring me and not paying attention. Because he was on his back on the floor, he had no leverage against me. Dressed in his white overalls and a short sleeve shirt, his tanned skin was more pronounced. He reached up and tried to pull my hands away from his mouth, to no avail. I remember admiring his skinny toned arms tucked against his chest. He wiggled his elbows as he pulled on my hands to get them off his mouth. He kicked and stomped his feet on the floor, and thrust his pelvis up, I guess to see of he could get off the floor or turn away and out of my grasp. It was cathartic for me to finally have some kind of retaliation against him, even if it was all a dream. The clownish attitude always irked me, and I was a little happy when he moved to the drumline the following year. But there were always thoughts and fantasies about how I would've like to deal with his smug silly self. I used to have a fantasy of tying his hands and ankles to the four corners of the Gong stand, which was a large square metal frame, and tying the large wooden gong mallet in between his teeth to gag him. The added bonus in this dream was that as I held his mouth shut, no one seemed to notice or care about what was happening, as if we were both invisible to the world around us. Poor Will... he couldn't do anything to get me to let go. He could only lay there as I held onto his mouth, gagging him, and none of the hundred students - his other friends, bandmates, or the teachers - offered to help him or make me let him go.
It's not exactly strict bondage, as it was only a handgag experience. I think I developed a desire for hangags based on the numerous jerks and smartasses I was placed around in middle and high school. I love the fantasy of one of those guys who talked too much getting his mouth clamped down on, and he would be unable to pull the person away. I guess it was only a matter of time before that fantasy worked it's way into a dream. This was an unusual situation for me as I don't normally remember my dreams, but this was as a couple others) were so bizarrely vivid that I still remember it years later.
I have a few more dreams I'm willing to share, but I'm curious if anyone else has had a bondage-related dream.
