Hello everyone! This is a very special diary, diary in which I record all of my adventures with rope, duct tape and other stuff that is used to keep a man restrained and silenced. My Dad encouraged me to do it and suggested that I name it BD – Bondage Diary. Each entry will describe one adventure. I hope you guys will like reading it as much as I loved writing… So here we go, the first chapter…
Chapter 1
The weather was foul; it has been raining cats and dogs since I woke up in the morning and there was no indication that it would improve any time soon. I tried to busy myself with computer games, but for some reason I couldn’t find any joy in them; I guess it was one of those days when you walk drowsy, the time plods on mercilessly and it’s extremely hard to find something interesting to do. I looked at the clock on the wall and moaned in disbelief; although it felt like it was evening to me, it was barely past eleven in the morning. I sighed and turned the computer off. For some time I read one of my comic books, but soon got bored with it. Since I had nothing else to do, I decided I would try to ask my father to tie me up, at least for half an hour. For some reason I liked being bound and often played ‘cops and robbers’ or ‘kidnappers and hostages’ games with my mates. In those games I usually was the victim and I always enjoyed it. But the knots my friends tied weren’t good at all, so it never took me more than ten minutes to free myself. It was a real disappointment, because I wanted to be bound properly, without any chances to escape. When I first told my father about it he just laughed, but told me that, although it was tempting to keep me out of his way, he wouldn’t tie me up. I have been thinking of the ways to persuade him to do it for a long time, but he always refused. However, since I had nothing better to do that day, I decided to try again and went downstairs.
My father, a thirty five year old soldier, was sitting on the couch, watching TV. He was shirtless, wearing his faded jeans and had his toolbox ready, so it probably meant that he was soon going to the garage to work on our car again. It was old and everyone was telling him to sell it and buy a new one, but for my Dad fixing it and spending hours over it seemed like a hobby. When he saw me going down the stairs he said that the breakfast is waiting for me in the kitchen. I nodded, but before I headed there I thought I would ask him to bind me after I finish eating. As usual he rolled his eyes in respond.
“Well… no, I can’t, Dad. But you also can’t explain why you keep fixing our car over and over again instead of buying a new one! You must have noticed it breaks a lot!”
“You think so, son? I can tell you that all right! My garage is an asylum for me; you’ll understand what it means when you have a wife and a noisy son like yourself!”
“You always say I will understand something when I grow up, Dad…”
“I do, because it’s true! Now, go to the kitchen, eat the breakfast and meet me in the garage when you finish. Since your mother is away for a few days I thought we might spend some time together and bond a little, what do you say champ?”
I smiled and agreed to my father’s offer. Even though I was quite mad at him because he didn’t want to fulfill my wish, the two of us got along really well and I could never be angry with him for too long. He laughed a little and disappeared into the basement and I went to the kitchen to finally have my breakfast. As I was eating I was thinking of a plan to finally persuade my Dad to tie me up; I guess I was really fixated on the idea. When I finished I washed the dishes and used the bathroom before going to my father. The moment I entered the garage I heard his voice.
“Son, get over here!”
“What is it, Dad?”
I walked to the other end of the garage and to my surprise I saw an old chair. At that moment I had no idea what he had in mind so I came close to him; I thought he would have me stand on it so we can both take something heavy from one of the shelves, but that wasn’t what he had planned. The moment I came into his arms reach he grabbed me firmly and forced me to sit on the chair. My eyes got widened when I understood what he was going to do and a gasp of excitation escaped my mouth. I looked up at him; he was smiling and I saw sparkles of amusement in his eyes which appeared only when my Dad was in a playful mood.
“Are you really going to tie me up?! What made you change your mind?” I asked excited.
“I guess doing it is the only way to stop you asking for it. I’m fed up with all those pleas already. For once I’m going to spend a quiet afternoon without you begging and talking about one thing all the time. Now sit and don’t move!”
I immediately did as told, not wanting to give my Dad any reason to changed his mind. I expected him to tie me up with ropes, because when I played with my buddies it was my favorite way to be bound, so I felt a little disappointment when I saw him rummage through some stuff and pick several black cable ties. I was about to say something but suddenly I realized that arguing with my father wouldn’t be the best idea at that moment. Besides, I have never been restrained with such device and I was quite eager to know what it would feel like. When Dad came to me holding a bunch of cable ties in his hands I moved my arms behind the char and crossed the wrists. The soldier just laughed and told me to quit it and that he knew better what to do. I shrugged my shoulders and let him do whatever he wanted.
“Ready, son? When I start, there will be no way to back out for you!”
“Are you kidding?!”
“That’s what I thought…”
I kept quiet and didn’t resist when Dad grabbed my right arm and forced it straightened up against the chair frame. He took several cable ties and fastened my wrist first. Then he moved up and immobilized my forearm just below the elbow and then the upper arm, above it. When he was done he told me to try moving my arm; I did and was surprised how well I was restrained with those three zip-ties. No matter how much I tried, there was no way to free my limb from the bonds. Satisfied with that, Dad moved to my other arm and after a few moments fastened it to the chair as well. Now that my upper limbs were useless, my father grabbed some more cable-ties and started working on my legs. The ankles were first, then the calves. I was stunned; using barely ten zip-ties he was able to immobilize me completely and make sure I won’t be able to escape. I was in heaven.
“Wow, Dad, this is great!”
“You think so, champ? I hope you’ll also like the next part!”
I wanted to ask what he meant by that, but before I did that, I saw him grab a giant roll of extra wide grey duct tape and unroll some. He knelt in front of the chair and started wrapping the adhesive tape around my right ankle and the chair leg. He worked fast but thoroughly; he moved from the ankle to the knee and every next layer of duct tape covered about two third of the previous one. Soon my calf was mummified and immobilized tightly and neatly. When he finally ripped the tape off with his bare hands I let out another gasp of excitement; even though I wanted Dad to tie me up, I never thought he would be so serious about it. He looked up at me and smirked. I rolled my eyes and he started working on the second leg. After few more minutes my lower limbs were stuck.
“You ever been tied up with duct tape during your games, John?” Dad asked when he finished binding my legs.
“No, we always use ropes. Weird, right?”
“Yeah, THAT’S weird…”
Dad stood up, holding the tape in his hands. He walked to my side and unrolled the tape again; he started wrapping the tape around my right wrist and the chair, fastening my limb to it and, just like he did with the legs, moved up, making sure that the following layer covered most of the previous one. This way, when he reached the elbow, my arm was completely immobilized, but Dad wasn’t done yet; he ripped the tape off, but soon began wrapping it around my upper arm and the chair. Now I could only wiggle my fingers. The soldier looked at his work for a moment and then walked to my other side to repeat the process on my left arm. After another few minutes it was immobilized in the same way.
“Oh man… where did you learn to tie a guy like this?!”
“In the restaurant… I thought you were a smart kid, son…”
“You have to take me to that restaurant!” I said with laugher.
“Smartass…”
Dad stood in front of me and unrolled the tape one more time. He wrapped it around my thighs and the seat of the chair. The countless layers of the tape made sure I won’t be able to move my legs at all. When he was satisfied with his job, he used all the remaining tape to fasten my chest and abdomen to the backrest. It was a very thick roll, so when it was over, my whole body seemed to be covered in the grey adhesive tape. Dad told me to free myself, but we both knew it was impossible; I was tied up extremely well and, to my satisfaction, I was stuck completely. I looked at him and saw that he was smiling.
“I hope that’s what you wanted, kiddo.”
“It’s amazing! I can hardly move!”
“This exactly the way it should be when you are properly tied up. Now, one last thing…”
I watched my father walk behind me and take something from his jeans pocket. I opened my mouth to ask what it was, but before I could make any sound, he forced some long material between my teeth and tied it tightly at my nape. I groaned and tried to push the material out of my mouth, but couldn’t do it; Dad knotted it really well. I moaned and tried to speak, but was ignored. I felt another long piece of cloth between my teeth. The soldier tied it behind the back of my head as well, muffling all my protests and attempts to talk.
“Mmmppphh!”
“You’re not bound properly, unless you’re gagged, son. I don’t know if you wanted a gag too, but it simply doesn’t matter now. Enjoy!”
I groaned and moaned a little more, but Dad didn’t pay any attention to me anymore. Once he finished his job restraining me, he went to the car and focused on it. After several minutes of struggling it was obvious that I won’t be able to free myself without help, so I gave up and decided to just sit and enjoy my bonds. It felt absolutely amazing; even in my wildest dreams I didn’t think I would ever be tied up that good. The tape was perfect and the gag was fantastic. For the next several hours I just sat on the chair and observed my father working on the car and doing his best to fix it.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, so after several hours Dad decided to untie me. It took him more than ten minutes to free me from the chair and remove my gag. Once he did I stood up and looked at the marks on my wrists; they weren’t deep, but they were a great reminder of what I had just gone through. I smiled when I recalled that just a moment ago I was mercilessly restrained and silenced.
“So? Did you like it?” My father asked when we left the garage.
“Of course! The only disappointing thing was when you untied me.”
“Really? Good to know…”
For the rest of the afternoon and evening we watched TV, played board games and talked about my first true tying up experience. I asked Dad if he likes it and he replied that keeping me bound and gagged had its merits. All in all it was a great day and I really hope that I will find myself in ropes soon!
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"Dad encourages son to write Bondage Diary" sounds like a headline right out of a tabloid. I LOVE IT. I'm guessing Dad is soon going to rope his buddies into this 
