A Risky Return to Sin City

Since I was young, I have been obsessed with bondage. I have fantasies that run the spectrum of me engaging with bound women to myself being tied or restrained by others. Faithfully married and straight, deeply in love with a wife that isn’t into bondage, let alone BDSM, I had no outlet for fulfilling my fantasies with her, or myself, and certainly not with other women. As an escape, I’ve dabbled in private self-bondage and watching bondage and BDSM videos online. It helps, but there is nothing like the real thing. My best friend, who I have known since college, and who happens to be gay, was aware of my desires and situation. Through ongoing conversations together, we hatched a plan to try to satisfy my needs. I would visit him for a vacation; where he would take on the role of Sir Michael and I would be his sub. We had fun creating a subservient contract. And with that document in hand, I went for a week back in 2023 to his home in San Diego, where Sir Michael, along with some of his gay friends, securely bound me to various pieces of adult furniture with leather cuffs, chains, and ropes. With me then blindfolded and sometimes gagged, they sexually used and abused me for the week. The long, detailed and sometimes unsettling narrative is all captured in my first journal ‘Eight Days in a Binding Contract’.

Within the year we ended up meeting again, this time at the home of his friend. Unlike Sir Michael, this gentleman is a real practicing Dominant who with his submissive mate has a substantial dungeon in their palatial Las Vegas home. This long weekend became a captivating, yet extremely challenging bondage and torture filled time for me; well-exceeding what was done to me in San Diego. The owner, known to me now as DR. D, along with numerous other practicing dominants and their submissives used me as their source of entertainment. I was required again to write about what was done to me which became my second journal ‘Vegas Twelve to One: Daunting Odds’. It also is a long, but exhilarating read into the real experiences I endured as a bound and abused submissive.

At both encounters, other than Sir Michael, the participants’ identities remained anonymous to me. A safety feature for all of us and part of my fantasy. However, the second experience created an unusual connection between DR. D and me. Despite not even knowing each other’s real names and where we lived, we began to communicate, first by messaging and then by phone, initially always through Sir Michael. Although the visit to his Vegas dungeon was a very trying experience, I wanted to again be bound and used by DR. D and his friends, and he likewise wanted me to return. In my other journals I tried to explain how this subservient role fulfills a counter to my normally strong Type A personality, but I still don’t fully understand it myself. I just know it has provided me with both mental relief and sexual gratification.

So, we discussed another visit. The primary stumbling block was Sir Michael. He wasn’t overly interested in again ‘roleplaying’ as my ‘Dominant’ as it didn’t excite him like it did me. What he had been doing was because of our friendship, not because he got off from it and twice was enough for him. Privately Sir Michael and DR. D discussed a possible solution. Their answer was to modify the contract by adding a rental clause where the submissive, me, could be rented to another Dominant, in this case DR. D. In their eyes, not mine, all three of us would be winners.

They came to me with the following proposed contract changes:

Stike the first sentence of Section 15.10, being ‘The Dominant shall not loan his Submissive to another Dominant outside of his direct control.’ And replace it with: ‘The Dominant may at his sole discretion, rent his rights, privileges, responsibilities, and controls provided for within this contract to another Dominant of his choosing. Upon paying the rental fee, complete transfer of power and authority over the submissive shall occur and the submissive shall become bonded into servitude to the purchaser for the duration of the rental period. The ownership of the submissive returns to the original Dominant upon the conclusion of the rental period. The Renter cannot resell the contract to a third party. The Renter agrees to abide by all the provisions of the contract between the Dominant and the submissive. The submissive shall serve and treat the new Dominant during the rental period in the same manner and respect as he is required to serve the original Dominant, and agrees to comply with all rules, terms, conditions, requirements, permissions, acceptable uses, activities and service provisions provided in this contract. Failure of the submissive to serve in a suitable manner shall result in appropriate punishment until the behavior is modified to the satisfaction of the new Dominant. The basic submissive protections listed in fundamental terms set out in Clauses 2-5 will apply. The Dominant may direct the Submissive while under his supervision to service or be sexually used by another Dominant or other invited guest(s)/friend(s) of the Dominant’s choosing within the limits of Appendix 2 and the safety/health edicts of this document. The Submissive shall treat any invited guest in the same manner he is required to serve the Dominant; obeying any order, performing every task, and accepting any discipline or torture the guest wishes to deliver and shall do so without hesitation or argument as long as these actions pleases the Dominant.’

Needless to say, initially I was not keen on this proposed change. My sense of safety I held knowing my ‘Dominant’ was a trusted long term best friend would be lost. I was being placed in the hands of a relative stranger who was a real well-practiced BDSM Dominant. We had gotten to know each other during my visit to his home and through our recent conversations, where he had proved to be someone to be trusted, but this was still risky. The two of them eventually wore me down and convinced me that this idea was a good one for all of us. And on the strength of my relationship with Mike, who assured me my real safety would be maintained, combined with my stupid uncontrolled urges to be bound and then used for real, I relented and agreed. We made the changes, and I signed the modified document electronically.