Bondage is my first fetish and has been around since childhood. My earliest memories of it are of cartoons with the damsel in peril, tied to the railroad tracks or just bound to a chair. One item that really sparked my notice of the fetish was from the 1966 Batman series. Batgirl is tied and gagged, laying on a conveyor belt, slowly inching its way to the saw blades. Of course Batman and Robin are able to beat all the badguys and stop the conveyor in time. It was something about the danger, her struggling, and helplessness that imprinted on my brain.

As a teenager I began my first experiments with self bondage. Duct tape was my restraint of choice. When my parents and younfger brother would go to sleep I would start simple enough wrapping the tape a few time around my ankles.  Each time I'd go further up my legs until having myself mummified from the waist down. Hiding the used tape was getting difficult the more of it I used. Once my dad even commented on how much tape is used but nothing new has been repaired. By this time I had my license and decided to try a restraint the I could use multiple time. This lead to my first purchase of rope. During the summer, my older brother would be home and had his PC on the web. It was the old dial-up days back then, but I still managed to find plenty of sources for information and images.

Moving out on my own really aloud me to have some fun. Crawling from one end of the house to the other through an obsticle course to get the knife or scissors to cut my bindings. But that was using a lot of rope and I knew I needed something else. Finally I broke down and made my first purchase online of leather cuffs from Sub-Shop. Locks, chains, gags, hoods, collars, and more cuffs followed. Self bondage got more complicated but still not fully satisfying as release was still somewhat easy.

I found a local dominatrix after perusing Backpage for long time. Those were fun visits. Cuffed and blindfolded to and inversion table and feet tickle. Stapped to a chair and teased for and hour before release. Straitjacketed, gagged, hood, and bound to a massage table, my Dom strapped a dildo to my leg and rode it until she climaxed, then jerked my off. I greatly enjoyed the sessions, but had a financial issue that prevented me from visiting for a while. By the time my account was in good condition again, I got no reply from her number. Next time I'll stay in contact so as not to lose out again.

That pretty much sums up my path to today with bondage. If you want, leve a reply and give our background of how you got into your fetishes. Might be fun to hear how many could have a similar experience, or shine a new light on another fetish.