Horny as hell, at eighteen, nerdy in appearance, my Friday evenings were usually spent drinking beer and watching a movie with my middle-aged wimpy-looking landlord. This time, things being particularly bad, I kept encouraging him to drink, and we talked. I asked him if he'd ever tied anyone up, and he went white, and whispered no. So I asked if he'd ever fancied tying someone up, and his beetroot face gave away the answer. I told him that due to experiences in the orphanage, I was kind of addicted to bondage, and told him he needed to tie me up and make me suck his cock! Thought he was going to faint! Told him to come up to my room in five minutes, and left before he could say anything. Left my sweat-pants on, only, and got into my specially==made hooded leather strait-jacket, all except the straps, and waited. Sure enough a timid knock announced his presence, and he went OhmyGawd when he saw me. I told him to buckle the straps, and he did so, until I was quite helpless, anonymous, like a parcel, face buried tight and deep in the hood, which had a two-inch zipper across the mouth, and two tiny airholes over my nostrils. He asked shakily what now, and I said anything you want! Your game your rules, you have absolute power, total control! he mused out-loud, like yes, I do, don't I! Then I guess he spotted the enormous lump in my sweatpants, and pulled them down, made me step out of them. Muttered ohmyGawd several times, and took hold of me, carefully, tentatively. Having learned in the orphanage that feigned fear or reluctance guaranteed lengthy torture, I writhed and bucked and pretended to want him to stop. Please don't - I'll do anything! I kept saying, and now he wouldn't or couldn't stop as I writhed and mumbled muffled protests, while he laughed like a drain, and said that this was power, as he understood it, and he really liked it! His clumsy but enthusiastic caresses pulled me to my knees, and then suddenly the zipper was jerked open, and he was in my mouth! Told me I had asked for it, and he'd waited for this moment all his life! Much later he began to thrust in and out frantically, and hit the back of my throat suddenly, triggering a swallow reaction. He withdrew, sealed me back into silence, and left, saying he had a lot to think about, and don't go anywhere! I was savoring his new boldness and dominance, and was delighted when he finally returned, and said he was going to blackmail me into allowing him this activity, ANY time he wanted, and as often and for as long as he wanted. Produced a voice-recorder, and made me admit to having sex with his thirteen yr-old nephew against his will, then said his nasty greedy little nephew would back him up, for enough money! I knew I was had! But I didn't mind anyway - I wanted him to have such a hold over me, and use kit and abuse it, as he wished! He did! That was many years ago, and I still "rent" a room from him. The bondage is infinitely more severe these days, and Viagra plays a part now, but most things remain pretty much as always!