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Shame and bondage
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TapeBondage123
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I can relate. My wife is the only other person that knows and it took quite a while and a night of drinking before I was able tell her. Her knowledge of bondage related stuff began and ended with 50 Shades of Gray so it was very difficult to explain that being bound and gagged itself (I found the term for it is vincilagnia) was a major turn on for me - she was understanding thankfully. In the past, I’ve tried to “ignore†it or try to make myself not like it anymore but have come to just accept that it’s just a part of who I am. She’s told me several times that she doesn’t mind it at all but I can’t shake the uneasy feeling I get when I talk about it with her. This forum has been great as I’m comfortable talking about it with all of you.
Duct tape will fix that cut under your nose.
So that brings me to a interesting story ifouor today. So a few months ago I shared with my wife that I did a little dressing occasionally but I wasn't sure it registered. Well I made a critical error that she discovered this morning. I left my false eyelashes on the night stand beside my bed!! 
So what followed was about 35 seconds of her looking at me with the most seductive, devilish grin and me having the most sheepish, caught in the cookie jar look. So of course I 100% told her everything. Which I felt I did before but the other time she was getting ready for work and with me telling without much follow up I don't feel she truly got it. So she climbed in the bed with a broad smile and gave me a big hug and kiss and asked me;
"Let me guess, you were afraid because you didn't know how I would react or you thought I would feel differently about you, huh?"
Once again reading me like a book...
"Well I would hope not, but I'd be lying if I said the thought never crossed my mind."
"Honey, I understand but you can tell me anything. I know the man I married and I love you so much. I will say though, you are interesting!"
The whole time she had the warmest, loving grin as if she was curious. So now free myself, I asked her "curious to how I look dressed up?" Partly because I finally felt fully free but also to remove all doubt. Without hesitation and a grin she was like "Oh Yeah!" and immediately dived back on the bed. I showed her two pictures of me dressed.
The first was my most recent one; I had on black eyeshadow, mink lashes, bright red lipstick, and a black wig with twin ponytails. White shirt with padding and a peach skirt. It was a front shot but I was hunched over baring my fake concealed breasts flashing a wide "how can I be at your service?" grin. That got a good laugh out of her. The second was me in a cheerleader outfit with blush, bright pink lipstick, and a blonde ruffly wig. I had a brown belt acrosd ot tightly and one hand behind my head trying to look like a diva. She looked with wide eyes and a big grin and said "IS THAT MY BELT!" Yeah, it was...
So what followed was about 35 seconds of her looking at me with the most seductive, devilish grin and me having the most sheepish, caught in the cookie jar look. So of course I 100% told her everything. Which I felt I did before but the other time she was getting ready for work and with me telling without much follow up I don't feel she truly got it. So she climbed in the bed with a broad smile and gave me a big hug and kiss and asked me;
"Let me guess, you were afraid because you didn't know how I would react or you thought I would feel differently about you, huh?"
Once again reading me like a book...
"Well I would hope not, but I'd be lying if I said the thought never crossed my mind."
"Honey, I understand but you can tell me anything. I know the man I married and I love you so much. I will say though, you are interesting!"
The whole time she had the warmest, loving grin as if she was curious. So now free myself, I asked her "curious to how I look dressed up?" Partly because I finally felt fully free but also to remove all doubt. Without hesitation and a grin she was like "Oh Yeah!" and immediately dived back on the bed. I showed her two pictures of me dressed.
The first was my most recent one; I had on black eyeshadow, mink lashes, bright red lipstick, and a black wig with twin ponytails. White shirt with padding and a peach skirt. It was a front shot but I was hunched over baring my fake concealed breasts flashing a wide "how can I be at your service?" grin. That got a good laugh out of her. The second was me in a cheerleader outfit with blush, bright pink lipstick, and a blonde ruffly wig. I had a brown belt acrosd ot tightly and one hand behind my head trying to look like a diva. She looked with wide eyes and a big grin and said "IS THAT MY BELT!" Yeah, it was...
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Snozzberry
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Bondage is a wonderful thing, just don't tell anyone I said that. 
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🖐🖐Tie you up and have my way with you.
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🖐🖐As a gay guy, I’m a little ashamed at reading all
these accounts of straight guys being ashamed about loving being bound and gagged and getting turned on.
It’s like a shame cycle. Lol
P.S. I also prefer tying straight guys up to tying gay guys up.
these accounts of straight guys being ashamed about loving being bound and gagged and getting turned on.
It’s like a shame cycle. LolP.S. I also prefer tying straight guys up to tying gay guys up.
