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01 - RA's Bondage Adventures : if you don't see it, you can't report it
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By Graduate
Monday, May 14th 2001 - 09:19:21 AM
A friend of mine sent me the address for this web page and suggested that I look it up, then write about my bondage adventures while in college back in the 1960s. Since my friend was partly responsible for what happened to me, I decided I had better write my story rather than let him do it.
I graduated from a college in my home town, and then went away to graduate school. To help with costs, I applied for and got a job as a dormitory resident advisor. They assigned me to a floor in one of the newer dorms that had only graduate students. All of them were older, more serious and sedate than the undergraduate areas. And everyone was over twenty-one. Nevertheless, the university dormitory system had a strict rule against drinking in the dorms. The men on my floor took exception to this since they were all of age but they understood that as part of my job, I needed to report any drinking that I saw.
Each floor of the dorm that we occupied was divided into pods or clusters of about six to eight rooms each with two men in each room. Each cluster had its own lounge and restroom/shower facilities. Each cluster was isolated from the other clusters, and my room was the only single room on the floor, isolated from each of the clusters. I had a master key and could go into any cluster general area any time I wished.
My general habit was to attend classes (as a graduate student there weren't very many) and an hour or so after dinner, go out and jog around the campus which is one of the better wooded and prettier campuses in this part of the country. I would return to the dorm, shower, and spend the rest of the evening studying or going to the library.
About a month into the first semester, on a Friday night, I walked out of the elevator and headed down the hall toward my room. While I was getting out my key, six men with their faces covered came at me, grabbed me and held me. They held my arms, there was a hand over my mouth, and they put a blindfold over my eyes. Quickly they tied my hands and legs. Then they carried me about, turning and twisting until I didn't know where I was. Then they took me somewhere on the floor. They stood me up and told me to be quiet. They pulled off my tee shirt and my shorts leaving me in my jock. They untied my hands, sat me in a chair, and retied my hands behind the chair. They added more rope around my body and my chest. They untied my legs and tied them to the legs of the chair. They started putting tape on my mouth, strips around to the sides of my face. Then they put a beanie on my head and pulled it down over my face. Then they put tape under my jaw and up around the top of my head to hold my jaw shut. Then they added more tape from front to back all the way around my head.
Someone explained that as dorm RA (resident advisor) I had to report any drinking that I SAW. But if I didn't see it, I wouldn't report it. So I was invited to the party and there would be drinking, but I wouldn't see it.
They had their party and I sat there bound to the chair, blindfolded and gagged. They played cards, drank, watched a porno movie on their television set, and generally had a good time. Sometime well after midnight, they untied me from the chair, carried me around again, and deposited me in the hall near my room with my shirt and shorts on the ground, my hands loosely tied, and they left. I managed to untie myself, let myself into my room, remove the gag, take a much needed shower and go to bed.
The system caught on around my floor. A week later it happened again. The second time I was left hog-tied on the floor of one of the lounges while the men there drank and had a party and they went farther, smuggling in some girls. The girls got quite a charge out of seeing the RA trussed up on the floor. They kept me until around two or so in the morning. To this day I don't know how they got the girls in and out without being caught.
To make a long story short, I was captured and tied up well over a dozen more times through that semester. Some of the parties had girls present, some didn't. Usually I was in my jockstrap, but a couple of times I was nude and bound. I was always blindfolded and almost always gagged. When I wasn't gagged, they even offered me a beer and held it while I drank. Once they got so drunk they forgot about me and I sat in the lounge all night waiting to be untied. Now and then when there were girls there, one or two of them played with me and tried to get me excited, which wasn't hard. I loved that. Once they were apparently doing something they didn't want me to know about or see, so they trussed me up in my room and left me there all night. It got so on Fridays and Saturdays I didn't wonder if I would be captured, but when and for how long.
Being wise about the whole thing, I did not report the activities to the head resident, my boss. I decided that it would be imprudent to be a spoil-sport and foul up relations with the men on my floor who were otherwise serious students who caused little or no trouble. The bondage didn't hurt me, and I had to admit that to a degree, I enjoyed it. No way could I be blamed for not being the life of the party. While they "tied one on," they tied me up.
The second semester that year picked up right where the first semester left off with me getting tied up now and then on weekends, sometimes both Friday and Saturday night which I thought was a bit much. Apparently word about tying up the RA got around, and other floors started doing it. That's when rumors about RAs bound and gagged during drinking parties finally made it back to the administration, and the head resident and dormitory manager called a meeting where they explained that such activities were not acceptable. We were required to report any abductions and report names if possible. A notice went out to all residents that such activities were not permitted and participating in such could lead to removal from the dormitories and possible expulsion from the university.
The men on my floor got the message, and were discrete. After that I was only tied up twice more, both times left in my room so I couldn't identify who had done it (I never reported either time). One of those two occasions was the most bizarre of all - while I was laying hog-tied on my bed waiting, a girl I didn't know and who I never could identify, came into my room, and lay on the bed with me. She said she was a virgin, but had always wanted to spend the night with a man. She figured I was safe tied up that way. She played with me, got me very hard, tickled me and tormented me, but no sex. In the morning she left and later somebody came in and untied me enough that I could finish getting free by myself. If anybody knew about the girl, nobody ever mentioned it.
That's my story. I can't have been the only RA who was ever tied up by the residents on his/her floor. Are there others out there?
Graduate
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Graduate : 01 - RA's Bondage Adventures : if you don't see it, you can't report it (M+/M, F/M)
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Tuesday, July 29th 2003 - 07:09:47 PM
When I was in college I lived in the dormitory and I had a roommate who had a steady girlfriend. Their problem was that they had no place to go for sex. Her room was out as she had a roommate who seemed to be there all the time. Our room was out because of me.
One day my roommate and I were talking, and I confessed my interest in bondage. He had seen a couple of my magazines that I tried to keep hidden, and he had worked the conversation around to the topic. Then he made me an offer. Whenever he and his girl wanted to have sex, he would first tie me up. Once I was bound and gagged on my bed, blindfolded with my ears plugged and with headphones on, they could do whatever they wanted in the room. I would enjoy being tied, and they could have sex.
It worked well for two years, and I spent many happy hours tied in different ways. occasionally I was bound all night which was overly long, but i never complained. I was sorry then he left to get married. It was the end of a perfect arrangement.
Graduate
When I was in college I lived in the dormitory and I had a roommate who had a steady girlfriend. Their problem was that they had no place to go for sex. Her room was out as she had a roommate who seemed to be there all the time. Our room was out because of me.
One day my roommate and I were talking, and I confessed my interest in bondage. He had seen a couple of my magazines that I tried to keep hidden, and he had worked the conversation around to the topic. Then he made me an offer. Whenever he and his girl wanted to have sex, he would first tie me up. Once I was bound and gagged on my bed, blindfolded with my ears plugged and with headphones on, they could do whatever they wanted in the room. I would enjoy being tied, and they could have sex.
It worked well for two years, and I spent many happy hours tied in different ways. occasionally I was bound all night which was overly long, but i never complained. I was sorry then he left to get married. It was the end of a perfect arrangement.
Graduate