Bondage (Some Background)

I do not have all the pieces or the professional background to explain my love for bondage. I will argue that it's a fetish, but fact is, I want bondage in my life. I can have sex without the shackles, titty-clamps and insertables, thank you, but add those elements, and I have a good time. If you cannot comprehend this simple basis, I suggest looking for other blogs.

I can think back to being kid, enjoying detective stories, imagining, finding myself tied up by the bad guys. Back then, there was no obvious sexual connection. But I believe the seed was planted.

I was 14 when my best friend hogtied me. I was truly helpless for the first time. That event marks a multitude of what defines me today. That event is burnt forever in my mind (so help me, I don't get the mad-cow).

His parents were gone to their second house further south. A grandmother left the spacious place, comfortable enough to leave the children behind at home. I came over to see my friend on a regular basis. We played on the computer, game console, watched scary movies, and whatever else teenagers do.
So it was, I showed up one evening, and we went into the basement with the VCR and computer, and whatnot. There was a comfortable futon, where one of us could be quite comfortable, and there were more or less decent chairs. My friend, being a bit more dominant and stronger than me, took the futon by default. I gave him crap about it, tried to race him o get a good spot, but I was kicked off when he wanted it.
We watched some movie, and I sat in a sturdy chair, low and cushioned enough to lounge in. I wore long jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and was barefoot in summer shoes. At some point, he snuck up on me and used the thicker clothesline to tie my wrist to the chair. Protests were ignored as he continued to coil the rope around me until I was trapped in the chair. I was excited, for a reason I could not explain. I did get free, as he continued to watch the movie in comfort, snickering at me.
A bit later, I tried to get him back by jumping him on the comfortable mattress, but I had no chance. Before I knew it, he had me hogtied. Simple, yet effective enough to make me experience my first orgasm through wiggling helplessly on the soft foam padding. I am a late bloomer, what can I say. But I did know, more by instinct than anything else, that I could not tell my best friend what just happened.
There I was, hogtied in long jeans, now completely barefoot, roped up by a guy. It has been almost 20 years, and it still sticks with me.

Over the years, I did a lot of self bondage, the internet being incredibly new, and still years from the ease of online groups, sites and virtual meeting places. I had made up my mind at 18 what I want in terms of bondage, and who I wanted it with. Thus started my exploration.
I enjoy being the tied guy, helpless, gagged, struggling against restraints. Over the years, partially through vicarious delight, I also found pleasure in tying up others, seeing them helpless, struggling, grunting into their gag -- hopefully with as much joy as I do.

I prefer rope-work. Hogties are my favorite, but almost any position will do. I do not have much interest in sex when it comes to bondage, although, it has happened on rare occasion. It is enough excitement for me having my hands and feet tied behind me, and being quieted by a simple gag.
Second to that but equally of interest, are leather restraints (functional, lockable), tape, chains and their-like. Anything that you cannot remove on your own while wearing it, has my definite interest.

I have experienced simple tie-ups to more adventurous, mutual arrangements of kinky captivity. I leave it to others how to judge me on my own rope-work, or me being the captured guy.

This is merely a point to tell you where I'm coming from in terms of bondage. There may be more.