u/merinthophiliac

Yes, the irony of that title is totally intentional.

And no, I don't just mean a silly little piece of tape over the lips. I mean big old wads of bandannas, socks, or panties crammed tight into my mouth like it's rush hour in the laundry hamper, filling the yapper from cheek to cheek till I look like an unusually quiet chipmunk. With heaps of duct tape or vetwrap generously circling my entire head over and over again - like Jules Verne's characters circumnavigating the world - to prevent that precious oversize cargo from "accidentally" falling out. Actually, let's be even more sure and throw a leather hood (no eye holes of course) over the whole thing and padlock it shut.

Of course, I hope you have me all securely tied up. Can't really gag somebody if they're not also bound, no? Throw on tons of rope and top it off with a shiny set of handcuffs over the wrists, behind my back, to prevent my fingers from exploring the knots. We wouldn't want all your hard work to get undone. Just use and toss into the closet when done.

Actually, hang on, a closet in NYC? Let's not get too carried away with our fantasies here and reel it in a tad.

My schedule has been packed lately (even though, of course, it should be my mouth that's really packed) so it's been a second since I gave my personal a do-over. But there's no time like the present. Besides, a friend has me all locked up in a metal chastity device and taken both keys - so it's not like I've got much else to do. I was actually pretty shocked by how much free time I have now. That notwithstanding, I really need to remember to specify a maximum number of days for these things. Maybe I'll take up macramé - rope is technically a kind of yarn if you are open-minded enough.

In case the subtext was not clear by now, bondage and damsels in distress are some of my favorite things. I would do it as a vocation if I could but unfortunately the SBA did not want to extend me capital for my mobile escape room and/or creepy windowless van.

I am looking for both online conversation and in-person play partners (and ultimately one primary partner but baby steps) who also share this passion of mine and for whom everything I have written so far pushes their buttons. If your idea of dirty talk involves us talking about how we can gag each other so tight that we've gagging on that thick gag, we're already off to a great start. I have been tied and tying plenty and it's not much of an exaggeration to say the bondage is something I'd engage in every day if I could. I'm in it for the helplessness, the restriction, and the relentless teasing and playing with. Rope and not-rope, Eastern or Western, as long as it involves inescapable restraint, sensory deprivation and thick, mouth-filling gags, I'm good, game and willing for most terrible ideas.

Right now, I am prioritizing longer term and more consistent connections. While I am not opposed to a more casual dalliance, unfortunately I just passed the big 30 and I'm not going to get any younger from here on out. In terms of geography, while it would be great if you were local to the NY metro area, I travel a lot and am happy to start online with an eye on in-person visits sometime in the future if we vibe – wordplay fully and shamelessly intended.

When I'm not hopelessly bound and gagged, photography is my other big love (I am always looking for tied up friends to shoot) along with drawing on my Wacom. At various other points in my life, I was a playwright, an army corporal, a copywriter, a student journalist, a software engineer, and a fixed income trader at a big bank I like to call Pound Town (because it was British). No, not simultaneously, but that list is funnily enough more or less in chronological order. If you want to get really nerdy about it, I specifically used to be on the repurchase agreements desk. Yes, I literally used to be a repo man.

But you didn't come here for me to wax lyrical about prime brokerage and rehypothecation. I’ve talked your ear off for long enough. Now, it's time for me to put a (literal) sock in it and pass the baton to you. Sometimes, at this point, people would ask the reader to include this or that word to indicate they have read to the end. As a twist, I instead ask that you include how you would gag the fuck out of me as part of your message, if you are so inclined, as a very ironic conversation starter.

Yes, the irony of that title is totally intentional.

And no, I don't just mean a silly little piece of tape over the lips. I mean big old wads of bandannas, socks, or panties crammed tight into my mouth like it's rush hour in the laundry hamper, filling the yapper from cheek to cheek till I look like an unusually quiet chipmunk. With heaps of duct tape or vetwrap generously circling my entire head over and over again - like Jules Verne's characters circumnavigating the world - to prevent that precious oversize cargo from "accidentally" falling out. Actually, let's be even more sure and throw a leather hood (no eye holes of course) over the whole thing and padlock it shut.

Of course, I hope you have me all securely tied up. Can't really gag somebody if they're not also bound, no? Throw on tons of rope and top it off with a shiny set of handcuffs over the wrists, behind my back, to prevent my fingers from exploring the knots. We wouldn't want all your hard work to get undone. Just use and toss into the closet when done.

Actually, hang on, a closet in NYC? Let's not get too carried away with our fantasies here and reel it in a tad.

My schedule has been packed lately (even though, of course, it should be my mouth that's really packed) so it's been a second since I gave my personal a do-over. But there's no time like the present. Besides, a friend has me all locked up in a metal chastity device and taken both keys - so it's not like I've got much else to do. I was actually pretty shocked by how much free time I have now. That notwithstanding, I really need to remember to specify a maximum number of days for these things. Maybe I'll take up macramé - rope is technically a kind of yarn if you are open-minded enough.

In case the subtext was not clear by now, bondage and damsels in distress are some of my favorite things. I would do it as a vocation if I could but unfortunately the SBA did not want to extend me capital for my mobile escape room and/or creepy windowless van.

I am looking for both online conversation and in-person play partners (and ultimately one primary partner but baby steps) who also share this passion of mine and for whom everything I have written so far pushes their buttons. If your idea of dirty talk involves us talking about how we can gag each other so tight that we've gagging on that thick gag, we're already off to a great start. I have been tied and tying plenty and it's not much of an exaggeration to say the bondage is something I'd engage in every day if I could. I'm in it for the helplessness, the restriction, and the relentless teasing and playing with. Rope and not-rope, Eastern or Western, as long as it involves inescapable restraint, sensory deprivation and thick, mouth-filling gags, I'm good, game and willing for most terrible ideas.

Right now, I am prioritizing longer term and more consistent connections. While I am not opposed to a more casual dalliance, unfortunately I just passed the big 30 and I'm not going to get any younger from here on out. In terms of geography, while it would be great if you were local to the NY metro area, I travel a lot and am happy to start online with an eye on in-person visits sometime in the future if we vibe – wordplay fully and shamelessly intended.

When I'm not hopelessly bound and gagged, photography is my other big love (I am always looking for tied up friends to shoot) along with drawing on my Wacom. At various other points in my life, I was a playwright, an army corporal, a copywriter, a student journalist, a software engineer, and a fixed income trader at a big bank I like to call Pound Town (because it was British). No, not simultaneously, but that list is funnily enough more or less in chronological order. If you want to get really nerdy about it, I specifically used to be on the repurchase agreements desk. Yes, I literally used to be a repo man.

But you didn't come here for me to wax lyrical about prime brokerage and rehypothecation. I’ve talked your ear off for long enough. Now, it's time for me to put a (literal) sock in it and pass the baton to you. Sometimes, at this point, people would ask the reader to include this or that word to indicate they have read to the end. As a twist, I instead ask that you include how you would gag the fuck out of me as part of your message, if you are so inclined, as a very ironic conversation starter.

Yes, the irony of that title is totally intentional.

And no, I don't just mean a silly little piece of tape over the lips. I mean big old wads of bandannas, socks, or panties crammed tight into my mouth like it's rush hour in the laundry hamper, filling the yapper from cheek to cheek till I look like an unusually quiet chipmunk. With heaps of duct tape or vetwrap generously circling my entire head over and over again - like Jules Verne's characters circumnavigating the world - to prevent that precious oversize cargo from "accidentally" falling out. Actually, let's be even more sure and throw a leather hood (no eye holes of course) over the whole thing and padlock it shut.

Of course, I hope you have me all securely tied up. Can't really gag somebody if they're not also bound, no? Throw on tons of rope and top it off with a shiny set of handcuffs over the wrists, behind my back, to prevent my fingers from exploring the knots. We wouldn't want all your hard work to get undone. Just use and toss into the closet when done.

Actually, hang on, a closet in NYC? Let's not get too carried away with our fantasies here and reel it in a tad.

My schedule has been packed lately (even though, of course, it should be my mouth that's really packed) so it's been a second since I gave my personal a do-over. But there's no time like the present. Besides, a friend has me all locked up in a metal chastity device and taken both keys - so it's not like I've got much else to do. I was actually pretty shocked by how much free time I have now. That notwithstanding, I really need to remember to specify a maximum number of days for these things. Maybe I'll take up macramé - rope is technically a kind of yarn if you are open-minded enough.

In case the subtext was not clear by now, bondage and damsels in distress are some of my favorite things. I would do it as a vocation if I could but unfortunately the SBA did not want to extend me capital for my mobile escape room and/or creepy windowless van.

I am looking for both online conversation and in-person play partners (and ultimately one primary partner but baby steps) who also share this passion of mine and for whom everything I have written so far pushes their buttons. If your idea of dirty talk involves us talking about how we can gag each other so tight that we've gagging on that thick gag, we're already off to a great start. I have been tied and tying plenty and it's not much of an exaggeration to say the bondage is something I'd engage in every day if I could. I'm in it for the helplessness, the restriction, and the relentless teasing and playing with. Rope and not-rope, Eastern or Western, as long as it involves inescapable restraint, sensory deprivation and thick, mouth-filling gags, I'm good, game and willing for most terrible ideas.

Right now, I am prioritizing longer term and more consistent connections. While I am not opposed to a more casual dalliance, unfortunately I just passed the big 30 and I'm not going to get any younger from here on out. In terms of geography, while it would be great if you were local to the NY metro area, I travel a lot and am happy to start online with an eye on in-person visits sometime in the future if we vibe – wordplay fully and shamelessly intended.

When I'm not hopelessly bound and gagged, photography is my other big love (I am always looking for tied up friends to shoot) along with drawing on my Wacom. At various other points in my life, I was a playwright, an army corporal, a copywriter, a student journalist, a software engineer, and a fixed income trader at a big bank I like to call Pound Town (because it was British). No, not simultaneously, but that list is funnily enough more or less in chronological order. If you want to get really nerdy about it, I specifically used to be on the repurchase agreements desk. Yes, I literally used to be a repo man.

But you didn't come here for me to wax lyrical about prime brokerage and rehypothecation. I’ve talked your ear off for long enough. Now, it's time for me to put a (literal) sock in it and pass the baton to you. Sometimes, at this point, people would ask the reader to include this or that word to indicate they have read to the end. As a twist, I instead ask that you include how you would gag the fuck out of me as part of your message, if you are so inclined, as a very ironic conversation starter.

Yes, the irony of that title is totally intentional.

And no, I don't just mean a silly little piece of tape over the lips. I mean big old wads of bandannas, socks, or panties crammed tight into my mouth like it's rush hour in the laundry hamper, filling the yapper from cheek to cheek till I look like an unusually quiet chipmunk. With heaps of duct tape or vetwrap generously circling my entire head over and over again - like Jules Verne's characters circumnavigating the world - to prevent that precious oversize cargo from "accidentally" falling out. Actually, let's be even more sure and throw a leather hood (no eye holes of course) over the whole thing and padlock it shut.

Of course, I hope you have me all securely tied up. Can't really gag somebody if they're not also bound, no? Throw on tons of rope and top it off with a shiny set of handcuffs over the wrists, behind my back, to prevent my fingers from exploring the knots. We wouldn't want all your hard work to get undone. Just use and toss into the closet when done.

Actually, hang on, a closet in NYC? Let's not get too carried away with our fantasies here and reel it in a tad.

My schedule has been packed lately (even though, of course, it should be my mouth that's really packed) so it's been a second since I gave my personal a do-over. But there's no time like the present. Besides, a friend has me all locked up in a metal chastity device and taken both keys - so it's not like I've got much else to do. I was actually pretty shocked by how much free time I have now. That notwithstanding, I really need to remember to specify a maximum number of days for these things. Maybe I'll take up macramé - rope is technically a kind of yarn if you are open-minded enough.

In case the subtext was not clear by now, bondage and damsels in distress are some of my favorite things. I would do it as a vocation if I could but unfortunately the SBA did not want to extend me capital for my mobile escape room and/or creepy windowless van.

I am looking for both online conversation and in-person play partners (and ultimately one primary partner but baby steps) who also share this passion of mine and for whom everything I have written so far pushes their buttons. If your idea of dirty talk involves us talking about how we can gag each other so tight that we've gagging on that thick gag, we're already off to a great start. I have been tied and tying plenty and it's not much of an exaggeration to say the bondage is something I'd engage in every day if I could. I'm in it for the helplessness, the restriction, and the relentless teasing and playing with. Rope and not-rope, Eastern or Western, as long as it involves inescapable restraint, sensory deprivation and thick, mouth-filling gags, I'm good, game and willing for most terrible ideas.

Right now, I am prioritizing longer term and more consistent connections. While I am not opposed to a more casual dalliance, unfortunately I just passed the big 30 and I'm not going to get any younger from here on out. In terms of geography, while it would be great if you were local to the NY metro area, I travel a lot and am happy to start online with an eye on in-person visits sometime in the future if we vibe – wordplay fully and shamelessly intended.

When I'm not hopelessly bound and gagged, photography is my other big love (I am always looking for tied up friends to shoot) along with drawing on my Wacom. At various other points in my life, I was a playwright, an army corporal, a copywriter, a student journalist, a software engineer, and a fixed income trader at a big bank I like to call Pound Town (because it was British). No, not simultaneously, but that list is funnily enough more or less in chronological order. If you want to get really nerdy about it, I specifically used to be on the repurchase agreements desk. Yes, I literally used to be a repo man.

But you didn't come here for me to wax lyrical about prime brokerage and rehypothecation. I’ve talked your ear off for long enough. Now, it's time for me to put a (literal) sock in it and pass the baton to you. Sometimes, at this point, people would ask the reader to include this or that word to indicate they have read to the end. As a twist, I instead ask that you include how you would gag the fuck out of me as part of your message, if you are so inclined, as a very ironic conversation starter.