Mancsbound – November
We’ve been promising for ages to get to this event in Manchester, but it falls on a Friday and it starts fairly early (7pm-11pm) in the back of the black Eagle. That normally means I don’t have time to get home from work and then head over, however with Sir Darren coming up for the weekend, we all made a conscious effort to head over to the event.
It wasn’t that busy in the black Eagle with us and around 5 other guys there on the night, but because there was lots of space to then play in and I had my two Sirs there, they inevitably wanted to to utilise the facilities, which I was most grateful. It started with me being tied into the cage in there I was actually quite surprised I fitted, and they roped my arms to the side of the cage and then placed a rope gag in my mouth as I talking just a little bit too much whilst inside there. That was partly due to the excitement of the night and getting to see Sir Darren again, as I enjoy being in his company so much and being of use when he needs me. I sorta realised that we miss a cage in our playroom of some description as I think I’d like to have a standing one for longer term storage.
Because I was able to still move my arms and managed to spit out the rope gag a couple of times when in the cage, I was taken out and then Sir Tony bound me to a chair that was over in the corner of the room. I still had the rope gag on which was a piece of rope that the organiser Terry had in his pile. It tasted very salty so I’m not sure what it had been used for in the past, but i added my own slobber onto it as the night progressed. I was also tickled regularly by Sir Darren which made me behave a lot more, and beg him to stop of course..
I was still able to adjust my jaw to get the rope gag out when i needed to, so Terry kindly then introduced me for the first time to the medical wrap. I’ve not been in this before, but I have to say its a great way to mummify the head, as you can still breathe through it, hear a lot better, but then cant see a thing. I hate being blindfolded. I see this as a proper punishment, as Im so nosy and love watching what goes on, especially in a club. Being blindfolded in a bar is another thing altogether as it totally puts you on edge and I was constantly listening out for what or who was around and what was going to happen to me, but instead my Sirs decided to practice rope harnesses on each other -something I would have loved to seen, but instead I had to sit there patiently, so it was proper punishment for my earlier cheekiness for spitting out the gag.
Because I sat there patiently, I was finally rewarded with some pup time, at the end before we headed off home. The time seemed to fly by, but we were there for the full 4 hours and a bit more by the time we packed up to leave.
In all, it was a really good night, and in a way I was glad that it was as quiet as it was, but this event should be a lot busier, as Terry has put a lot of hard work into getting it going, and it does remind me a lot of Fetishbound from down in London. We certainly now aim and will put in the extra effor to get to the future events, and I’m looking forward to definitely attending again in January with both Sirs too. *bounce*