I want to thank everyone from the Renegades organization that welcomed me to their camp and helped make my weekend memorable. Camp Renegade 96 After communicating via the internet with a member of the Renegades, I was sent an application to go to their annual run, and was encouraged to submit a fantasy with the application. I had never played with the group before, so I figured it would be appropriate that I get initiated that weekend. They agreed. The day before the camp started, I received an express mail envelope telling me what I was to pack for the trip. I was to bring several changes of clothes, boots, a sweatshirt, all my hoods, my slave harness, butt plugs, dildos and a ball spreader. It took two bags to put all of the stuff. It was the most clothes I had packed all summer. I was told to wear a tank top, a pair of very short shorts, socks and sneaks when I checked in. I had to unpack everything to show that I complied with my orders, then told to strip. That would be the last I would have clothes on the rest of the weekend. I remained naked, even for the meals where everyone dressed up. At 4PM Saturday afternoon, I was untied from my bunk, and told to report to the dining hall to serve snacks. They had tried to do this scene the day before, but no "official" scene was to begin until later that evening after registration ended. So I knew it would be a little different. I asked if I was to wear anything for this, and was told if I did, it would just be removed. When I got there, I was told that my fantasy would be fulfilled. The pool table at the one end of the dining hall was covered with plywood and I was told to get up on my elbows and knees. Cuffs were buckled on each ankle and wrist, and the ankles were attached together. I knew that the plywood would get painful quickly, so they brought out a vinal mat for me to kneel on. It helped a lot. A collar was locked around my neck, then my wrists were tied to each side of the collar, forcing me up on my elbows. I was told to spread my knees and a pole was placed behind my legs. Rope was tied to each elbow and brought back to the pole, keeping me bunched up. Then a rope was threaded through an apple and that was used to gag me. My back and ass was given an alcohol bath. I was now ready to become a snack table. I could not figure out how this became part of my fantasy, until I was told that I had said something about being humiliated. This was it. Now the snacks were added. Cookies were placed all over my back. Then dip, celery, cheeses, whipped cream and some other food was added. Then a long candle was put in my ass, and donuts were hung from the part sticking out. This proved popular, and I was reloaded with more after 15 minutes. After all the food was put on me, the member who tied me up brought out a watch. It was 4:30. I was told that I would have to remain where I was until 5:00. People came by and got snacks off of me, and asked how I was. I gave them a thumbs up. After ten minutes, circulation became a problem in my hands, and it became apparent to a couple of members. I tried to get my arms in a better position, but eventually, they had to untie my elbows and release my hands from the collar, so I could put my weight on my forearms. That took me out of most of the bondage, but circulation was restored. I made it till 5:00, and it must have looked good to some, since they suggested that I be the table for dinner, too. I was the first person in the dungeon when it opened Saturday morning. I was walking around when security walked in. Since I was the only one there - and he was on duty as security - he decided to do his job and secure me to a great bondage table. It was a padded leather covered table with hooks in the shape of a human form and more hooks around the base where the table was fastened. Two holes were cut in the bottom to put your feet, a hole was cut in the middle and another at the head, so if you laid face down, you could be secured tight and without discomfort - unless it was from the tightness of the rope. He decided to tie me face up though. My feet were fastened just off the table while the rest of me was secured tightly - weaving the ropes back and forth and pulling tight. One of my hoods was put over my head and fastened tight. Then he started to tickle me and play with my nipples. It wasn't long before I felt another pair of hands joining in. For the next 90 minutes, I remained tied to the table while various people played with me. By mid-afternoon I was ready for a nap. They had assigned me the first top bunk nearest the steps to the bunkhouse, so I was awakened whenever someone came or went. And Bertha decided to dump six inches of rain that night, so that kept everyone restless all night. Put that together with the fact that I had been in scenes since 10AM, and I felt that I needed to get recharged. A friend from the Philly Bondage Club, Dave, was there, and he decided to tie me to my bunk. He took out four rope cuffs and tied me spread eagle to the corners of my bunk. It was simple, but I wasn't going anywhere. Dave wasn't going to let me sleep, either. He figured as I was a pledgeboy, I should be available to the amusement of people walking by. So he took his time and tickled my feet - running his fingers up and down my soles while I tried in vain to avoid his touch. He took the cover off of me and tickled me from head to toes. It wasn't long until another joined the fun. After tickling me and playing with my nipples, he asked if I was the one that was tied to the table earlier. I told him I was. He informed me that the table was his and then introduced himself to me. James Bond, the photographer for Bound and Gagged magazine. I had wanted to meet him, since I had heard how good of a player he was, but didn't know how to approach it. We had a nice long talk, and I found out he had spent a lot of time in my home town and I never knew it! I hoped that I would get the opportunity to get tied by him. Sunday morning, it did. I walked into the dungeon after performing a pledgeboy chore, and James asked if I wanted to get tied up! Do you EVEN think that I was going to say no? He took me over to a ladder made of 2x4's. It was about four feet wide and had spaces in between of about the same width of the boards. James backed me to the board and had me put my hands down by my sides and out away from my body. He took a rope and tied my arms and wrists to the board. I checked the tension. "I think I could get out of this in 45 minutes." I probably shouldn't have said that. James took another piece of rope and tied the shoulders and chest TIGHT to the boards. "Will that add another 45 minutes?", he added jokingly. He had put his foot to the boards to pull the rope tight to my chest. I was not going anywhere, and James picked up another piece of rope. He spread my legs and tied each ankle to the boards. He took another rope and tied my waist and hips TIGHT to the boards, putting his foot to the boards again and pulling. If my hips were out of alignment before, they sure were not now. Another rope was added to secure my legs tighter. Then another went around my arms more. Another rope was used to tie my fingers apart and to the boards, then another was wrapped around my cock and ball and tied tight. Finally, he put a double hood on me that zippered in the front and tied the hood to the boards. I couldn't move anything except my toes and I was flying!!! James teased my body, tickling me and playing with my cock. My cock was so sensitive from all the stimulation that he was driving me nuts. It was GREAT. Believe it or not, as tight as I was tied, I did not have a circulation problem. But eventually, the stimulation got to me and I started to feel faint. The hood was removed and I was given water, but my head was spinning. James and Dave, who happened to be nearby and admiring the ropework, started to untie me as I slumped. They kept the rope holing my chest to the boards on me, so I wouldn't collapse. About half way untied, I came clear again and had a big grin on my face. It was the tightest I've EVER been tied up and it was great. Hopefully we'll get a chance to play again soon. You want to know how tight I was tied? It took over 7 hours for the rope marks to disappear from my body.