Tying the Boss

I’m a construction worker. That may sound to you like a boring job. But it becomes more interesting when you’re gay and you have to lead a double life, in which, during the day, you’re a tough guy, and, at night, you’re a sweet gay. And when I ended up tying the boss, I realized that my life is quite interesting, actually.

Bondage has given me the perfect way to express myself. I can take all my skills form work, and use them to do beautiful scenes that also express my true identity. If it wasn’t for Shibari, I don’t know how I would handle my life. Of course, I could come out with the boys at work, but I just don’t think that’s a good idea. I know people are more open-minded nowadays, but I rather not putting them to the test.

The point is that, in my last job, we had a terrible boss. He would scream at us all day. And he would never be happy with our work. Now, after all these years of hiding my true self, I know a closeted gay when I see one. Our boss was definitely playing the unfriendly, I-hate-your work, kind of boss, because he was terribly afraid that we would find out the truth about him.

So, one afternoon, after everybody else had left, I went to his camper. I asked him to treat us better, but he continued playing his bad boss persona. He even fired me on the spot! I said I would go without protesting if he allowed me to do something. He agreed and I tied him right there and then.

At first, of course, he barked like never before. Eventually, however, he began to admit that he was enjoying what was happening between us through the ropes. After the scene, when he was resting in my arms like the proper rules of aftercare dictate, we agreed that he would stop being an abusive boss, and I would keep his secret safe. And that’s how tying the boss brought unexpected benefits for all the workers.

This is my Shibari story.