Monday, 6 December 2010

The Bondage Chronicle (Part 1)

So he was to come at 1pm. The snow being a close companion for the last week or so meant we were both running late. Our friend who was meeting us later had to cancel altogether due to the snow. I knew therefore, we had no time constraints. I'm not sure if he knew that, just yet.

So coffee was made, general chit chat was had, then time to move next door. He didn't know what was planned. I knew exactly what I wanted and having more time meant I was going to get exactly that.

He was naked, as usual. His smell I love, most men smell good, he smells especially good. His skin is warm, it always is. I run my crop over his back and see him sigh. He still has his head down and can only see my boots. When I allow him to see me he makes more noises, I chuckle.

I start off very basic. I want to lull him into a false sense of security. Or perhaps I want him to think 'is that it, is that your best shot'? I place cuffs on his wrists and ankles, a collar around his neck, a leather strap around his cock and balls then take him over to the spanking bench. I make him sit facing outwards and then shackle his limbs loosely to the frame. I then place a leather bag hood on his head and tighten it slightly. I hear his breath quicken, I see his chest rise and fall, I smell his body, he still smells good. I proceed to do some light CBT, NT and general teasing with him restrained. His cock twitches, a lot. I get up close to smell the leather from his hood. I get so close I see my make up has powdered the hood slightly, I'm enjoying myself. After some more CBT he is untied. The one strap across his body is undone, his shackles are released, the hood is removed and I slowly lead him to the middle of the room. He is smiling, he likes restraint, not his number one fetish, but he likes it none the less.



Leather is going to play a big part today. I'm enjoying the smell and I like to slowly build on a theme. I'm going on a journey and taking him with me. Next is my leather straitjacket. I carefully, slowly, painstakingly slowly ease him into it. I smooth it over his chest, his back, his arms. I run my hands over him while standing behind. I bring my arms through and enjoy the contours of his chest. He still smells good. I place the hood back on him, again slowly tightening it, smoothing it over the contours of his face, getting up close and enjoying feeling his breath through the tiny nose holes. I leave his arms loose around his body. I'm sure he is wondering why I'm not securing them in the normal straitjacket position. I've other plans. He can't quite hear what I'm doing due to the hood. I smile knowing he has no clue. The leather suspension harness gets gently placed over his shoulders, the straps get tightened around his thighs, adjusted, then readjusted as the leather starts to warm. Now I take his arms and place them around his body with the help of a leather extension strap.

He must know now what is coming as I arrange the overhead suspension and attach it to his harness. I slowly start to raise him up and as his feet leave the floor he spins a tiny amount, just enough to disorientate him. I have that suspension clip added especially to aid a little bit of spinning. At this moment I'm glad I've done it. I can tell already he is disorientated. I touch him, his cock, balls, ass and legs are all still uncovered and accessible. I enjoy running my hands over him while he is suspended. I then bring a footstool out, place it behind him. I step up behind him and use my hand over mouth for some mid air breath control from behind while pulling his body close to me. I still feel his warmth.









Soon I want him in a different position. I attach the ankle suspension cuffs to him and then attach to a suspension bar. His legs are now raised to an upright position. Great access point. I attach electrics. First to his cock and balls. I play with the controls for a while, watching him writhe as best he can while being suspended. Next I add in some anal electrics. I know he has never had this before. I'm curious to see how he reacts. He likes. He likes a lot. I chuckle as I see him trying to push against nothing and hump mid-air. I'm blowing his mind and I know it. He's now been up there long enough. I take the electrics away and slowly bring him down. When he stands up he sways, his head and body wanting to go one way, his legs refusing to do anything, his mind not knowing where it wants to go.










I lead him over to the bondage chair. He is still wearing the straitjacket but I undo his arms. I rub his shoulders and he crumples slightly. I know he is gone. I'm enjoying every minute, and every sound he makes gets me higher and higher. Now that I've taken off the hood I can see his eyes are glazed, he has no concept of time and we still have lots more on our hands.
 
He is secured into the chair. Every strap is used. The ankle straps, the thigh straps, the waist strap, the chest strap and the arm straps. I leave the last strap until after I've put the hood back on, making it even tighter this time. I then add in the headstrap. I've never used this on him before. I hear him groan, his cock grows with his enjoyment. Another thing he likes. His cock is standing to attention, still bound by it's leather strap. It needs attention. Some sounds I think. He usually likes to see the sound going in. Today I'm going to deny him that. I want his other senses to work for him. I want him to smell the solution I'm cleaning his cock with. I want him to smell the antiseptic on my gloved hands. I want him to feel every sensation of that cold hard stainless steel sound as it travels down his urethra. I want him to hear the sound of me chuckling as I trace the path of the sound externally as it travels along inside him. I tell him I'm fucking him. It's role reversal. The female invading and penetrating the male. He is nothing but a cock to be invaded, to be violated, to be used. I hear him agreeing. When I'm done I continue with some CBT. He groans, he moans, he sighs. His cock still stands to attention. When I'm finished, I get close again. I kiss his leather covered mouth, he moans and whimpers....I can smell your perfume.


2 comments:

  1. Lady Annisa, that seems like one incredible journey that you both had!

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