The Bondage Chronicle (Part 2)
I leave him to sit in the bondage chair a few minutes longer while I clear away a few items. He needs a rest. When I'm done I slowly release him from his hood. I bring the hood off in such a way that I control how much vision he gets bit by bit. Then I allow him to see me, see right into my eyes as I'm face to face with him. He is still glazed. Ok, more time for him to recover is needed. I slowly take the straps off but never take my vision from him. I maintain eye contact throughout. I don't think he knows when the last strap is off that he is released. Only when I command him to stand up does he notice. While standing I place his arms back in the standard straitjacket position and lead him into the cell. I don't want total darkness this time. I want him to see how dark it is. I want him to see my silhouette as I close the cell door. I want his eyes to adjust gradually and for him to see the outline of the chains and cuffs hanging around the cell. I place him in the head harness. Enough of a restraint, but with full vision. After securing him in the St Georges Cross I notice his cock and balls look too free. I'd taken the strap off for the sounds so decide to tie them up with some rope. His cock stands to attention once more.
So there I leave him. I leave him for exactly 10 minutes. No more, no less. When I return I give him a chance to guess how long he has been in isolation. I will let him have something he likes if he gets it right. He gets it wrong. We shall continue on my chosen path. I lead him out, take off the straitjacket and head harness. He thinks it's over. It's not.
He is led over to the stretching rack where I've placed the leather sleepsack. I tell him to sit on the edge. I want to put a hood on him. I climb up on the rack behind him and start to apply the controller hood. I know this is a heavy hood. It takes time to adjust to. I ensure I do it slowly, adjusting as I go. I make sure the mouth piece and the blindfold are off to start with. I like to build it slowly. Once on, and adjusted, I proceed to add in the mouth guard and blindfold. His breathing has changed. I see his chest rise and fall from my position behind him. I run my hands over his chest again. He is still warm. I get close enough to smell him, he still smells good. I get close to the leather to enjoy that smell too.
His hearing is restricted. I have to be firm with my commands to enable us to get him into the bodybag. This is a ritual for me. I like to do it in a particular way. I like to make all my adjustments as I go. I stand back and survey my property in my bodybag. I run my hands over the leather. Up and down the zips, over the nipple flaps, over his cock area. His cock reacts. I smile. He moans. After a few minutes I think it's time for the straps from the rack to be added in. I want to put one over his head to restrain it even further, but this restricts his breathing too much. I relent. I continue with the rest of the straps. Two over his body, two over his legs. They give my property the finishing touches to make a beautifully wrapped parcel of kink. I add in the breathing tube and control his breathing for a while.
More CBT follows. I get up on the rack. I use my heels to torment his cock. It's still hard. It's resilient after all it's been through. Other implements are used, my nails are dragged over his cock, I can see his whole body is twitching even though it's restrained beyond belief. He makes familiar noises through the breathing tube. His cock is taking more pain for me than it has ever done, my heel digs into his balls now, one last forceful dig with my heel and he explodes........I laugh!
I ask him how long he thinks we've been playing. He gets it wrong again!
So there I leave him. I leave him for exactly 10 minutes. No more, no less. When I return I give him a chance to guess how long he has been in isolation. I will let him have something he likes if he gets it right. He gets it wrong. We shall continue on my chosen path. I lead him out, take off the straitjacket and head harness. He thinks it's over. It's not.
He is led over to the stretching rack where I've placed the leather sleepsack. I tell him to sit on the edge. I want to put a hood on him. I climb up on the rack behind him and start to apply the controller hood. I know this is a heavy hood. It takes time to adjust to. I ensure I do it slowly, adjusting as I go. I make sure the mouth piece and the blindfold are off to start with. I like to build it slowly. Once on, and adjusted, I proceed to add in the mouth guard and blindfold. His breathing has changed. I see his chest rise and fall from my position behind him. I run my hands over his chest again. He is still warm. I get close enough to smell him, he still smells good. I get close to the leather to enjoy that smell too.
His hearing is restricted. I have to be firm with my commands to enable us to get him into the bodybag. This is a ritual for me. I like to do it in a particular way. I like to make all my adjustments as I go. I stand back and survey my property in my bodybag. I run my hands over the leather. Up and down the zips, over the nipple flaps, over his cock area. His cock reacts. I smile. He moans. After a few minutes I think it's time for the straps from the rack to be added in. I want to put one over his head to restrain it even further, but this restricts his breathing too much. I relent. I continue with the rest of the straps. Two over his body, two over his legs. They give my property the finishing touches to make a beautifully wrapped parcel of kink. I add in the breathing tube and control his breathing for a while.
More CBT follows. I get up on the rack. I use my heels to torment his cock. It's still hard. It's resilient after all it's been through. Other implements are used, my nails are dragged over his cock, I can see his whole body is twitching even though it's restrained beyond belief. He makes familiar noises through the breathing tube. His cock is taking more pain for me than it has ever done, my heel digs into his balls now, one last forceful dig with my heel and he explodes........I laugh!
I ask him how long he thinks we've been playing. He gets it wrong again!
You are definitely an artist in your form of bondage, and the attention you pay to his reactions, no matter how subtle, set you apart from the generalized view of what a professional Dominatrix is perceived to be.
ReplyDeleteWrapping my claustrophobic husband in the way that you illustrate would probably drive him half mad. Hmm:) Thank you for the detailed description and the photos.
Thank you Lady Grey. I like to think that it's an art form too. Something I'm always trying to improve on, expand, push and learn about. I take great inspiration from many other wonderful passionate Dommes from around the world, some professional, some not. It does not ever need to be about the money, it always needs to be about the experience. Being paid for it means I can indulge my passion more and spend more time on it. I definitely feel that it should be about quality over quantity. Thank you again for your lovely comments.
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