Serene had no idea she was about to put a whole new meaning on the phrase 'stuck in the middle'. She starts with both legs tied apart on on her knees. Elbows cinched back and wrists at her sides. One rope pulls her elbows and body back while a crotch rope pulls her body forward... tightly. The cherry on top is her hair is firmly secured to a suspension ring above her leaving her completely stuck. A fact soon confirmed by lots and LOTS of tickling.
In this further course of shedding the identity, becoming a simple slave, an object or even a gimp. The advancement by incremental training and the basis of each training always includes the entire complex of rules, control, punishment, training, drill and dressage with the ultimate goal of fully trained slaves in the sense of comprehensive disciplining, conditioning and final ownership. The conscious consent of the slave to break through the conventions of an existing frame of life or relationship and to establish M⁄s, D⁄S and sadomasochistic structures as the only valid framework in this new life plan. The training gradually opens the slave to a mental-emotional reorientation of one's self within. Routines include aspects of punishment, humiliation, control, pain and pleasure. These are the core elements of a real-life M⁄s D⁄S relationship.
Slaven 465 May2019: Was retrieved from the pit this day for the physical loss of identity by head shaved and gimp mask. Further obedience tra.
One ziptie is a challenge, a few a predicament, and nearly twenty is immobilizing. Mummified on the couch Cali doesn't give up though, struggling with the hope something will give. Her hopes are soon dashed after I add zipties securing her boots and gag to the couch anchors though. Click by click they tighten and pull her straight as a board and far more immobile than she could imagined. Helpless and unable to move, I push a magic wand between her legs to keep her occupied in her predicament. Through her feeble struggles it's hard to tell if it will bring her over the edge. Only time will tell and I have all day to let her try.
Coming up with new ideas can be exhausting sometimes so when Amanda has some idea's of her own I was all ears. She had found a picture online and loved the asymmetrical nature of it as she described it to me. I start with her left arm using several loops of rope leaving it in a very secure reverse prayer. Next her right wrist is tied to her left ankle leaving totally immobile. As I pushed a ball gag in her mouth I could tell she wasn't expecting it. I just reminded her that all ideas are subject to creative input. That's fair right?
While rope unquestionably gets the limelight for preferred restraints it's a shame to overlook its cousin the zip tie. Take Cali for example; my plans to frogtie her and cinch her elbows together could easily be done with rope. Why hide her sexy, shiny body under coils of rope though? With only a few simple zip ties Cali is completely immobile within minutes. No pesky knots for probing fingers to until. They even make sure she can't kick off her heels! Something a bit too loose? Making things tighter is never a problem as she soon found out.
When Viorica sent me a text that she was bored and home alone I knew just the thing to keep her entertained. Carrying out my instructions she secured all the keys for her handcuffs on alternating sides of the room. To get free, she'll have to squirm to a lock, unlock a key and squirm to the next until she unlocks them all and her handcuff key. Changing into a catsuit, she gags herself and puts leg cuffs around her ankles. With some trepidation Viorica picks up her handcuffs knowing that if she can't get free she'll be stuck for hours. Unable to turn down a challenge Viorica loops the handcuffs around her ankle chain and secures them tight. Now all she has to do is travel a dozen or so meters back and forth to get free. A trek far more exhausting than she bargains for!
Just a few minutes is all Jamie had to wait. I had promised her one of her favorite positions with the magic wand bound in just the right spot. I hadn't left her alone for 3 minutes but when I came back she had started the party without me. So with a quick change of plans Jamie soon found a different device bound to her pussy. The cold steel of the chastity belt cools her off quick as her cries of protest fall on deaf ears. There won't be any orgasms for Jamie today or maybe the week; I haven't decided yet. For now I'll just watch her work out her frustrations.
When someone looks as good as Hannah does in a catsuit you can't help but want to keep them in it. She starts with her legs frogtied, ballet boots locked on and belted tightly in place. I slide an armbinder up her arms and lace it tight leaving her totally helpless. Squirming on the floor Hannah tries her best to find a way out but it's not use. Knowing how flexible she is I can't help but add a few more belts around her chest and arms cinching everything extra tight. Hannah complains at first, but then again she's not in much of a position to do anything about it either.
Amanda stands alone in the basement with only the silence and four leather cuffs holding her limbs far apart. The spreader bar holding her wrists up is just high enough to keep her on her toes. Caught in a balance between pressure on her wrists or ache in her legs. Her grunting and moaning don't help her situation but Amanda can't help it. Her only saving grace is the catsuit and struggling is keeping her warm in the cold basement. At least under her captor returns and pulls the front zipper all the way down.
With her arms and legs bolted for the floor and pallet Jamie wasn't going anywhere. Just to give her that extra feeling of immobility I made sure to strap a trainer gag on her and chain the top to an anchor. Even with Jamie giving it all her strength not squeak came from the frame she was bolted to. To be sure a magic wand is secured in against her pussy put on low. With Jamie's range of motion measured in millimeters there is no getting away from the vibration. The effect is immediately obvious. Satisfied she's there for the long haul I kick it up to high I leave her to fight the onslaught of orgasms, losing count around five or six.
Hannah was a bit reluctant at first until I told her a surprise was involved. Decked out in a shiny red catsuit her arms are secured to a spreader bar above her head. Her legs are tied to a spreader bar below leaving her a bit uncomfortable in her 5" heels. A ballgag keeps her quiet while I leave her to ponder her surprise while she struggles. In her helpless state I take the opportunity to decorate her with a bit of white rope; making sure to frame her breasts nicely. Obviously anxious for her surprise I open the window blinds and tell her she'll be on display to the neighbors for the next hour. Panic and protests ensure and I start to get the impression this is not what she had in mind.
There's no question that Sarah loves rope and tighter the better. There is only one thing she enjoys more and a big reason she keeps her hair so long. As soon as I secured the last rope Sarah went right to struggling making sure there was no way out. Rolling and bouncing on the bed her freedom to move soon comes to a crashing halt when I tied her hair back to her ankles. Now Sarah's caught in a true predicament, pull her hair or continue to struggle. Gripping a tight hold her her bound hair I figured I'd let her have both as my finger dug into her very, very ticklish feet.
