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deep. Those are words I use to describe how I feel
when I'm in extreme bondage. I like to be restrained
in heavy inescapable bondage - I like how it looks,
and how it feels. I find it frightening, |
scary,
intimidating, and visually shocking - but at
the same time it's very erotic, sensual, and
emotionally fulfilling. What a strange mixture
of emotions! |
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What feelings do you experience when you look
at the photographs on this page? Do they scare
you or intrigue
you? Maybe a little of
both? To me, extreme bondage is similar to Extreme
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I
love to create extreme bondage experiences for
my own enjoyment - bondage has been an interest
of mine since I was a kid. I also like to share
my experiences, so hopefully you will find the
following bondage adventure interesting. The
photos on this page document an experience
I had while being cocooned within a Maxcita
bondage bag. |
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The author explores
the world of multi-layered bondage,
coining the phrase "In Deep" along
the way. |
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This
unique bag is manufactured by Doctor Mad Max
of Maxcita.com,
located in Canada. Two
of my good friends - Travis and Simone - purchased
a Maxcita bondage bag and offered to bring
it to my house one afternoon for me to experience.
I invited another bondage friend by the name
of Rebecca to join us. |
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knew right from the start that I wanted
to wear my full latex suit when I was confined
inside the bag. My tight-fitting latex
suit would create a more intense and cocooned
multi-layered bondage experience.
I've acquired quite a fetish attraction to
latex. I like how it looks and smells, and
how it feels. I have a more sensual
and sexual experience if I wear latex while
I'm tied up in bondage. |
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In addition to
latex, I've been wearing a gas mask during
my recent bondage play. The gas mask
is also made of rubber, and has an erotic
smell and feel of it's own. It's quite an
experience to be breathing through the gas
mask, rubber hose and air filter while being
so helpless in extreme bondage. As you can
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photos, it's an extreme experience on the outside
of the bondage bag as much as it is on the
inside! Luckily, my friends enjoy these extreme
images and we usually need to flip a coin to
decide who gets tied up first! |
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When
I combine latex with bondage, it provides me with
an enclosed feeling as though I'm somehow being
protected from the outside world. I feel like I'm
a babe-in-arms; warm, helpless, protected, and
physically/emotionally safe. I feel cuddled and
sheltered from harm. This can be a very deep and
emotionally satisfying experience. I suppose on
some emotional level it reminds me of being in
the womb, although I haven't thought about
it that much. Intense bondage also allows me to
slip into a dreamlike state, where I drift in and
out of the awareness of the room, the bondage,
and my surroundings. When I come out of the bondage
I feel deeply satisfied and emotionally rejuvenated.
Some people call this "being
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We setup the bondage
bag in my playroom in the back of the house. The playroom is nothing
more than a small bedroom which has been converted to a playroom
by installing dark carpet, overhead wood beams, and painting the entire
room black. |
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adjacent photos show the playroom
with the window curtain both open and closed.
The Maxcita bondage bag is lying flat on
the bondage table. If you look closely you
can see a heavy wooden structure
I built within the playroom. This allows me
to so attach chains and bondage gear around
the room without damaging the original walls
or ceiling of the house. |
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The bondage table is secured to the
wood structure so it can be folded up against
the wall when not in use. This creates additional
space for my cage
and bondage chair. You can see the chair
against the far wall, and the cage under
the bondage table. It's very satisfying to
have access to all this gear in one room. |
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The
window in the playroom overlooks my back yard,
and the neighbor's yard across the way. I often
see my neighbors sitting in their window, peering
through binoculars at my window - what's up with
that? I decided to close the curtains while we
were preparing for my Maxcita bondage bag experience.
After all, if the neighbors saw what we were up
to, they might copy us and be formidable competitors
in future World Olympic games! |
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My goal was to
experience the Maxcita bag for at least a few
hours, maybe more. I wanted to fully experience
it's confining and restrictive effects, and to
be completely helpless, cocooned inside heavy restrictive
rubber. I wanted to fulfill my craving for a dark,
scary and exotic bondage experience... |
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I wanted to fantasize that I was the victim
of some bizarre experiment; maybe I was
being tested for the effects of solitary
confinement. During the experiment a special
gas would be introduced into my rubber mask
which I would be forced to breath. |
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Through the lenses of my gas mask I watch
in horror as a pretty woman in a lab coat
connects the hose of my gas mask to a special
canister. I could sense the gas moving up
the hose with each breath I took. The
woman leaned over and peered into my eyes...
"No! Please! Help me!" I cried
as I struggled against my rubber and canvas
restraints. The woman gently cradled my
head as the gas entered my mask. She could
see the terror in my eyes - "Please
help me" I murmured
as my emotions reached out to hers. I felt
faint and lightheaded. I tried to grasp the
compassion I saw in her eyes but the compassion
quickly faded, and was replaced by an emotionless
smile. I heard her say "the
gas should be taking effect now" as
I slipped into the twilight of unconsciousness. |
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Okay, sorry, I got distracted
there for a moment with one of my great bondage
fantasies. All right, where were we... To
prepare for this bondage voyage, I first needed
to slip into my latex suit and hood. As you can
see in the photos below, I had dusted the latex
with baby powder which allows the suit to slip
on easily without clinging to my body, or itself.
The idea is to powder the inside of
the latex, but as you can see, the powder gets
on the outside of the latex as well, along with
the lens of the camera. Some people use a
silicone-based latex lubricant instead of powder,
but I find that the silicon gets on the rest of
my bondage gear and makes a big mess. |
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I prefer to wear layered latex
garments instead of a one-piece suit,
so I first slipped on my thick latex hood, and
zipped it up in back. This hood is made
by Cocoon in
England, and is made of much thicker material
than the rest of my suit. As you can see, the
hood has a wide shoulder skirt which covers my
neck, and no mouth opening. I enjoy the feel
of the heavier latex around my head and face
which feels more confining and restrictive. |
As soon as I zipped
the hood around my head, I started to feel
an erotic rush throughout my body.
The latex has a sensual smell and feel, much like
a second skin. The latex presses firmly against
my mouth and lips like someone's hand. The
hood seemed to instantly confine my emotions. Without
hesitation, I pulled on my latex shirt, made of
a thinner material. I've found that dressing in
layers allows the latex to fit much closer to my
body than a one-piece latex suit. |
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Next,
I pulled my "farmer john" suit
over the latex shirt. This suit has a zipper
that starts at my lower back, runs
between my legs, and up the front of the
suit, ending at the top of my neck just
under my chin. |
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Three zipper handles
run the length of this opening so
once the suit is closed, I can move a pair
of the zippers down the front to create
a small opening for my cock, while the
rest of the suit remains tightly closed. |
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Last,
I pulled on a pair of tight latex briefs
which have a zippered pouch opening. This
is handy for last minute bathroom breaks
and for accessing my cock after I'm bound.
The pouch fits snugly around my cock which
only adds to my erotic plight. |
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Simone
was standing by with a wet sponge and as soon
as I was finished dressing she ran the sponge
over my entire suit to remove the excess powder.
Finally, I slipped my hands
into a pair of long rubber
gloves, and saton the side of the
bondage table. I was ready. |
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I felt an erotic excitement
growing inside me, along with some old-fassioned
anxiety. I was excited with anticipation, and
at the same time afraid of the restrictive
bondage I was about to be confined in.
There's a fine line between the enjoyment of
intense bondage, and the fear and possible
panic. Usually the fear and panic can be offset
by sensual and erotic feelings, and the enjoyment
of the bizarre situation.
I would be testing this theory in the next
few minutes. |
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I was about to be cocooned
inside multiple layers - rubber,
canvas, lace and
leather straps. I felt as if this were
some crazy hospital where the patients
are restrained and never released. I could
be tied up for days on end and there would
be no escape and
no one to come rescue me. Maybe my friends
Travis and Simone are really a mad
scientist and Nurse Rachet in disguise? |
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It's funny how our minds
conjure up the most extreme images of
possible danger. I guess that's our fight-or-flight
response. That same automatic and extreme
evaluation of circumstances is what often
leads us to panic when we play these intense
bondage games. Like claustrophobic reactions
to elevators or airplanes, our minds are
sometimes too quick to sound the danger alarm. |
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With
anticipation, I lifted my legs up and onto
the table, and sat in the center of the open
bondage bag. I was as ready as I would ever
be. I knew that what I was about to do might
seem bizarre to some people, but it turns
me on just the same. |
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In my earlier days of
exploring the BDSM scene, I
was quite reluctant to be put in bondage
around other men, and had no desire to be
touched or tied by another male. As a young
boy I had some rather unsettling experiences
with older men who approached me for sexual
favors. But, over the last few years
I have hosted a number of bondage parties
and presented bondage demonstrations
which included both men and women. As a result,
I have come to understand that playing with
bondage around other men doesn't mean that
they have permission to touch me, and it
doesn't mean that I'm required to be sexual
with them. |
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I am now mature enough
to be able to evaluate the people I choose
to play with - and choose to play with only
mature and responsible individuals and couples
who respect my boundaries. So I'm pretty
much at ease when men participate in my
bondage play sessions, and I'm also at
ease when I help other men during their
play. For anyone - male or female
- to experience serious bondage, the focus
is always on safety and
logistics,
not what sex the participants are, or
what part they play in the in
the scene. I'm
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have a big group of friends who are into
bondage, and I enjoy participating with
all of them, and together we have had wonderful
experiences. I still favor being under the
control of a woman while in bondage, but
if I don't concern myself with the men
participating in the scene it allows us all
to have a more enjoyable time. |
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As a matter of fact, the
bondage scene on this page could not have
been done without the assistance and gear
owned by my friends - both male and female.
This bondage scene was actually done twice
on two consecutive days, and took five people
including myself to facilitate. The
photos span both days,
and the two scenes took a combined time of
8-10 hours. |
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Travis
and Simone helped me into the bag by guiding my
hands into the openings of the arm sheaths
I had mentioned earlier. In the photos below, you
can see my arms disappeared into the sheaths as
they pulled the bag up around my shoulders.
As I laid down on my back, they tugged the bag
around me. Even though the bag wasn't closed
I was already feeling quite helpless because my
hands were caught up in the internal sheaths
and of no use to me.
My mind was screaming - I wanted to struggle and
escape while there was still time. My chance to
escape was just about gone; once they closed the
bag there was no way I could get free on my own. |
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Inch by inch, Travis
and Simone began to close the bag with it's industrial-strength
zipper, starting at the bottom. I heard the buzz
of the zipper as I felt my feet and calves being
pulled together. As the zipper made it's way up
the bag, I fell into a deeply submissive and emotionally
helpless state. My hands and fingers felt strangely
useless; caught up in the warm thick rubber
gloves. I felt as if I were embarking on a long
solo voyage, a journey that was exciting yet dangerous,
and I would be depending on my comrades for assistance
along the way. |
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Once the front of the bag was
zipped closed, a canvas flap extending from
my knees to my neck was folded over the zipper
and held down by Velcro. Travis had told me that
this was an off-the-shelf medium size
bag, and as you can see, my body
filled the bag perfectly, as though it had been
custom made. |
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As I have said in many past
articles - more bondage is better. So without hesitation,
Travis and Simone began lacing a length of white
nylon cord down the front of the bag, covering
over the zipper and it's canvas flap. As they cinched
the lace, it gathered up any slack left in the
canvas, making the bag feel as tight as a second
skin. The feeling was incredible - and also very
scary. I was already compressed by my latex
suit, so the cinching of the bag was even more
confining. In addition, the canvas is thick
and unforgiving, so when the lace was pulled tight
the bag molded around my body like it was poured
from a big vat of liquid canvas. |
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The nylon lace was tied off
at the foot of the bag, and without stopping,
eight wide canvas straps were then buckled around
the outside of the bag - each cinched up with
just enough tension to be felt inside the bag above
and beyond the tension of the lace. Yikes!
Is this what women experience
when they are laced into a corset? |
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To
this day, I'm
sure my experience was similar to the swaddling
of American Indian babies in blankets by their
mothers - only ten times more restrictive! |
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As you can see in the center
photo above, I tried to sit up, but I
could hardly move. I wasn't going anywhere. My
latex suit - especially my hood - intensified my
helpless feeling and gave me a sense that I
was somehow disconnected from the room. My senses
and emotions felt like they were being confined
within the latex. |
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What a sight I must of been.
Quick! Someone bring a mirror so I can see too!
I never stop enjoying the visual imagery of extreme
bondage. When I see intense bondage like this I
can never seem to decide if I want to be in the
bondage, or the one on the outside putting
someone else into the bondage. The photo to the
right is an example of great bondage imagery.
It evokes a number of emotions and questions within
the viewer. I wonder what would happen if this
photo were printed on the front page of the New
York Times? |
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I
had a conversation with Fakir Musafar about
latex and bondage. For those who don't
know the name, Fakir is known worldwide
for his fifty years of research and personal
exploration of primitive rituals
and body decoration. He has a fantastic
web site at www.bodyplay.com. |
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Fakir said that
during his out-of-body experiences he
discovered that he was unable to pass through
rubber or glass. I have thought about
this many times since. I feel emotional
stability and satisfaction when I'm wearing
tight latex, especially thick latex
hoods. Could it be that the latex provides
a kind of spiritual insulation, grounding
my thoughts and emotions, keeping them
within me, instead of letting my spirit
wonder by passing through the latex? |
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After
taking a short break, Travis and Simone pulled
out fourteen heavy leather straps and set them
on the bondage table beside me. The straps are
manufactured by Humane
Restraint, and are used for
restraining patients in real hospitals and institutions.
Each strap was threaded through a D-ring
on the side of the bag, then threaded through
a corresponding pad-eye around the perimeter of
the table. Each D-ring of the bag is attached to
the white canvas strap which circles the bag, so
when the leather straps are tightened they pull
against the canvas straps - pinning me to the table!
As Travis and Simone carefully tightened
each strap to position me squarely
in the center of the table, I thought to myself... "Man,
I'm really in deep!" |
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The
leather straps were adjusted and readjusted
to hold me straight and centered.
The position of each pad-eye fastener around
the edge of the table matched the D-rings of
the bag. This allowed the leather straps to
be drawn up snugly, providing equal tension
on all the canvas straps. |
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At this point Simone opened
the window which allowed fresh air to enter and
circulate within the playroom.
Care must be taken with multi-layer bondage to
ensure that the person in bondage doesn't overheat
and panic. In this extreme bondage, it would take
a few minutes for me to be released if I were to
panic, which is a LONG TIME. Panic can feed on
itself in a matter of seconds, creating more body
heat, which in turn creates more panic. Keeping
the room cool, or even cold, greatly reduces the
risk of panic. |
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Also, as you may have noticed
in earlier photos that my feet were not covered
in latex. At some point during this bondage scene
Travis opened the bottom of the bag and
allowed cool air from the window to circulate
around my feet. Cooling my feet
proved to be very calming, and allowed my mind
to focus on that one area of my body which was
able to expel heat. The canvas bag has multiple
zipper handles which allow the bag to be opened
anywhere along the front of my body. Since the
canvas flap covering the zipper didn't extend down
past my knees, opening the bag at my feet was easy
to do. In the photo above, notice the extra zipper
handles at the bottom of the bag. |
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Up
to this point I haven't mentioned Rebecca, who
was busy snapping photos. Not wanting to be left
out of the action, Rebecca handed the camera to
Travis and climbed onto the bondage table. She
passed her hand over the top of the canvas bag,
feeling it's tightness and the warmth radiating
from my body. Being a top, Rebecca went out of
her way to kneel on the leather straps with her
tall red boots, knowing that the straps would be
pulled even tighter on the sides of the bag. "Just
wait until you're strapped in this bag!" I
mumbled through my thick latex hood. She just
laughed. Clearly, Rebecca was enjoying her dominant
position over me. |
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I
could see the excitement in her eyes and smile.
It had been a long time since I was in
such a helpless and dependent position, and
Rebecca knew it. I felt her dominant energy
as she threw her booted leg over my torso
and straddled my helpless body. I knew what
was coming next. I knew that I was in control
of this scene; I could shout "stop" and
the scene would end and everyone would untie
me. Yet I yearned for the next level of this
bondage voyage, so I tried to stay calm while
Rebecca prepared for the next step. |
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One
of my deepest bondage fantasies was about
to be fulfilled - the ultimate total enclosure
bondage experience was right in front of
me. Travis handed her the gas mask and it's
long rubber hose. |
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Rebecca lowered the gas mask and carefully
seating it to my face. After arranging the
rubber straps behind my head, she gently
tightened them one at a time, which sealed
the mask to my face. |
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After
the straps were secured, Rebecca laid my head
down on the table. I felt exhilarated, docile,
and deeply satisfied.
I was in so deep that I was beyond words. I was
so happy. I was in bliss, and far
beyond helplessness. This was an experience I
had been seeking all my life. Rebecca seemed to
be enjoying herself too. This was
indeed, "serious bondage" and I was
in really deep. What emotions do you experience
when you view these photos? |
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Personally, I feel sexually
excited. I'm also amazed that such an attractive
and popular woman like Rebecca would participate
in such a bizarre activity - I guess women are
kinkier than I realized. Also, I feel some amount
of embarrassment admitting that I enjoy such bizarre
activities. When I view these photos I want to
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As
Rebecca laid down beside me I realized I
was letting her see one of my deepest
and darkest kinks. I felt embarrassed; "what
kind of a person would want to be tied
up like this?" I asked myself. |
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But maybe I'm not so
strange after all. Suppose other people
feel attracted to this kind of play,
but haven't had the opportunity to explore
it in a safe and trusting environment? |
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I have had fantasies
about intense bondage, sensory depravation
and solitary confinement since I was a
kid, influenced by movies like Barbarella,
James Bond, and the The
Avengers.
These fantasies of extreme bondage have always
been very erotic and stimulating to me.
Thanks to my friends, at 46 I'm finally
doing the things I fantasized about as
child. |
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Fortunately, Simone
had the presence of mind to open the window
of the play room. The combination of Rebecca's
sexy leg resting on my torso, the thick latex
hood and the layers of bondage, it was fairly
difficult for my body to keep cool. In addition,
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If my body started to
overheat in the slightest, I would start
to panic. Not fun. Panic can happen very
quickly during the most simple of bondage
scenes. We were all aware of the risks
during this scene. The latex doesn't breathe
at all, so sweat that my body produced didn't
have any cooling effect. On the other hand,
tight latex does transmit heat in both directions.
The room felt cool to my head, even through
the thickness of the latex hood. As long
as my head and feet were cool and I was
breathing cool and unrestricted air, I was
OK. |
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In
the photo above you can see that I tried to raise
my head to touch Rebecca's face; it seemed like
the only affectionate gesture I could make at the
time. I don't recommend this kind
of bondage play unless you have had a LOT of other
bondage experience first. |
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Bondage
play can be dangerous and
even fatal, regardless of how
simple it appears.
Panic, choking, fainting, overheating,
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of circulation
or cramps can quickly arise without warning,
and turn an innocent bondage scene into
a full medical disaster - not to mention
unexpected or uncontrollable events like
house fires, earthquakes, gas leaks, electrical
shorts or burglars. |
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There is no such thing
as "oh, that would probably never
happen." Both
players are jointly responsible for their
decision to play with bondage. Never
put someone in bondage without full,
continuous and uninterrupted monitoring.
If you play with bondage, do so at your
own risk. |
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My
breaths whispered in and out through the valves
and passages of the gas mask. I could feel a slight
resistance each time I inhaled because I was breathing
through an air filter which was attached to the
end of the hose. Each inhale was filled with the
pungent odor of rubber and latex, which was both
soothing and erotic. |
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tested my bondage by trying to move and sit up. No slack whatsoever.
I could wiggle my fingers, but I couldn't
feel anything through the heavy rubber gloves. |
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I
wondered about the neighbors... were they watching
us through the open window? Were their binocular
lenses steamed up like the lenses of my gas
mask? I was quite turned on and riding a
thin line between erotic excitement and shear
panic. This is the line that serious bondage
players unconsciously strive to achieve. A
very thrilling experience indeed, and such
an intimate experience to share with my friends. |
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Serious bondage players find that the intensity of the bondage
is somehow offset by it's erotic, sexual,
and emotional pleasures. These erotic
pleasures allow me to balance my own fear
and panic when I'm severely immobilized. |
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I wanted to be left in
this bondage for a few hours, to fully experience
it's depths, and to play with dream-like
fantasies in my head. |
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I don't usually get a
chance to have this kind of intense bondage
experience. I usually put someone else in
bondage, but I rarely experience being tied
up myself. I'm a switch, but I just haven't
found the right woman to switch with. |
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I
drifted off into a dreamy fog, somewhere between
sleep and fantasy, where the twilight of reality
slips in and out of my awareness. I would occasionally
come back to the awareness of the room,
and re-experience my bondage as
if it were for the first time - what a rush
that would
create through my body. I could lift
my head and look towards the window, and each
time the room would be a little darker as
evening approached. Please I thought... don't
untie me just yet... I'm having such a wonderful
time! |
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Equipment
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Latex suit,
Israeli style gas mask - Mister
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Latex hood
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Canvas bondage
bag - Maxcita |
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Tan leather straps - Humane Restraint |
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Rubber gloves
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Rubber gas
mask hose - Studio Gum |
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Bondage platform
- home made |
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