To whom am I saying this, well you - anyone who might be reading, and me, the writer. I've not been off bondage and dressing up, quite the opposite in fact as I have a backlog of stories to share, but I've simply been too busy to spend the right amount of time doing my blog after the bondage.
I have three sessions with K&R to recount and two others with Mistress Atrum-Dea plus a three day road trip with her that will get special attention!
Another reason for the missed postings is lack of pictures, without the pictures to remind me of my experiences, I find it hard to recall them as once dressed, and even more so when bound, my mind turns to mush and as such I honestly need a prompt to be able to accurately share what happened.
So I have decided to start breaking the backlog, whilst I wait for pictures to arrive, of my most recent session with Mistress Atrum-Dea.
Our last session was the three day road trip, of which more later, but following on from that trip I had been jolly busy and really needed some rest and relaxation. And where better to find this than a trip to MAD's new photographic studio!
She has acquired a studio that is primarily used for her photography business - she is not just a talented bondage expert but a bloody good photographer as well - she does "normal stuff" but obviously does the more alternative side as well - try her out, she is really very good.
However, my point is that certain clients are allowed to visit her at this studio and the atmosphere is completely and utterly homely and relaxed. Which as it happens is just how I like my bondage as for me there is no need for all of the theatricals that you often find with a pro-domme, I just want to be able to be dressed up and tied up!
I'd decided before the visit that instead of my more industrial type of stuff, Helly Hansen and Ocean Rainwear etc, I'd travel light and as such I only had with me my ladies underwear stuff, breasts, rubber riding boots, rubber calf length dress and a rubberised cotton mac from Ilse Jacobsen. The mac is actually street wear and I have one that I wear most days, even if it is not rainy! It's lightweight but as noisy as can be and totally waterproof!
MAD and I had chatted on text earlier in the day and she had told me she might be early and as I was in the area, I was early too - dressing up and bondage can never start to early in the day for me! In fact one of the features of our three day road trip was that I was dressed in my rainwear or rubber pretty much all of the time I was not asleep, and was bound countless times - but as I said, that is for another day!
Meeting MAD is now very much like meeting my friend - as that in fact is what it is. I am certain that were the whole dressing up and bondage thing to come to a halt, we'd still see each other for dinner/coffee/lunch etc. In fact were it not for the fact that she has a partner, as do I and she is many years younger than me, I'd be throwing rose petals in her path in an attempt to woo her! I suspect she is fully aware of this. In truth, it has nothing to do with the bondage, she is a quite amazing person to know.
So when meeting a friend, what is the first thing one does? That's right, make a coffee and catch up on what has happened since we last met, and that is exactly what we did.
Of course it was not long before MAD instructed me to get ready and so I stripped myself of my civvies totally and started from the beginning.
First the, now slightly tatty, skimpy ladies pants she gave me ages ago. Freshly laundered of course but looking the worse for wear, but still my favourite item of clothing to first don as I start my journey into dressing heaven. Then my thick black tights followed by my woman's body shaper with integral bra and then the breasts.
By this stage, even though I'd decided not to go much further - make-up or wig, I was feeling totally and utterly different and this was going to change even more so the minute I put the rubber dress on, which I did, followed by my rubber riding boots and the mac. The final addition being the wide black weightlifters belt and then the black rubber gloves.
I stood there, now totally and utterly in a trance and MAD had me sit in the chair. At this point she plunged me further into simply being an object by hooding me - we'd purchased a simple elasticated hood the last time we met - with a nose hole and mouth hole but nothing else, gagging me with a new - also acquired when we last met, ball gag and then blindfolding me with a latex strip. The results can be seen in the pictures but the effect was total.
I have recently tried to explain to a very great friend, that when I am in this situation, bondage is not actually necessary to keep me immobile, as I essentially become nothing more than an object and can be treated as such, and often am when I visit K&R - blog to come.
Of course, the bondage is never far away with MAD and soon she was strapping me up, tying my legs and ankles and roping my arms to the chair. After a while, as is usual with MAD, I was simply but totally and utterly effectively bound and could hardly move a muscle.
Of course, the "hardly" move a muscle is nothing more than a challenge to MAD and so she wrapped me in black pallet wrap and then duct taped me in several places to myself and to the chair.
Now I really could move nothing except my head - MAD even expressed dissatisfaction at this fact and we are now on the lookout for some sort of medical head restraint that will help her in this matter - suggestions from anyone reading would be most welcome.
And so, in typical and rather splendid MAD fashion, she then made herself another cuppa and chatted to me whilst I was bound - see, no theatricals but simply wonderful company and dressing up/bondage. I have a fantasy that MAD ties me up just like this in the company of another person - not from the scene and I really do become the object that I so feel like - just something in the room rather than a human being!
Here are the pics:
Remembering that it takes a long time for MAD to actually tie me up, and a great amount of physical exertion is spent on her part, I generally get about an hour in each position before she either unties me, or loosens one rope to see if I can untie myself.
I love to try and escape and MAD loves to see me try, but to be frank once fully bound to her standards, escape is pretty much impossible. Unless of course she unties a critical bond and that is what she did here. The struggle to then loosen and finally escape from the bondage is immense as is the satisfaction of having done so.
After much wriggling, struggling and effort I finally freed myself only to be told to remove my mac!
Still wearing all of my other stuff, MAD then placed me in the leather straightjacket that I'd been given earlier in the year and strapped and roped me firmly into it.
One rather sensuous variation on this occasion was that as I was wearing the rubber dress and tights, in order for the crotch straps to be done up and pulled tight, the dress had to be pulled up, revealing my tights and boots. The feeling as the crotch straps were pulled over my dress which in turn was over my ladies underwear, was extraordinary and turned me instantly into an object.
The way MAD straps and ropes the jacket to me means that the bondage is instant, total and yet so comfortable I feel I could stay like that all night.
Mad has in her studio, a long black couch which clearly has many purposes, some of them quite usual, however one of the uses, less usual I suspect is effected by the fact that all around the rim of this couch, which converts into a flat bed, there are metal rings. The metal rings of course allow MAD to tie me down and this is exactly what she did, of course she first tied me up, straps and rope paying particular attention to my legs.
I have told her before that I love my legs and in particular my ankles to be strapped or tied so tight they simply can't move. This is what MAD does and as the strap/rope tightens around my rubber booted ankles, I drift deeper into a trance. Anyone who knows bondage will tell you that securely tied ankles are so very hard to escape from, simply because you have no movement and therefore no leverage.
Once suitably tied down, MAD then added the straightjacket hood over the material one I already had on and once again left me whilst chatting to me all of the time.
Here are the pictures and once again, don't be fooled by the simplicity of the bondage, it was complete and once again, apart from my head, I could not move a muscle.
Needless to say, and this will be understood by anyone who knows what a relaxing effect bondage has on me, I fell asleep! Heaven.
Time passed and MAD let me go, with the straightjacket there is no simple loosening of rope so that I can release myself. A good straightjacket properly applied - and this was both, is a piece of complete bondage engineering and unless I am let out, I'd still be in it now!
I really do want to try a long extended period in this jacket and a fantasy is a full day in it with all of my bodily functions - in and out - controlled!
Once released, MAD turned the bed back into a couch and I redressed in my mac and wide belt. On top of this she applied a device e we'd come up with a couple of years ago and that was the rubber riding boot legs - with feet removed - slid up my arms. The idea being that it makes arm flexing if not impossible, at least very tricky. MAD as usual had a trick or two up her sleeve and she first wrapped my hands and arms in some pallet wrap and then used black duct tape to immobilise my hands and secure the riding boots legs in place. With this simple act she'd made my hands and arms useless and so she sat me down and once more gagged me with the large rubber ball gag and blindfolded me.
As I have said before, at this stage I'd become the thing, the object that so releases me from day to day life and I'd have happily sat there but MAD of course had other ideas. I was once more tied up, tied down and strapped and taped. The pictures show how simple bondage can be and yet be so effective.
What you can also see is that MAD knows very well how much I like to be humiliated and whilst I had no idea she'd placed the wig on me, seeing the pictures for the first time gave me a massive thrill!
For anyone interested, the rubber riding boot sleeves have two main benefits, number one they restrict quite significantly the ability to moves one's arms, and number two they allow for very tight rope bondage to be applied to the arms and wrists without any fear of affecting the circulation.
For this predicament MAD did allow me to escape but I needed quite a lot of help - she basically had to undo and untie and unwrap one hand/arm!
But for my subsequent efforts I did manage then to release myself.
For the final position, we were back to the chair but MAD had me keep my riding boots sleeves on as my arms were to be tied to my side.
I'll add at this point a synopsis of a conversation I'd had with MAD in between positions and essentially what I told her is that sometimes when I climax it's actually an anti climax as that is the stage at which my mind knows we are just about to pack up. Of course, MAD being the person she is, immediately used this information and thus on this occasion she withheld my climax - frustrating in the extreme but deliciously so! That Woman can read me like an open book :)
The final position was by far the most strict in terms of bondage, sitting in the heavy chair I was first gagged and blindfolded and then strapped so very firmly to the chair. Legs together with ankles tied so tightly together they felt like a single limb and not two!
Arms inside the thick rubber sleeves roped and then my whole body strapped and roped to the chair. Quite literally the chair and my body were essentially one item.
I enjoyed this position so much as MAD had even roped my shoulders to the chair and that is a wonderful feeling.
As I have said, I was not treated to my climax on this occasion, but I understand the rules and what MAD wants MAD gets and I would not have it any other way.
Of course, time flies and in due course my five hours of fun was over and MAD and I departed.
See the pictures and let me know what you think.