Thursday, 11 December 2014

Very publicly wearing my PVC rainwear.

My public wearing of PVC rainwear has been largely limited, if limited is the right word as I do it every day, to walking my dog (where PVC rainwear is not that unusual) and the odd foray into the vanilla world with Kathryn.

And so when I had arranged to go and visit Kathryn and Rob last week I was expecting another outing with my green rainwear covered by my Jacobsen mac, with Kathryn strapped into the wheelchair.

What actually happened was quite different and has set a new level at which I am comfortable going out in public in my favourite clothes.

I have recently acquired a new Helly Hansen set of dungarees and jacket. Bright, and I mean really very bright indeed yellow and the heaviest weight PVC I have ever encountered. However with this weight they have also managed to make it immensely soft and as it is fully cotton lined, easy to wear. And so very squeaky.

I first came across this stuff when I was tying up from friend Stuart/Straitjacketed. He has exactly this outfit and I immediately wanted the same. In fact I now have two!

In case you might be interested, it’s called Nusfjord and the two items together, because they are workwear and not traditional fetish stuff do not cost the earth. Less that £100 for both delivered.

Anyway, I have been wearing this combination for a while when I walk the dog, morning and night but it is winter, it’s very dark and at the times I walk the dog I really don’t see anyone anyway.

However, two weeks ago I was working at home and of course was thus properly dressed in my HH stuff and waders and I looked at the clock to discover time had run by and that I needed to nip out to Tesco to get some food for dinner and ideally before my wife came home from work. Debating in my head if I had time to get undressed, redressed and then out and back I concluded that I hadn’t. And so, in the mid afternoon I simply got into my car and drove to the store, did my shopping and came home. All done whilst wearing some very bright and very noisy PVC.

The most amazing fat is that nobody appeared to even notice and if they did, yes they looked, but it didn’t bother me one bit. In truth I probably looked like a road worker or something similar.

Upon returning home I concluded that I’d enjoyed myself and that this would not be the last time I did such a thing.

Little did I know that less than one week later I’d be putting this newly found resolve to a quite serious test.

And so we come to the day I was going to meet Kathryn and Rob. They are roughly a two hundred mile drive and as I wanted to maximise the time with them, I left early.

Of course, I still needed to walk the dog and thus took her out at 4AM for our usual hour long walk. When we got home I simply decided that I’d pack the car with some regular clothes but that I’d drive up to them dressed in my finery. And that is exactly what I did, stopping along the way for a hour break and some coffee, still with head to toe bright yellow PVC. Once again, not a single odd look!

And so it was that I got into the car after my break to find a text from Kathryn, who needed to go into Barnsley, suggesting that if I was early enough she’d wait and perhaps we could go into town together dressed. I had already sent her a text with a picture of me sitting in the coffee shop in yellow PVC!

Of course I jumped at the offer and later on arrived at her place. By now I’d been in the PVC for about six hours. We had a coffee and I pt my ladies underwear on first and over that my yellow PVC went back on and then I drove her into town.

Of course, Kathryn, never one to let an opportunity to go out dressed up pass, was also dressed “properly” in knee length leather boots and her cream Rainmac PVC mac, fully buttoned and tightly belted.

In town we parked and walked to the shops. Shopping included going into a very crowded opticians to order some glasses for Rob, into Boots to collect some photos and to try and get some old photos scanned and then into Lidl to buy some butter. Each step along the way I wore my PVC with pride, made eye contact, attracted some admiring glances and felt nothing but totally at ease and very happy indeed.

Finally we had to go to Marks and Spencer to get food and at the checkout Kathryn discovered she’d forgotten something, leaving me to chat to the checkout girl whilst K went in search of some olives and artichoke hearts! I’m not sure what the checkout girl thought, but she behaved as if my clothes were very normal for what was actually a sunny and bright if somewhat cold day.

So if last week you were in Barnsley and saw a man dressed head to toe in yellow PVC accompanied by a rather stunning lady dressed in a high gloss cream pVC mac, that was us!

A very public and very enjoyable way to spend a morning. I have in mind a few more trips out in my yellow HH kit, but rest assured I am no longer fearful of being noticed, I actually enjoy it.

By the time we got home and had a sandwich, I’d been in PVC for over ten hours.

Instead of going out for our walk and coffee, we decided on an afternoon in and K suggested that I should be tied up first. When faced with such an offer, what’s a chap to do eh?

Dressed exactly as I had been all day Kathryn had me lie down on the massage bed and put a wonderful leather hood on me, sealed the eye holes and gagged me with a ball gag. She then put the leather bondage mitten on my hands and then proceeded to strap me at every conceivable point to the bad. Simple but very effective bondage.

K then set about her household chores whilst I drifted in and out of that blissful state that PVC and bondage always put me in. K kept popping in and out to make sure I was OK and finally decided it was that time!

What she did then was a revelation as she inserted the magic orgasm machine under the straps holding my legs down, placed it just so in order that I’d not climax immediately and turned it on. I lay there thrashing about – as much as one can when severely strapped to a massage table.

Kathryn then end the whole thing in a rather spectacular was by simply climbing on top of me and laying there hugging me. The extra presence plus Kathryn herself applying more pressure to the orgasm machine soon finished me off and what a stunning experience it was.

Another subtle change in me recently has been that after an orgasm, where I once used to be desperate to get out of the bondage and PVC, I now relish time left to stew. K knows this and simply turned down the lights and left me to relax, in fact of course what happened is that I slept the sleep of the righteous!

In due course K woke me and released me from my bondage.

Being the gallant chap that I am, I then figured it was the ladies turn!

And so I had her undress and put on some PVC split crotch panties, she already had a rather fetching red leather close fitting hood/cap to which I added some old fashioned motorcycle goggles and a ball gag. I then held out the rubber straitjacket for her to slip her arms into and secured her in it. Of course, she was also wearing her shiny Hunter wellies!

I then lay her down gently on the bed and strapped her body and arms very tightly indeed.

I then repaid her earlier kindness, in kind, more than once!

Both sated, we had just about enough time to shower and dress again, her in a PVC maids outfit, me in my HH yellow PVC rainwear, before Rob got home from work.

Rob as we know is very dominant however following his shower K and I had him get dressed in PVC and leather gear and strapped him, in a similar way that I had been strapped, to the massage table.

I then took responsibility for bringing him to an orgasm with K supervising. I used mouth and leather gloved hand and had a whale of a time!

We then spent the evening, fully dressed, drinking, eating and listening to great music.

All in all by the time I undressed for bed, I had been in my yellow HH gear for 19 hours, had been out in several public places, had a wonderful orgasm and given the same to two very good friends.

That was what I would consider to be an awfully good day!

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Public Bondage and dressing up.

A recent visit to Kathryn and Rob led me to dwell on how relationships change over a period of time, this is hardly news and almost inevitable.

A good while ago now, my first visit to K and R was conducted in a friendly and professional manner and was very enjoyable. I got bondage, a good seeing to and then scarpered back to my Sheffield apartment for some dinner and a beer or two.

We have since become friends and interwoven with our fun and games is dinner, some nice wine, listening to music, talking and so on. In essence we have become friends.

Remembering that this activity is a business to them at all times, I know now that whatever the future holds and wherever in the world we may all be, we'll be friends for life.

I have in the past visited when only Rob was there and likewise when only Kathryn was there as well as when both are. 

Rob is in no way submissive though he does like a bit of bondage, he is very dominant in his personality (when dressed) and that is thrilling to me.

On one occasion when he and I were alone (K was away), he had me dressed up, tied up and helpless and presented me his sheathed cock to suck. It was a great surprise, thrilling and huge fun! He's done it again since.

Would I do such a thing under normal circumstances, usually not, would I do it with anyone other than Rob, almost certainly not until I had got to know them.

Of course, once dressed and trussed up my attitude is totally and utterly submissive, so the truth may well be quite different - but to find out you'll have to dress me and tie me up first!!

And so, I'd say with some confidence that my relationship with Rob has developed - friends, fellow wine and music lovers and me very submissive to his quite dominant. I'll explain the consequence of this a little later.

First though I'd like to reflect on the change in my relationship with Kathryn.

Initially, and still in fact, I love meeting with her and being dressed, tied up and seen to by her.

She is incredibly good looking, always wears stunning rubber or PVC outfits and is very attentive. Her use of the magic orgasm device on me never fails to satisfy!

Over time, and in the last few visits however, it has changed.

Recently, our sessions have been in two parts with us alone before Rob gets home from work.

Part one is where I tie her up and take care of her and part two is where she does the same to me.

A recent visit saw her, having tied me up and seen to me, move me to the sitting room and tie me up again whereupon she gently pay me down on the sofa for a snooze! Dressed from head to toe in yellow PVC, with my booted legs firmly strapped together and unable to move a muscle, with a hood, I was woken to find her and Rob, both fully dressed.

Rob then presented his sheathed cock to me - this was the first time Kathryn had actually seen us do this, and I did as a good submissive should!!

In applying bondage to Kathryn, we have hitherto followed a pattern. PVC dress of some sort, shiny Hunter rubber boots, gas mask and rubber straitjacket. I then strap her to the massage table with legs akimbo and give her, with my tongue - but using the magic orgasm machine if needed - a nice time.

This may sound boastful, but I usually do not need the machine!

And this it is usually a satisfied Kathryn who now gets to tie me up.

Last visit however saw a slightly different pattern emerge.

I informed Kathryn that we'd be going out with her in the wheelchair and me pushing. We went to a dam/reservoir/country park, the same one that she took me to when she had me dressed as a lady - see prior blog.

She dressed in PVC dress, shiny rubber Hunters and her Rainmac cream long PVC mac with attached hood.

When she was ready I dressed. I had recently purchased a Helly Hansen Voss rain suit - dark green and in two parts - a jacket and trousers.

Before I donned this, I put on my full ladies underwear kit. Frilly pants, tights, body shaper, breasts.

Then the Voss rain suit and my thigh high green Hunter waders, all topped of with my Ilse Jacobsen rubberised cotton mac.

Kathryn got into the car whilst I loaded the wheelchair into the back and we drove to our chosen location.

Once there, I put the wheelchair up and had Kathryn sit in it. I strapped her feet to the footrests, and her torso in two places to the chair as well as using the seatbelt that comes attached to the chair.

The jet black straps were clearly obvious against the cream of her mac and thus to anyone actually looking, it would have been obvious that she was in fact strapped into the chair.

Of course, if you know Kathryn you know she is an exhibitionist and thus her predicament was in fact anything other than that, she was in fact in heaven!

Even though it was not raining, I had her pull the hood to the mac up and tied it quite tightly under her chin.

And so with her strapped into the chair, we went for a walk, stopping at various points along the way to admire the view.

The odd thing about being a person in a wheelchair, and I know this having been the person in a wheelchair and fully dressed in rubber and as a woman, and strapped in, is that people just don't see you! You are pretty much invisible.

And so as we walked around, me in rubber and PVC with my ladies kit on underneath and her looking like a million dollars strapped into the chair, we were largely ignored.

The walk was fun, we chatted and had fun. When we got back to the car, Kathryn challenged me to take her to the pub, whose car park is shared with the people visiting the reservoir, for a coffee.

I'll admit to momentarily being reluctant and Kathryn clearly saw it on my face and offered immediately to not bother, however I also saw the disappointment on her face and that resolved me to do it.

And so we did, the only change we made was to put the hood to her mac down.

I, in my rubber and underwear - the breasts are not comedy size but are obvious of you look, and she still strapped into the chair, went to the pub with me pushing her.

We found a seat - not a discrete one in a corner where no-one would see us, but one smack in the centre of the pub, and I ordered two coffees from the bar - admittedly feeling very conscious of my breasts (though that feeling was wonderful) and we sat, had our coffee and chatted.

No eyelids were blinked during the whole exercise and it was a real thrill.

We exited with me fully confident by now, thanking the staff and making full eye contact with everyone.

I know that all they would have seen was a bloke and wheelchair bound wife, having gone out for a walk, having a coffee. And that, apart from the wife bit, is in fact exactly what they saw. No-one care what we were wearing!

Taking Kathryn back home, I decided to extend the bondage and once I had her in the seat with the seatbelt done up, I used the straps to further straps her to the seat and we drove home chatting as usual.

Once home, and with the initiative clearly with me at this stage, I'd not go so far as to say I was in any way dominant, I was merely the usual submissive given control for a short period, I changed into my new, very heavy Helly Hansen yellow suit - this is without doubt the stiffest, thickest and most wonderful rain suit imaginable.

I had Kathryn put her gas mask on and stand up so I could use a lot of pallet wrap to wrap her from neck to waist and then laid her gently back onto the massage table.

Using more pallet wrap, I attached her to the table.

With her ladyhood exposed, I simply knelt down and got on with the job.

Once I had finished with her, I released her and we reversed roles, her dominant and me submissive. However she didn't immediately tie me up, she simply took me in hand, we cuddled and caressed and then she used the magic orgasm machine on me.

It worked and this is something that simply has not happened to me in as long as I can recall, an orgasm without being tightly bound!

Wonderfully spent, I was then led to the sitting room where she wrapped me, neck to feet in pallet wrap and lay me down on the sofa to relax (sleep).

Kathryn also is a trained masseuse and runs that business from her home, she had a client coming and so I was left alone with my wonderful Helley Hansen clothes, my boots and my bondage to dwell.

After being released, once her client had gone and Rob was home, I showered and changed, rather sloppily, into shorts and a t-shirt.

We ate a lovely meal and enjoyed some splendid wine.

Both Rob and Kathryn then dressed, but for some strange reason I decided not to!

As happens on such occasions and the fun and games started all over again. This time with me and a rapt and very keen observer.

At a break in the proceedings, a hood Rob beckoned me over and had me kneel in front of where he was sitting and to suck his cock. Which I did - without the aid of rubber or PVC or any bondage, such was my level of arousal and submission. This was done with Kathryn "roughing me up" a little from behind - I would love to have the same experience with her using a strap on (small please) on me as I pleasured Rob.

I finished Rob off by hand and we enjoyed more conversation, wine and music.

Sunday, 12 October 2014

Modelling in my rubberised cotton mackintosh and boots - and then some very very tight bondage!

Earlier in the week, I got an email from Mistress Atrum-Dea, who as I have said, also runs a photography business, to the effect that if I was free on Friday, she had some new equipment (photography) that she wanted to experiment with and were I free on Friday, I was more than welcome to pop by.

Her studio also has excellent internet connectivity and so it's not beyond the bounds of possibility that I could also work from there if all I needed was to do conference calls.

In fact, as soon as the opportunity arises, our plan is that I will work from her studio on calls for an afternoon but I'll be tied up!

I freed the time in my diary and arrived at mid-day.

We had coffee and chatted and as soon as MAD was ready I got "dressed".

This photography session was not to be focussed on my being tied up or in kinky clothes in any way as it was a technical session to help MAD come to terms with her new stuff.

However, and for anyone who knows me you'll know what a pleasure this was, I did simply put my brown leather riding boots on over my trousers and then put my green rubberised cotton riding mac, £595 from Cordings in Piccadilly, on, fully buttoned up (except the top button) and properly belted.

Dressed like this, MAD had me pose for dozens of pictures in front of the backdrop she'd set up.

With each picture, I'd go and see the outcome on the camera screen and so I spent a very pleasant two hours, in mac and boots, strolling back and forth around her studio, posing, being photographed and generally talking photography with a very good friend.

Such a great deal of fun, so much so that I am hoping we can arrange an outdoor photo-shoot one day soon as the mac and boots would be perfectly in place there!

Of course, no visit to MAD could go past without at least the hope of some bondage so I did take a suitcase of stuff and sure enough, after photos were done, she informed me that I was to "get dressed".

I had already decided in advance that if a dressing up and bondage opportunity came up, I'd be dressed as a lady but very simply so.

Accordingly I dressed in the skimpy ladies pants she had given me, a simple bra with the breasts in, my brown leather ladies boots, my corset (pulled as tight as MAD could) and then my short PVC dress from Honour. Not even a pair of tights!

I did add my bright red beyond the elbow PVC gloves, also from Honour and then my Jacobsen black rubber mac topped off with my wide black belt.

It felt good and I'd just as happily had another photography session there and then, however MAD likes her bondage just as much as I do and I was told to sit in the chair she'd placed for that purpose.

MAD has recently acquired a whole bunch of leather straps from a client and she used them all on me, plus rope, plus straps. The usual MAD tight bondage.

She had also acquired a sensory deprivation hood that she applied to me.

Thick leather with just a nose and tiny mouth hole for breathing, this hood fits very snugly and totally and utterly blocks out the light and muffles a great deal of the sound.

Sitting there, simply dressed and tightly tied, was heavenly.

However, and this is highly unusual - I managed to escape :)

With MAD, her bondage is so complete and so thorough, I only ever escape when she allows me to do so, essentially she will loosen and essential strap or rope and then she derives pleasure from seeing me struggle (just as much pleasure as I derive from struggling and getting free).

This time, I managed to wriggle one arm free of the rope tying it to the arm of the chair and after much struggling I was free. MAD watched all the way and laughed.

For my session position, MAD had decided on the leather straitjacket coupled once more with the SD hood.

For the straitjacket to be viable, the mac and wide belt have to come off, and I duly shed them.

The feeling as MAD puts me into this device and slowly straps me into it as very special, with an extra frisson of excitement as she plus the crotch straps into place and tightens them up - very much so on this occasion as I had just my panties and short PVC dress on and no heat rubber material or even tights to get in the way.

MAD then once more sat me in the chair and set about tying me up. Instead of legs being tied to the legs of the chair as she did before, MAD did my favourite thing and tied my legs (starting with ankles) together very, very tightly. I stress the tightness for two reasons, one because I had told her before how having my ankles tied so tightly together like that is a great thrill to me, but also I wonder if MAD was not just a little mad that I escaped before and even subconsciously was thus tying me just a little tighter that usual!

Either way you'll hear no complaints from me as the bondage was totally and utterly complete.

One of the effects of the SD hood is to make moving my head quite hard, something that MAD enhanced by typing my hooded head, via the rings on the hood, to the back of the chair. Nothing dangerous of course but the effect was complete.

With the SD hood, the straitjacket encompassing me and then me tied to the chair and with my booted legs tied as tightly as they were, I quite literally could have stayed like that all day. Very much an idea I'd like to explore on another day. At least five hours in just this position!!

As ever, our session came to and end too soon, for me as least, I MAD let me go and released me back into the wild!

If MAD gives me some pictures, either of the photo-shoot or the subsequent bondage, I'll post them here.

Monday, 29 September 2014

Mistress Atrum-Dea puts me into some simple but total bondage with me half dressed as a woman.

Welcome back!

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.

Saturday, 5 April 2014

Bondage both ways: Kathryn gets exactly what she deserves, and then so do I.

After such a long period when I have not been to visit Kathryn and Rob, this was put right this week.

They've had visitors and so it's not been possible to visit.

I arrived to be greeted by Kathryn, Rob was at work.

We had so much to catch-up on and gassed away for ages but I'd come with a specific intent and that could not be put off any longer.

When Kathryn sent me a text to say they had the house back to themselves, I jumped at the chance to visit and we had two possible choices for the afternoon before Rob came home. Number one was for Kathryn to transform me into Petra and then we'd go out, with me in the wheelchair and number two was that Kathryn would be placed in the rubber straightjacket, tied up and given a good seeing to.

I gave Kathryn the choice and guess what, she chose the straightjacket option :)

Once we were ready I set about getting dressed and had gone with my shiny dark green Ocean Rainwear dungarees and hooded jacket plus my green Hunter waders. Under this I had my tights and ladies all in one body-shaper with my silicone bosoms in. Half man half woman!

I got dressed and then supervised getting Kathryn ready.

Red leather high heeled boots, tights, rubber suspender belt and the rubber straightjacket. Plus a gas-mask.

As I strapped Kathryn into the straightjacket I was personally very excited at both actually doing it and at the prospect of what I was about to do.

Once in the straightjacket, I had Kathryn lie down on the massage table to strapped her body down, upper arms, below the breasts and midriff. All tightly strapped to the table.

I then strapped her legs, wide apart to the legs of the table and both the calls and ankles.

Then came the most heavenly session where her ladyhood was exposed for me to bring her some excitement. Mostly with my tongue but every now and then using her magic orgasm machine.

After I'd finished her off I left her to cool off and finally untied her.

It was then my turn and Kathryn decided that I was to be tied to the high stool. First though she blindfolded me and used a very tight ball gag to silence me.

I was strapped to the stool at various points having first been fitted with a pair of very soft but tight fitting bondage mittens. The mittens meant that I had no ability to use my hands/fingers at all.

Strapped to the stool Kathryn then gave me a very significant seeing to, resulting in an explosive orgasm at the end of the magic machine.

Kathryn had decided against tying my legs to the stool as she wanted easy access to the relevant bits of me.

A very seriously intense and erotic experience and one I look forward to relating very soon.

Kathryn did then release me but instead of letting me go, she led me, still blindfolded and gagged, to the massage table where she had me lie down and then strapped me to the table. After all of my exertions, I slept, soundly!

When Rob came home we had dinner, Kathryn and I had long since changed out of our gear, but Rob had opted for some very striking orange PVC trousers and a great pair of boots.

After dinner, our usual mix of great music, wine and conversation.

In talking, Kathryn admitted to me that she'd like much more strict bondage and a firmer hand the next time - and so it shall be, and Rob suggested he'd like to be similarly tied up and in the room whilst I give Kathryn her pleasure! Now there is an offer I will not refuse and am already planning how to make it as erotic and intense for them as it will be for me.

No pictures this time, but there will be plenty of the "Peter ties both Kathryn and Rob up" session :)

Mistress Atrum-Dea and a good old fashioned bondage session.

Let me explain by my title, "good old fashioned bondage".

When I first met MAD I was totally taken aback at her enthusiasm for bondage. Yes she does this for a living and thus yes she charges, but the gusto with which she applies herself to the task is a pleasure to experience.

A visit to MAD is nothing but a pleasure anyway so so whatever the outcome I enjoy myself.

MAD decided that for this visit there'd be no make-up, no transformation but pure bondage and so, after a good old gossip about life in general, I was instructed to get dressed (always an instruction I love to hear)!

Scenario One.

I dressed in my waders and yellow Ocean Rainwear suit - always a pleasure no matter what and MAD had me sit in a chair to which she then tied me, strapped me, wrapped me and then just in case I might escape, strapped me again.

I have decided not to post videos on my blog anymore as MAD typically posts them to her YouTube account and so here is the link, I suggest you subscribe as she posts more, obviously, than just her encounters with me:

Suffice to say, that once hooded with the leather hood that goes with the straightjacket I recently acquired, the bondage was complete and despite MAD encouraging me to try and escape, and my genuine best efforts, I could barely even move let alone escape!

What I didn't know then was that my five hour session with MAD would contain no less that five separate bondage scenarios - it's exhausting enough being tied up five times in five hours, but I no idea how MAD has the energy or stamina to do so. What I would add is, should anyone ever question the cost of such sessions, I can attest that the value is very much there and is much greater than the cost.

Scenario Two.

Once MAD had released me, I was left dressed as before but had my hood removed. MAD wanted to put me into a hog-tie and whilst I love being hog-tied, my physical bulk makes it hard to endure for very long.

Of course, MAD being the inventive bondage expert that she is did not let such a small matter get in the way of her tying me up and she set a number of straps on the floor and instructed me ti lie, face down. Having placed a small pillow under my face she set about strapping me up. Hands first, tied very firmly behind my back and then shoulder, waist, kneads and finally ankles.

All of these strappings were then connected with the "hog-tie" ensuring that I could roll over/about but not get out.

Another totally enjoyable session of bondage especially as MAD was considerate enough to blindfold me with her green rubber blindfold (I love this as it is light but very effective).

MAD didn't gag me this time and that allowed us to continue conversation even whilst I was inescapably bound.

Scenario Three. 

This was a quick try out in the body bag and was actually done at the suggestion of MAD's partner who'd popped in to see how we were doing. I should point out that he "pops in" at my invitation essentially as I love the humiliation of been seen in my predicament. The presence of anyone else at MAD sessions is certainly not usual, but for me if he is around I like it when he appears very briefly!

As you can see it does not fit me as I am too large however the bondage it provided was very secure on the basis that to get into it, you need to sit on the floor with it under you and then place your arms inside the sleeves that are inside and attached to the bag itself.

Once MAD had pulled the rope as tight as she could, I could barely move.

This was just a break really in between sessions but has persuaded me that I need a body bag and may have to get once made to measure.

I could envisage spending a night in a proper fitted one.

Scenario Four.

In no time at all, MAD had me un-bagged and ready for action again.

Still with my yellow OR suit on, she then put me in the heavy leather straightjacket with the hood firmly attached, strapped my body, thighs, knees and ankles very tightly and then further strapped me to a reclining sofa.

Another very comfortable bondage position that I could endure for many hours, again though, inescapable (that being what straightjackets were invited for in the first place of course!).

A nice touch here was the use of the d-rings at the shoulders of the straightjacket to strap me to the upright of the sofa, once more tying me up and tying me down in one single move.

Scenario Five.

And finally, after MAD had release me from the sofa and taken my hood off, she had me kneel, still in the straightjacket, over the side of the chair I'd previously been tied to in a sitting position and strapped me to the chair at my things and upper body. This was sufficient (given I still was totally bound by the straightjacket) and the addition of having my ankles strapped together, to be yet another safe, secure and totally inescapable bondage position.

A wonderful climax to a very intense session of bondage!

A rare treat - very heavy bondage with no escape.

Very infrequently I get to visit a gentleman in Dagenham called Colin. Sometimes I do so alone and other times I do so with Stuart. And when I say gentleman, I really do mean it. Colin is the epitome of a well educated, gentle, gentleman.

Though the reason he features here is that he also likes to tie people up. Colin's preference is for neat and tidy rope bondage and his patience and skill in applying rope bondage is second to none.

And so it was with nothing but joy in my heart that I set off from home to pay a visit.

Colin greeted me and as ever, particularly as we'd not seen each other for a while, we sat and updated each other over a cup of coffee.

Soon however we got down to business and Colin suggested I go and get myself dressed. I dressed simply and as I had done on a prior visit to Colin's place and donned my yellow Ocean Rainwear gear with my green Hunter waders.

The yellow suit is actually so comfortable I could, and often do when working at home, wear it all day long. It's thick and feels very protective but supple and virtually silent.

Colin also likes gags and has a very nice way of gagging you that leaves all of the room for breathing but is very effective is silencing you. He has a mouth sized sponge that he dampens and that is inserted into your mouth, he then tapes this firmly in using gaffer tape over which a bandage is very firmly tied. It is, after a long while of sweating and struggling, possible to get this type of gag off though and that is good as Colin does like to see his captives struggle.

I also like to struggle though not half as much as my friend Stuart!

Colin tied my arms behind my back with stout rope wrapped very firmly about my upper body and then laid me gently down on the bed at which he then tied my feet and legs.

The result, which you can see below looks fantastic and felt brilliant. I could not escape though I could move and whilst I ended up from my original position of being on my back laying lengthways on the bed, to being on my knees leaning over the side of the bed, I was no closer to being free at the end and Colin kindly relented and set me free. 

The fact is that with this quality of bondage and my hands inside two pairs of thick rubber gloves that render my fingers virtually useless, escape is rarely an option!

Very clearly some high quality and very inescapable bondage and most enjoyable.

Colin then surprised me by telling me that for the next session there would be the need to change and he handed me an oilskin coat. A proper old fashioned heavy, slightly oily coat that felt truly wonderful to wear. What's more he requested that I shed my Ocean Rainwear gear and just leave the boots on.

The oilskin did feel rather fantastic against my skin and made the bondage session that followed very intense indeed.

Colin had me sit in a chair and tied my hands very firmly to it before setting about hooding and gagging me. Dressed as I was and even slightly bound to the chair, the effect of being first hooded with the rubber hood you can see and then being gagged with the stout leather gag, was very intense and sent me into that space where I am pretty much disconnected from the real world for a while - heaven. 

He then firmly tied my body and legs up before roping me firmly to the chair.

I had this blissful position for over an hour and could have taken a whole afternoon of it. Sadly I had to make a move to visit family but this session with Colin will linger long in my memory.

Thank you Colin for a simply fantastic session!