It was a dark and stormy night and a few of us had taken
refuge at the Bondage Masters' Club, the very exclusive
private club you've probably heard of and wished you could
afford to join. All of the dungeons downstairs were booked
up right then which led some of us to gather around the
fireplace in the lounge. We talked about one thing or the
other and pretty soon the conversations got around to a
commonly asked question at the Club: what is the strictest,
heaviest bondage you've ever seen?
Bill Colins sipped his brandy and related a time when he
was in college and had his girlfriend over to his parent's
house. They were gone to Europe and he had run of the place.
Having all the time in the world, he decided to try the most
elaborate bondage he could imagine. He took his girlfriend,
a lovely young lass of nineteen summers and delightful
curves, so we were led to believe, to the garage. This being
a three car garage, there was a wooden post in the middle of
one side, about eight inches on a side and painted so it was
smooth. It was not hard, he said, to persuade Nancy to
remove her clothes; she having already had a couple of
cocktails and being in an amorous mood. When she was
completely naked he backed her against the post and had her
wrists tied behind it before the sweet young thing realized
what was happening. Actually, I suspect she was as
willing a "victim", as all of my girlfriends had been back in
the college days.
Then, he continued, he dragged out a carton of cotton
clothesline packages, twenty-four in all, and proceeded to
open them. The rope began to flow on to the girl who giggled
delightedly and seemed to find nothing out of the ordinary
about being bound naked to a garage post. Rope was soon
wrapped around her legs, binding them to each other, then
around the legs and the post, locking them firmly to the
wood. More rope found its way around her waist, tucking in
her tummy most delightfully. At first he wrapped with the
breasts sticking out between the coils of rope. But as more
and more rope went on, he found that those breasts were about
the only skin showing and that seemed to spoil the effect.
So he wrapped rope around them and the post, squashing them
into pancakes. Or at least that's what it seemed like, he
confided.
It took a long time, especially being careful to wrap
and knot each rope so that it couldn't fall down, but he
eventually had the poor girl wrapped from head to toe. The
rope began at the tops of her feet and continued up without
interruption or skin showing until it reached the bottom of
her chin. A great deal of rope had been wrapped around her
neck so that the shoulders were covered. But that rope had
been only mildly tight so that there was no problem with her
breathing. Carefully wrapped rope filled her mouth as it
passed between her lips and around the post. More rope
wrapped her head and the post from her nose to mid-forehead.
There was enough rope over the eyes that she was effectively
blindfolded. Then he stood back. Only her feet and a little
bit of her face here and there showed, the rest was solid
clothesline. Even from the back no skin showed, the arms
and hands and even fingers had been covered with rope.
Bill then reaffirmed why he was a member of our
exclusive club. He took some thin twine and, while down
on hands and knees, bound her big toes together. Beautiful
touch, that, heh?
Finally the bondage was complete. Bill surveyed his
handiwork and approved. Never in all the existence of woman
and rope had one female be so completely bound and helpless.
He ordered her to struggle, to exert all her strength to free
herself from that cotton prison. The toes wiggled a bit and
maybe there was the slightest tremor in the hair on top of
her head. But that was all. It was beautiful, he assured
us.
We all agreed that such bondage was good and certainly
extremely strict, if somewhat lacking in originality. After
all, anyone can come up with the idea of simply wrapping the
girl with three day's output of a rope factory. Truly
imaginative bondage had to have something a bit more, some
spark of ingenuity.
Mark came forward then with his version. The girl, he
said, was the wife of a friend, her name being Nora. This
friend was very much into leather and bondage and enjoyed
applying both to his wife. The night in question Mark was
invited over to witness the standard procedure used to secure
Nora for her night's rest. They had a special bedroom they
used as a playroom, so the guy could purchase or build all
the equipment he wanted. Mark settled himself in a corner to
watch. Nora began by shedding every stitch of clothing.
Having never seen Nora in the buff before, Mark said that he
was quite delighted to find that the normally drab and
shapeless clothing worn by that slender twenty-five year old
female hid a very shapely body with proud, perky breasts.
Immediately her hands were bound behind her back with the
palms facing each other. Then the elbows were bound together
with rope both above and below them.
Nora sat on the edge of a leather covered and padded
table while her legs were bound at the ankles, and above and
below the knees. Then those legs were inserted into a leather
sheath that came all the way up to her waist. The sheath was
like a single glove used for bondage of a girl's arms but
designed to fit the legs. There were laces up the front and
her husband worked them upwards until they were tight all the
way from her ankles to her tummy. Wide leather straps were
added around her legs at the knees and the usual above and
below the knees.
Nora then stood up as her arms were fitted into a
leather single glove and it was laced up. There were two
straps that passed over her shoulders to secure the glove on
and prevent it from slipping down. Then came a sort of
straightjacket, made of black leather and having no arm holes
whatsoever. The leather jacket went on and laced up. A wide
strap sown into it at the tummy had a roller buckle and was
pulled down very tight. Another wide leather strap at the
top was buckled around her neck. Two other wide straps were
attached and buckled around her torso above and below the
breasts.
Nora smiled at Mark who could guess what was coming
next. With most of her covered by leather restrictions, only
her head was bare. First came a ball gag, not too large a
one, just enough too fill her mouth. That strapped behind
her head. Then a padded blindfold over her eyes. The
discipline hood was also black leather and also laced on
after being molded onto her face. There was a wide leather
strap around the bottom which buckled around the neck, right
over the neckpiece of the straightjacket. The only bit of
skin now showing was Nora's nose, the last, sad piece of a
once proud girl.
But, of course, you knew the table would come into this,
Mark assured us. We nodded. Nora was picked up and laid
down on the table, tummy side down and stretched out. More
leather straps appeared and went around the narrow table and
the already helpless girl, securing her to the table. Her
ankles were pushed down until the toes pointed. Straps held
her legs, hips and torso. If those straps had been her only
bondage, Mark doubted she would have escaped. A final strap
over her neck pulled her head down to the padding and held it
there. The face was turned towards Mark and he could see her
nose flare as she breathed.
It was a wonderful piece of bondage, Mark stated. The
captive girl could not move a muscle. She was being pressed
in by rope and leather on every inch of her body, a constant
and very vivid reminder of her helplessness. Mark could see
the outline of ropes around her legs through the leather
encasing them, so tight was the sheath.
Mark paused to take a drink when someone asked him if
Nora really sleep every night so bound in leather. Mark
pursed his lips and admitted that no, she didn't. Nora had
later admitted to Mark that she didn't spend every night like
that. Only the weekday nights, she said. On the weekends
her husband put her into really strict bondage!
We chuckled and admitted that such leather bondage was
pretty good. We had all seen similar bondage from the
leather-lovers in the Club and knew that it could be very
stimulating and exciting. For both the binder and binded.
Then came Ronald's turn. He sighed and said that he,
being newer to the bondage field, had less experience with
such matters but that he had one time seen some bondage that
was both strict and unusual. He had a mistress on the side,
something his wife did not know about, and he visited this
young lady once a week or so, paying in exchange a portion of
her rent and allowance. It worked out well as he liked her
and she was totally open minded about his bondage tastes.
Well, one evening he was due to visit Charlene. Unlocking
her door with his key, he entered to find a dark apartment
with no sign of life. Exploring a bit he found her bedroom
door was closed. He opened it. Inside it was dark but he
heard a familiar sound, the muffled moan of a female in
distress as filtered through a gag. He flipped on the
lights.
Charlene was indeed in distress. For long moments
Ronald could do nothing but stare. His mistress was
suspended in mid-air in the center of the bedroom. Moreover,
she was completely naked save for a ball gag and leather
bands around her wrists and ankles. Someone had screwed
heavy metal rings into the floor on opposite sides of the
room and another set into the ceiling next to the wall.
Charlene had been stretched out between those rings in a
giant "X", arms and legs spread wide. Leather bands
encircled her wrists and ankles but rope continued from the
bands to the rings. She was so far above the floor that her
belly button was level with Ronald's nose.
The naked, wide open body in such unique bondage had an
immediate effect upon Ronald. Assuming that Charlene had
requested someone to put her in this bondage as a surprise
for him, he threw off his clothes, tearing some of them in
the process, and threw himself upon her body. Of course, he
discovered that a girl suspended several feet off the floor
could not easily be raped. Her pussy, it was true, was in
good position for the attention of his tongue or fingers, but
his tool was not normally capable of reaching such heights.
Necessity being the mother of something, Ronald grabbed a
chair and stood upon it that he might reach the promised
land.
Later, after a quick but satisfying orgasm for both of
them, he untied her legs and allowed her to stand upon the
chair while he released her arms. It was when he unbuckled
the gag that he found out that Charlene had not been so
displayed for him but rather that another of her "customers"
had bound her like that as cruel joke. This other guy
figured that a sexy, beautiful girl like Charlene had more
boyfriends than just him and one of them would find her in a
day or two. Fortunately Charlene had spent only one day in
her suspended spread-eagle and had not suffered any permanent
injury.
That, we agreed, was indeed strict bondage and quite
inescapable, which is, of course, the first and most
important definition of strict bondage.
Then it was my turn. Once, I related, I had the
pleasure to be challenged by a delightfully cury young
miss who insisted that I couldn't dream up a bondage position
that both prevent her escape and tax her ability to endure.
Since Susan had a healthy, full figure to go along with her
innocent and sweet looks, I accepted the challenge. Being
aware of her tendency to prefer nudity to clothes when bound
up didn't hurt, either.
On the evening of the challenge, she showed up at my
house wearing a wonderfully tight dress with ridiculously
high heels she could hardly walk in and smug grin that said
other males had answered her challenge and failed.
The playroom was equipped with a number of rings in the
ceiling, walls and floor. It was also soundproofed and the
window had drapes so thick as to prevent any light from
escaping. And females never escaped from that room, either.
Susan looked approvingly at the ropes I had laid out
and nodded at the rings. She stipulated that there was to be
ropes only, no chains or handcuffs, etc. There were to be no
ropes around the neck (a precaution I normally observe
anyway), and that I would not allow my hands to wander to
places of her body of interest to a man but not necessary to
the process of binding her. Should I take such liberties I
would be slapped silly when she untied herself, I was
assured. I agreed to the provisions and we began.
First off she removed her clothes without my asking.
Her body was indeed as beautiful as I had imagined from the
curves of her clothing. She bicycled a great deal and
displayed a wonderful muscle tone with being overdeveloped.
Being in good shape, she assured me, was a big aid in her
overcoming the bondage placed upon her by over-confident
males.
I began by placing her wrists together, palms facing
inward, and binding them. I took my time, placing each
winding of the cotton clothesline carefully so that the ropes
were even and fairly snug. Then I wrapped the rope between
her arms and over the wrist ropes to cinch them down. I tied
three very tight knots then cinched down a couple more turns.
Then I tied three more knots and cinched down again. The
final three knots left about two feet of rope hanging free.
She noted the rope hanging down and smirked at such
sloppiness. I then bound her elbows after pulling them
together. That bondage was also cinched down and multiply
knotted. Then the rope dangling from her wrists went up to
the elbow bondage where it was wrapped tightly and knotted
half a dozen times. She had been following the bonds
as they went on and was not smirking now. She knew that the
final knots being up at her elbows would make them impossible
to reach.
I wrapped loops around her hips and wrists, pinning her
arms to her bottom. I cinched that rope down between her
arms and body then ran rope from her wrists down between her
legs and up to the rope in front. It passed over that rope
and back through to her wrists. Those crotch ropes were
pulled tight and knotted several times. Then the end of the
rope was passed up to the elbow bondage and the final knots
placed there.
In a similar manner I bound her legs at the ankles and
again above the knees. As I fetched the gag I noticed that
Susan's nipples were standing out, rigid as if she were
highly excited. I had seen that reaction too many times
before when binding women to not know what it meant.
I selected a ball for a gag that was just large enough
to fit into Susan's mouth. It was, of course, tightly
strapped in the back. Then I added a discipline hood, the
kind that is made of soft leather and laced up the back so
they can be made very tight, like a second skin. Only her
nose showed through the hood. I explained as I laced it very
tightly that the hood was to assure she would not be able to
use her mouth or teeth to aid in her escape attempt. Also, I
sweetly told her, the hood helps because it prevents her from
seeing her bondage.
Now I was almost ready. I helped her down to the floor
and tied a heavier rope around her ankle ropes. That rope
went up to the ring in the center of the ceiling. Soon Susan
was suspended completely off the floor and upside down. Her
leather-encased head was twisting this way and that as if in
indecision and her fingers fluttered nervously. That was a
very helpless girl, and yet I was not finished with her. For
a girl who had demolished other male egos one must take
every precaution.
On the top of the discipline hood there was a small loop
of leather. Susan had probably not notice it there. And she
might not have noticed that directly under the ring in the
ceiling was another ring in the floor. Humming merrily to
myself, I tied a short piece of rope to the hood's loop and
to the floor ring, pulling it snug so that her head ceased
its turnings. Now Susan was stretched out between the floor
and ceiling, in strict bondage and upside down. I informed
her that it was now her turn in this contest, speaking loudly
so she could be able to hear me inside that leather hood.
And I informed her that I would return to free her in two
hours, the agreed upon time limit.
I returned in two hours to find a sweating, exhausted
and very defeated girl. No sooner had the ropes been removed
from her arms then she embraced my legs and vowed eternal
submission to the male who could make her so helpless.
Everyone agreed that the upside down bondage was very
good. But some thought the garage post might have been a
little better, while some held out for encasing the girl in
leather and strapping her down to the table. Only Ronald
insisted that an X suspension was better but his logic was
based on the fact that only that position of them all allowed
for access and the performance of the sex act. The argument
and more examples continued on into the night, as is usual at
the Bondage Masters' Club.
Which did you think was the strictest bondage?
THE END
Like Father, Like Son
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