The beginning of my ‘toy’ chest
The beginning of my ‘toy’ chest
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Over the past month, Rob and I have been experimenting with some BDSM. For the last few years or so I have expressed, rather vaguely and somewhat subconsciously, an interest in being dominated, and Rob decided to humor me. At least, I think that’s how we got started.
At whatever point I knew enough to put a label on what I wanted, I assumed “being dominated” was a thing I desired purely for sexual gratification. I regularly fantasize about being tied up or bound in some way, sometimes with rope, sometimes by people pinning me down (I particularly like that one, but I will save the details for another post). In truth, there have been times when Rob has been going down on me and I have been able to get off simply by pretending, with my mind AND with my body, that I cannot move an inch. I come…
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It’s a damn false of what’s real in the actual life style…
I love this shot, the light is just about perfect, and she’s just about to wear her part of the cake…
Here W/we are, on that gorgeous day when she said “I do”
W/we’re cutting the cake which she wore so well after the cutting of the cake…
I’m so in love with you sweetcheeks
This is My beautiful slave ‘sweetcheeks’ on the day of O/our wedding. This was such a wonderful day for U/us & O/our children.
W/we had a moderate ‘sand ceremony ‘ at O/our local beach on the lake shore of Michigan.
I’m so very proud to have her as My wife & My submissive/slave.
Thank you Christy for being Mine.
Dominance & submission
her submission requires growth
her growth requires My Dominance
My Dominance requires growth
W/we’re to grow individually & in unity.
This growth requires structure.
Structure requires control & guidelines.
Even these guidelines need to be revisited & growth,
Dominance & submission………….always growing
This little dissertation is meant to be a discussion of the six different types of bondage applied to the female breasts. I will not say that there are not more ways, nor will I say that these basics cannot be embellished upon. These are the basic techniques which a dom/me may use to begin to build upon for their, and their subs amusement, enjoyment, and stimulation.
Why do breast Bondage?
There are several reasons why breast bondage is an important element in the domination of the female. The breasts and nipples are generously provided with an abundance of nerve endings, have no bones to break, and are notoriously resilient to ‘attention’. Coupled with the mental and psychological orientation of the human with the breast as a source of sustenance, the breast is a physical and mental target of great importance.
How is breast bondage developed?
The objects of breast bondage are to enhance the look of the assets for the dom, focus the vision of the sub on the objects being enhanced, and to provide stimulation directly to the breasts to focus the feelings of the bondage recipient on the assets, and their state of submission or stimulation.
Is Breast Bondage for a short time, or for long duration?
Breast bondage can be for an intense short time, or a less intense longer period often lasting hours. The duration of the bondage must be taken into mind when choosing the technique, as well as the material to be used, and the tension, or tightness imposed. Breasts should never become blue, or become numb. Tightness, swelling, and redness are common. Some discomfort can be expected in the early stages of exploration. Remember, different women have different sensitivity to various areas of their breasts. Some have very sensitive nipples and areola, others do not. Similarly the supporting heavy tissue in some is sore, and easily bruised, while others can take a lot of ‘attention’. The dom/me needs to explore each new sub carefully, in the beginning.
Do you do breasts, or just nipples, or both?
There are almost an infinite variety of things you can do with the nipples, and others that deal with the breasts themselves. I will concentrate here on the breasts. Feel free to add clamps, rings, bows, or clothespins after, to your personal taste .
What kind of materials do I need to do this?
The materials will depend on the effect being sought, the size and flexibility of the breasts, and the technique being used. It is common to use braided ropes of polyester, or cotton, or silk. Also leather thongs , silk ribbon, twine, light wire, or saran wrap are useful in other situations. Finally, in some cases, tensor bandages, or elastic wrap, or light chains are suitable for some, but not all techniques.
How do I choose what type and material to use?
Remember that you are out to accomplish some combination of three things. The look to the dom, of neat, tidy, tight, and good presentation of the naked breast to his/her easy use and access. Second, the visual effect from the subs point of view, where they know they are controlled, and being constrained and presented by their dom/me for some purpose entirely outside of their control. And thirdly, the bondage is designed to provide sensory feedback to the sub to stimulate them either subtly, or intensely, and reinforce the knowledge that they are being prepared for their doms imminent use. Where the bondage is being used as a longer term continued stimulation to get her stimulated and keep her aroused, it is prudent to select something that looks good, and can last for hours, without the need to adjust things for safety purposes.
Can breast bondage be done by the sub herself, alone?
There are a few techniques which can be done by the sub to her own breasts, without help. There are several more complex techniques which require the masters hands to accomplish. It is intriguing for the master to watch her bind herself for her dom/mes pleasure and enjoyment, and to a tension and constriction which the sub feels they can handle.
So what are the Techniques?
Type 1 – Breast Circling/Cinching
This type is suitable for ladies with a C or D cup breast shape. While bending slightly forward, the sub puts her hands behind her back so the dom can work on the breasts one at a time. Using a 1/4 inch or 3/16 inch rope or ribbon, or leather thong, wrap two turns around the base of the breast, and snug up carefully. Use a square knot on other non-slip knot. Run at least two more turns around that breast, and tie off the running end of the thong with an overhand knot. Repeat for the second breast. You can tie the running ends together behind her back to lift and separate the breasts, or use another short length to fasten them close together. If this type of tie is used, and done too tightly, there will be some discomfort, and the need to monitor the color and sensation in the breast, on a regular basis.
Type 2 – Two Rope Cinching
In this type, use one rope of about 1/2 inch diameter, about 20 feet long. Start by putting the rope behind her while she has her arms raised and her hands clasped behind her neck. bring the two loose ends to the front, and make sure they are the same length. Get the sub to lift the breasts, while you cross the two rope ends under the breasts, high up on the ribcage. Pass the ends around her chest and back behind her again. You now have two wraps under breasts. Let the breasts back down, and bring the ropes around, under her armpits, but over her breasts. take the now shorter ends around to the back, and tie them off with square knots, where she cant reach them to untie them..
Next, take a much smaller rope, ribbon, or twine, 1/8 inch, and at the left side of the left breast, take the short rope and place it under the two larger ropes. Tie a square knot, tightly on the two ropes, bringing them together. Now wind and lace the little rope around the two big ropes, in the direction of the nipple. This will draw the two (four actually) bigger ropes together, and tighten the ropes on the breast. Do this on the right side of the right breast, to balance, and cinch on that side. If you are feeling cruel, get another short rope, and tie/cinch the four big ropes at the point between her breasts,… and lace until tight enough to get her attention.
Type 3 – Rope Bra
In this type, you need a 30 foot rope, of about 3/8 or 5/16 diameter, and soft braided type. Like the previous type, run the rope behind her first, and run the first two wraps under her breast, high on the ribcage. On the second wrap, run the ropes between her breasts, and finish above her breasts and under the arms. In the back, knot the two ends together and around the first two wraps. This will put the knot in the middle of the back. Take the running ends over her shoulders, on either side of her neck, and bring them down between her breasts. Tie a knot between her breasts, then take the loose ends around behind her, under the breasts. Run the loose ends around the back and under her armpit, then over her shoulder on the other side of her neck. Do this for both sides. Tie the ends of the ropes off in the middle of the back. The breast will be accentuated and surrounded by the ropes, but no pressure is applied. This can be done to any size or shape breast. You can secure the crossing points of the ropes with small lacing, if the bondage is desired to last for several hours, or if you want to tighten up the tension around her breasts.
Type 4 – Presentation Rope Shelf
In this type you need at least a 1/2 inch rope, braided polyester preferably. You will need about 50 feet, depending on the chest size of the sub.
Start by taking a 12 inch bend of rope at one end. Place it vertically in the center of her back, at her breast level. Run the rope around her once, and place the wrap over the vertical loop, to hold it in place. The wrap is under her breasts, about 3 inches below the breast. Make three more wraps around her chest, getting higher and higher each time. The fourth wrap should be snug under her breasts. Adjust now as necessary.
The second level of three wraps will lie on top of the base four wraps. In the back the vertical loop is still visible, and accessible. The three wraps will be snubbed up just under her breasts. The third level of wraps goes on top of the second, and more snugly under the breasts. The final wrap is brought around to the back, and inserted into the top or the vertical loop, and the dangling end of the loop is pulled to snug the loop against the wraps, and then the dangling end is tied off to the running end, in the middle of the back. The effect is to create a tight shelf of rope, under the breasts to force them out on a shelf, on display, and easy access for floggings, stroking, touching, or other activities. This looks great under a sweater too.
Type 5 – Japanese Rope Harness
This type is more complex. Take a 50 foot rope., and make a 10 foot bend in one end. 12 inches from the bent end, tie a double overhand knot. make four more knots, one every 16 inches. Take the knotted end and open the first loop, and place the subs head in it. It will be a loose loop sitting on her shoulders. The second knot will probably rest under her breasts, the third on her lower abdomen near her navel, or lower. Have her spread her legs, and bring the loose ends of the ropes between her legs. Bring the loose ends up the middle of her back, and tie the loose end to the rope at the back of her neck. The harness will be relatively loose at this stage , so don’t worry about her not getting enough stimulation,..yet.
You now have one running end with about 30 feet of rope to play with. You are starting from the back at the neck level. Run from there under the arm to tie loosely to the rope above the breast, then back around the back, and attach to the same rope loop, but from the other side. As you tighten the ropes to the sides, the loops will get shorter, and wider, and the tension on the crotch rope will get tighter 🙂
Go from the above breast loop, to the below breast loop, and then from the tummy loop to the back near the buttocks loop. As you adjust the lower loops, and increase the tension, be sure to open her lips, and insert the two ropes securely between her lips. How tight is up to you.
For the breasts, finish off by tightening the chest loops, and cinching up the under and over breast loops. Looks good and gets her attention, etc.
Type 6 – Breast Binder
This type of tie can be uncomfortable, depending on the tension, and type of material.
In this we are essentially squashing the breasts against the chest, to make them smaller, but in doing so, increases the pressure on the breasts. Start with the bandage wrap. saran wrap, or rope UNDER the breast, then wrap around her twice, then start wrapping above the breasts, downwards. Finish as snugly as desired. The tighter done, the more important for close monitoring and attention. Finish off in the back, so she cant get at the knots..
Enjoy, have fun, be careful, and remember to use your imagination.
Do you wonder what it might be like to take on the ‘other’ side? Are you a switch? Do you ‘sometimes’ play the other role, just to keep up the excitement or just to remind yourself of what the other party goes through?
Heres a great tale I wanted to share….. I fukn loved the story.!
I’m the dominant in my relationship with Ona and I tend to be very strict. Ona enjoys being bound by me. I give her no choice. On our second date, I informed her that I was taking her back to my place, tying her up, and making love to her all night long. She simply raised her eyebrows and replied, “Really”. Ona left my house two days later. Ona (pronounced Own-ah) and I have been lovers for 3 years now. We met in Paris and she followed me to New York to begin her journey into sweet submission.
I am a graphic artist and enjoy a creative passion towards life. Ona works as an assistant to one of the top fashion designers in New York. She always dresses elegantly, if not provocatively, and turns the heads of both men and women when we are out together. Ona is tall and shapely…not over-weight mind you, simply exotic, voluptuous and delicious. She has deep brown eyes, long blond hair (and even longer legs) and is always wearing stiletto heels in one form or another.
Like many bondage couples, we exchange roles once a year and the anniversary date of this surreal event was approaching. We abstained from any sexual contact for about a week leading up to the anniversary, as was our custom. We also acted generally shitty to each other which served to make us both extremely anxious and horny.
Each year Ona shops for that special outfit. She knows my requirements for her wardrobe and my woman takes all measures to please me.
We chose a Friday evening of a long weekend for our yearly happening. Ona always takes this day off to prepare, and this is such a highlight of her year…I only allow her one weekend of dominance. Note: although Ona believes herself to be in control during our reversal experience, we both realize I hold the ultimate authority, and this is never questioned.
I arrived home at 6pm as usual. I sat in the car for a few minutes and meditated, to prepare myself for the drastic and sudden change I was about to experience. Suitably prepared, I opened the door to the house, and Ona’s imagination. She has learned much, and I have taught her well.
I entered the hallway just inside the front door and was met by the wonderful aroma of clove-scented candles…my favorite. The room was lit entirely by candle-light and sounds of the Amazonian Rain Forest were playing softly on the sound system. Ona entered the room wearing my floor-length black silk kimono with elaborate dragon design. I was allowed to remove the kimono from her exquisite body, and this ‘revelation event’ is my last act of control during the role-reversal. I lovingly and lustily surveyed Ona and was reminded again what a truly beautiful woman she is. Ona was completely naked except for a sexy black leather choker necklace, some wrist-length black leather gloves and a new pair of black kneehigh boots with stiletto heels.
I was made to strip under Ona’s supervision. She commanded me to remove my clothes slowly, so that she might enjoy the show. I was led to the dining room completely naked and seated at the head of the table. Ona fed me a delicious dinner consisting of an exotic pasta dish with red wine. The dessert was her wonderful, if simple, strawberry short cake with whipped-cream topping. She spoon-fed me, all the while whispering statements of devotion, counter-balanced by threats of pending punishment if I should disobey.
Following dinner I was led to the bedroom. My submissive experience was about to begin! Ona commanded me to sit at the side of the bed while she pulled her/my favorite pair of black biker boots onto my feet. It seems Ona has come to share my boot fetish! I was beginning to develop a nice erection as the feel of the leather boots sank into my feet and legs. Next, I was told to stand and face away. Ona latched strong handcuffs onto my wrists and silenced me with a large ballgag. She pushed me back onto the bed face up. My penis was pointing to true north like a compass needle. Ona took the opportunity to
lean over and lightly lick, then kiss the head and stated, “I’ll deal with you in a moment”. She tied my booted ankles together with a piece of strong cord and tied that off to the footboard.
Ona put one of our favorite bondage DVDs featuring Kelsie Chambers into the player at the foot of the bed. I lay securely trussed while Ona manipulated my penis with her gloved hands, cherry lips, full breasts and booted feet. She eventually produced a small satchel from beneath the bed and slowly extracted an exotic-looking penis pump from the bag. I suppose my eyes must have grown in a look of surprise as Ona deftly gauged my reaction with a sly smile. She expertly stroked the head of my already erect member and slid the pump over the shaft.
The device had an external handle attached by a vacuum hose. Ona alternately squeezed the handle slowly and evenly, then rapidly and forcefully to extract the most vivid reactions from my subdued penis. At the same time this was going on, Ona applied a small suction tube to my swollen ball-sack and worked on that as well. She brought me to the brink of orgasm on several occasions, but denied my release each time.
Finally Ona removed the pump from my sensitive package, then mounted and rode me until we both achieved a vigorous, shaking orgasm. Ona proudly wiped me down like a prize stallion after a spirited workout. We lay together for a short time and Ona caressed me while softly whispering some of the most obscene remarks in my ear using that ultra sultry European voice of hers.
I was still handcuffed and would remain so for the duration. Ona led me to the bathroom and commanded me to stay still until she returned. When she did I was made to kneel across the bathtub. Ona removed my ballgag, but before I could speak she inserted an enema tube into my mouth and commanded me in her sultry, authoritative voice, “Start sucking”. I did as I was told and soon a warm stream of liquid began filling my mouth. She removed the tube from my mouth and inserted it into my anal canal and gave me a smack on the ass for good measure. Ona replaced the ballgag, and I accepted the enema and the accompanying ‘reach-around’ without protest. Next, Ona placed me on the toilet backwards, with my face to the wall. I expelled the enema fluid and was told to stand.
Ona led me back to the bedroom where I was again placed face-up on the bed. Ona powdered my genitals like a newborn, and to complete the effect she fitted me with an adult diaper. She fixed me with a leather blindfold that was secured using several straps.
Ona gently raised my head, removed the gag, and slipped a tablet into my mouth. She held a glass of water to my lips and told me to drink and swallow. “Aren’t you curious as to what you’ve just taken?” Ona asked coyly. I did not give her the satisfaction of responding. “Well” she continued, (her tone clearly betraying her annoyance at my silence) “I intend to administer regular doses of Viagra throughout the weekend…to keep you ‘up’”. I suspected she was bluffing, and when I didn’t react Ona responded with a deep and devilish laugh. “You’ll need the stimulus eventually my love, as you won’t be allowed sleep”, she stated while replacing the ballgag.
I lay still, practicing some deep-breathing exercises to calm my frayed nerves. Ona made meaningless small talk while toying with and teasing my bound form. Eventually she tore the diaper from me exclaiming, “That wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be”. “Speak for yourself sweetheart” was all I could think to mumble through the gag. The Viagra started kicking-in and my first impulse was to try and fight off the effects of the drug by diverting my thoughts from sexual gratification. I was trying to defend myself against both the wonders of modern medical science, and the amazing sexual ability of a European super-vixen. My best efforts stood no chance as she brought me off while simultaneously riding my dick and squeezing my balls…this woman was a sex monster!
Ona sat beside me on the bed and made more small talk while massaging and biting my nipples, and occasionally running a finger up my ass-shaft. She again blotted the sweat from my body as I lay panting and exhausted. In time Ona sprang up from the bed and announced, “It’s time to get you ready for the main event”. I could only imagine what she meant, but I was completely surprised at the ultimate pay-off.
Ona washed the powder from my genitalia with a very cold washcloth. The effect was exhilarating! She finished by wrapping my icy, shrunken penis in the cold cloth and spritzing me down with her favorite au de toilet. She passed on the obvious opportunity to humiliate me while my member was somewhat lacking. Perhaps she realized such mind-tricks do not work with me.
After Ona had me cleaned up she pulled my Walkman headphones over my ears. Before she turned on the music, effectively deafening me, Ona allowed me to hear her place a call on her cell phone. I obviously don’t know who she called, and all I heard her say was, “You may come over now, I have prepared him for you”. My mind was already racing when my ears were filled with the rich sounds of the local jazz station.
After several minutes Ona placed a clip onto my nose, and since I was still gagged I started resisting violently, in a semi-panic. Breath control had never been a large part of our bondage play and the effect was quite startling. She began gently caressing me and telling me to calm down and obey her. I settled as best I could under the circumstances. Ona turned the volume of the radio down and told me that she was going to give me another dose of Viagra so that I would be all the more ready for the main event. She
removed my ballgag and forced the pill into my mouth. Next, she poured a sip of water into my mouth then firmly clamped her hand across my lips, forcing me to swallow. “Good boy” she said, and gave my penis a quick fluff. Ona replaced the ballgag and began rubbing my nipples. The music again grew louder as she turned up the volume of the Walkman.
Of course Ona would never reveal who she had recruited to act as her accomplice. It was a brilliant play on her part! Naturally we had invited other attractive women to participate in our vibrant sex lives, but never in a bondage setting. I was left to fantasize regarding who was about to enter the experience. Was it another design professional? I’d met several of Ona’s associates over the months and would love to have a go at some of them. Maybe Ona’s sister was going to be the surprise. She was in town for a visit and I’d brought up the subject of her participation with Ona in the past. Magdalena was two years younger than Ona and was an absolutely gorgeous woman. There was a very real possibility that the mysterious third would be someone totally unknown to me. This was in many ways the most exciting and most frightening thought for me.
I lay back on the bed in my helpless condition and tried some deep breathing exercises in an attempt to relax. After what seemed an eternity I felt the familiar form of Ona’s body settle next to me on the bed. She removed the Walkman and whispered “show time” in my ear in the seductive European voice.
I was fitted with a wide leather collar with a steel ring attached. A leash was clipped on and I was hauled roughly to my feet and marched through the house and down to the basement. The women took special care to guide me since I was still blindfolded…to their credit. Once in the basement the leash was secured to a nail on an overhead rafter, immobilizing my head. A rope was passed around the handcuffs and also pulled up and secured above me. I was firmly subdued in this standing position.
“Now remember darling, no speaking” Ona instructed her accomplice. The two began kissing and giggling. Goddamn , I wanted to see this!
My penis was at full attention by this time and was teased every few moments by a strange hand. I had finally ‘met’ my new, if temporary, partner.
Suddenly, the third perched herself on my erect member. This hottie was already warm, tight and wet! What a sensation! She began slowly gyrating and moaning softly under her breath. “That’s enough for now” came Ona’s stern voice from across the room. Ms. ‘X’ moved off of me and I heard the click of stiletto heels moving away from me. I heard conspiratorial whispering at the far end of the room, finished-off by devlish laughter.
Ms. ‘X’ settled on her knees in front of me. She tickled my balls with some expert flicking of her moist tongue. Next, she gathered me in her gloved hands and gave me a rugged dick-slapping, with vigorous attention to the head of the shaft. Delightful!
I was not being allowed intercourse with our visitor. Ona moved near to me and slackened both the rope holding my hands and the leash restraining my neck. I was made to kneel. I could tell that a chair was placed in front of me, and that Ms. ‘X’ sat down. She cupped my balls in one gloved hand and squeezed a generous amount of scented oil all over my genitals with the other. Ms. ‘X’ slathered the oil all over my aching member, presumably to reduce friction because next she went at my rod like a Girl Scout trying to
start a camp fire! After she thoroughly worked me over and had my ‘full attention’, a booted foot made contact with my genitals. Ms. ‘X’ began working my ‘twig-and-berries’ with one, then both boots. When I was at my wits end, Ona kneeled beside me and took control of the situation. She took my penis in a familiar grip and brought me off in a shuddering climax all over Ms. ‘X’s’ boots. I was completely spent and collapsed across her lap.
I was eased onto the floor and Ona stepped around me. “Thank you darling. I’ll be in touch with you soon” I heard her say to her collaborator. Ms. ‘X’ slowly rose to her feet and left the room, stepping over me like the wasted hulk that I was.
“I hope you enjoyed the surprise” Ona said to me as she began undoing all the various fetters that kept me bound. I didn’t reply, but from my silence she knew that I was completely fulfilled.
We always wait one week before resuming our normal roles in the relationship. We do not see or speak to each other during this week. I use this time to concoct a very special rebuttal to Ona’s actions which I refuse to describe here. Suffice to say that Ona was put through her paces. My promise to her has always been that I will not seek revenge for any of her actions…but I will not allow her even the perception that she has any ultimate power over me whatsoever.
At the end of our ‘re-establishing’ session, Ona was left panting breathlessly. She was of course bound securely, but as I toweled (and licked) the sweat from her glistening body, I could just make out through her gagged lips an affectionate threat, “Wait ‘till next year”.
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