Trapper Smith

I was already coming down from a pretty intense bondage scene, where I was chained and strapped into a tight hogtie for an hour or so.  After those straps and chains were removed, I collapsed on the bed in this position to stretch out my sore muscles.  Unfortunately, I was still wearing the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles.  After my rigger gave me a quick rub down through my PVC catsuit, he grabbed the ropes again and started to me up to the corners of his bed.  I was simply too tired to resist…

But I should have resisted.  Because what followed was four hours of the most intense edging I have experienced.  You can click here to read the entire story.

My friend convinced me to do this bondage escape challenge.  The rules were simple: Once he got me tied up, I had to escape before he could make me cum.  If I failed, I had to let him tie me to his bed in a nude spread eagle for the entire night, and he could do anything he wanted to me. This is the last picture he took of me, before he jumped on the bed and positioned his body between my arch arms and legs.  The PVC was stretched so tight across the front of my body, that he had no problem finding my most vulnerable areas with his powerful vibrator. I lost the challenge.  A few times...

The fantasy playing out in my head as more and more chain was being anchored to my body, was that I was a captured spy being prepared for interrogation.

It’s almost like the more straps that were added to my thighs, the tighter my suit got over and around my crotch.  I thought I was already pretty much helpless (and very much turned on) before they started wrapping these straps around my thighs.  But I quickly discovered there is “helpless’, and then there is “Helpless”.

So I got a request on Tumblr to see more of my bare feet, while I am in gear, tied up or not.

I think this picture qualifies.  Right?

Note: The camera lens used to capture this image is distorting things a bit.  My feet really aren’t this long.  I swear!

Nearly two hours later, I was still very much restrained in this rope harness that my friends tied me in.  I probably shouldn’t admit this (because they do read this blog), but I didn’t really try that hard to beat this escape attempt.  Why?  Well, as they were tying me up they told me that if I didn’t escape they were going to hold me down and edge me with a vibrator for an hour before letting…

When my friend started tying me up in this web, he didn’t have a real plan on where he was going to go with it.  It started out randomly when we were standing around in his living room (coming down from a previously intense bondage scene).  I was still wearing ankle and wrist restraints, so he just took some rope and threaded it through the metal loops on the wrist restraints.  I was mostly…

There is always that point in any good bondage scene where you realize you have given up control.  Whatever happens next to your body is a decision that isn’t yours any longer.  Sure, you have properly negotiated the scene beforehand.  But really, when you are tied up like this, all you have going for you is the trust you have given the top tightening down the restraints.  For a lot of us…