Bondage For The Bad

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She was on her knees, unable to stand because of the latex ballet boots that he had laced tightly around her ankles. From them travelled a pair of tight latex trousers, black and shiny, finishing just above her waist where it was covered by a boned, latex corset. The corset had two crescents at the front, framing her underbust while leaving her bulbous breasts exposed. Behind her was an arm binder of shiny black latex, laced all the way down her spine with her wrists restrained to her lower back by a padlocked, belt-style strap. He was finishing the smaller lacing of her mask; a latex panel covering her entire mouth and following the contours under her chin. The mask tightened backwards around her cheeks and jawline, each side lacing to the end of the strap that travelled over her head from her mouth to the base of her skull. There was a gap for her nose, a rein***d eyelet over her lips and a press-stud on each cheek. He pulled the lacing tight and grabbed her by her long, wavy blond hair.

 

“Do not give me that look. I am really not impressed, young lady.” She was glaring at him through angered eyes, but she was the one who had misbehaved. “You know the rules.” He began buckling her collar around her throat, nice and tightly, reminding her to whom she belonged. “Be a brat and I will punish you. It is sexy and we both have a lot of fun. Be a spiteful little sod and I will discipline you. You took it too far and I will not tolerate it.” She huffed through her flaring nostrils, but she dared not make another noise. He clipped her leash to the ring of her collar, then wrapped it around his left knuckles with brooding deliberation. She could not see his eyes through his glasses, but his expression was dour.

 

“You are going to wear this for this rest of the day-” she whined suddenly and tilted her head in annoyance. “Ah ah!” he yanked on her leash and grabbed her cheeks in one hand. “If you complain in any way before I wake up tomorrow, I will make you wear this outfit for the whole day. For now you are going to swallow my load for lunch, and you will be sucking your dinner through a straw.” He waited for another response, but she just squinted unhappily.

 

“Right now you are nothing but my toy.” He took a fistful of her left breast, digging his nails into her firm and buxom flesh to provoke a moan. “I am going to taste your breasts, *** feed you your lunch, and you are going to accept your discipline like the obedient little pet that I know you are. I am going to touch you, tease you, *** you,” he pinched her nipple hard and she squirmed, “taste you and *** you however I see fit. You are going to enjoy it. Do I make myself clear?” She nodded slowly with full and fluttering lashes, then flinched at his growling and aggressive tone. “Get up.”

 

She struggled, on account of having her feet fixed in a pointed pose by her ballet boots, but he tugged on her leash and it leant her enough assistance to get up. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her forwards onto the bed. With a hunger like nothing he had felt before, he pressed his leash-wrapped hand to her collar and pinned her to the bed. He buried his face in her naked cleavage, bit harshly into her rounded mounds of warm, firm flesh, and he licked and sucked on her perked nipples until she was a writhing mess beneath him.

 

Once again he grabbed her cheeks in one hand, releasing her leash to continue fondling her with his furious claw. He ***d her to gaze into his eyes,

“We are going downstairs for lunch.” Without warning he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her out of the room. He sat on the sofa and dropped her, allowing her body to collapse to the floor naturally, ruggedly. She fell with a grunt, still staring daggers at him, but she obeyed,

“Kneel.” With yet more effort she got to her knees, pushed her chest out in hopes of redemption, and he grabbed her leash. He pinched the press-stud of her left cheek and tugged it free, removing the short rubber dildo that had been holding down her tongue. It was covered in her saliva, dripping down her cleavage now that she could speak.

“I am sorry for my behaviour, Sir.” Her brows were still furrowed bitterly at her discipline, but she lowered her gaze respectfully. “Please redeem me in whatever way you see fit, Sir.”

He rubbed the dildo on her face, then pulled her head close to fill her mouth with his rock-solid erection. He started pumping her face, ignoring her choking and gagging. “I must admit, all this has me highly aroused. You are a good girl, you just need to be reminded how. Are you going to behave from now on?” He ripped her face off, noting her reluctance to have his penis taken away.

“Please forgive me, Sir. Make me *** as much as you want, Sir. I am sorry, Sir.”

“That is better.” He pinched the drool from her mouth and rubbed it on her breasts, massaging it in a groping her before pulling her lips back over his entire shaft. Before long she was gulping loudly and swallowing her reward, followed by being thrown to the floor. She grunted at the impact, but he knew she enjoyed the blunt ***. She opened her mouth,

“Thank you, Si-” but he shoved the rubber dildo back through the gap in her mask and buttoned it in place, leaving her a silent and used toy. He dragged her by her ankles and handled her body until she was curled up in front of the sofa, kneeling and hunched over.

“You will remain there until further notice.” He proceeded to fetch his lunch, sitting on the sofa with his legs up. “You are such a beautiful foot-stool. Good girl. We will play again once I have eaten.”

 

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Following a story I read on this forum, I began planning a story about the ultimate bondage straight-jacket. I started writing it, too, but it was not going well. I recently relocated a picture of a latex gag/mask, described above, and it got me fantasising. Since the model's outfit was fairly similar to what I had planned for the leather straight-jacket, I used this story as a prototype; an experiment to test how else I might write the other story. I am happy with how this one came out, so I think I will have an easier time of writing the original idea. I will post that story as soon as it is ready. For now I have a question.

If the moderators allow, I will post a link in the comments below to a BDSM website that shows the image I used for inspiration. Even without that image for reference, I am hoping that someone might me able to help me. I do not know if the real thing uses lacing or some other fixing, but does anoyone recognise this mask? Would anyone be able to tell me where I can one or at the very least what this particular design is called? I have seen plenty of similar versions, usually in leather, but I am searching for this specific latex design because I think I am becoming obsessed with it.

I hope you all enjoyed the story.

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These are the links I found, if I am allowed to mention them:

Smutty*

Smutty*

 

@Phoenyx I was hoping you might have an idea?

Edited January 23, 2021 by Deleted Member
*External links removed in accordance with forum guidelines

[Phoenyx]

5 hours ago, DanteReign said:

@Phoenyx I was hoping you might have an idea?

Gettin' me in trouble! (ha ha).  You've been hanging around me too much---I'm starting to rub-off.  I definitely enjoyed this story, even if it is far rougher than my own, personal style.  I tend to focus more on the sensual nature of such punishment bondage.  I like to give gentle caresses to my leather-bound slave, while whispering harsh and terrifying words, with a soft, yet evil tone.  My intent is to get her to explore her own darkest fantasies while so encased.  Tight, inescapable latex or leather can bring the imagination to a whole, new level.  Is she imprisoned by me, or by her own ambivalence?  There is the great *** and desperation that comes from being so utterly ***.  Yet, at the same time, she feels safe within the cocoon of her own deepest desires and most-craved fetish.  If these two feelings are kept in balance, the sub's high can be quite intense.  I might even add a little light-to-moderate impact play, to spice things a bit.  But, nothing too heavy, as such extreme bondage tends to limit breathing.

In my early days, I had requests for the kind of rough scenes that you described.  Unfortunately though, such roughness was not in my nature---a scenario that always seemed to end with safewords and apologies.  So, I opted to stick with more sensual sadism.  Really, it is all about what the sub wants.  But, it is also about what my own nature is able to provide.

Sadly, the links that you posted have been removed by the Mods.  Youtube links might still be allowed---though I'm not even sure of that.  I don't know if the rules have changed, or, if they are just being en***d more strictly.  Perhaps, someone can comment and clarify this.

On the question of how a hood is fastened, the closure could be either lacing or a zipper.  Leather hoods are almost always laced.  Latex, on the other hand, stretches quite easily.  So, either lacing or a zipper could be used, to get the desired tightness.  Zippers can be fun, as the sub can be imprisoned before she even knows what is happening.  Zippers also allow for quick release, should there be a problem, like a panic attack.  Be careful though, not to get the hair caught in the zipper, as this could be quite ***ful, in a not-fun way.  Some hoods have both lacing and a zipper.  The lacing could be used to get the desired tightness, while the zipper allows for quick release.  Or, on the other extreme, the zipper could be used to cover the laces, and keep away prying fingers.  Most hoods also have a slave collar firmly attached, for extra "security".

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2 hours ago, Phoenyx said:

ambivalence

One of the reasons I love your feedback is being introduced to words like this. You are a teacher, even when you do not intend it directly.

2 hours ago, Phoenyx said:

tends to limit breathing

This is also something which I had not considered, but I am grateful that you have pointed it out. Thank you.

Fingers crossed that I can eventually find a website that sells this mask gag.