The Strictest Bondage

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 been
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
ankles 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
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 could
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 bindee.
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 an
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 impaled. 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. Or because he was mad at her. Anyway, 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 spreadeagle 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 after pausing dramatically to sip my
wine, I had the pleasure to be challenged by a delightfully curry young miss
who insisted that I couldn't dream up a bondage position that would 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,
plus a 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 without 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 with multiple knots. 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 heir 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 noticed 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. By the way, which did
you think was the strictest bondage?