Why Did I Agree to a Tape Gag?

Um, crap, oh man that tape is going on tight!

Strict bondage tells two stories. The script that the actors play out tells the obvious story, but the tight rope and unforgiving gag write a story of their own.

The script is about a story that is make-believe. Star is engaged to a filthy rich man, but she is a filthy and naughty girl. She has a bad habit of being overly friendly with other men. She has the bad fortune that her indiscretions are found out. She will be rich in less than a week, but those photos will end her free ride before it even starts. She shows up at a hotel wearing only high heels and handcuffs herself. She is a priss with harsh words, but the rope he brought is harsher. Her applies more and more to her naked flesh, her helplessness growing with each loop of the thin cord. She complains the entire time, but he has a remedy for that. He forces dirty panties into her mouth, packing them in tightly. She feels the tape wrapping over her face again and again. She tries to push the panties out, but they will not budge. It is not long before she is stringently tied and balanced on a leather ottoman, her head pulled down to her ankles. He instructs her to fight the ropes and she does so despite the discomfort. She needs those photos back and no amount of humiliation or pain will ruin her dreams of luxury. He returns and places a tall and wobbly pedestal near her and to her horror lifts her up and places her on it. He tells her that she acts like a princess and princesses go on a pedestal. Escape is an option long gone, and it is no longer relevant. There is only enduring until she satisfies his perverted whims and gives her the photographs. Imagine her shock when he sets up a camera and begins filming. It seems he has other plans and tells her the ladies at the country club will have a field day knowing their new member is such a kinky little pervert. She has no choice now. She will bend to his will once a week or he will release both the video and photographs for all to see. This is her penance, and both the ropes and her selfishness force her to bow in reverence.

There is always a story behind the story with strict bondage though. There is a real girl dealing with real ropes. The cords cut deeply into her, and each minute they make her skin burn a little more. Her crossed ankles on the pedestal are digging into the wood, and they are starting to hurt. He tied her elbows, and her hands are starting to tingle from lack of circulation. He pulled her neck down to her ankles making everything twice as uncomfortable. It will be okay though, all she has to do is breath. Each deep breath helps the discomfort fade and disappear. All she has to do is breath and focus. Meditation becomes difficult though when fingers and panties start filling your mouth. The gag is the "oh shit" timer for a set. It signals the divide between when a model is confident with a position and when she switches into "holy crap I do not think I can hold this for 15 seconds let alone 15 minutes" mode. Star's eyes illustrate this exact moment. She plays the bitchy girl perfectly up until he gags her. Her derisive sneer morphs into wide eyes, a furrowed brow and a reddened face. The panties fill her mouth completely. She tries to work them out with her tongue but the tape is tighter than she expected. It digs into her face and forces the panties even deeper into her mouth than when they were first packed in. Her deep breaths are replaced with short ones. She is no longer fighting the ropes, she is fighting to make it a mere 30 seconds, and then 60 and then 90. She fights to breath, and all the discomfort of the ropes comes flooding back. Everything is twice as difficult as before. She tells herself to just breath. It will all be over soon she reminds herself, but time has slowed. The seconds tick by slower and slower, and all she knows is the discomfort of the ropes and the gag. Her tongue is tiring. She fights to hold the panties against the tape that wants to push them deeper into her mouth. Her saliva builds, soaking the panties and trying to run down her throat. Has it been 15 minutes yet? He is holding up five fingers. Oh shit, it has only been ten. She cannot feel her hands and is already lightly coughing. The wet panties are winning the battle in her packed mouth. The ropes have long defeated her. Five minutes is an eternity, but I can do it she tells herself. She bites into the panties, tenses her muscles and hopes with all her heart that he has scissors in his back pocket!

Image courtesy of Strict Bondage on Display with Star ... at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/6951227.

Do-It-Yourself Mummification Kit

Help me Obi Wan, You're My Only Hope!

I have a do-it-yourself mummification kit on the top of one of my office shelves. The box is as easy to pass by as any other box in my office. Scuff marks on the sides hint at the time it spent in a warehouse. Dents and small tears betray the lack of care the shipping company uses with their packages. A series of green digits on the side most likely allowed the manufacturer to know the exact contents of the box. The only other distinguishing factor is small strip of white microfoam tape with the letters DIYMK written in black marker.

That label comes from the devilish streak in me. Yes, I have a devilish streak and even the wry grin to go with it. I find it obvious because I contort women into all shapes and configurations with just about anything that you adheres to itself, buckles or can be tied into a knot. Devilish does not mean sadistic though in my mind. There is a coyness that comes with a devilish streak. The goal is not to punish anyone or make their day hell because they will allow you to do it. Anyone can do that. The challenge for me comes in the line between a girl smiling, laughing and enjoying talking to me after a set even though she wanted to punt my junk like a football while restrained. Anyone can make you helpless, make you hurt and make you dislike them. It is much more of a challenge to explain to a model just how terrible a position will feel and have them agree to it because they know you would never do anything to damage them or put them in serious risk.

That is being devilish in my opinion. I get to twist my mustache and play the villain to the utmost but deep down the model knows I am the good guy that will always whisk her off the railroad tracks before anything bad happens. I get to play both sides of the fence because I know when to be on either side of that fence. That is why I can get away with being devilish. That is why that box has DIYMK on it. I know it means Do-It-Yourself Mummification Kit, but everyone else thinks it is a box. It might have books, pictures or figurines in it. It does not though. It has every size of tape I need to keep a damsel helpless, moaning and electrically insulated for as long as necessary. If is a big box of, "Holy Shit!" that sits in full display to anyone that comes into my office.

Star found that out. She knew I wanted to mummify her, but she had no idea just how much tape was in that box when I brought it out. It is daunting for a girl to start rummaging through a box full of tape and ask, "Are you going to use all of it?" I always respond devilishly that I will use as much as needed. That always gets someone to bite the side of their lip. By the time Star was blindfolded and on the floor it did not matter. The tape muffled her hearing, blinded her and squeezed her into complete helplessness. Shallow breaths were all she could achieve, and time ticked by ten times slower than normal. Movement was minimal, and she could not even stare at the ceiling to pass the time. She was locked in her own head.

This is the time when a girl wonders what the hell she got her self into. There is no way she will ever free herself. There is no way she can ever call for help. I could load her on a luggage cart and parade her around the convention floor. She is really just along for the ride at this point. Aching and alone she really just plain hates me at this point, but she cannot hate me completely. One thing making the experience bearable is knowing that Ted is not a total asshole. If I just get through the rest of the filming he will have me out quickly and all will be well. The key to being devilish is being Darth Vader to Princess Leia and knowing that her hologram still pleads to you in the guise of Obi Wan. Help me Ted Michaels, you're my only hope!

Image courtesy of Fully Insulated Tape Mummy with Star.