What Yes Looks Like – Part 3

After trying to write a post about failed scenes, and then trying to create a post that included a gallery of images from things I’ve been doing the past month — in hopes of making an excuse for not posting for so long and baiting you with LOTS of (mostly) kinky pictures so that you’ll forgive me … I realized 1) sometimes it’s really hard for me to write  about sensitive subjects and 2) I don’t know enough about how to operate this fucking WordPress.

So in lieu of either, here’s another installment of “What Yes Looks Like. Hooray!

“What ‘Yes’ Looks Like” is a recurring feature that includes a raw, unedited photo from an actual scene of mine and a description of the story behind the picture.

You can read more “What ‘Yes’ Looks Like” entries by clicking on the eponymous tag at the end of this post.

My play partner, a bondage lover with a plum accent … so let’s call him “Bond,” has one of the more vivid imaginations and voracious appetites for extreme bondage that I’ve ever met. I love listening to him tell stories about the scenes he’s done, many of which make me drop my jaw in awe.

While Bond is, for the most part, a rubber enthusiast, it’s really constriction — as opposed to restriction — that’s the name of the game for him. He’s also a pretty big guy, so getting him held  tightly without resorting to saran wrap mummification is a challenge. Fortunately, my Fetters Full Body Suspension Sling was up to the task.

I love the way Fetters describes this piece on its website:

This fabulous complicated leather strap harness binds around the body making it possible to hoist the victim into almost any position – upright, horizontal or upside down. Too complicated to describe in detail, but rigourous testing has proved that a bondage session in this piece of equipment, is a ‘mind blowing’ experience.

Normally, I like to layer the sling bondage with a spandex sleep sack or leather body bag. This time, because I knew I’d be doing a bit of controlled breath play, I chose to leave him more exposed so as not to cause him to overheat or put additional pressure on his chest. Nevertheless, I made sure he was more than sufficiently distracted and challenged with my MEO inflatable electric butt plug as well as PES Testicle Tubular electrode and Corona Cockhead stimulator connected to my ErosTek 312 unit.

I attached the sling to a combination of suspension cables and springs. Once he was up — and I love sweeping a big man off his feet like that. Such a mindfuck to overcome his gravity! — I fitted him with a Russian rubber gas mask. Then came the bubbler bottle. I wriggled my panties off from underneath my skirt and held the funnel to the bottle as I pissed inside, smiling at him.

“I had asparagus for lunch today. Just to torture you,” I sweetly informed him.

What was especially great about this scene for me was how quickly he slipped into the fog of subspace. Sometimes I want bondage to be super stressful, so that you’re constantly reminded of your predicament and it’s impossible to get acclimated. In Bond’s case, however, I wanted him to be able to just slip away and linger in that la-la-land that comes with sustainable constriction. He wasn’t too hot. Wasn’t stressed. Just beautifully, blissfully contained.

Since that scene, he’s emailed me frequently. “Just ate asparagus. Thinking of you.”