Sunday, July 5, 2009


Bondage by A. (Atoons2000); photo by Sir Mike

I'm bound in white rope over a red shirt and black skirt, ankles and knees tied together, wrists tied together behind my back, and a couple strips of white duck tape pressed over my mouth.

I'm nearly immobile, my face pressed sideways to the carpet, in the center of a small living room with people circulating around me. Some choose to raise my skirt and spank me, or to use a belt on me. Others simply step over me and ignore me.

I breath softly and rhythmically through my nose. I've been in this peaceful, relaxed state almost as soon as my captor bound my wrists together. Yes, I suppose with extreme effort I could wriggle free, but beyond that I'm really stuck here.

I suppose a half hour or so has elapsed. Rad kneels down close to my ear and asks if I am doing all right. I'm able to murmur through the tape that I am.

I'm really loving this, and it doesn't MATTER whether people pay attention or not. Either way is fine. It's so "freeing" to be so constricted, so helpless.

(Cross posted on FetLife)


Anonymous said...

Yum. Pretty rope in the pic. Sounds like it was delicious.

Completely OT - I hope Rad's mom is ok.

Miss you both! -Dolly

Ms. Cassandra (Sandy) Park said...

Hey, Dolly! Thanks. Miss you too. We will see you in about two weeks!

ZED and ginger said...

Nice. :) I love bondage! We don't do enough of it!! Complete immobility makes me panic a bit, I found to my dismay. Zed wrapped me fully in rope one time (blog post somewhere) and I was all excited about the prospect of not being able to move. Then once I truly couldn't move, I became incredibly anxious.

I worked the ropes loose enough for some "breathing room". :) and all was fine.