Yes, It’s Common That A Hogtie Feels Restrictive.

“Just unzip me, piggy. Taste me and lick me….show me how good you are………….Oh, yes, the gag. I can see that might be a problem. Well try anyway, rub that taped and stuffed mouth against me and see what happens. You might get lucky.”

"Strict Leather Hogtie" I am blessed to have the opportunity to play with bondage-loving perverts from all over the world. The people who seek me out to play (whether it’s on-camera with a select few, or in a private session with most) generally enjoy bondage quite a lot. However, within that group of bondage-enjoying people, there is a smaller group of bondage fanatics - people for whom intense bondage is a core need to feel fully alive. These bondage fanatics generally enjoy very tight, very restrictive, very intense bondage. At times they can be insatiable, but generally they are simply most satisfied when bound. Thorben is one of these beautiful bondage fanatics. He is the kind of fanatic that has multiple pieces of complex metal bondage gear designed and made perfectly for his body for maximum restraint. He cannot get enough. Since this was the first time he and I met, I wanted to start with a simple scene that would show me how much of a bondage slut he really was - a hogtie. Hogties are a wonderful way of determining a person’s willingness and desire to suffer - as long as there are no major issues, a bondage slut will discover micro movements that promote circulation, comfort and sustainability within their restraints. After lacing a tight leather hood on Thorben’s head and layering it with a leather head harness, I tightly lace up each of his feet into knee-high ballet boots. After Thorben gracefully makes his way onto the Fuck Cart, where I fold and secure each of his legs and waist with a thick leather strap. Thorben is very flexible, and therefore it was a pleasure to slip his arms into a leather arm binder behind his back, lacing it up as tight as it goes. To create added stress, I tie Thorben’s head harness to the top of the cart, pulling his head and shoulders back into an arch. Thorben, being the bondage slut that he is, was already signaling to me to tie up his arms (as if I wasn’t going to do that anyway!), and after pulling his wrists high up behind him, he was truly satisfied. Although bondage is the main course of this scene, I added a bit of electro play to truly signal to him that he is helpless. A medium-sized electro ass plug was stuffed into his hole, while his tightly-tied balls and cock were electrified with two small metal loops. Not only was Thorben in this very restrictive bondage for quite some time, but he had a constant boner that signaled to me that what I have here is a certifiable bondage fanatic :) After teasing Thorben with my hands for some time, I stroke him off to a pretty major orgasm, culminating in a huge blown load. This scene really set the stage for Thorben and I to explore other scenes that only a bondage fanatic could enjoy :) Nice meeting you, Thorben, we will be good friends!

Substitution

My stomach dropped when I opened the door and my wife’s younger sister walked into the house. The young woman kicked off her shoes and looked at me as I closed the door.

“You look very nervous,” she told me. 

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered, my head and eyes down.

“I expected you’d be naked when I arrived,” she said. “I’m already of a mind to punish you. Strip.”

My gut churned as I obeyed, removing my clothes in front of the woman, who was 15 years younger than my wife and I. My wife had told me I was to be disciplined in her absence - she was on a “bridesmaid” getaway with her best friend, who was getting married next week.

When she’d told me her younger sister Heather would be in charge of my discipline, I’d protested, which was a big mistake. My wife had locked me in chastity to punish me and messaged her sister to add that to the first spanking.

Once I was naked, Heather took a pair of handcuffs from the drawer of the small table in the entryway and secured my hands behind my back. She then walked me to the computer, which was open on the table. 

“Down,” she ordered. “On your knees.”

I sank to my knees, and she sat at the computer, crossing her legs. She was reading the list of chores my wife had left on the computer, as well as the various punishment suggestions.

“You should be kissing my feet while I read this,” Heather told me. “I can see you looking at them. I know it’s shameful being punished by a woman so much younger than you, but you know you deserve it. Lips on feet now, little boy.”

I obeyed, kissing my sister-in-law’s young feet, and I heard her clicking the keys on the computer.

“I am going to punish you for not being naked when I got here,” she told me. “Thirty minutes over my lap for a spanking. Then you get to work on these chores, then I’ll spank you again for protesting to your wife about me coming to discipline you.”

I blushed. I was sentenced, and it was going to be a very unpleasant night for me.

Look at your whimpering face, slut!...

From:   Lover Of Gorgeous2