Bounce into Bondage

Mar 18, 2013

The trials and tribulations of life too often get in the way a seeing to by yours truly, this is a fact of life and one faced by today recipient of my attentions. Too long has been his absence but bringing back the smiling face and jovial nature meant time seemed no barrier. As usual, it matters not what age, religion, colour or creed of the slave who walks in my door, all are treated equally....as my helpless hostages to my dark deviancy and awaiting the fate of what befalls them is a journey into the unknown. No matter how many sessions, no matter how many games, each experience is different; ‘why’?? You may ask. Well for starter, I always like to try new things, push boundaries and of course I always love to introduce new or forgotten play items in my premises.

My rubber ball is a long standing piece of kit, in fact most of my items my premises are. Sitting unloved under my bondage table, one hapless adventurer got more than he bargained for in a recent encounter when i pulled this rabbit out of the hat. Thanks to the miracle of twitter, the images of the last inflation had wet my subbie’s appetite, and who am I to deny such an entrée.

Covered head to toe in rubber and suddenly understanding the enclosure of the enormous rubber specimen taking shape around his head, I couldn’t help myself but take a shot or two of the event. It truly is a spectacle to behold, watching the rubber pile expand and grow into a beast of a ball. The extreme disorientation of the minimal movement is completely indescribable to those who have not had the opportunity to meet its enclosure. Needless to say, the scene was set and from here on things stayed on track, moving effortlessly to more and more extreme bondage, restriction, mummification, sounds, nova pro (the list truly goes on and on with the sensory overload) but applied in phases, my slave was able to absorb and move onto the next phase.

It must be said here that I see many people in various states of undress and the role of exercise in the advancement of years is crucial to staying mobile, fit healthy and indeed able to cope with the stresses of intensity that I inflict. The more active people I see of retirement age and beyond and the veracity in which they approach life is an inspiration. This being said, I tackled the world at 630am this morning to attempt my first early morning run....and my god it was bloody freezing. I dragged my frozen (but rapidly warming bones) through the local streets and felt very happy indeed Id made the effort. Although sport is something that I partake in on a regular basis, running is something that I bypass. However, in an effort to try to mix things up (and remove the damage of a weeklong cake binge has left) I’m upping the ante. Be warned slaves, I’m going extra hardcore so expect some real sadism to shine through. Nothing like taking my problems to work and resolving those in one foul swoop.

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