Bound to Train
I have one client who is well known to me, and who comes to visit my new BDSM Laboratory as often as he can for a series of increasingly difficult bondage challenges in which I ensure that his movements are more and more restricted and his suffering gradually increases to add to my amusement and sadistic fun.
Being a rather ingenious guy, he has also designed and rigged up a substantial bondage frame, similar to a sling frame, in his own home. It offers a variety of fixing points and positions for a range of bondage and can even be placed over the top of a home exercise treadmill to increase the type and severity of his exercise and training needs.
Naturally, I rarely leave the Laboratory because it is now fully equipped with my own select and unique range of bondage furniture and equipment, but for a few people I do make the rare exception. Each time I visit, I pack a case so full that it appears that I must be moving in for the duration, but in fact it contained all the essential travelling kit I need. Along with multiple leather straps and ropes, I take chains, gags, and collars, along with a few new bits and pieces for each trip that allow me to keep things fresh and interesting every time.
Then came more chains, fixing his wrists close to his body as they were affixed to a wide bondage belt secured tightly around his waist.
It was fun to get him running on the treadmill with his chains clinking and clanking with every step while I sat down and relaxed next to him, enjoying my lunch as he sweated and suffered.
Soon, however, it was time to up the ante and add in some of the electric boxes I had bought along on my travels. Electric pads on his balls made it easy for me to control how enthusiastically he obeyed my every command, and they were soon supplemented with additional electric straps wrapped this-way-and-that around the shaft of his cock, and by electric pads stuck to his nipples and held firmly in place with a Segufix human restraint belt around his chest.
To complete the perfect training look, all that was needed was a tight fitting rubbed hood which meant that he was breathing through two rubber nostril tubes and could no long see the look of enjoyment on my happy face.
The last stage was to secure his hands behind him in a suitable ‘strappado’ position, encouraging his to bend forward and dip his head down as the arms were raised ever so slightly higher behind him. Then I could take him down from his exercise under his home- made bondage frame to have him kneeling before his Mistress.
That position on his hands and knees was a lot easier for him to learn to maintain once I began trying out each of the three different ‘humblers’ that I unpacked from my case. They were soon clamped tightly in place to pulls his balls tightly backwards between his legs so that they each enforced the ideal submissive position I like to see. There was only one last thing that, for a moment, I almost forgot to add:
“Oh… I remember now… the humblers can be electrified as well… let’s try that, shall we?”
