Well, the day had long been awaited. That moment when I opened the door for the first time to my very first session. Wow… was this man for it! Due to the circumstances I’ve been forcibly unemployed since March; five long months not exercising my domination muscles. That is not to say that I haven’t been a busy girl. After all I’ve had the marathon job of moving my 26-year-collection of BDSM paraphernalia and reinstalling it into a new building. Made especially hard by the fact that the new building wasn’t quite finished – although that is another story.
I’m not sure who was more nervous walking to the door: my client of many years… or me ( OK, lets be honest it wasn’t me) At last”, I said, “Ready to gain a new Hypnotic Obsession”?? At first glance this This may seem a bizarre question. However, if like me, you know the history of this particular specimen then the question is completely on-point. Let me explain:
This client has the luck to be with a dominant female, who shares the view that a good deal of brainwashing and healthy coercion does the male mind the world of good. Sessions with me in the past have involved effective relaxation therapies, which are, of course, carried out along with the necessary levels of bondage. The further he travels along my trail of erotic exploration, the more he needs; and this lockdown has caused him to suffer severe separation anxieties as his training was curtailed. The good news is that, today, the long-awaited moment is here, and the reprogramming can continue.
Walking through my previous chambers offered you a complete sensory overload with the variety of themed rooms and equipment on show. My new chambers, however, are totally different. I wanted something that was starkly opposite to what I had before. This place is white (and I do mean ‘white’ because it is, after all, a laboratory in which male and female subjects offer themselves to be human Guinea pigs in clinical trials of a niche sexual nature).
From the moment Mr B walked through the door he was met with an explosion of white! Every room, every bit of kit, every wall and every floor are white. The corridors eventually lead to the main, open plan, impressive space. Intricate bondage paraphernalia capable of holding firm to every part of the body, including the fingers, mouth, neck, and more adorn the room. On this occasion, however, I led this now-quivering mess towards one piece of equipment: “The Super Boomer”.
Glancing briefly at the overhead suspension, my subject knew The Super Boomer chair was for his trial run…being the first person to play in the Lab certainly had an appeal. Of course, I was eager to not only show what The Super Boomer chair could do …. but have a lot of fun at using it on someone as well. This was to be a first for us both.
This playmate likes to bring a selection of his own bits and pieces to the party, and today was no exception. I knew that his bag of tricks contained a wonderful white plastic catsuit that had poppers in all the right places, so that was my first choice for his baptism of white…”Don’t worry, I’m new to this too”, I teased. “I hope you’re ready; as soon as you’re dressed, sit onto THE SUPER BOOMER CHAIR and we can begin” …
The Super Boomer Chair Experience
There is nothing like seeing the dancing emotions displayed on the increasingly nervous face of a held captive. I watch as the thoughts flash in his eyes and lap up all of it, knowing full well that I can increase his fear, trepidation, joy, or elation with my simple, yet complex, methodology of ‘layering’.
“Let us start with the fingers shall we. I don’t want you suddenly remember that you left the oven on and absolutely have to leave immediately to get home”. Now, although his may be an unlikely concern, I naturally cannot help but tease. This sub has particularly small hands…and no that does not make his penis look big, because he is in full chastity, totally secure as I normally expect with a sub in training.
Spreading one’s fingers, which are then kept apart and gradually ratcheted down with a surgical set of Allan keys must certainly quicken one’s heart. I am not sure my sub realises that these are genuine surgical instruments… but the shiny stainless steel certainly looks the part. This seems at the time to be a rather slow and laborious task – but I know it is also an intimidating measure for my victim. It takes time to get this right, not too tight to cut off circulation, but tight enough to stop the hands being withdrawn from the device. “Wouldn’t it be awful if someone had the inclination to use needles on the fingertips”, I tease.
Above this elaborate finger-bondage device, was a metal lockable cuff, running higher up the arm is an arm rest with multiple strap options. This is all just for the arms, so it should give some indication of the level of restriction I can create. The torso, legs and ankles receive the same fate of total immobilisation, however, its not until one secures the head that the real effect starts to kick in. I’ve found over the years that the head represents the place of total security. If one’s head can move, then you feel still able to articulate your feelings. Take this ability away, and the BDSM gears accelerate tenfold.
Tying the head is therefore an artform. It’s terribly difficult to make it secure and at the same time avoid pressing on the nose. Equally difficult to hold by the neck without making the jaw ache. Shrink wrap works well for a time, as do the numerous rails of head restraint systems I have in place, however this Super Boomer chair has a unique feature! A latex, laser-cut face covering with the necessary holes to still see the subject and yet render him or totally restrained.
The beauty of having such an effective positioning for the body, fixed and helpless means is that subsequent threats of interventions of the painful kind give one the opportunity to see the captive test its binds. They can squirm and wriggle and soon find that they ultimately have no way of gaining their freedom.
Around the room I have lots of unique challenging and interesting features about which I won’t go into detail at the moment. But, needless to say, when placed in a room and surrounded by possibilities the mind will surely race.
On this occasion the bondage I apply certainly has our captive chomping at the bit. Even more so when I roll across a technical contraption that helps hold a Venus 2000 in place. It has a unique slider mechanism that controls and contorts the cock into perfect erotic arousal, Slowly does it; these things cannot be rushed. In fact…. “I’m sure I left the oven on”.
Time for me to make a hasty exit, leaving my captive to worry about how long it will be before I return to deal with him again… or whether I might just forget him entirely!
