Bondage, bondage… and more bondage. That was the heartfelt plea from one of my bondage clients who regularly requests marathon bondage sessions with me in my West London bondage laboratory.
His last visit occupied the attention of bondage medical specialist ‘Nurse Despair’ for more than ten hours of restraint, torment, sexual frustration, and medical treatments.
Paying me an annual visit, this particular patient may not come often (in all meanings of the word) but, when he does, he comes for hour after hour of unrelenting bondage fun.
In the space of ten hours one can fly from London to many of the world’s most fascinating locations: you can gaze in amazement at the bioluminescent plankton in the ocean surround Vaadhoo Island in the Maldives, empty your wallet as you go shopping in the vast Chatuchak Market in Bangkok, wet yourself with your fear of heights on the Skywalk at the Grand Canyon in Arizona… or spend all that time doing something truly exciting and memorable, such as being strapped down in immovable bondage by me.
If it seems impossible for you to fathom how a session can roll on for that long, then I should point out that it is by no means my all-time record duration.
In days of yore, I would happily have put you in bondage for as long as 17 hours of consecutive titillation and abuse, and there once was a famous – or infamous – session that rolled on-and-on for three delightfully depraved days of torment.
In my current BDSM Laboratory premises, however, the complexity of using all of my vast range of fetish bondage equipment means that I normally decline such lengthy and challenging sessions for all but my most favoured clients.
You may be wondering just what happens to the lucky individuals who I grace with my presence for so long at a time?
I hope that these pictures and blog will give you some idea of how much bondage fun ‘Nurse Despair’ can have with your body in such a leisurely session.
Her creative abilities know no bounds as she introduces a variety of bondage positions, a range of bondage equipment and a wealth of games to amuse herself and excite her medial patient.
This ten-hour session began with a full and deep cleansing colonic to start the process of relaxation from the inside out.
That took a while but, feeling good from this procedure, my happy-chappy moved into the main room for the serious bondage to start.
Enjoying a large selection of canvas jackets, masturbation machines, medical insertions and body bags meant I had a plethora of toys at my disposal.
For his own reasons, this client had given me the remit of “no electrostim”, meaning that some of the devices we used were not provided with those familiar stimulating electro sensations, even though the nurse did find ways to stroke and vibrate her patient as the day unfolded.
Having him strapped down on the gyno chair gave ample opportunity to insert catheters with a stroking tube to give inside-and-out sensations.
It also removed any need to run to the toilet, as all this peskiness was taken care off. As you can see from the photos, Nurse Despair was in her full medical uniform, delivering all the necessary attention to the deserving client.
Ten hours of session delight bring joys such as total encasement in rubber using my latex bodybag accompanied, of course, with a rebreathing bag and hoods.
Rigging to the tall bondage chair gave me the chance to feature the inflatable hand mitts to stop any unauthorised tampering. Take a look at all those lovely straps, not an inch of movement. Perfect!
After many hours it was decided to fix this chap to my bondage table in the white canvas bodybag where he could be blindfolded and left in blissful peace to suffer his torment in darkness.
Needless to say, by the end of this day I remembered why this is an annual event. Nurse Despair is looking forward with eager glee to her next stamina-challenging day of everlasting bondage.
