Christmas comes but once a year, they say (which, funnily enough, is remarkably similar to the strictly limited orgasm regime which some of my bondage and chastity submissive slaves endure in their endless quest to amuse and please their Mistress!)
This past festive season in the bondage BDSM Laboratory has been a feast of fun and laughter (fun for me, that is, if not always for my bondage clients desperate to experience some yuletide restriction and strict bondage domination at my hands)
I did have to admire the chutzpah of one guy who turned up at my bondage clinic carrying the biggest bunch of mistletoe that I’ve seen for a long time.
He was obviously hoping that his Mistress would fall under the plant’s reputed mystical charms and reward him with a kiss…. ‘Good luck with THAT one sunshine’, I thought, as I hung the sprig up over the bondage bench on which I had secured him in a fetching green rubber body bag.
I had prepared a series of multi-coloured latex outfits prior to his visit, and I have to say that we did make a pleasantly colour coordinated couple, with his green latex bondage gear and my festive red rubber dress; but he should have known that he is much more likely to receive the kiss of my cane than he is to receive a kiss from his Bondage Mistress’s lips!
To put the poor guy out of his straining anticipation under the mistletoe, I soon had him strapped up and suspended in a standing bondage position, hanging from one of the Laboratory’s ceiling hoists right in front of the big television monitor on which I can project films, or stream live images of my slaves undergoing whichever kinky activity we have chosen to enjoy that day.
On this occasion I had a special treat for my Christmas cheeky man, and I let him enjoy a film of his own previous trip to the laboratory where we had worked our way through most of the extensive range of bondage equipment on offer.
I could see that he was torn between watching the erotic delights of his own earlier torture on the screen, and the erotic delights of his Mistress stood beside him in real life.
What a dilemma for the poor guy!
All too soon it was time to take him down, change his outfit once again, and secure him in a sitting position in the bondage chair.
The advantage of this particular piece of my equipment is that it allows me multiple fixing points to ensure that arms, legs, feet, hands and head can all be tightened down as much as I wish to ensure that my sub can move barely a muscle unless I choose to free him.
His black top allowed me access to his nipples to clamp them upwards and hold him even more tightly in position. And his yellow rubber stockings did nothing to cover his nether regions so that his cock and balls were soon jingling in position with more clamps biting into his most tender bits and pieces.
I have to say I was quite proud of the end result, with cords running upwards, downwards and sideways to tie him even more immovably in place.
After his lengthy session, my client was understandably desperately sexually frustrated, and probably hoping that his Christmas mistletoe gift might have earned him some mercy from his Mistress?
Oh Dear… he should have known hat even at holiday times, the Bondage Mistress always stays true to her long-standing BDSM maxim: “Pity Doesn’t Live here Anymore”.
