The author describes his favorite bondage
scenario: heavy bondage and secret fantasies.
Story by Mark, photos
by Travis and LT Switch, modeling by Mark and Mayumi
14 May, 2003
you may already know, some bondage scenarios seem
to be more exciting and fulfilling than others.
I suppose this is due to the kind of bondage gear,
the bondage position, the
environment, your partner, and your mood at the time.
Over the years I have enjoyed many "favorite"
bondage experiences, experiences which I like to repeat
over and over again for weeks or even months at a
time. However, as time passes I get bored with that
particular bondage scenario, so I move on to create
a new one which is fresh and different, and
incorporates new gear which I might have acquired.
The bondage scenario which I am about
to describe has recently developed into one of my favorites.
I have been playing with this scenario for the last month
or so, and I couldn't wait to share it
with other bondage aficionados on the Internet!
After reviewing my writing on seriousbondage.com,
you might conclude that the kind of bondage I
enjoy the most usually includes latex suits and gas masks.
But currently, tight-fitting latex suits combined with
latex hoods and gas masks just seem to be my favorite!
The truth of the matter is that enjoy many different
kinds of bondage equipment and scenarios.
In this story, the
author shares the fun of being restrained in serious
bondage - and then indulging in his own delicious
will my next favorite bondage scenario be? I don't know,
but I must admit that I have always fantasized about
being locked in a solitary confinement jail cell,
while chained to the floor - or wall. A real jail
cell with cement walls would be difficult to construct
in my home because it requires so much room. However,
if I build a jail cell you can be sure I will write
an article about it to share with the world! It seems
to me that as I get older I'm attracted to heavier
bondage gear and more elaborate experiences. Does
anyone else experience that? Anyway, on with this
bondage scene combines two bondage
stocks I built recently, metal shackles
and chains, and my bondage table. This combination
is very exciting because it allows a limited
freedom of movement, while at the same time
pinning other parts of my body firmly to
enjoy the photos while you scroll down
to the next text description.
looks as scary and intimidating as it is
in real life! It's probably one of the most
emotionally satisfying bondage scenes I have
ever created. There's only one thing left
to try with this combination of gear; I'd
like to restrain a woman in the same position.
I just can't seem to find a woman who owns
a head-to-toe latex cat suit, and savors
tight rubber hoods and gas masks!
I discuss any more of this bondage scene,
you might like to know that this web page
is split into two parts: the first part
is a review of this bondage gear, and the
second part (towards the bottom of the page)
is a fantasy I dreamed about while I was
restrained in the gear. I hope you enjoy
those who are unfamiliar, the smell
and feel of the latex is really quite
pleasant. It has an erotic and natural
feel, cool to the skin. The latex greets
you with a smooth and gentle innocence,
until you zip up the back of a heavy
latex hood, which engulfs your entire
head and all your emotions!
hood I'm wearing in the photos is made
of a much thicker latex than the rest
of the suit, and fits like a second
skin to my face. For those who have
not tried a latex hood, it can be very
intimidating and claustrophobic at first.
You might need to take time to acquaint
yourself to it's confining and isolating
effects. Latex doesn't "breathe" like
leather or spandex - it's not porous,
so your head can easily overheat (or
you might think you're head
is overheating). As you can see, this
latex hood doesn't have a mouth opening,
which is extra exciting, and intimidating!
found that a one-piece latex body
suit (cat suit) doesn't work very well
for bondage. For one thing, it never
fits correctly. Unless you have a suit
custom made to your measurements, it
will never be very satisfying. Another
problem with a one piece suite is that
if it develops a tear, you might have
lost the whole suit (unless it can be
repaired). In addition, I like bondage
that requires my arms to be restrained
over my head, and I have found that a
one-piece suit will sometimes tear under
the arms, where the latex is stretched.
solution to these problems is to assemble
a latex suit made of separate pieces.
In this bondage scene I use a latex hood
with a long collar which drapes down
over my neck and shoulders (called a
hangman's collar), a latex shirt with
long sleeves, and a latex suit that covers
my legs and torso, but not my arms.
great care when I'm putting on my latex
suit. Latex can tear very easily, so I'm
careful to not stretch or tug too harshly.
I've been playing with latex suits for
quite some time, and I've discovered that
the latex has a somewhat finite life. Latex
can be washed and worn only so many times
before it becomes weak, ripping with
the slightest tug.
people will say that they get years of
use out of their latex. Maybe they take
better care of their latex than I do.
Sometimes I will wear my latex four nights
in a row and not wash it until after the
fourth night, depending on the amount
of use and my perspiration. So my latex
gets a lot of use, and as a result, I
accept the fact that it will eventually
rip and need to be replaced. As far as
I'm concerned, that's is just a fact about
latex. Latex is expensive, so my fetish
attraction to latex is not without a cost!
people use a thick silicone-based lubricant
which makes it easier to put the latex
on. But the lubricant gets on everything,
including my leather bondage gear, gas
mask, and even the door knobs of my house!
In addition, I have an allergic reaction
when I rub my eye with the lube on my hands.
So, I prefer to use powder instead of the
lube when putting my latex on.
In the photo below,
doesn't the bondage table look fantastic?
It looks like something out a science
fiction movie. I feel a rush of excitement
pass through my body just looking at
the picture! As you can see,
there are two sets of wooden stocks mounted
horizontally along the black metal railings
which run up and down the sides of the
table. The stocks can be mounted anywhere
along the railings, to accommodate people
of different heights. The
openings in the stocks are made to fit
around my waist and ankles perfectly.
The shackle chains
are attached to metal "eyes"
which are also mounted to the black metal
railings of the table. These eyes can
be moved and mounted anywhere around
the edge of the table, which is very
convenient for this bondage session
or any other bondage scenario you might
think up. Personally, I can think up
ankle stocks have two sets of holes; the
inside holes are for holding the ankles
closer together, and the outside holes
are for holding the ankles apart. The
stocks are locked closed with the biggest
padlocks I could possibly buy. After all,
big heavy stocks require bigger and heavier
locks! As I've said many times before,
the bigger and heavier the bondage gear,
the more exciting the experience can be!
stocks are made to open in the center,
by hinging on each en. This is a different
design than traditional stocks you might
see in the movies or story books. I
made them to hinge in the center because
the stocks are so long that hinging on
one end isn't mechanically practical.
this bondage experiment I will have my
legs spread apart, so my ankles will be
in the outer holes of the ankle stocks.
After careful consideration, I decided
to use a pair of Fetters metal shackles and short
chains to restrain my upper legs, just
above my knees. In the photo below, you
can see that the leg shackle chains are
connected to the eyes along the side railings
of the table, just below the waist stock.
In the above photo,
you can see the leg shackles in the
foreground, and the waist stock in the
background. In the photo below, you
can see the ankle stocks in the background,
looking through the opening of the waist
stock. (These pictures were taken on
different days, which is why the hardware
might be in slightly different positions
in each photo)
The wrist and neck
shackles are attached to metal eyes which
are mounted to the top end of the table.
If you look closely at the photo below,
you can see that the wrist shackle chains
have been padlocked to the eyes, so there
is no chance for me to escape using my
own hands. Also, notice that the neck
shackle has metal loops welded on each
side for attaching chains, which is very
convenient. The Fetters people think of
The Fetters shackles
were purchased from Mister
S, a leather
bondage store in San Francisco. The shackles
are usually sold with a welded chain that
joins them together. I cut and removed
the chain from some of my shackle sets
to allow me to use the cuffs individually.
These Fetters shackles can be custom ordered
in any size, by requesting a specific
circumference (not diameter). In the photo
below, you can see the way the shackles
come from Mister S with the chain joining
them together, and the same shackle after
I have attached my own chain. These shackles
are 15 inches in circumference. The shackles
don't use a conventional key, they have
a screw-type lock which requires an allen
hex wrench to tighten. You can see the
small hex wrench attached to the silver
chain in the foreground. The allen wrench
is pointing toward the hole in the shackle
where it is inserted to tighten the locking
A safety note; I have
attached small silver chains to all the
individual keys for my gear. Each silver
chain has a clip on the end, so the chains
can be attached together, or attached
to the gear, or attached to my belt. This
prevents the keys from being lost, and
makes them easy find in a hurry.
As you can probably
imagine, the combination of the heavy
stocks and the metal shackles create quite
a thrill for the person who is lucky enough
to be restrained within them! In the two
consecutive photos below, the first photo
shows the shackles lying on the table
by themselves, and the second photo shows
the same shackles restraining me. Very
exciting, don't you think? Once I have
been restrained in this gear, I experience
nothing less than complete euphoria!
The chains of the wrist
shackles are rather short, and although
I can move my hands and arms, the chains
do not allow me to touch or reach anything,
including the chains attached to my neck
shackle. The small amount of slack allows
me to change the position of my arms and
shoulders, which prevents shoulder fatigue
and allowing me to stay in the bondage
for a longer period of time.
Can you imagine the
feeling of the shackles locked snugly
around your wrists, and the sound of the
chains clanking as you tug helplessly
against them? Metal bondage is so definite
and unforgiving. It does it's job quite
I can tug and jerk
against the wrist shackles, but the chains
feels like they jerk back with their own
force. There is absolutely no arguing
with the chains and their immobility;
the feeling of helplessness is very thrilling
indeed. The heavy rubber gloves protect
my wrists from the harsh metal of the
shackles, and create a sense of total
rubber enclosure from the outside world.
I can't feel my own fingers or hands through
the gloves, they seem to add to my feelings
As you can imagine,
even if I had the key to the padlocks which
hold the wrist shackle chains to the table,
my thick rubber gloves and clumsiness would
prevent me from opening the padlocks with
only one hand. Not to mention, the neck
shackle makes it almost impossible for me
to turn my head far enough to see the locks!
Obviously, escape is not an option in this
The neck shackle also
makes it impossible for me to rub the
gas mask against my arms, which might
allow me to dislodge the mask from my
face. There is no way out of this bondage
predicament, and I'm forced to wear the
gas mask whether I like it or not!
As you can see,
the neck shackle fits quite snugly. It's
a constant reminder that if I struggle too
violently I could choke myself. In the photos
below, you can see that I can only raise
my head a fraction before the neck shackle
chains reach their limit. Whoever created
this bizarre medley of bondage was cruel
and exceptionally fiendish.
I struggle and jerk
against the shackles, testing their strength
and my physical limits. Once I explore
my bondage and range of motion, I begin
to feel cuddled and completely satisfied.
There is no escape. I then begin to experience
a strange thrill and emotional peace.
What have I done to
deserve this? What kind of bizarre treatment
calls for restraining me in this extreme
and frightening bondage? Will I be let
free, or will I be forced to stay this
way indefinitely? Does anyone know I'm
here? The ear plugs and thick latex hood
make it impossible for me to hear any
sounds, and the gas mask muffles my voice
so I can't call for help. Oops... I guess
I forgot to mention the ear plugs... and
the dildo which is held firmly inside
me by the tight latex suit.
In the photos below
you can see that the stocks hold my torso
quite firmly. The stocks are custom built
to my exact waist measurements, and feel
quite snug. The heavy padlocks prevent
the stocks from being opened by "unauthorized
My ankles are caught
within the outer holes of the ankle stocks,
which hold my legs apart and make me feel
quite vulnerable. The tall leather boots
help protect my ankles from the harsh
grip of the stocks, and provide a further
feeling of heavy bondage.
The shackles around
my legs grip my boots tightly, there is
no give to them whatsoever. The short
length of chain to the shackles allows
my legs to lie comfortably, but whenever
I move my legs (to struggle or prevent
fatigue) I am reminded of their limited
I drift in and out
of twilight consciousness, wandering through
my erotic dreams and fantasies, and eventually
forgetting I'm enclosed in this strict
bondage. I return to reality occasionally,
with a jerk of raw fear and near panic
as I am reminded about my bizarre bondage
predicament and extreme helplessness.
My breathing is slightly
restricted, due to inhaling through the
air filter at the end of the gas mask
hose. The odor of rubber inside the mask
is thick and pungent, and there is no
escape from it's intoxicating aroma. I
can only lie back and and enjoy the bizarre
sensations and emotions that come with
this type of extreme bondage experience.
Before I share a wonderful fantasy with
you, I would like to pass along a few
thoughts about bondage safety, and the fiction story you are about to
read. As you may have noticed already,
I love to describe intense bondage, and
I love to
embellish my descriptions with
words that make the bondage sound exciting,
erotic, romantic and frightening. In fact,
bondage is erotic and romantic
to me. But this kind of bondage is also quite dangerous, and should never
be done without lots of prior bondage
experience. And, it should never be done
suits, and especially the thick latex
hood and gas mask you see in these photos,
can easily allow your head and body to
overheat. Sexual excitement, quick breathing,
struggling, helplessness, and body heat
are all dangerous ingredients when combined,
not to mention unforeseen technical difficulties
that could arise with the gas mask air
valves and it's air supply hose. Reactions
of claustrophobia and panic can be much
closer to you than you probably think.
attraction to this kind of bondage, combined
with sexual excitement, can impede one's
ability to make rational safety evaluations
and decisions before and during the scene.
Once the shackles are closed and the chains
are locked, the reality of one's bondage
predicament can be frightening and completely
overwhelming. If the key is dropped, or
a cramp develops in your leg or arm, within
a matter of a few seconds the experience
can change from pure enjoyment to overwhelming
anxiety or uncontrolled fight-or-flight
panic. The problem is that the chains,
shackles and gas mask are very real, and
they don't give way simply because you
want out. This stark realization will
generate more anxiety or panic, which
is a vicious circle you can't escape from,
and will endanger your own safety.
and extremely careful with any kind of
bondage play. Expect the unexpected. Never
play by yourself, and never be left alone
in bondage even if it's for a short period
of time. And if you play, do so at
your own risk.
lie in my helpless state of bliss, I fantasize
about a partner... a partner who shares
my obsession and craving for intense bondage.
Both she and I are all to familiar with
the rush of excitement we experience as
we negotiate which one of us will be tied
up for the evening...
tonight, my partner has put me in bondage
before enjoying a relaxing evening bath.
She loves to keep me helplessly bound,
forcing me to wait patiently for any attention
she might care to share with me.
being left alone in the stocks and shackles
for what seems like hours, she enters
the room, wearing only a delicate red
slip and tight black leather boots. She
leans over and looks into my eyes through
the lenses of my gas-mask. She pauses,
then climbs onto the bondage table and
straddles my latex covered chest. I look
up at her as I tug helplessly against
the metal shackles which hold my wrists
securely at a distance from her body.
Her eyes close as she places her hand
between her legs... Ever so slowly her
body starts to rock forward and back as
her naked thighs grip tightly around my
moves slowly to her own internal rhythmic
pulse, as she leans her head back and
inhales the room's heavy aroma of leather
and latex. I can feel her tension building.
With one hand clenching my forearm for
support and the other hand deep within
her sex, we both feel the waves of sexual
energy flowing up and down her body. Without
the slightest interruption of her own
pleasure, she moves her hand away from
my forearm and reaches behind herself
to the zipper of my latex pouch. Effortlessly,
she unzips the pouch and draws my hard
shaft from it's cozy home. I moan into
my gas-mask as her warm hand slides up
and down my shaft, feeling it's firm length
She opens her eyes
and looks down at me, I stare back, seeing
the fire building in her soul. Every time
I'm helplessly bound and under her control
she rises to a feverish sexual excitement,
and this time is no exception. As her
sexual passion nears it's climax, she
sits up, and quickly moves off my chest.
Climbing over the heavy stocks around
my waist, she manages to straddle my pelvis
and guide my cock into her hot wet sex.
She lifts her
legs back over the stocks and mounts the
heels of her leather boots under my arms
for stability. She then leans back, allowing
my cock to deeply penetrate her body.
The lenses of gas-mask
fog. My torso is pinned to the bondage
table, there is no way for me to control
the gratification of our union. She
savors my helpless predicament. She
had planed my bondage to be as stringent
as possible to limit any control I would
have during our sexual encounter. She
loves to exert control her over my emotions
and sexual gratification. As she reaches
climax, the bondage table starts to
shake and rattle. The sound of clanking
chains and a woman's animal urges fill
the room. I am building to my own climax,
breathing hard and deep into my rubber
She comes hard and
full... bending over the stocks and resting
her forehead on my latex-covered chest.
She moans in pleasure, turning her head
from side to side. Her eyes are tightly
shut as she rides my torso like a wild
stallion. Her body pulses with energy
and withers with relief as waves of sexual
explosions pass through her. Her enjoyment
engulfs us both, our souls touch and stand
side by side in the ether of sexual space
and time. No beginning, and no end. Acting
out our secret unfettered fantasies and
dark desires, made real by willing and
I am only moments from
my own sexual climax when she lifts her
body abruptly from my pelvis, allowing
my shaft to slip out from the depths of
her body. I freeze and my breathing stops
for the longest time. She crawls up and
over the stocks, and sits again on my
chest. She leans over and peers into my
eyes. I'm in a daze, stunned by the sudden
change in intimacy. She leans over, where
her lips whisper into my latex covered
ear "this is for my pleasure, not
With that, she slides
her hand up the long latex glove covering
my arm, and clinches her fingers around
mine. I feel a twinge of sadness and loneliness.
I could imagine the feeing of her delicate
warm hand through the thickness of my
rubber gloves. She loved the feeling of
emotional closeness and physical distance
- the mirage of intimacy - stifled by
the harsh reality of discipline and severe
bondage. She knew that I was feeling small
and powerless - but that's exactly the
way she had planned it. It was indeed
her pleasure, and not mine.
She sat up, reached
back, and slid my hard cock back into
it's warm latex pouch, and zipped up the
opening. I was feeling very helplessness
and lonely. The distance which the bondage
created between us seemed overwhelming.
But these were tools of her own pleasure.
They were ruthlessly harsh in their duties.
She placed her hands
on each side of my rubberized cheeks.
Then, bending down, she gently kissed
my rubber forehead. I tugged helplessly
at the shackles which secured my wrists.
I struggled, but my body barely moved
within it's bondage. She smiled, knowing
that I could sense what was coming next.
She lifted her legs up and over my outstretched
arms, and with a quick sweeping motion
of her body, she positioned herself over
my rubber-covered face.
I found myself peering
into her wet mound. She put her hands
on the sides of my face as her pelvis
rocked back and forth in front of my eyes.Then,
in a firm posture and voice she announced
"I will release you in the morning...
please don't try to escape, you know you
can't, and you will just exhaust yourself
if you try".
With that, she slid
her hand into mine and squeezed my palm
through the heavy rubber glove. This was
her way of saying "good night".
She climbed off the table, and without
looking back she turned off the light
and closed the door. This was going to
be a long and lonely night.