A unique latex-lined bondage coffin
from Regulation Ltd. (England) is fully tested prior to
a Society Of Janus bondage presentation in San Francisco.
Story by Mark, photos
by Darren and Travis
01 May, 2003
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April of 2003, the Society of Janus asked me to present
a bondage program on a very short notice. I agreed,
and after thinking about it, I decided
that the title of the program would be 'Total Enclosure
Bondage". I had friends who owned this type of bondage gear, so invited them to participate in
the program, and together we could create an exciting
evening of show-and-tell.
Among my bondage friends was
Darren, who told me he had just acquired a new
piece of bondage gear, but he wouldn't tell me
what it was. He purchased the gear during his last
trip to England, but the only way I would be allowed
see it was to come to his house.
Well... the new gear turned
out to be an exciting latex bondage coffin from Regulation in England. I must say, when I first saw
it, it sure looked like a coffin! Darren had the
coffin in his bedroom, next to his bed, on the
floor.
The coffin's jet-black
color contrasted sharply with his room's freshly painted
walls and hardwood floor, which sent a flush of erotic
excitement through my entire body. Darren removed the
coffin's heavy cover, and inside was an inflatable latex
bondage bag with attached gas-mask hood! I had to catch
my breath again, as I peered down into the coffin's blackness.
Darren explained that the inside of the coffin was lined
in one inch thick padding, which was then covered in
thick black latex. This created an enclosure of complete
and total isolation, surrounding the... um... victim
in 100% latex!
The latex bondage
bag had a zipper that ran up the back from the knees
all the way to the top of the head. Darren reached
into the coffin and laid out the bag, face down,
so the back zipper was facing upwards. Without a
word, he unzipped the bag, the latex opened and unfolded
gently like an expensive mink garment. I could imagine
myself trapped within the confines of the latex bag
and coffin, spending
the
entire night helplessly subject to it's restrictive
and unyielding blackness. The thick padded interior
and it's heavy cover would prevent anyone from
hearing my cries, I would be forced to relinquish
control to a night of total enclosure bondage!
"Care to give it a try?" Darren
asked. I nodded. My heart was beating hard. It
was the middle of the afternoon, but there wasn't
a better time to try a new piece of bondage gear
than in that very moment! Without wasting a second,
I stripped down to my shorts. I stood ready, anticipating
the sensual feel of latex. Darren directed me to
stand in the coffin, then step into the opened
bag. Once I'd done this, I knelt and slid both
feet to its bottom, enjoying the cool, smooth feel
of the latex envelope while my feet and legs were
forced gently together the deeper they went.
I snuggled further into the
embrace of the bag with my arms held at my sides,
and then slipped my head into the confinement of
the gas mask. It seemed to welcome me, sealing
itself against my cheeks and forehead, almost like
an insistent facial massage.
With my arms
at my sides, Darren folded the latex closed over
my back and legs, and slowly pulled the zipper
up the bag. Starting at my ankles, I could feel
the smooth rubber closing around my body, welcoming
me in it's clutches like a spider welcomes a fly
into it's web. It was a very deceptive and erotic
experience, to say the least. The soothing rubber
cloak would soon bind and restrict me, and limit
my ability to interact with the rest of the outside
world.
With
a few tugs here and there, Darren completely closed
the bag. The zipper had finished it's travel at
the top of my head, effectively sealing the gas
mask to my face. I was breathing rubber; it's thick
and pungent odor was very arousing. I could hear
Darren's muffled voice through the latex hood: "we
need to turn you over now". I felt his hands
slip under my thigh and waist as he gently nudged
me. Moments later I was face up, I felt a slight
twinge of panic. As I peered up through the lenses
of the gas mask I began to appreciate just how
confining the inside of the coffin was going to
be... Is this what a burial coffin was really like?
Darren smiled down at me. "The
best is yet to come" he said. "What?" I
said loudly into the gas mask, "I can't hear
you!" Darren repeated himself "THE BEST
IS YET TO COME!". I nodded. My mind was somewhere
between an erotic bliss and shear panic, I wasn't
sure which, and I didn't really care. Sometimes
I need to forget my daily life and sink into a
sensory experience which soothes and nurtures me,
and this was going to be the experience that provided
that escape.
Some
people I know enjoy meditation, massage, or soaking
in a hot tub. Others lose themselves in reading
or gardening. Personally, I favor an experience
which is extraordinarily bizarre and scary, sensual
and erotic, and capable of removing all of the
control I exert in my own life. Sometimes I'm worried
that people will judge my emotional escape methods
as shocking, distasteful or repulsive. But alas,
the experience of total enclosure bondage is
far too satisfying to worry about what others think.
My only concern is when they discover the unique
qualities of bondage for themselves, and as a result,
bondage gear becomes available at Macy's or Kmart!
I can just imagine the cover of Sunset magazine: "Build
Your Own Home Dungeon".
I enjoy being somewhat unique and different from
other people. The thrill I experience when I play
with severe bondage is due to the fact that it's
scary, shocking, and socially unacceptable. That's
exactly what I like about it. Severe bondage has
a unique flavor of being on the edge - and it's
done in private, behind closed doors, which is
very fun and attractive to me.
Darren moved away
from my site, but soon returned with a small black
box. He bent over the coffin and attached a hose
to the small metal valve sticking out of the latex
bag near my right shoulder. "Ahhh... an air
compressor" I said to myself. Sure enough,
within seconds, the sound of the compressor filled
the room like the whirr of a vacuum cleaner. I
didn't feel anything at first, but within a few
seconds the bag started to inflate. Slowly, the
inside layer started to compress around me, while
the outside layer expanded like a balloon. As the
bag grew larger and larger it filled all the available
space inside the coffin. I suddenly realized that
once the bag was fully inflated inside the coffin,
I wouldn't be able to move at all!
My eyes were probably as big
as saucers. Darren looked down at me with a fiendish
smile. Our eyes were communicating even though
the sound of the air compressor filled the room.
The pressure of the inside latex bag became comfortably
tight and secure. I felt like a child, swaddled
in blankets on the back of an Indian mother. Darren
turned off the compressor and removed the hose.
Silence followed. I tried to lift my head to see
around the room but the bag had inflated around
my neck and chin, so it was impossible to lift
my head more than an inch or so!
Darren gently
rolling my head to one side while he screwed a
thick rubber hose to the air intake connector of
my gas mask. Although this didn't seem to add any
difficulty to my breathing, I felt more and more
helpless every second. It was far too late to ask
that the top of the coffin be kept open; the heavy
cover was the single remaining piece which would
take me into a state of euphoria, bliss, and to
a point of no return.
As Darren slid the cover over the coffin I felt
like I was being buried in a latex grave, never
to be seen again. I was on a spiritual journey
to the other side. Darkness filled the coffin,
I could no longer see the lenses of my gas mask
in front of eyes. I was in blackness, darker than
the most foul winter night. And the silence was
amazing, I couldn't hear anything except for the
air passing through the valves of the gas mask.
My breathing was very shallow, and I was afraid
I was going to experience something scary and horrific
at any second. But the anxiety came and went, and
I was able to lie back and enjoy my helpless and
bizarre predicament.
Darren's
muffled voice came through the air hose from
outside the coffin "Can you hear me?". "Yes!" I
shouted. "Would you mind if I stayed
in here all night?" "No problem!" exclaimed
Darren. "I'll leave a note for the house
cleaners, they can release you in the morning!" I
laughed into the gas mask, knowing that within
an hour or so I would need to be released.
But I loved my fantasy anyway, enduring the
next 24 hours trapped inside my helpless
latex bliss!
Later that week another
bondage friend by the name of Travis called
to tell me he had purchased an old hearse.
Can you believe it? My friends own a latex
bondage coffin, and a hearse! Unbelievable!
As it turned out, we used the hearse to transport
Darren's latex coffin to the Janus program.
The program was a complete
success, and we all had a wonderful time
sharing our gear and experiences with people
who attended. The photo to the right was
taken in the parking lot, as we unloaded
Darren's latex coffin before the program.
I have the best friends, and they have the
best gear!
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