I spent several hours tonight entrapped by a rather large amount of rope. Somewhere between a 100 and 150 feet of it by Lydia’s estimate. I’m not sure we’ve ever used that much before, except perhaps in a couple of suspension scenes. In this case I was flat on my back, with a rope harness around the torso acting as an anchor point for all the other strands that captured my limbs. There were also electrics, clamps and chopsticks involved at various times. Oh, and classical music. Normally that wouldn’t be torture in itself, but when you’ve got a microphone and a sound activated electrical device hooked up to your genitals, well lets just say you don’t want too many rolling drums or crashing cymbals.
We didn’t snap any photographs, but I thought the one below seemed appropriate for a couple of reasons. Firstly, there was a head harness involved, although in my case it was a single strand as a knot gag and then a pair of strands as an inverted Y across my nose. Secondly, nipple caressing was also featured. Unfortunately, it was the other way around, and done immediately after the removal of four really vicious little clamps. That means every touch, no matter how gentle, was agony. It takes a particularly cunning sadist to twist something that should be pleasurable into a painful torment.
I found this image on the Sweet Note image board.