Bondage in abandoned/secret places
Posted: 07 Nov 2017, 14:53
I find myself recently more and more drawn to the fantasy of being bound in abandoned or secret places. Preferably taken prisoner by a Dominatrix who gets off on locking people up in totally inescapable, longterm bondage, and occaisionally coming by to play with them.
The kinds of places Im talking about would be secret underground bunkers, cellars/basements in abandoned houses, actual dungeons in castles. I also recently came accross an old army pillbox in the countryside, perfect for hiding a network of old tunnels and rooms underneath which could be used to imprison several subs like me, all volunteers to our mistress to be kept in such a way.
Personally I love steel as a material for restraints, but nice, wide cuffs so that theyre comfortable for long periods, and of course a chastity device should always be steel, with an integrated lock so it cant be cut off. For a hood, you cant beat leather with a locking buckled harness over the top for a bit of sensory dep.
The thought though of hearing the words "goodbye slave....enjoy yourself, see you again....maybe" just before the heavy steel door is closed and locked, leaving me bound tightly to the wall, floor, table or whatever, fills me with dread and arousal in equal parts
The kinds of places Im talking about would be secret underground bunkers, cellars/basements in abandoned houses, actual dungeons in castles. I also recently came accross an old army pillbox in the countryside, perfect for hiding a network of old tunnels and rooms underneath which could be used to imprison several subs like me, all volunteers to our mistress to be kept in such a way.
Personally I love steel as a material for restraints, but nice, wide cuffs so that theyre comfortable for long periods, and of course a chastity device should always be steel, with an integrated lock so it cant be cut off. For a hood, you cant beat leather with a locking buckled harness over the top for a bit of sensory dep.
The thought though of hearing the words "goodbye slave....enjoy yourself, see you again....maybe" just before the heavy steel door is closed and locked, leaving me bound tightly to the wall, floor, table or whatever, fills me with dread and arousal in equal parts