By Marknorth
I didn’t care for the plaster encapsulation of my head at all. Breathing through straws stuck in my nostrils as the plaster cured didn’t do it for me a tall. In addition to the straws, the plaster shrunk as it dried and kept getting warmer and warmer. I’m not claustrophobic by any means – I’ve been locked in a shitload of bondage hoods, sometimes for days – but that plaster really got to me.
By slavesuit
I was bound and struggling in this heavy bondage suit for a few hours. The stimulation in the chastity belt kept me on edge but never provided me an orgasm. I was completely frustrated yet loving every moment of this bondage. Clearly, I was being provided with the best gear and scene that I had ever had. At least once this guy came back and released me; I would have had enough bondage to last me awhile. But did I really want it to end. After all I was in heaven.