Today’s pictures are from the men at Serious Male Bondage
The photos above document initial experiments with a rigid fiberglass case and a dual-hose gas mask. In this configuration, one of the hoses is used to supply inhale air to the captive in the case, and the other is for exhausting the exhale air. Both hoses are connected to a dual-chamber bubbler bottle via copper fittings mounted into the side of the case. As a result, the inhale and exhale air must pass through its own chamber of liquid creating resistance to the flow so the captive must exert more effort to maintain normal inhale and exhale volumes. As the air passes through the liquid it also creates a unique sound, which allows us to monitor the depth and rate of the captive’s breathing. As Rank demonstrates, the fiberglass case and its associated apparatus provide him with a novel and efficient means of transporting and storage of unruly captives. A video of this scene is available on SeriousMaleBondage.com titled ‘Code Yellow – Containment’ which highlights Rank’s effort to contain the spread of vanilla sexual preferences around the planet by his contaminated prisoner in the yellow suit.
NOTE – this information is for entertainment purposes only. This type of confinement play and breath control is extremely dangerous and possibly fatal. Do so at your own risk.
See the video at Serious Male Bondage
Title: CODE YELLOW – CONTAINMENT
Today’s mummification pictures are perfect for Pride Month! These are part of a recent update at Serious Male Bondage featuring HotHardHat — a kinkster who loves heavy rubber, hazmat suits, gas masks, multiple layer cocooning, and being stuck in hot and sweaty bondage. The mummification is by Wired4Fun, using VetRap.
See the VIDEO at Serious Male Bondage
Title of update: HOT HARD HAT AND FRIENDS – PART 1 AND 2
NOTE: VetRap is available from Mr S by clicking here.
PLUS: HotHardHat has also appeared in videos on MenInChains — as Dakota Duke!
By CFlex
Chapter 3 – ‘Shrinky Dinked’
Grant saw the rolls of plastic lying near the bottom of his rack. His mind, still reeling over all of the new sensations he was feeling, managed to string another thought together, “I don’t know what’s about to happen with the plastic, but it can’t be good for me.” The mounting points on the front uprights, the ones his ankle cuffs were attached to, got loosened and his ankles began to move from the bottom of the upright.
But instead of putting his body in the gyno position again, they stopped when his knees began to bend. The restraining straps he had on earlier were put back in place around each of his knees and tied off at the front uprights of his rack. Then he felt his left foot get freed from its moveable mount.
“These bastards know what they’re doing,” Grant mused, “they aren’t about to give me any opportunities to kick at them.” But he thought if he were patient enough, the opportunity for escape would present itself. Grant also knew that former Deputy Luke Owens, still forced on his knees in front of Grant’s rack, was thinking the same thing. He didn’t know who the unfortunate civilian was kneeling next to Owens, but the guy looked able enough and Grant hoped he’d follow their lead when the time came.