Bondage Debut - Part 1
I’m normally a camera guy and a webmaster for fetish videos of all kinds: feet, cbt, tickling, latex, you name it, but I have always had an interest in heavy bondage. I tend to have a very overactive mind, at least more active than I care to have at times. The daily stresses of life often create an unwelcome chaos in my mind. The mere thought of being restricted so tightly that I can barley move always has a calming effect on me. I remember the first time I was in an inescapable position. I was about 8 years old and a family member rolled me up in a large blanket. With my arms at my sides and just my head sticking out, there was nothing I could do, no matter how much I struggled. The pressure of being confined made me very nervous, since I had never felt anything like it, yet some how it triggered a relationship between being restrained and a calm peaceful feeling. Now, as an adult, I find myself craving heavy bondage in my daily thoughts.

I was with a couple of friends, Mark (SeriousBondage.com) and Mya (BoundforTrouble.com), in San Francisco doing a routine bondage video shoot. This was one of the most extreme bondage shoots I had ever had the opportunity to shoot. Little did I know that I was about to find myself on the other side of the lens. We had just finished a couple days of shooting and were about to head to the airport and back to Los Angeles, when Mark suddenly had an idea. He noticed I had been eyeing his very alien-like heavy rubber hood and decided that not only should I try it on, but that I should wear it with an assortment of other restraints that he had tucked away in his play-space. With only about 45mins left before we had to grab a taxi, my clothes came off, and on came the heaviest bondage gear I had ever felt. I was about to be enrobed in the most restrictive situation in which I had been since I was a child. About 10 minutes after Mark’s inspiration, Mya had me dressed/restrained and ready for my very first photo debut.
First came the straightjacket: it was made of black, high-quality leather and had straps that went from the back of the jacket, between the legs and attached to the front to keep the wearer from sliding out. There was also a strap connected to the neck and the bottom of the jacket that went around the forearms. This was to prevent the wearer’s arms from moving up and down in an attempt to escape. I could see signs of age in the jacket, such as the dull finish and relaxed feel of the leather. I could only image how many people had the chance to feel the secure confines of this amazing piece of bondage. Next came the leather braces. Mark assisted Mya with putting them on to help conserve time. I was strangely comfortable with the sense of being over-powered by two people putting leg restraints on me concurrently . The braces covered my lower legs, and extended high enough over my knees to make it painful if I tried to bend my legs more than just a few degrees, and they covered my ankles in the same fashion. The feeling of the braces added an element of bondage of, “you can move, but if you do it will hurt”. I found this added a unique mental element to the situation. It was my choice to move my legs or not, yet I chose not to, due to the pain. Once the braces were on, Mya began connecting chains from the braces to the straight jacket. The sheer feeling of their cold heaviness bumping against my legs was exciting. She connected the chains in an X formation across my upper thighs: right knee to my left hip; and left knee to my right hip. This layered on yet another element of restriction by controlling the length of the steps I could take while walking. Combined with the leg braces, the chains forced me to take very small steps.

PART 2 Coming Soon…

















