I avoid posting the most extreme things that happen… but with a worldwide audience I feel compelled to dish.

Tuesday I was consumed with this scene….

Once a week, I keep him. Every week I keep him a lil longer. This week… 4 hours! You might be wondering….why?

Well for this young man, the headgame is the fun part. He’s into inescapable bondage for hours. He’s also into pushing his limits in ways that make it hard to find a domme partner. Let me explain…from all appearances this is a normal bondage session. In reality, there are several things happening here that make this man’s fantasy somewhat extreme. First, there are LAYERS of various bondage materials on his head. We begin with an inflatable gag in his mouth and tape it sealed with Gorilla Tape. Then we insert tubing into his nose to assure this nasal passages cannot be blocked while in the headgear and earplugs are inserted. Then various layers are applied, depending on my mood. Latex hoods, shrink wrap, tape, a scuba hood, several layers of blindfolds, and finally a leather bondage hood is locked on. Over that, the ear muffs cancel out any remaining sound. So…no light, no sound, mouth pumped and taped completely closed. All of that…WITH HUGE DIPS OF CHEWING TOBACCO in his mouth. Fresh and painful. This is where the safety concerns come in. Obviously, there is a choking hazard involved. Add layers of materials and I’m paranoid!

Once the headpiece is complete, the neck brace and tie down belts come in. He’s completely immobile and I shift his limbs into different bound positions depending on what I’m doing to him and to keep circulation going.

Now, the first time I did this scene and learned the complicated order of operations and saw the chew…I admit I was significantly worried about safety. I think we made it 45 minutes the first time, before I couldnt get any communication and freaked out. He has a safe signal…I know what it is, but I needed reassurance that I could hear it if it came. And…I was concerned that if we had a problem I wouldnt have the needed time to peel off the layers to help him. So, the next week we developed signals that he can mirror back to me to say “I’m OK”. I need that to relax…I cant relax with the only safety measure being a safe signal that he wont use unless its an emergency!

Now, we’re up to 4 hours and developing the next phase…mechanisms for potty and intaking¬†fluids. All the while…that snoose (sp?) remains my only concern.

He tells me that over a lifetime of playing, he hasnt found anyone else willing to work with the chew/safety concern. As long as ultimately I KNOW we have a good communication system and a plan for emergencies is practiced…I’m good.

What do I do to him for four hours….I will let you guess!

See….I DO have the coolest friends!