bound2fly on Collarspace

4/21/2009 1:36:35 PM

My elbows and wrists are bound tightly behind me. My legs are bound at my knees and ankles. My eyes are covered blinding me to my surroundings. A ball gag attached to a head harness is stuffed deep into my mouth. The straps of the harness are cinched tight. A rope pulled tight around my hips at my waist is fed between my ass cheeks and legs for later use.

I'm laid face down on a two-piece bench. My cock and balls, bound at their base, dangles along with the rope between my legs through the opening between the two parts of the bench top. My body is strapped to the bench at my hips/waist just above the rope around my waist and my upper thighs.

The rope, passing on either side of my bound and dangling cock and balls, is pulled tighter and tighter. Once pulled as tightly as it can, the rope is tied off to a support at the head of the bench. Any movement, any attempt to lift my hips up only succeeds in the rope digging into the flesh between my ass cheeks and legs.

A strap from my head harness is attached to my ankles. If the strap is pulled tighter, I can go from lying pretty much flat--just my head and lower legs up off the bench--to an appreciable arching of my back. The more I am pulled into the arch, the greater the strain, the tension on my body. The reason for this will become apparent shortly.

To further my predicament, a spiked leather parachute is squeezed and snapped around my poor, dangling, exposed balls. The metal spikes, only about 1/8" in length, dig in but do not break the sensitive skin of my ball sac. At least not yet!

Next, a 5-pound weight is hooked to the ring of the 3 chains of the parachute. Now my balls have the tension of the weight hanging from them to go along with the tension of being bound in an arch while strapped and tied tightly to the bench.

The cherry on the top is the addition of wooden clothespins to my cock. Two or three on the underneath side starting just behind the head top off the simple torments my captor can do to me.

Now, she can just sit back and watch as the tension and strain she has put me in leads to my own building tension and excitement. My cock, if it has not already done so, starts to swell as my excitement grows fighting against the pinch of the clothespins. As my excitement continues to build, my body reflexively squirms, the muscles of my pelvic areas squeezing, contracting in response as my body fights against the ropes and strap binding me tightly.

I can no longer help but fight against my bonds and the torments being placed upon me as they combine with my internal building sexual excitement to stimulate me towards orgasm. The rope between my ass and legs digs in as I try to lift and buck my hips. My bucking hips also causes the weight to dig the spikes of the parachute into my sore ball sac while squeezing my balls encased within.
Eventually, the pain will become predominant. But, until then, I am flying as I am bound tight.

What if my captor were to take a more active role in my torment? I am completely at her mercy.