Aesthetic of Restraint – Admiring the Works of Bondage
Time Is The Enemy
Time is almost always a factor when I get tied up. What’s 10, 15, 20 minutes when you want to admire the works, right? I gotta last if I want Martin to enjoy the view. What I wear is what prompts the punishment and the outfit determines my position. With a mini skirt, heels and a tiny top, Martin wants to see me stand so he puts me in standing position with my elbows crushed and a chain draped from the ceiling to keep me in one spot. That only allows me to stand and turn in circles which is exactly what he wants – the ability to see all of me in my skimpy outfit. My top is pulled up so my tits are accessible for some clover clamps and my skirt is hiked up to show the chain that’s buried in my pussy. What ultimately broke me down – like so many times – was time. Even when I can handle something for a long period, it’s TIME that breaks me down and sometimes, a slow-burn can be more satisfying than a hard bound position that knocks me out in minutes.
