Alright lads, today I’m going to do something a little bit different. Lets do some bondage brainstorming. For science.

I got a commission from the great @Killer555178 to throw as many layers as possible on one subject in a bondage scene. Nothing particularly brilliant comes to mind as I try to imagine a story and plot that isn’t a run-of-the-mill kidnap story or whatever, so I’m gonna do something a little bit different.

I have quite a bit of freedom with my story, my prompt was literally “Or could you do a story of a girl getting tied up in as many layers as possible with a thick gag?” So, we’re going to do some good ol’ brainstorming on what is actually possible when I get asked to put ‘as many layers as possible’ on a damsel.

So. I’m going to lay out some ground rules to start. Pretty much my only consideration is that it might be ‘technically’ possible to happen in real life. So, no magic, no potions or wizardry, no futuristic tech, etc. All we have are the things that exist today. With that, I want the damsel to be able to stay alive. Not gonna do (much) breathplay, and her head won’t be swaddled beyond anything within reason. Besides that though, anything and everything is on the table.

I’ve had just a teensy tiny little bit (a year) of experience writing bondage stories, so I have a decent idea of what people like. So, before we begin the actual bondage stuff, I am going to introduce y’all to a character of mine.

During Kinktober of this year, I got attached to Katy. Katy was a character I made for the first day, then kept using because I was too lazy to come up with new characters. Katy is inspired by someone I know in real life, so it was pretty easy to put together a basic character sheet for her. Physically, she’s around 5’ 8’’ (or for my metric friends, 1.73 meters), has crimson-red hair that falls to around her collarbone, she’s a runner, fit, etc. Now, different from the person she's inspired by, Katy is very quiet, kind of shy, and has a variable interest in bondage. In some stories, she has a burning passion to be tied up, others she wants to tie up her friends. Other times, she has no interest at all and just so happens to be the center of some bondage episode. Sometimes she enjoys it, sometimes she panics, it all depends on the setting.

So, as I come up with what I want to do with the ‘as many layers as possible’ thing, my mind defaults to Katy. In this scenario, I see Katy floating in a white room. Kind of like a 3D model in an unrendered environment. She’s just chilling there, not involved in anything yet. A blank canvas. Ready for whatever devious things we might want to throw on her body.

What? You want some sort of background? Readers like to get a sense of what kind of person is getting tied up? They want to know if she is into it or if she just got kidnapped? Well, if you insist…

Katy was walking down the street, just minding her own business one day. She had had some fun with her friends at the mall, and she was walking back to her car. How old is she? Well, since a lot of stories I’ve written have the main character at high-school age, I am going to say she is a senior in high school. She is 18, so the DA police don’t banish me to wherever disgraced NSFW writers go. And I better say this now, don’t practice non-consensual bondage in real life. tHiS iS a wOrK oF FiCtiOn aNd ShOuLd nEvEr bE rEcReAtEd iN rEaL LifE. There, I said it. Hopefully the sarcasm doesn’t get me banished.

Anyways, Katy is almost done with her senior year in high school. She is particularly smart and recently acquired a nice scholarship to go to college. What does she want to study? Not sure why it matters, but let’s say architecture. Oooo wait, how about she studies fashion design. That way we can describe what she’s wearing.

Katy is wearing a pair of fashionable leggings. The waist has a complex weaving pattern that she is proud to say she designed herself. She is wearing a cropped, tight-fitting shirt, with her midsection exposed. She carries a small handbag that she also designed herself, and she is walking with a pep in her step. She’s happy about her trip to the mall. She had looked at fabric for the past hour with her other friends who also are going into fashion design.

See how well the ‘fashion design’ thing worked out? Now all y’all readers can connect to her in some way. She’s unique, happy, relatable, all the things that would make you think she’s just an ordinary happy lady on her way to college!

How wrong you are. Katy has some things coming her way that she would never expect…

Now, how do we get Katy into our canvas for some bondage ‘science’? Oh, I know! A powerful unseen hand nabs her as she walks behind a sign and plops her down in our environment, waiting perfectly for us to do some experimenting! 

Alright, I know I said no supernatural forces or magic or whatever, but I’m already out of ideas. We’ll leave the bondage to realistic stuff, but I never said that the way she got in the situation was limited to real stuff too!

Cool, now we have Katy all ready to go in our environment. Time is still paused, so she hasn’t noticed anything yet. She is frozen mid skip, from where she was approaching her car. We can’t work with her frozen in midair, so we unfreeze time.

Katy falls to the floor that exists in the environment. To her, she just teleported to a blank white room, endless in all directions. The floor doesn’t even look like anything. “Hello?” she calls out, already feeling panic well up inside of her.

A large floating panel appears in the air next to her. She jumps backwards, but once it’s there, it does nothing else. Katy looks closely and recognizes it from the painting apps she has on her laptop at home, where she designs new clothing. Katy is confused. Thoughts swirl in her mind. Is she somehow stuck in her own design software?

How wrong she is.

Katy looks closer at the panel. There’s a large color wheel at the top, just like her painting app. But the list of tools beneath it, she doesn’t see the normal ‘pencil’ or ‘spray paint’ tool that is on her app, she sees something that looks like a pile of rope, and then… are those chains? Katy is even more confused.

“Hello?!” she calls out yet again. Her voice travels forever in every direction, no echo coming back.

Alright friends, we’ve set the stage pretty well for SCIENCE! Isn’t it going to be great? I can barely hold my excitement! Ohhhh, what should we start with?

Well, I guess a good base layer for ‘as many layers as possible’ would be some good old fashioned rope. How can one talk about bondage without talking about rope? And since we are discussing ‘as many layers as possible’ I plan on bringing in pretty much every type of bondage there is.

Katy jumps as the panel changes. The coils of rope just began glowing blue, as if they had been ‘selected’ in the software. Katy peers at it closer, just as something appears in the air next to her. She screams and jumps back. A thick nylon rope is floating in midair. One end is a little bit frayed, but the other end just… disappears. Katy slowly approaches it and reaches out. As she touches it, it suddenly jumps to life. 

Pulling from an unknown place, the rope latches onto her wrist. She screams again and pulls away, trying to push the rope off. It quickly ties a tight knot and as her other hand tries to pull it away, it leaps to the other hand.

Before Katy realizes, her hands are getting tied together!

Katy yanks them apart while the rope is still loose and tries to shake the rope loose. This is a mistake. The rope has been waiting for her to move her arms behind her back, and as she shakes them, they go back just far enough for the rope to lash back together, tightening her wrists behind her.

Katy yelps as her wrists are pinned together, the rope arranging itself neatly in coils around her wrists. Katy staggers backwards and loses her balance, falling to the floor. She gasps as the rope whips up over her shoulders, pulling her hands with it. Before she realizes what is happening, the rope is tightening around her chest in two coils, one above her breasts and the other below. Her hands are pinned to the small of her back in a painfully tight reverse-prayer position. Katy gasps as her breasts are squeezed between the two coils, and then again as rope snaps between them, completing a tight pentagram tie directly over her chest. Katy twists her upper body, trying to dislodge the rope as her fingers scrabble against smooth rope. The rope continues down her body, making an elegant pattern across her midsection before snaking in between her legs. Katy gasps as a nice little crotchrope makes its way through her pants, tying itself into a massive knot right over the… well, right over the funny spot.

There, how’s that for an upper-body tie? I thought it was pretty good myself, not the greatest thing I’ve ever written but certainly not the worst. We got a nice reverse-prayer tie, followed up by some b-e-a-utiful chest bondage. Perfect for a pretty pumpkin like Katy.

Alright, it’s high-time for her legs to get a little love.

Katy tries to stand up, but she realizes that the rope is snaking its way toward her legs, which are still untied so far. She stands up to try to run away from the rope, to keep it from binding them together, but she has no such luck. After only two steps, the rope has lashed it’s way down to her knees, and then her ankles. Katy flies through the air with a cry of fear as she lands softly on the ground, miraculously unharmed. 

What can I say? I don’t want her to get hurt or anything. Just pretend there was a pillow or something.

The rope snakes its way around her legs, wrapping around her knees (above and below), her ankles, her calves, her thighs, everything. Katy struggles against the rope, but the more she struggles, the tighter the loops seem to grow. The loops grow by another factor of two, a tight frapped lashing of rope wrapped between each existing one. Now, she has rope around her ankles, three loops around her calves, two around her knees, and three around her thighs. So far, her feet have remained unbothered.

Hmm, what kind of shoes should she be wearing? Well, she was in the mall, so I’m going to say a pair of tennis shoes. Comfortable for walking. No, even better: a pair of those high-top Converse. I love those. I don’t know why, but I think Converse are one of the best types of shoes someone can wear, after heels. 

Anyways…

Katy is still struggling. The empty end of the rope, where it disappears, has been floating next to her for about 15 seconds, however long it took us to decide what kind of shoes she would be wearing. Don’t worry everyone, this is happening in real time, as you read this. Your imagination is working at the same speed as mine.

Now, we just took a bunch of time to decide what shoes she was wearing, and now we pull them off. An unseen hand, the same one that had picked her off the street unties her Converse (ooooo, converse…) and throws them off into the distance. They disappear into the same void that the rope comes from. She is wearing a pair of ankle socks that she has worn for the past two hours or so, walking around the mall.

You can imagine what two hours of non-stop walking will do to a pair of socks.

Katy struggles against the hands, but her socks are slowly tugged from her feet. One slides off unwillingly, then the other.

Time to fulfill the ‘with a thick gag’ part of the commission.

Both socks suddenly fly towards Katy’s face. She yelps, which is the worst thing she could have done. The socks enter her open mouth, making her splutter as she fights the invisible hands, holding them in place. If Katy had been able to notice, as occupied as she was with the socks, she might have noticed that a ‘tape’ symbol just began glowing blue on the panel a few steps away.

Actually, I changed my mind. The tape icon goes dark as a funny-looking ball icon begins glowing blue instead. Out of the same void the rope came from, a large mass of leather appears next to Katy. She has no idea what it is, since she is clueless on the subject of bondage. But for you, dear reader, I will tell you instead of trying to describe it from the point of view of someone who doesn’t know.

It’s a ball gag.

And not any ball gag, but a really really big one. It has a lot of straps too. And, hmm, should I include a blindfold?

Ahh, what the hell.

The red silicone ball inserts it into Katy’s mouth, pushing the socks even deeper in. The numerous leather straps begin snapping around her head, buckling down tightly. They form a perfect harness around her head. No matter how much shaking she tries, it will never come off. And, just for good measure, let’s throw some of those little shiny padlocks on every buckle. Now it’s really not coming off. The leather blindfold is just as tight as the rest of the gag. Somehow, it fits her head perfectly. The blindfold is molded to the contours of her face, blocking out almost all light.

“MMMPPPHHH!!!!” I’m going to be honest, I don’t know how much readers like reading gag-speak. Sometimes I try to make a lot of unique-looking “MMNNUUHHHH”s and “NNPGFHGHHFG”s, but I really don’t know if y’all like it. Why don’t y’all tell me in the comments if you like it or not (aka shamelessly trying to increase my viewer interaction rate. I feel no remorse.)

Katy flips around on the ground, trying to shake away the crushing tightness of the harness gag over her head. She moans into her gag, crying out for help. The only sounds that get out are panic-stricken “MMMPPHHH!!”s and “MMNNGGG!!!”s as she chokes on her own socks.

Since we have the tape tool selected, let’s continue with that! We need layers somehow, don’t we?

Right now, Katy is already hopelessly bound. The rope has no knots and the ends welded themselves together. Now, tape has joined the battle.

WAIT! We forgot about her feet! Normally I would scroll back up and edit it real quick, but since this is already a self-aware meta story, I can’t be bothered. Quickly switch back to rope… give her a nice frapped loop over her bare feet… decrease the rope thickness… do a quick toe-tie… switch back to tape… boom. Too easy.

Another quick thing. I think her clothing needs to go, too. There’s a pretty cool tool in our inventory called the scissor tool, which we can use to do some funny stuff. A pair of scissors appears in the air. It passes through the rope as it slowly cuts away Katy’s clothes, cutting through everything but leaving the rope untouched. Now, we must be very careful with scissors, they can get a mind of their own sometimes, so… Oh, too late. There go her clothes. All sliced up into neat little ribbons, leaving Katy on the floor wearing nothing. I was going to leave her undergarments on, but the scissors were just too kinky to handle. Better get less bratty ones next time.

Now, tape. I think her hands need some love. Her fingers are still scrabbling for a knot, and even though they don’t exist, I need to crush whatever hope she has that there might be.

Underneath the blindfold, Katy can’t see a thing. She doesn’t see the tape slowly approaching her until she is roughly slipped over by the invisible hands. She grunts as she is pushed into the ground and her fingers are slowly robbed of their movement. She hears the sound of tape coming loose from the roll, and she cries out into her gag, redoubling her struggling. Too bad an all-powerful relentless force is tying her up without mercy (that’s you too, dear reader). 

With her hands tightly swathed in tape, her fingers clenched into fists beneath the duct tape, she can’t do so much as press a key on a keyboard. Much less escape. To her horror, the tape begins to wrap itself around other parts of her body. Katy is picked up into the air by an unseen hand so that the tape can work easily. It spins around her body, turning into a blur, the sound of creaking tape filling the air. Katy’s body, starting at her neck, slowly becomes a mass of gray. As each roll of tape is used up, another appears in its place, joining onto the end as it flies to Katy’s body. Almost seven rolls of tape are used, layering over her arms, chest, neck, midsection, waist, thighs, legs, and then feet. The tape is vacuum-sealed to her body, every single coil of rope visible through the tape. Katy faintly struggles against the hand in the air, the tape crinkling. Only the skin beneath the ball gag harness is visible, none of her other skin can be seen. Let’s fix that.

The rest of the seventh roll of tape and half of an eighth are put into her face. Wrapping over the blindfold, over her gorgeous red hair, over the large red ball gag, over her ears, everything is covered except for a small gap where her nose is. When Katy is set back down onto the floor, all that can be heard is a soft gurgle as her socks are forced even deeper into her throat and the wheezing of air sucking in and out of her nose. She’s fine, she can breathe, I promise. It just might be a little more difficult now.

Alright, two layers down, ‘as many as possible’ to go. What’s another bondage staple?

A weird shiny icon begins glowing blue on the panel. Out from the same dimension of funny bondage things a large rubber mass appears. It is maybe a centimeter thick and very shiny, more like latex than rubber. To the accompaniment of much more struggling and muted cries, Katy is picked back up into the air. The latex mass molds itself into a bag and Katy is slowly slid inside. The end seals itself around her neck, leaving her trapped in a large latex bag. The sound of a vacuum rings through the endless space and the bag slowly begins to shrink. Katy can feel as it begins to crush around her body with an equal spread, a very unique feeling. Once the bag is sealed tight, every curve of her body and every curve of the rope on the bottom layer is visible. Except now, Katy is just a tight latex cocoon.

Another latex bag appears and slips down over her head. To protect her breathing, two small tubes appear, inserting themselves into her nose. Because of the awesome powers of imagination, the rubber hood molds itself around the tubes, creating another vacuum seal. The hood welds to the body sleeve, creating a perfect cocoon, with the exception of two small tubes poking out.

Wonderful! Three layers done, ‘as many as possible’ to go. When are we going to end? Not soon, that’s for sure. Katy is just going to have to endure her way through the ‘science!’ that she got stuck in.

Another good layer is leather! A strap icon highlights blue on the panel, and a dozen leather strap fly out of thin air. They snake around Katy’s unrecognizable body. One tightens around her neck, then after a moment of thinking, grows wider into a collar. I forgot about the collar! Good save, glad the leather belt has a mind of its own. Kinky-ahh strap, not gonna lie.

Other straps loop around different parts of Katy’s legs, her feet, and her midsection. Four particularly dirty-minded belts joined forces to make an intricate chest harness of leather. Believe it or not, Katy’s topography was still visible beneath all the latex and tape and rope. Very visible I might add, enough that the leather belt’s decision to make another chest harness was very welcoming to my silly brain (and, I hope, to yours too, since you’re watching the same scene as me). 

We’re cranking through these layers now! Katy is still struggling feebly, but more and more of her ability to move is being robbed. So, for the rest of these layers, I am going to have to let you imagine how she reacts. For me, her breathing just gets a little more labored each time and her horizontal movement gets a little tighter. Her moans and muffled cries become more and more distant, and her small spark of hope diminishes again and again.

Now, a little recap before we get going again, because once we go, it’s not gonna stop.

Katy has been tied with brilliant nylon rope, in a tight reverse-prayer position. She has a crotchrope, which is somehow rubbing back and forth over Katy’s fun-spot (this is why crotchropes are so risky to write about. You never know when it’ll get a mind of its own.)

After this is a tight layer of duct tape. Her hands are stuck in fists and the tape loops over her entire body, like a mummy.

Her gag consists of her own socks shoved in her mouth, then a massive red ball gag pushing them deeper, then tape over the top of that.

She is deafened by the latex hood. She is blinded by a molded blindfold and the same latex hood.

She can’t talk. She can’t see. She can’t hear. She can’t move, and she can barely think.

Wonderful! Now you’re all up to speed, so let's get cooking.

Next layer is a tailored two-piece leather sleeve. One slides over her legs, and one over her body. There are some laces on the backside which are cinched down by more unseen hands, making Katy groan as the leather corsets crush her body, robbing her of more movement. Another leather sleeve follows, this one an entire body bag with a built in posture collar. We tell the kinky little leather belt who made his own collar sorry as we take him off and slide Katy inside the sleepsack, using another padlock to hold the posture collar shut. The sleepsack is tightened with more laces on the back.

Next, let’s do some metal stuff. Have you ever seen a large pipe or air duct with a funny-looking metal band holding the pipe on the outlet? They’re called duct clamps and I urge you to look it up if you don’t know what I’m talking about.

A bunch of duct clamps appear out of thin air and wrap themselves over the sleepsack. They slowly screw down, tighter and tighter until Katy has redoubled her struggles in fear that she will be crushed into nothingness. Luckily for her, they stop tightening once you, the reader, think it appropriate.

Unfortunately, I am almost out of time my friends, so we must wrap (haha) this story up soon. I think one more layer is in order, so we Katy up and dip her in a large vat of superglue that we haven’t noticed until now. It’s been there this whole time, we just didn’t notice it. The glue hardens immediately, leaving Katy in a tight shell of glue, the only unglued things being the breathing tubes. Through the power of imagination, she doesn’t even smell the glue fumes! How wonderful! Katy stays nice and safe while we get yet another layer!

Now, I am going to let you end this story any way you want. I’ve been yelled at by a lot of people that leaving an ending ambiguous kinda sucks, so I’m going to include my own ending after this. If you want to imagine that she is left there forever, or that the hands aren’t done with her and want to add on some more ‘accessories’ to her bondage peril, then be my guest. Imagination is a wonderful thing, after all. I can only do so much.

But for those of you who want a less-evil ending, here you go.

The hands pick Katy up again, who by this point is so distraught that she doesn’t even realize she is floating. Time freezes again and we are transported back to the real world right where Katy left, but a few steps to the left. By a crazy coincidence (wow, such a coincidence), Katy was right next to a police station when she was abducted. Now, she appears in the center of the lobby. A dozen officers all notice her feeble struggling and set out to find a way to free her from the shell of glue, the broken duct clamps, the padlocked sleepsack, the padlocked leather sleeves, the seamless latex bodybag, the endless layers of tape, the knotless rope and the padlocked headgear. Wow, that’s a lot of layers!

Anyways, I hope you had fun on this journey. Maybe the story gets popular, maybe not. I put a lot of thought into this and I think it’s a pretty unique idea, so it would be nice to get a boost or something (another shameless attempt to goad y’all into supporting me. Again, I feel no remorse.)

I hope you all have a wonderful day! HeckYeaBaby out.