I love the messy bangs and glasses. This damsel is really working the “nerdy-hot” look. Or maybe it’s the “hot-nerd.” Don’t know. I’ll leave that to the minstrels to decide…lol

I want to direct your attention to the boxtie. And more specifically, to the arm positioning of the boxtie.

The way that her hands are tucked up and folded over each other and flailing around is a thing of pure bondage awesomeness. Her arms are completely immobilized by the placement of two simple rope loops exactly where they need to go to take away her range of motion. She cannot move her arms off her sides which means she cannot engage her deltoids to struggle to pull her hands out of the ropes binding them. Pretty much the only thing she has is her triceps to push her hands down and try to “brute force” her way out of the ropes.

Here’s an anatomy lesson. When your arm is bent/flexed, you “push” it open using the tricep. A fully flexed arm does not grant much leverage to the tricep. As your arm extends, the muscle Gains more leverage and hence can push harder.

This is key in this rigging because by positioning the damsels bound hands up high, close to a reverse prayer, that has her arms flexed nearly all the way which has reduced her tricep strength to almost nothing.

Personally, I freaking LOVE it when I’m overpowered by using my anatomy against me more than with tons and tons of ropes and straps. Getting mummified in tape or rope is great and everything. But when I’ve been rendered helpless by minimal ropes, and when I know I have a lot more strength inside me that I just can’t tap into, that has a cool way of frustrating me into a deeper state of submissiveness. My struggles are more frantic. My emotions are elevated.

If I were ever actually abducted and forced into life as a bondage slave, the best way to smash theough my mental defenses would be to use this style of bondage on me. At first. And as it set in how litte effort it took for you to make me heoless and rob me of my physical capabilities, I’d become more pliable and docile. And then piling on layers and layers of bondage to keep me stored when not in use would be the way to go.