Hey Y’all.  It’s time for another Awesome Bondage Report!!  This is number three in the series.  I hope you enjoy reading about me “geeking-out” over some truly awesome bondage!

This installment comes from a sweet little bondage drawling from @tightenuptherope .  And I want to caution you, don’t make the mistake of discounting this image.  It totally LOOKS like a pretty basic tie.  Sure, the brown-haired damsel (Kara) is cute and naked and appears to be in a distressed state of mind, but there isn’t any VISIBLE peril.  The restraints aren’t extensive.  Heck, her legs and feet aren’t restrained in any way, shape or form.  From a quick glance, a lot of folks (me included) would probably make the grave error of overlooking the care taken in the selection of bold and contrasting colors and the deft use of shadows that add depth and dimension (hallmarks of a purposeful and talented artist!) and scroll right on by, writing this off as another pretty but relatively tame image of a not-so-distressed bound damsel who should be able to wiggle loose of her bonds with just a little bit of effort.  Silly, lazy damsel!  

But like I said, that would be an error.  Actually, a GRAVE error.  You’d be missing out on an incredibly nuanced story told by layer upon layer of small but CRITICAL details.  Furthermore, that’s not a lazy damsel at all.  As I’ll describe momentarily, she’s much more effectively restrained than it appears.  Perhaps tied by a true master rigger!  And there is plenty of evidence that she actually worked her submissive little ass for hours and hours before the moment that is captured (see what I did right there?  Lol!) in this image.  

OK.  On to the actual AWESOME BONDAGE REPORT, INSTALLMENT THREE……….

First, I want to talk about the bondage.  Her wrists are tied, palm to palm, tightly, above her head.  Now, ANY time I see an image of bondage where the damsel’s hands are in front of her or above her head, I pay a little extra attention to see if she is ACTUALLY helpless.  Because, let’s face it, with hands in front, you have a lot of options to escape.  Plus, you can actually see the knots, which is a HUGE advantage.  To be honest, the only reason I paid much attention to this image at first was that I noticed Kara had 100% access to her bound wrists and I wanted to figure out just how easily I’d be able to escape.  But after a pretty thorough examination, I don’t think I could escape!  No, seriously!

Here comes the brilliant interplay of the bondage details from a truly dastardly rigger.  First, Kara’s hands are taped up tightly.  Her fingers are wrapped up and useless.  I’d say from the puffy, mitten-like shape of her hands that the tape is layered on THICK.  Also, importantly, the tape extends down under the wrist ropes.  This means there won’t be any opportunity for Kara to dig between her skin and the tape to try to pull it away.  Nope.  Kara is going to have to figure a way out without her dainty little damsel digits.  

OK, no for the elephant in the room.  Kara’s legs aren’t restrained.  She isn’t tied down.  She can get up on her knees and work on the ropes with….well….she actually doesn’t have any options.  That’s because her teeth have been taken out of the game too by that wonderful mouth-filling ball gag.  And here’s the “interplay” I mentioned.  She can reach around to the buckle on her ball gag strap, but she can’t open it, because her fingers are taped up tight.  Dang it.  Imagine poor Kara’s frustration!  Her kidnapper left her tied up on a floor mat (which was nice of them) all alone and unchaperoned.  All she has to do to make a break for the great big sliding glass doors that are out of frame to our left is pull some tape off her fingers.  But she can’t.  Or take a gag out of her mouth.  But she can’t do that.  Picture her rubbing her taped hands all over trying to find some corner or sharp surface of ANYTHING she could use to catch a little bit of the tape so she could rip it or slip it or otherwise pull it away.  But she can’t!  There’s nothing in the room that she can reach.  She had no clothes.  She has no jewelry.  Fuck!  This is ridiculous.  Kara is staring right at a simple knotted rope, and she can’t do a dang thing to untie it.  It’s right freaking there!  

How humiliating is this, do you think?  How totally demoralized is poor Kara to be able to see her escape route, unguarded, maybe 10 or 15 feet away, and she just needs to untie a knot.  Wow!  That’ll fuck with a damsel in distress’ head big time, I shit you not!

Here are a couple of other important details about the rigging (and like I said, there isn’t really THAT much rigging).  So, we have a crotch rope and a body harness, neither of which appear to have anything to do with restraining Kara.  Was the rigger just showing off?  Was this purely aesthetics?  Nope.  Not to say these items don’t enhance the look.  They totally do!  But they do much more than that.

First for the body harness.  This one is just there to annoy Kara and add a little discomfort.  See how the rope contours tightly under each breast?  The rigger didn’t leave any slack.  Each time Kara moves, there’s going to be a bit of abrasion.  A little irritation.  It’s the sort of thing that distracts you.  It keeps you from focusing on a task.  It prevents you from ever calming down completely or finding a comfortable position in which to rest.  And as with “the knot” you can reach but you can’t untie, there isn’t anything you can do about it.  It’s a constant message to Kara that, “you are helpless.”  Subtle, but potent.

Now for the crotch rope.  To say there’s on slack is a terrific understatement.  That rope is TIGHT around her waist.  What’s more, see the triangle formed by the plunging of the rope loop that anchors the crotch rope?  That sucker dips way down below Kara’s belly button.  It is pulled down taught!  And now, there isn’t a delicate way to say this, so I’ll just say it.  The crotch rope is all the freaking way up inside that poor bitch.  I’m panting.  For real Y’all.  That’s freaking deep in there and I’m imagining how it would feel and it’s a powerful feeling.  Dang!   Every time Kara shifts or struggles during her futile efforts to find a solution for the freaking knot that is reducing her from a human to an object, that coarse length of cord rubs in between her smooth, sensitive skin.  It tantalizes her clit, already embarrassingly aroused by the intensity of her abduction.  It burns against her asshole, unfamiliar with this sort of attention (Kara is a “vanilla” kind of girl, I believe).  It burrows in, tighter and tighter, compelling Kara to be still and accept her captivity while her learned drive for freedom forces her to ignore her natural submissive instincts.  She struggles on, inflicting ever more intense discomfort on herself.

And here’s where I’m going to “show off.”  You thought I’d drilled down into the design of this bondage scene?  LOL.  I was just getting started!  Here is where the rigger made a brilliant engineering choice with his ropes.  The wrist tether length and placement is just about perfect to place poor Kara in a grueling, nearly torturous predicament.  Check it out.  The rope is tied off to some anchor on the wall something like 3 feet off the ground.  We can’t see it, so that’s an approximation.  What sucks for Kara is that is just high enough that she can’t lay flat on the inviting floor mat.  She has to slide herself all the way against the wall and even prop her head up uncomfortably, and even THEN, her shoulders are suspended an inch or so off the floor.  Her arms aren’t quite long enough to lay flat.  Again with the cruel frustration!  Your captor is evil and everything, but at least he left you a thin mat to lay on all night.  Except, you can’t actually find much comfort in it because of the “just-too-short” tether forcing you to crane your neck to get closer to the wall and even then you can’t lay flat.  This results in Kara never being able to find the peace of a sound sleep.  Also, when fatigue forces her to finally dose off, her body adjusts positions, causing the harness and crotch ropes to cut into her more.  She wakes up repeatedly, sometimes resorting to more failed attempts to escape, only to give up and collapse back on the mat.  All night, she struggles, and suffers, and feels the agony release being so close.  But she can’t reach it.  She’s being dominated by a little tape, and a buckle, and a knot.  Kara feels hopelessness and anguish and despair.  And also fear of what her captor plans to do when they return.

And to wrap up, I just want to talk about the moment that is depicted in the drawling.  Kara is waking up.  The sun is rising to the east and its light is pouring in through the large glass sliding doors that Kara would have given anything to have been able to reach.  She slides one leg up, stretching and trying to work out soreness from a difficult night on a hard wood floor.  She opens her eyes slowly in narrow slits.  She is not anxious to return to the world of the light because that is her world of captivity.  She is thirsty based on the extreme amounts of drool that have escaped around her ball gag.  Taken in totality, Kara is about as miserable as she can be WITHOUT some kind of direct torment being inflicted.  And that’s started to gnaw on Kara.  She isn’t in a dungeon.  She’s not cocooned and buried or locked away in some claustrophobic crate or cage.  She’s really not all THAT tied up.  But she feels small and weak and uncomfortable.  And she longs for relief.  And she didn’t actually expect to wake up alone like this.  And now she’s wondering where her captor is.  In fact, she’s not just WONDERING.  She’s actually longing for them to return.  Because all of the subtle torments she is enduring have been brilliantly cobbled together to combine into just the right amount of pressure in just the right places to drive Kara into a state of true submission.  She’s ready now.  Whatever her captor has for her, she more than wants it.  She needs it.  

I love contemplating this situation.  I truly do.  And I’m simply infatuated with the Dom that captured Kara.  They are do freaking patient.  They devised such a genius and simple situation that is defeating Kara’s resistance passively.  Minute by minute, one failed effort after another, one painful abrasion after the next, Kara is being broken down by her own movements, her doubts, her imagination and her suppressed desires.

I hope you all enjoyed my review of this rigging and the liberties I took with interpreting it.  I may have gone off on a bit of a tangent.  Y’all know how I am.  LOL.  Love you!  XOXOX