-I never seem to learn from my mistakes. Even the costly ones. After what happened with @lurvig you’d think I’d know better than to make some flippant comment about somebody’s rigging.  Wouldn’t you??-

The lights are dim, relatively speaking. They still seem bright to me when @Julanni removes the silky fabric bag off my head.

“Lizzy is quite right.  With a bondage rigger who knows what she's doing, a chair tie can be a thing of helpless beauty.”  Julanni’s voice is almost as familiar to me as her inflection. But not quite.  Each word is a carefully selected stone in the dungeon she builds around you.  Every phrase foreshadows her intended plans.  Sometimes to teach you. Sometimes to tease you. Sometimes to overwhelm you.  But always to satisfy her, as any Domme would.  Her motivation is never cruelty even when cruelty is an essential component of her method.

“Of course if you're simply sat down with your hands tied behind you it's not very exciting.  But add a tether from wrists to the rung between the back legs, and you're already improving it.”  This is of course the position she already had me in before removing the bag from my head. The tether she mentioned cinched my wrists tighter when I try to pull away from the chair.  I relax my shoulders and they sag down the back of the chair. The tether looses some tension.  The cinching loosens too.  I need to be quick.

“Tie the waist to the back of the chair, tie the hips down to the seat, pull the legs apart so the knees are beyond the outside corners of the seat and pull the ankles back and up off the floor, tethering them to the back legs and the back of the chair.”  Julanni’s nimble fingers execute each rigging technique with the same methodical pace she uses to explain them.   

Each added length of rope reduces my opportunity to slip my hands free. Pulled back against the chair with the waist rope, I’m forced to sit more upright, pulling the wrist tether tighter. Speeding my knees wide and pulling my feet up behind me prevents me from lifting up on my toes and sliding up the back rest.  I’m pulled down and locked into the frame of the chair now. I’ll find no more slack in the wrist ties. What I generated had better be enough.

“With your feet off the floor, your ability to scoot the chair across the floor is gone.  More ropes around your chest and shoulders can pin your body to the back of the chair, and then I'll tie your elbows together just to make you feel more helpless and exposed with the front of you open and on display.”

Julanni is showing off now.  And it’s seducing me.  Not that she needs to.  She already owns me as surely as she owns the ropes she’s using to bind me and the ring gag she secured in my mouth.  I wonder if the ropes respond to her touch and her attention with the same lust she generates in my from every accidental brush and each purposeful grope.   

“And I'll add some tethering from your wrist bindings up to your elbow rope and finally up to the shoulder harness I've tied, to ensure the impossibility of slipping your wrists out of those ropes, even if you had managed to loosen them while I tied everything else.”  Ha!  ‘Even if I had…’. She saw what I was doing all along. Her casual, almost whimsical monologue while she elevated the rigging from basic to severe was classic Julanni mental dominance.  She distracts you with something shiny and has you helpless before you realize it’s a mirage.  Am I ever going to NOT for it?

“You look really enticing like this, Tina.  I'm very tempted to spend a lot of time playing with your vulnerable body like this.”  Fuck I can’t resist a compliment from her.  I hang on each word she graces my ears with.  I squirm and I struggle but not for escape.  I know I’m too well tied to escape.  My efforts are for her amusement, as are my soft moans.

“But my work isn't done yet.  I'll attach a TENS unit to your tender bits to compel you to produce damsel in distress noises around your gag.”

Miss is truly in a mood.  She must have been more displeased than I realized from my derogatory comment about chair ties.  My eyes flash with alarm and spittle sprays through my ring gag as I whimper pitifully.  Julanni’s expression is one of total fulfillment. She is teaching me a lesson, testing my limits and satisfying her own impulses.

“When @KatyLigott investigates the sound and comes to rescue you, I will ambush her and tie her the same way to another chair next to you.”  The realization that I’m to be used more as bait than as the object of her pleasure SHOULD be a disappointing blow to my ego.  It isn’t though. In fact I’m beaming with pride to be useful. And also I know that Miss Julanni favors multiplying over dividing. Whomever this Katie is that Miss is using me to snag, her participation will surely enlarge the pie for all rather than take away my share.

I strain against the chair tie like a good little damsel to make Miss happy as she lovingly applies the hate pads of the Tens Unit to my soon to be in excruciating torment most sensitive regions.