I hope he doesn’t mind becaise i totally didn’t ask. I hope I don’t get myself punished for the indiscretion. But it I so, SOOOO worth it!! Tee Hee!

Y’All, I just really want you to check out this fucking hot perfection bondage art by @UnhealthyDinosaur . Youll totally thabk me once you Oick your jaw up off the floor. Swear to god!

There’s just too much great stuff going on here for me to get it all addressed so how about we just start with this, “@unhealthy dinosaur , you are the next great thing in bondage art.  It is a privilege to be alive in this time to experience your art.  You make me

Want to be a better bondage slut. And, yes, I know that I’m already a freakishly amazing bondage slut.  But I still bow down to your illustrated rigging on frogtied legs.”

No but seriously, he really is THAT good.

Compliments on your chosen style. It’s kind of an anime, cyber punk, fantasy mash up.  There’s probably a video game genre this is specifically in line with (Final fantasy maybe?). I don’t know because I’m not a gamer.  Regardless, it’s an exciting and versatile choice for bondage art!  You get to draw your characters with exotic and erotic, enhanced human features.  Laura Croft figures for every damsel and it’s no problem as all.  You also get to put them in bondage positions only a cartoon character could withstand. Pain tolerances can be unreal. Flexibility can be limitless.  Laws of physics are loose guidelines.  Crazy sci fi bkndage devices are readily available.  Magical and mystical (even demonic) restraints are fair game.  This genre is a wonderful sandbox where your lovely imagination is the only limiting factor.

While I’m praising your strategy, here are some more kudos.  Using two damsels to show both the front and the back of the rigging is fucking next level brilliant!  Everything is on display. The hips, the hair, the ass, the boobs.  And the ropework is too!  The cinched crossed wrists, the crotch rope, the shoulder yolk and the straps framing our damsels cleavage.  Everything is there in one concise image so that our only problem is not knowing where on the heavenly image to focus our attention. It’s ALL so delicious.  I just can’t stand it.

Now I’m going to do what I do and gush on the bondage.  My oh my, this is how I want to be tied up.  If I were stranded on a desert island and I could only be tied up one way for the rest of my life, it would be like this. Just……I want to scream!  Fuck. This is glorious!!  Glory to God this is the shit right here!   

The balance is exactly what you want.  The damsel has a lot of rope on her body.  But not TOO much. There are a few body parts that are on lock down. The important ones.  The ones that she needs to escape with. No. Not happening. But she’s not ridiculously cocooned either.  She can still writhe and thrash around a TON.  There’s even an element of peril with the upside down suspension.  And this element is where the genre matters so much.  Because she’s suspended by what in real life would have been an unbearably painful ordeal.  She’s hanging from the cinch rope of her thighs, which is only not slipping down because its so tight it would probably break her skin if she wasn’t an anime/super/fantasy video game character.  And also suspended by what looks like a tether on her upper knee loops. This is a sturdier point to anchor your inverted swinging bondage damsel, but still not a comfortable suspension harness or even some good broad straps to displace the pressure across more surface area.  Unrealistic as it is, this damsel is somehow relatively comfortable and able to relax and watch her partners ropes being applied in near identical fashion as her own.

There’s three parts of the rigging that I want to talk about, and I’m stopping myself there to keep this from raging out of control.  The first one, and the easiest to discuss, is the ball gag.  Not the panel gag with the ball insert on the kneeling damsel.  That one is fine but just not my style.  The red rubber ball gag does it for me. It is just fabulous.  It’s the exact right size so that it fills up her mouth and pins down her tongue without making her cheeks bulge and distorting her lovely face. It’s the right size so that her jaw is forced open a little and a healthy amount of the ball protrudes out of her mouth becaise it just won’t all fit inside.  She can’t open her mouth to let out a whimper not can she close down to release a snarl.  Her warm, wet little damsel mouth is controlled.  Not by her.  By a red ball of rubber.  (Chills).

Next it’s the box tie.  Y’All, I’m in love with box ties.  There ain’t nothing better.  And the three things that make a perfect box tie are on display written in tight rope font on her curvy form.  Number one, her upper arms are pinned and cinched together with loops that frame her tricep and keep her elbows pulled in toward her sides.  This position takes away all of the strength in her shoulders.  She still feels strong but she has no leverage so her powerlessness is confusing and demoralizing.  She’ll struggle hard to move her arms and not budge them an inch.  This saps a damsels hope like no other.  Number two is the cross crossing chest and shoulder harness ropes that intersect between her shoulders blades providing a solid anchor point to attach her wrists.  Again, the damsel can thrash a TON with her torso by her all important hands and staying put.  She’s fucked.  And third, her forearms are not merely bent at a right angel at the elbow but rather more like 70 degrees so that her arms bend up and her wrists cross, not at the height of a reverse prayer, which would limit struggling, but instead just high enough that the elbows follow up and in and stay tucked in close to her ribs.  At 90 degrees her wrists would actually be out closer to the opposing elbows and the rigging couldn’t be as secure becaise you’d have to bind each wrist to the opposing forearms separately.  It’s much better to connect a damsels appendages with tight ropes around a narrow joint line the ankle or the wrist.  That’s why the elbow bend angle matters so much.

And the third and final item in the Absolutley fucking fantastic use of the crotch rope to cinch the ankle loops and then continue on as the hogtie tether between the ankles and wrists.  You may think this long and critical piece of cordage is only attached to the back of the waist loop/belt.  But we know that’s not all that it is that’s to our view of the mirror image rigging of the kneeling damsel.  That’s not only a crotch rope, it’s a crotch rope that drills down bisecting her helpless vaginal lips, pulling in a wedgie of fabric with it.  It stays tight clenched between her amazing ass cheeks before wrapping around the waist loop and redirecting down to the ankles.  This is the ideal hogtie rig Y’All. If freaking makes a farm girl cry and also horny.  It deviously makes every tug of her bound ankles and every twist of her helpless arms pull that already oppressing crotch rope in even harder.  It’s not sliding up and down over her clit, proving her with a pleasant distraction. It’s smashing into her.  It’s owning her pussy like the gag owns her mouth.  She’s tied up in a neat little damsel  package and punished not just when she tries to escape but even just for adjusting her position and trying to make herself a little less uncomfortable.

Come on Y’All, is this not the top of

the mountain?!

So now what we have is a locked down damsel stressed out by her inverted suspension forced to watch helplessly as her friend is reduced, just as slowly and methodically as she was, from an individual person with choices and free will into an immobile object that can’t pick a wedgie out of her ass or even dictate whether she rotates to the right or the left as she spins ever so slowly suspended by her bondage.  She can think but she can’t express her thoughts.  She can strain but she can’t move.  She’ll endure becaise she doesn’t have a choice to do otherwise.  The bondage is almost absorbed into her as part of her physical body and also her identity.  She is nothing but property now and she’s fully dependent on her captor to provide for her and to make decisions for her.  It’s that way until he wants soemthing else from the little bondage slut. Anyway else that he freaking wants.

Y’all, for real, this is the dream for yours truly. Captured, my resistances overcome, helplessly toyed with, displayed, broken down and ultimately used by a more dominant force. Every possible meaningful actions I could take is suppressed before I can attempt it. My mind in constant state of distraction from the bombardment of sensory input. Having no choices and no notion as to when or even if anything about my condition will change.

Oh, this is the dream Y’All. Swear to God above.

So I want to now just give my huge big thanks to the Dino of Dominance, Inhealthy Dinosaur for giving the world, and this little Kentucky submissive, a visual depiction of the dream I’ve been dreaming each and every night since I was a teenager.

And so yourselves a super solid and go check this man’s gallery out!! Live Y’all!!

XOXOX