SHIPPED . . .

 

 

 

When she first had me lay down on the body-board with the Two-Dozen Straps perfectly placed to hold the Female Form Helpless, I never thought the purpose was for moving me into the bottom of a Crate for easier Transportation . . .

 

At times I get very frustrated when someone who Rents me, can't keep me bound helpless for shit. I get free way before they can even get their Spank On, which cuts my fun short. Two or three Spanks, even hard ones, is never enough for me to reach my next much-needed orgasm.

 

Well, this is one of those times I wish I wasn't tied completely helpless. The quality and strength of the wide straps around my wrists that are mounted to the body-board, were enough to make me helpless by themselves.

 

The wide straps at my forearms, elbows, biceps, waist, stomach, chest and neck are truly more aesthetic then anything else. Along with the wide straps around my ankles, calves, knees, thighs and upper thighs holding me firmly against the body-board.

 

None of the straps were so tight as to cut off any blood flow, but they held me solidly in place. If they decided to Operate on me without anesthetic, I couldn't stop them much less move and make any buzzers go off like that Kid's Game Operation.

 

As part of my Latex Bondage Slave Rental Business, the Renters know the Slaves are always solidly gagged under their hoods. It prevented any talking back, arguing, complaining or them trying to talk their way out of a Predicament or Punishment.

 

In this case, since their plan was to strap me helplessly inside a crate and ship me somewhere, they didn't have to worry about me making too much noise. The soundproofing inside and under the lid of the extra deep body sized crate added to the impossibility of anyone hearing me calling out for help.

 

I've been put into a truck and taken away to be tortured. I've been kidnapped while tied to a chair, tossed into a van, and tipped off the end of a pier into a river at night. These extreme experiences continue to grow in intensity and even how often they happen.

 

Just have never been on the receiving end of something so well planned, designed and executed. No amount of luck like the straps coming off the body-board or the board breaking like the old chair did, or someone's drunken Uncle stumbling in is going to save me.

 

As the complete and utter helplessness of my Tight Latex and Leather Strap covered Predicament sinks in . . . my Extreme Level of Fear Grows . . . a reminder of Today's earlier decision arrives right on time . . .

 

{BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!} . . . 'My Egg' reaches it's delay time and kicks in on a pretty High level of Vibration! You would think after setting it on [MAX-Power] and [MAX-Random] so many times I'd not get caught off guard by how it starts . . .

 

My hands go into tight fists while I point my toes like a Latex Covered Ballerina as the random vibrations from deep inside earn my full attention! The muffled sounds of pleasure escaping my tight gag and latex hood bounce around inside the crate loudly . . .

 

Neither my screams nor myself will be escaping this crate until, or if, my Captors even decide for it to happen . . . the first of the screws are being put into the lid to keep it securely closed . . . my orgasmic pleasures reach a new level I've never before experienced!

 

The inevitable is actually happening . . . it's finally happening . . .

 

WHITE . . .

 

 

 

When one of my Customers chooses Latex White for the Color of their Latex Bondage Slave Rental, I always giggle a little. White being the long-standing symbols of Innocence, of Virgins, the complete opposite of the BDSM World I love and thrive in.

 

I stand here naked, slowly covering every inch of my body in my favorite, Liquid Silk lubricant before sliding snuggly into Latex White. Not wearing this color in some time, I know and look forward to it being that much tighter as it hugs my every curve and crevice . . . I Love My Job!!!

 

It's pays all my bills nicely . . . nicely enough to put extra away for my future. In addition, it feeds my urges for helpless bondage and punishments on a daily basis. Don't tell my Customers, but I'd pay them in a second to do these things to me, vs. them paying me.

 

The unknown part is what really gets my motor running. There are no pre-determined, talked about, or agreed upon scenarios with my Customers. For me, it's the unknown that gives me the most intense of butterflies in my stomach.

 

I'm given a Color, a Time and a Place. They do have to decide how long they want to Rent me for upfront, so I can Pre-charge the right amount and try to plan out my day . . .

 

Then, Surprise! Once I'm helpless they often seem to go over the Time they paid for. It's not like I can stop them. Honestly, when that happens, the thought of them keeping me helpless forever always enters my mind and pussy, which leads to my most intense of orgasms!

 

Today was a very unique and odd Double Header. Two Rentals, several hours apart, with both requesting Latex White. Not having to run back home to switch out Colors will be a welcome change.

 

With the Renters getting the choice of Color, sometimes I'll add an accessory for fun . . . for me. I have a pair of white platform wedge boots that make me around eight inches taller. Normally something you'd see a Mistress wear, not a Submissive, so it's an interesting contrast.

 

Often, the person who's about to put me into Bondage will get a kick out of these little tweaks I do to my outfit . . . not so much Today . . . he was not at all pleased with my choice!

 

How was I to know? I mean, he ordered me over the phone . . . you can't tell someone is like 5'2" by only their voice? He was visibly pissed off as he put the piece of white Duct Tape over my eyeholes before strapping me to the well built "X" Frame.

 

Please be aware, there's nothing wrong with people being different heights. Just when there's such a difference in height, the taller person doesn't where heals, much less eight-inch platforms. Had he taken me to a Party on a leash, I'd stay on my knees or crawling the whole time, out of respect for a Master.

 

Normally, I do like to still be able to see what's about to happen and what's going on. This time it was for the best. I could hear him moving the step stool to each side of me to get my wrists tightly strapped in. The mental visual of this did give me silent internal giggles.

 

As well as I felt I was keeping my laughing to myself, he knew what I was thinking, and I would be getting punished badly for it!