Monday - sleepsack bondage
Sunday was spent doing vanilla stuff, and then on Monday, Arecee put my in the sleepsack. A lot. First for the afternoon, and then all night.
Actually, I did some repair work around the house in the morning, and it was done sooner than expected. Arecee was laying on the sofa, and I went to her to let her know I'd finished early. She was glad, and instructed me to strip and kneel in footstool position for her. She put the red ball gag in my mouth, which now seems to be standard for when she has me serve as her footstool.
She watched another episode of La Femme Nikita from rented DVDs, while I tried to hold still, watching drool drip down onto a towel. I wondered if it would soak through, as this was a smaller hand towel that was only folded in half, rather than a normal towel. But it didn't seem to be an issue.
Of course, shaking was an issue. She doesn't say anything at the time, but we recently talked about it, and indeed she can feel my shaking as the muscles in my shoulders and upper arms shake a little. It really is uncontrollable, and she seems pretty understanding. Maybe my arms will strengthen up... I think I'm doing a little better recently, but those just aren't muscles I use ordinarily in my daily life. But she's not so understanding about any attempt to move my legs or reposition slightly. Sometimes she moves and repositions her legs, and I can make a tiny little adjustment in those moments. But if I try to move my legs or arms even a little any other time, she instantly notices and says something about how her footstool isn't so good. Only once that time. Hopefully next time I'll do better. This was longer, probably 45 minutes, or however long one of those episodes is on the DVD (no commercials).
At one point during the show, the spy agency Nikita works for had captured this terrorist mastermind. Arecee lifted her legs slightly, though still kept them on my back, and told me to turn and look at the screen. The guy was in major bondage, with a big collar around his neck. Couldn't really see to well... she didn't let me get up, but got a little view. Maybe someone writing or producing the show is kinky?
Of course, I could listen and hear the rest of the show, keeping my head down, facing the floor and towel, watching more and more drool slowly and uncontrollably fall.
When it was over, she instructed me to get up. She remove the gag and led me to the bedroom, and we got into bed together. I was cold. The house had been a little chilly. She'd been laying on the sofa, legs on my back, while I'd been on hands and knees, completely naked, well, except for the gag in my mouth.
She said she knew a way to warm eme up, and it turned out she put me in the sleepsack! It's always a little surprising how confining the sleepsack feels. You'd think I'd be used to it, but every time she zips it up I get a little quiver as it encases me, as the thick rubber stretches and binds me so very tightly. My arms are already in the internal sleeves before laying flat on the bed and shoving my feet into the small foot pouch on the bottom (which is really a very nice, loose comfortable size for only 1 foot, but very very tight with both feet crammed in). It feels so nice, squeezing softly all around, but at the same time, the confinement is so very intense.
She put the padded buckle-in-front gag on my face, and gave me the cloth blindfold. Then she put a blanket over most of the sleepsack. Normally just the thick rubber material keeps me at a pretty good temperature, so covering me even partially with a blanket normally makes me very hot... and I get really wet from sweating inside the water and air tight sack. She also put my leather collar on over the rubber collar of the sleepsack, so it would be skin tight. Normally that rubber collar on the sleepsack lets a little air in if I breath heavy and flex my chest, and she probably wanted me to get hot. She lay next for me for a little while, but then got up and just before leaving the bedroom, she put earplugs in my ears.
So I lay there. Time went by very slowly, of course, though now days later it doesn't seem so bad. I did warm a little, but I was really pretty cold and it wasn't nearly as much as I though.
She came back after a while, who knows how long, to check on me. She asked if I was hot, but in fact I was still a little chilled. This was one of those yes/no/undecipherable mumble past the gag type communications. She stretched the blanket out to more fully cover me.
Again, more time laying there alone. That gag isn't so bad... the mouthpiece is pretty small... and I'd been bored and was fiddling with it. Several sessions fiddling, wiggling it around, pushing it most of the way out of my mouth, but being careful not to go all the way, since the gag will slip down my face and get stuck just above my neck. With my body stuck in the sack and arms bound tightly in place by the rubber pockets inside it, there's no way to recover from the gag slipping down.
Suddenly, I felt her pressing hard on the gag. Oh shit! I had no idea she was there in the room, and she caught my fiddling with the gag's mouthpiece. She pulled the strap on the buckle extremely tight! So tight it was force my jaw back painfully. Of course, there was nothing I could say, it was so very tight, and I was utterly helpless bound in the sleep sack.
Fortunately, she stayed with me and after a few minutes took the gag off me to talk. I still wasn't really warm, and she then tossed lots of blankets over me. Again she left me alone there, and this time I really started to heat up. At first it was really nice... I'd been cold and unable to get warm. But after a while, nice a cozy warm turned into overheating, getting hot and sweaty inside the rubber enclosure, feeling wetness all over, and not being able to do a damn thing about it. As the sweating and wetness begin, the rubber actually loosens its tight grip on my skin, and in most places I can slide a little inside. Still can't move much, but the rubber-sticking-to-skin effect goes away, but soon that little bit of relief turns into unbearable heat. Wet, sweaty heat.
But it wasn't look long until Arecee came back in for me, and she released me. Getting out of the sleepsack is also always interesting. Even unzipped, I still can't get free until the peels the upper part off each of my shoulders. Then I can pull my arms out of the sleeves, and get my feet free of the foot pocket. Of course, I was dripping wet and ran into the bathroom to grab a towel to dry myself off before dripping too much all over the carpet. Also wiped the sleepsack down a bit and tossed it on the floor.
By this time, it was 3:30 pm. I'm not sure when she put me in, but it was somewhere after 10 am but not yet 11 when the footstool service began. So maybe I was in 3, maybe 3 and a half hours?
Well, I showered and we went out for dinner, which took most the rest of the evening.
When we got home, she decided to put me back into the sleepsack for the night! This time, she put the head harness gag on me. No padlocks, since my arms were to be bound tightly inside the sleepsack sleeves. I was quite glad for that, as I really didn't want to be laying with those little locks on the back and sides of my head all night. That head harness has a snap-on blindfold, and I believe this is the first time it's ever been used. Turns out, it's cut a little too low in the middle and presses on my nose quite a bit. She unsnapped two of the snaps close to my nose, but the other snaps (6 I believe) held it tightly in place. This is quite a bit different from the normal cloth blindfold, which is just an elastic strap around the back of my head, which I can shake off if I wiggle.
The sleepsack was still wet in places! Ar was amused by this, making me go into it still wet from the last use. I was a little cold and icky for a moment, but not a big deal after a few minutes.
Well, it wasn't long until I was laying there, bound so tightly by the rubber all over, with the gag bit in my mouth... much larger than the nice one on the padded gag, and held very firmly in place by the strong harness with the big collar and straps all around my head, and of course the blindfold covering my view of the room, also held vert firmly in place.
Actually, that blindfold allows a little light in, near my cheeks, but after she turned off all the lights in the room, it was dark enough I couldn't see any light at all.
That head harness is severe. Well, it doesn't hurt me, but it's intense. And the sleepsack is intense. And this time, she put me on the bed, right next to her. I'd imagined she'd bring the massage table in to the bedroom and set me on it next to the bed, but instead she had me lay right on the bed (which also was a little awkward this time, since I was blindfolded before laying down, so she had to guide me down moreso that usual).
It was intense. Did I mention that? Time dragged on very slowly. I kept feeling that large bit in my mouth, wishing it was more like the easier on from the gag earlier. But I had to just live with this one. I was probably in "mild distress", able to take it, but just barely. Sure, it's easy at first, but over hours and hours, it gradually gets more and more intense, the inability to move, the harness holding my head so tightly, binding that big bit right in the middle of my mouth, and this time unable to see anything and utterly unable to shake off the blindfold.
Arecee can sense when I'm in distress, and she wasn't sleeping so well. I heard her stirring, tossing and turning. I was worried for her. Sure, she'd survive, but not getting a good night rest is really disrupting to her. Eventually, she stirred a little and was probably half awake, turned over and felt me, and maybe said just a little something. Maybe it was just a little sigh?
I tried to ask if she was really ok. With some gags, she can sort of understand what I'm trying to say. But not this one. Not at all. The bit is large in my mouth, and the harness has strong leather completely covering the lower half of my face (and lots of straps going up and all around to keep it really tight on my head). So any partial words that aren't ruined by the large rubber piece in my mouth get utterly muffled by the leather panel over my face.
Fortunately, the mouth bit is easily removable by just unbuckling two buckles. She pulled it out of my mouth, and we talked for a moment. I was worried she wasn't getting any sleep. I hadn't slept at all since the beginning, but that wasn't a big deal. I could always catch up later. But she can't.
She wasn't as concerned, and said she was ok. She didn't put the bit back in my mouth, which was quite a relief, both from a not-filled-mouth point of view, and my face relaxing more and the harness not being quite as tight now that I could close my mouth and relax my jaw. So I wasn't in as much distress.
She seemed to sleep much, much better from that point on. I was so glad to hear her breathing more calmly, smoothly, over and over. I could tell she was sleeping soundly now. Sometimes I drift off in the sleepsack, but this time it seemed more intense, probably due to the hard harness. I lay there, listening to her breath, over and over, hour after hour. It's was a long time. Sometimes I'd forget I was blindfolded, only to open my eyes to utter darkness, feeling my eyelashes brush against the leather surface. Such an interesting feeling. Then again, almost anything is interesting when you're laying there with nothing to do, unable to see, nothing to do.
Well, I did have something to do... and that was to try and hold still. And oh how I needed to move. The sleepsack holds me in the same exact position all night, and I wanted to move and stretch so badly. But even just a little wiggling disturbs her, makes her stir, and any more than the tiniest bit wakes her up. She'd already had about half the night stirring before taking the gag out, and I really, really wanted her to get some rest and not be feeling crappy all day. Toward the end, I was doing some of the flex muscles a bit, keeping the same position, just trying to straighten or relax only a little. Even that is risky, and over and over I tried to concentrate on listening to her breathe, in and out, slowly and peacefully... like trying to hold still in calm water so as not to disturb it. More than anything, I wanted her to rest well at least this second half of the night.
Eventually, is was getting to be early morning, and I flinched my face bit at one point and noticed a little early morning light coming in past my right cheek under the edge of the blindfold. It was only minutes, maybe half an hour max, until the alarm went off, and she reached over and unzipped the sleepsack and pulled the rubber off my shoulders to release me.
Oh I was so glad to be out. Quick trip for a towel to dry off, and a run to the kitchen for a bottle of water. I forced myself to drink it all, knowing I'd sweated quite a lot. I was fast asleep before she even got up!
So, Monday, bondage much of the day and all night long. Didn't play Tuesday, Wednesday was the munch, and tonight is RCDC. She said she's going to lock me up tonight.... so at least for the moment, I'm finally caught up on LJ entries! Will probably have another all-night bondage session to write of tomorrow morning....
Actually, I did some repair work around the house in the morning, and it was done sooner than expected. Arecee was laying on the sofa, and I went to her to let her know I'd finished early. She was glad, and instructed me to strip and kneel in footstool position for her. She put the red ball gag in my mouth, which now seems to be standard for when she has me serve as her footstool.
She watched another episode of La Femme Nikita from rented DVDs, while I tried to hold still, watching drool drip down onto a towel. I wondered if it would soak through, as this was a smaller hand towel that was only folded in half, rather than a normal towel. But it didn't seem to be an issue.
Of course, shaking was an issue. She doesn't say anything at the time, but we recently talked about it, and indeed she can feel my shaking as the muscles in my shoulders and upper arms shake a little. It really is uncontrollable, and she seems pretty understanding. Maybe my arms will strengthen up... I think I'm doing a little better recently, but those just aren't muscles I use ordinarily in my daily life. But she's not so understanding about any attempt to move my legs or reposition slightly. Sometimes she moves and repositions her legs, and I can make a tiny little adjustment in those moments. But if I try to move my legs or arms even a little any other time, she instantly notices and says something about how her footstool isn't so good. Only once that time. Hopefully next time I'll do better. This was longer, probably 45 minutes, or however long one of those episodes is on the DVD (no commercials).
At one point during the show, the spy agency Nikita works for had captured this terrorist mastermind. Arecee lifted her legs slightly, though still kept them on my back, and told me to turn and look at the screen. The guy was in major bondage, with a big collar around his neck. Couldn't really see to well... she didn't let me get up, but got a little view. Maybe someone writing or producing the show is kinky?
Of course, I could listen and hear the rest of the show, keeping my head down, facing the floor and towel, watching more and more drool slowly and uncontrollably fall.
When it was over, she instructed me to get up. She remove the gag and led me to the bedroom, and we got into bed together. I was cold. The house had been a little chilly. She'd been laying on the sofa, legs on my back, while I'd been on hands and knees, completely naked, well, except for the gag in my mouth.
She said she knew a way to warm eme up, and it turned out she put me in the sleepsack! It's always a little surprising how confining the sleepsack feels. You'd think I'd be used to it, but every time she zips it up I get a little quiver as it encases me, as the thick rubber stretches and binds me so very tightly. My arms are already in the internal sleeves before laying flat on the bed and shoving my feet into the small foot pouch on the bottom (which is really a very nice, loose comfortable size for only 1 foot, but very very tight with both feet crammed in). It feels so nice, squeezing softly all around, but at the same time, the confinement is so very intense.
She put the padded buckle-in-front gag on my face, and gave me the cloth blindfold. Then she put a blanket over most of the sleepsack. Normally just the thick rubber material keeps me at a pretty good temperature, so covering me even partially with a blanket normally makes me very hot... and I get really wet from sweating inside the water and air tight sack. She also put my leather collar on over the rubber collar of the sleepsack, so it would be skin tight. Normally that rubber collar on the sleepsack lets a little air in if I breath heavy and flex my chest, and she probably wanted me to get hot. She lay next for me for a little while, but then got up and just before leaving the bedroom, she put earplugs in my ears.
So I lay there. Time went by very slowly, of course, though now days later it doesn't seem so bad. I did warm a little, but I was really pretty cold and it wasn't nearly as much as I though.
She came back after a while, who knows how long, to check on me. She asked if I was hot, but in fact I was still a little chilled. This was one of those yes/no/undecipherable mumble past the gag type communications. She stretched the blanket out to more fully cover me.
Again, more time laying there alone. That gag isn't so bad... the mouthpiece is pretty small... and I'd been bored and was fiddling with it. Several sessions fiddling, wiggling it around, pushing it most of the way out of my mouth, but being careful not to go all the way, since the gag will slip down my face and get stuck just above my neck. With my body stuck in the sack and arms bound tightly in place by the rubber pockets inside it, there's no way to recover from the gag slipping down.
Suddenly, I felt her pressing hard on the gag. Oh shit! I had no idea she was there in the room, and she caught my fiddling with the gag's mouthpiece. She pulled the strap on the buckle extremely tight! So tight it was force my jaw back painfully. Of course, there was nothing I could say, it was so very tight, and I was utterly helpless bound in the sleep sack.
Fortunately, she stayed with me and after a few minutes took the gag off me to talk. I still wasn't really warm, and she then tossed lots of blankets over me. Again she left me alone there, and this time I really started to heat up. At first it was really nice... I'd been cold and unable to get warm. But after a while, nice a cozy warm turned into overheating, getting hot and sweaty inside the rubber enclosure, feeling wetness all over, and not being able to do a damn thing about it. As the sweating and wetness begin, the rubber actually loosens its tight grip on my skin, and in most places I can slide a little inside. Still can't move much, but the rubber-sticking-to-skin effect goes away, but soon that little bit of relief turns into unbearable heat. Wet, sweaty heat.
But it wasn't look long until Arecee came back in for me, and she released me. Getting out of the sleepsack is also always interesting. Even unzipped, I still can't get free until the peels the upper part off each of my shoulders. Then I can pull my arms out of the sleeves, and get my feet free of the foot pocket. Of course, I was dripping wet and ran into the bathroom to grab a towel to dry myself off before dripping too much all over the carpet. Also wiped the sleepsack down a bit and tossed it on the floor.
By this time, it was 3:30 pm. I'm not sure when she put me in, but it was somewhere after 10 am but not yet 11 when the footstool service began. So maybe I was in 3, maybe 3 and a half hours?
Well, I showered and we went out for dinner, which took most the rest of the evening.
When we got home, she decided to put me back into the sleepsack for the night! This time, she put the head harness gag on me. No padlocks, since my arms were to be bound tightly inside the sleepsack sleeves. I was quite glad for that, as I really didn't want to be laying with those little locks on the back and sides of my head all night. That head harness has a snap-on blindfold, and I believe this is the first time it's ever been used. Turns out, it's cut a little too low in the middle and presses on my nose quite a bit. She unsnapped two of the snaps close to my nose, but the other snaps (6 I believe) held it tightly in place. This is quite a bit different from the normal cloth blindfold, which is just an elastic strap around the back of my head, which I can shake off if I wiggle.
The sleepsack was still wet in places! Ar was amused by this, making me go into it still wet from the last use. I was a little cold and icky for a moment, but not a big deal after a few minutes.
Well, it wasn't long until I was laying there, bound so tightly by the rubber all over, with the gag bit in my mouth... much larger than the nice one on the padded gag, and held very firmly in place by the strong harness with the big collar and straps all around my head, and of course the blindfold covering my view of the room, also held vert firmly in place.
Actually, that blindfold allows a little light in, near my cheeks, but after she turned off all the lights in the room, it was dark enough I couldn't see any light at all.
That head harness is severe. Well, it doesn't hurt me, but it's intense. And the sleepsack is intense. And this time, she put me on the bed, right next to her. I'd imagined she'd bring the massage table in to the bedroom and set me on it next to the bed, but instead she had me lay right on the bed (which also was a little awkward this time, since I was blindfolded before laying down, so she had to guide me down moreso that usual).
It was intense. Did I mention that? Time dragged on very slowly. I kept feeling that large bit in my mouth, wishing it was more like the easier on from the gag earlier. But I had to just live with this one. I was probably in "mild distress", able to take it, but just barely. Sure, it's easy at first, but over hours and hours, it gradually gets more and more intense, the inability to move, the harness holding my head so tightly, binding that big bit right in the middle of my mouth, and this time unable to see anything and utterly unable to shake off the blindfold.
Arecee can sense when I'm in distress, and she wasn't sleeping so well. I heard her stirring, tossing and turning. I was worried for her. Sure, she'd survive, but not getting a good night rest is really disrupting to her. Eventually, she stirred a little and was probably half awake, turned over and felt me, and maybe said just a little something. Maybe it was just a little sigh?
I tried to ask if she was really ok. With some gags, she can sort of understand what I'm trying to say. But not this one. Not at all. The bit is large in my mouth, and the harness has strong leather completely covering the lower half of my face (and lots of straps going up and all around to keep it really tight on my head). So any partial words that aren't ruined by the large rubber piece in my mouth get utterly muffled by the leather panel over my face.
Fortunately, the mouth bit is easily removable by just unbuckling two buckles. She pulled it out of my mouth, and we talked for a moment. I was worried she wasn't getting any sleep. I hadn't slept at all since the beginning, but that wasn't a big deal. I could always catch up later. But she can't.
She wasn't as concerned, and said she was ok. She didn't put the bit back in my mouth, which was quite a relief, both from a not-filled-mouth point of view, and my face relaxing more and the harness not being quite as tight now that I could close my mouth and relax my jaw. So I wasn't in as much distress.
She seemed to sleep much, much better from that point on. I was so glad to hear her breathing more calmly, smoothly, over and over. I could tell she was sleeping soundly now. Sometimes I drift off in the sleepsack, but this time it seemed more intense, probably due to the hard harness. I lay there, listening to her breath, over and over, hour after hour. It's was a long time. Sometimes I'd forget I was blindfolded, only to open my eyes to utter darkness, feeling my eyelashes brush against the leather surface. Such an interesting feeling. Then again, almost anything is interesting when you're laying there with nothing to do, unable to see, nothing to do.
Well, I did have something to do... and that was to try and hold still. And oh how I needed to move. The sleepsack holds me in the same exact position all night, and I wanted to move and stretch so badly. But even just a little wiggling disturbs her, makes her stir, and any more than the tiniest bit wakes her up. She'd already had about half the night stirring before taking the gag out, and I really, really wanted her to get some rest and not be feeling crappy all day. Toward the end, I was doing some of the flex muscles a bit, keeping the same position, just trying to straighten or relax only a little. Even that is risky, and over and over I tried to concentrate on listening to her breathe, in and out, slowly and peacefully... like trying to hold still in calm water so as not to disturb it. More than anything, I wanted her to rest well at least this second half of the night.
Eventually, is was getting to be early morning, and I flinched my face bit at one point and noticed a little early morning light coming in past my right cheek under the edge of the blindfold. It was only minutes, maybe half an hour max, until the alarm went off, and she reached over and unzipped the sleepsack and pulled the rubber off my shoulders to release me.
Oh I was so glad to be out. Quick trip for a towel to dry off, and a run to the kitchen for a bottle of water. I forced myself to drink it all, knowing I'd sweated quite a lot. I was fast asleep before she even got up!
So, Monday, bondage much of the day and all night long. Didn't play Tuesday, Wednesday was the munch, and tonight is RCDC. She said she's going to lock me up tonight.... so at least for the moment, I'm finally caught up on LJ entries! Will probably have another all-night bondage session to write of tomorrow morning....