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RRafe -> RE: Mittens. (10/14/2007 6:31:41 AM)
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Thanks for the range of responses,all bring up very good points-and I think I can address most,from my limited experience. I'm a leather worker of a fair degree of skill. One of my more interesting past projects were some padded bondage mittens. These basically consisted of a two layer sheel of soft garment leather, with a layer of thick synthetic fleece material between them-sewn to a hard leather cuff-also lined with soft leather. The cuff was a gauntlet pattern...came about a tird of the way up the forearm-with two straps-with locking buckles.
And each buckle had two rings. Heavy plated steel-welded. VERY stoutly built-and not possible to escape from. They are expensive to make,and take a lot of time to do-but I have never seen these offered in this particular pattern elsewhere.
There are times that I enjoy simply having the plesure and use of a woman. And I like to mess with her mind and her body-and I'm going to do it in ways I like.
Mlady eyes me with a bit of nervousness as the sleek mittens slide up over her fingers,and onto her wrists,well up her forearms. I thread and tighten the buckles, the fit is very snug-but not constricting. I click the tiny padlocks through the rings on the buckle tongues. She is fully dressed at this time. I click another padlock between them. Her arms may be in front, or behind. Depoends on how much I want to incapacitate her. I have her sit to drink some water. She is a bit clumsy trying to get it from the glass I hold for her, dribbles some down her blouse. I chuckle a bit-but I am patient, make sure she drinks it all. She blushes, beginning to realize the import of what I am doing with her. We talk for a while about this and that. About an hour in, she starts squirming. I ask what's wrong, she evades me. I change the subject. She seems happy that I have..........Begins nervously babbling nervously about anything she can dredge up-to try and distract me. I pick up one of her feet, and take off a shoe. She blushes again, talks even faster..........I do the same with the other, put her shoes in another room, close the door. Socks too, naked feet.
I return and sit next to her. Pick up a foot and begin idly running my fingertips up the sole. She starts squirming again, turns beet red............I decide to make a comment. "You can ask me, or you can do it in your pants." She favors me with a stunned look..............then breaks down...."please, I need to pee." Looks down, embarrassed. I undo her pants, have her stand.
Pull them off, and roll up the tails of her blouse, knotting it in front-under her breasts. She is now naked from there-down. I frog march her into the bathroom, my hand in the hair at the back of her head. Force her down onto the pot. "Go on." I just stand there, watching.
She squrims some more, not wanting to surrender this to me. "Do you need me to tickle it out of you?" She squeaks, closes her eyes.........water sounds commence. I feel amused, but happy. I tear off a bit of tissue,and wipe her. She's wet from more than just the piss, I tease her a bit there with my fingers, her still sitting....enjoying her heat.................
And that's just the first half hour.[;)]
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