Stretched Tight
He wanted to be stretched
tight. First he had been wrapped snug in a darlex sleep sack for
over an hour. Then he sat for another hour in a warm moist rubber
straitjacket, his head encased in a latex inflatable hood, his mouth
filled with an inflatable gag. Now he needed to be stretched out
until his body could not take any more.
His hands were put into padded
leather fist mitts, and anchored by chain and rope along one side of my
studio. Then I added a blindfold, and a pair of ankle cuffs
topped with a spreader bar. I adjusted the tension of each of his
legs, so that he was being pulled with equal tension in four different
directions.
Lastly, I added an inflatable butterfly gag and pumped it four times, until he could not push out of his mouth. I continued to enjoy his predicament, taunting him a while longer, until he finally cried a muffled "Mercy." He was happily spent.