Heavy Rubber and Bondage - Mark & Darttech

Rubber and Cravat Test: This video is a blast, showing off some fresh bondage toys. The main one is this hefty steel Cravat I snagged from some dude for $400. The name throws me off since a quick Google pulls up fancy cloth neckties, but digging deeper, it ties into the Scavenger's Daughter torture device. Over in the UK, the big bondage shop Fetters sells it as a Steel Cravat Restraint. Anyway, this one's from the Old World Kingdom BDSM spot in the UK. You can tell a skilled European blacksmith hammered it out, with that classic Euro-style metalwork and rivets. It's not just functional; it's a work of art and a killer plaything for restraint fun. The neck and wrist holes look sized for women, pretty narrow, but it works fine for guys like me who are small to medium build. This thing is no joke, serious gear all the way. We filmed it in Vegas at NoEscapeDungeon.com, and the guy in it is Bind's buddy Bailey. Bind snaps him into the Cravat, adding on rubber ball mitts from BlackStyle and an inflatable hood from StudioGum. The whole setup looks amazing on Bailey, especially with his latex catsuit hugging his body tight and those black leather boots strapped on. First time trying the inflatable hood, so we fiddled around a little to get the inflation valve right, twisting it until the rubber swelled up snug against his face, muffling his breaths. The Cravat, or Scavenger's Daughter as some call it, is pretty intense, but damn, it's a huge rush. I tested it out at Bind's place and already crave locking back in. It's completely stiff, weighs a ton, and doesn't give an inch. When I was strapped in, we laid me down on my side to see how it'd feel, but the pressure crushed right into my neck, making every swallow feel tight and urgent. If the neck ring had been wider, maybe it would've been bearable, but it clamped around me with zero slack, the cold steel biting into my skin. Once sideways, I couldn't roll back up no matter how I twisted; my arms pinned uselessly, body locked in place. So if someone got left alone and tipped over by accident, yeah, death could sneak up fast from the strain. Heads up on this: The Cravat in the video, plus the one on Fetters' site, has wrist holes loose enough that lots of folks could wriggle their hands free if they tried, feeling the metal slide over sweaty skin. That's why Bailey's got the rubber ball mitts on, balled fists useless inside the thick, gripping rubber. Seems like every Cravat out there has this issue, same with the ankle spots. If you grab one, just know you'll want heavy boots to lock those feet down, plus leather or rubber mitts that make escape impossible, the material squeezing tight to kill any leverage. Picturing Bailey wrapped in all that rubber, clamped in the Cravat inside the cage, gets me going hard. Encased head to toe, no way out, the latex gleaming under the lights, his body arched just a bit from the rigid hold. To crank it up, Bind attached an air regulator to the front of Bailey's hood, hooked to a tank, the hose snaking over with a faint hiss. I dig the whole setup, that total helplessness washing over him, the desperate vibe, and the rhythmic whoosh of air pumping in and out through the regulator, each breath controlled and labored, echoing in the room. So freaking hot! Can't wait for my go. A003.