Heavy Rubber and Bondage - Mark & Bind - Odds and Ends

Odds and Ends: This update's got a couple of cool video clips showing Bind in that 4mm super-thick rubber straitjacket, and me strapped into the electromagnet self-bondage chair. I get totally turned on just watching Bind decked out in full black rubber inside his padded cell, 'cause it screams kinky as hell. In this clip, Bind's covered head to toe in black rubber, chilling in his padded cell. Like I've said plenty of times, that 4mm rubber straitjacket comes from BlackStore.com. I grabbed the medium size one, plus a small size, during our Switzerland trip at the end of 2019, right before COVID-19 hit everything. I keep telling anyone who listens that if you spot gear you want, snag it right then. Don't hold off or think you'll order it later, 'cause there might not be a later. I'm guessing the German dude crafting these heavy straitjackets for BlackStore.com does it out of his garage. So, he could get wiped out by a bus any day, and poof, no more straitjackets from him. Take this as proof: I kept putting off ordering a super heavy rubber suit from MD Latex, but by July 2021, their site announced they're shut down. Go peek at MD-Latex.eu yourself. See? Total bummer. MD Latex was just another one-guy garage setup, and I dragged my feet too long, now it's gone for good. The next clip switches to me in the electromagnet self-bondage chair. Bind and I are both obsessed with this thing. When our buddy Louis first hooked us up with it, the chair was a mess and needed tons of fixes. But these days, it runs smooth and feels insanely hot. Bind and I figure we'll tweak it some more down the line. What gets me is how you can trap yourself right in it, no escape. I keep daydreaming about hitting bedtime, skipping my room upstairs, and heading down to the basement instead. I'd click into the chair, set the timer for eight hours, and just sit there locked tight through the night. Once the restraints kick in, time blurs, and I gotta hang on till the timer pops me free sometime next morning. Hell, while I was watching this video and typing this up, I had to pause and stroke one out 'cause the fantasy's that damn steamy. These ideas always hit me around lights-out, revving me up as I picture getting bound for hours, forcing myself to tough out the tight hold and maybe snag some shut-eye in it. The rubber's grip would squeeze my skin with every shift, that heavy latex warming against my body, pulling me deeper into the helpless vibe, my breaths shallow and quick as the chair's metal bites in. Sweat beads up under the straps, mixing with the thrill of not knowing exactly when it'll end, just the slow burn of restraint owning me till dawn. I hope you dig hearing about these head trips as much as I love spinning them in my mind. Enjoy! T032.