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                          Tina, Part 4



While our bondage and whipping sessions were intense, there was no
way we could be successful in school, nor have social lives if I
was tied all the time, or if Natasha's ass was constantly
blistered.  Hence, we sort of settled on fortnight to bi-weekly
sessions.  There was no tit for tat either: I might paddle Natasha
a couple times in a row and then be tied two or even three times
before I did her again.  I'm not counting me just sitting around in
handcuffs and leg irons, or me giving Natasha "six of the best" on
her bare cheeks.

I should like to tell you a little about my favorite bondage
costumes: discipline helmet, corset, plugs, boots and nipple
clamps.

                           ...........

You may remember that I originally didn't like the term "discipline
helmet."  Eventually, though, I came to accept the name and now
feel no reason to object to the name.  While I get a certain kick
out of having someone put my helmet on me, I get far greater
pleasure doing it to myself.

I have two helmets.  One is very plain.  No eye or mouth holes and
a zipper closing in back.  I don't like "plain jane" as much as I
like my "mad max" leather, head sack.  Actually, when you think
about it, that's exactly what it is, a leather, head sack.  Laying
by itself (without my head in it), on a bed or something, it really
is shapeless, except for the many straps which give it a sort of
form.

"Mad max" is a full head cover that extends down my neck to the
start of my shoulders.  It has rather large eye openings, but they
can be completely covered over with padded blinders that secure
with velcro at several points and with locking buckles at either
temple.  At my ears are perforated areas so that stereo headphones
may be clamped over my head.  These headphones have the alternative
function of making me very hard of hearing.  It's not possible to
shut off all sound so the headphones have a way of transmitting
silent sound which overwhelms most other sound.  Don't ask me the
technicalities, I just find it great.  The mouth area is unique in
discipline helmets.  I do not like ball gags, so this helmet will
help keep a very large ball in my mouth.  Why would I want a ball
gag if I don't like ball gags?  Simple, this IS a discipline helmet
and there has to be something that I don't like, sort of.  Anyway,
the ball I use has the center bored out so I can breathe through
it.  I can't get the ball completely in my mouth and it could
possibly be forced out, so the helmet will accept a pouch in the
front which (a) makes it obvious I'm wearing a ball gag; and (b)
keeps the damn thing in my mouth.  There is also a flat front when
no gag is needed and yet a third which will keep an inflatable
bladder in my mouth.  I should also tell you that the breathing
hole in the ball gag can hold a small rubber hose for forced
feeding of liquids into me -- I don't use that very often.

The whole inside of the helmet is lined with very soft, neoprene
rubber.  I like the smell of leather, and would have preferred a
leather lining, but the neoprene rubber makes for a snugger fit.
It gets a little sweaty, but I like it.

The closure is done by lacing, with each lacing through holes, not
hooks.  It takes longer to get on and off, but it fits just super;
and, since this is for my pleasure, why use half measures.  The
laces go down the neck.  Permanently fixed to the helmet is a
bondage collar.  It is very rigid, but not overly high, so I have
certain head movement, but not much.  It is secured by a very large
padlock (did I mention that all the mouth closures and the
headphones are also secured with locks?).  When the collar is
locked, the laces might be cut and the helmet loosened a little but
no way could it be removed.

But that's not all.  The leather is soft, so it has a limited
amount of stretch to it.  Any movement around a gag is unwanted so
I have a strap that passes under my nose that joins another strap,
just at my the top of my cheek bones, that goes under my jaw and
locks at the top of my head.  When this is tightened, my jaw is
FIXED!

Putting on my helmet is always a time of high drama for me.  As I
said, it is sometimes put on me by others, but I enjoy it far more
when I do it to myself.  Naturally, the first thing I do is insert
(or try to) the ball gag.  I open my mouth as wide as I can, and I
push the ball in as far as I can.  I frequently get a kink in my
jaws at this point, but I massage them and work the ball until my
jaws adjust.  I glance at myself in the mirror and marvel at my
face, and I try all the more to get the ball in further, always
being careful to keep the center channel in the middle.  When I'm
satisfied that I can make no more impact on the ball gag, I gather
my hair, wishing it were shorter, and wondering why it isn't.
Still, there is a certain distinction having the last inch or so of
my hair peeking out below the locked collar.  That done, I lift the
sack and spread it out as much as possible (I never loosen the
laces very much when I take it off as I really don't LIKE the
tightening to be too long) and pull it down over my head.  Well,
that's not really correct; actually, I hook the bottom of the
lacing at the back of my head and then pull forward and down on the
front to pull it down over the front of my face.  Then, I pull down
the rear.  When I'm satisfied it's pulled down, I twist it back and
forth until the eye holes are positioned properly.  Then I make
sure the ball hole is in the proper place.

Now I begin the tedious task of tightening the laces.  At it's
tightest, the laces will bring the two edges within a half inch of
meeting.  There is, of course, an overlap so that no part of my
head is not covered with the leather/rubber helmet.  I've become
quite adept at this lacing and can bring it together within a
quarter hour.  The next item is the gag covering.  Since I haven't
used anything but the ball, the simple pouch is sufficient today.
Carefully, I match the velcro patches.  When I'm satisfied with the
fit, then I put the tabs into the buckles and secure them.  It's a
real turn-on to snap the tiny locks into place because it adds a
sense of outside control.  [A word about the locks and keys: while
I can secure the keys out of reach so that I have to wear the
helmet for whatever specified time, I don't always, choosing
instead to simply revel in the pleasure of wearing the helmet while
knowing I can remove it anytime I want.]

Once the mouth is secured, I put the chin strap on to secure my
mouth to the Nth degree.  I really like this part.  The lock on the
top of my head for this strap is larger than the two on my mouth
cover.  [By now, my jaws have begun to ache.  The first time that
happened, I panicked and quickly removed the helmet and ball.  Now
I've found that I can handle the ache because it settles quickly.]
Next, I secure the headphones and lock them.

The next to last thing I secure is the bondage collar.  Sometimes
I fasten this tightly and others not so tight.  The heavy padlock
is very noticeable.  I secure it tight this time.  My head movement
is now limited.  Of course, the helmet itself limits my head
movement, but the collar cuts back on my up and down movement.
Immediately I look at myself in the mirror.  Next to wearing the
helmet, I like looking at myself wearing it.  Of course, I can't
see what I look like when I have the blinders on but I do have
pictures.  At this point, I do the final thing which is to fix the
blinders over my eyes and, with a sure sense of touch, secure the
padlocks.  It should be noted that I now have eight different
padlocks securing my helmet to me: two at my blinders, two at my
mouth covering, two at the headphones, one at the top securing the
chin strap and the final one on the bondage collar.  Maybe you get
the idea I like padlocks!

At this point, I can just sit or lay down to enjoy myself, or I can
add other bondages.  I can smoke and I can use my vibrator.

That's how much I like my discipline helmet.

                           ...........

I have three corsets.  Although not satisfactorily, I can put
myself into two of them; for the third, I need help.

The simplest is a waist cincher.  At it's widest point, it is only
six inches.  This is the easiest for me to fasten and I can get it
rather tight.

The other one I can put on by myself is more formidable.  It covers
me from just below my boobies to just above my cunt in front and
just to the beginnings of my ass crack in back.  With this, I can
draw my waist in by at least four inches.  With mother's or
Natasha's help, I get reduced five inches and sometimes six (one
time it was seven inches but I needed lots of smelling salts for
that.

Besides making my middle look a little like the middle of an hour-
glass, my corset holds me rigidly upright.  It's not quite as
strong as being tied to a post, but it obviously is more mobile.

Learning how to draw the shallow breaths took some doing.  Now I'm
comfortable that way and rarely forget (if I forget and try to draw
a deep breath, I sometimes have a hard task to exhale it).

I can and I do wear both these corsets under regular clothes,
though I'm usually limited to dresses or skirts as my smaller waist
won't hold up my pants unless I use suspenders.

The third corset was a present from my father from his last trip to
Europe.  Mom got one just like it.  While the first two are boned,
in the fullest sense of the word, they are boned with the
traditional whale bones.  This one is boned with steel!  You might
think that would make it heavy.  You would be right.  It weighs
twenty pounds. Indeed, when putting this on, we use small, bra-like
straps to hang it on my shoulders until it's been closed enough to
be molded to my body.  The inside is lined with a thin sheet of
rubber over leather.  The outside is patent leather, which is far
less pliable than kid.  In other words, it's a fetishist's dream.

While wearing the patent leather corset, I rarely have any covering
over it.  One time, I did go out wearing Natasha's mu-mu.  In any
event, when I'm in it, I'm really in it.

                           ...........

By plugs, I'm referring to cunt and ass-hole plugs.  I was very
much intrigued by these when I saw one in a catalog.  The first
time I wore that belt, with both plugs permanently fixed to the
crotch strap, I KNEW that wouldn't work.

My current belt has both plugs on sliders so that the crotch strap
can move with me.  The sliders are not so loose that the crotch
strap moves easily; it doesn't.  What it does do is create just a
little resistance so that the plugs are constantly just a little
behind my body, which makes me verrry aware of them.

I also tried some huge plugs but I found that smaller is better, at
least for plugs when you're on the go.  [Note that I don't usually
go for the enema routine.  When I have, the plug does have to be
larger, but then it usually isn't in very long and I sure don't go
for long walks.]

Yes, I do wear this outside the house.  I wear it to class.  I wear
it to movies.  I wear it for walking.  I even wore it on a date.
Natasha got a kick out of that.

Yes, I'm constantly turned on when I am "plugged."  I will also say
that the plug belt is the one bondage item that Natasha's tries,
only she doesn't agree it's a bondage item.  Maybe she's right.

                           ...........

I have several pair of boots.  I do not have a pair of thigh highs.
I tried them once and found they just were more trouble than their
worth.  My knee highs are high heeled, one with a reasonable
walking heel of four and a half inches; the other is extremely hard
to walk in with the seven inch heels -- in these, I literally walk
on the ends of my toes.

                           ...........

Nipple clamps are great!  Of course, I started out with clothes
pins, and initially concluded it would be impossible to endure
them.  As time wore on, and I began to understand desirable pain,
I came to grips with clothes pins.  Then too, I discovered there
were many types of clothes pins, and some of them are fierce!
Having mastered the clothes pins, I began to branch out.  The first
ones were pinchers with set screws to adjust them.  After I managed
them, I went in for a whole host of them.

My favorites still are the japanese butterfly clamps.  These exert
an exquisite pain for a while; after a while, however, the nipple
gets toughened and the pain almost totally disappears.  I have
other clamps that I can fasten over the butterfly clamps to make
the experience more telling, and that can be fiery painful.

My two most recent clamps are clothes pins with wood screws and a
real fierce pair with saw teeth.  The clothes pins with wood screws
I made myself.  A hole was drilled in both sides of each clamp.
Into these holes, I screwed #4 wood screws.  I ran them in and out
several times to loosen the wood.  I put the clothes pins on my
nipples and then, using a small screwdriver, alternately tighten
each screw one quarter turn.  For a while, there is little
sensation, but then it gets going.  The screws haven't penetrated
my nipples yet, and I doubt they will as the  points are not
especially sharp and the springs on the clothes pins are not strong
enough.  The pain is exquisite.

The other pair is very new.  I'm still trying to buy into their
pain.  It really is a challenge.