When she tried to move her head again, she realized that she had been put into bondage again, but what bondage! Mentally, she took stock of her senses.When she tried to move her head again, she realized that she had been put into bondage again, but what bondage! Mentally, she took stock of her senses. She could feel a stiff, form- fitting leather helmet laced tightly around her head. The fullness in her mouth was a soft gag which tasted of leather. Although she had been wearing discipline helmets on occasion for years, this struck her as odd, as she was certain that all of Mandy's were made of rubber. Nonetheless, helmets she could handle, they were part and parcel of her bondage games with Mandy, and she enjoyed them. Nor was it the first time she had woken up to find that she had been restrained while asleep, but this incredible sense of rigidity... She began to panic again. Never in her entire life, including two years under the tender ministrations of Mandy, had she felt as trapped as this. Even when tied tightly with yards of rope, or laced into a leather body binder, or hugged in the firm embrace of Mandy's inflatable 'meditation bag', it had always been possible to move slightly. |