slave Nina in her subsuit at Dio’s feet (picture by Nina)
Again something different for this month’s enjoying bondage series. On Tuesday, November 17th, slave Nina (sNina93.resident), who is getting closer to us week by week, put herself into a Restrained Freedom (RF) subsuit after she had finished her dusting and cleaning chores at our main house. She also put her RF Mesh hood on. She called it a self-bondage and made some lovely pictures that she published on her deviantart page (link to her dA page is under “Other links”). Once locked she couldn’t get out of it anymore without our help.
A visit from Angelique: Diomita with slave Nina and Angelique (picture by Nina)
Of course I couldn’t resist to keep her in her self inflicted bondage and made it even worse. Thus she layed at my feet while I was recovering from a long day at work. That night we got visit from our niece Angelique who shared her latest news with us. It was a nice chat and when Jenny and slave Flo and sklavin Gebby and even another not to be named slave joined us, we just sat and talked all night. But what happened to slave Nina?
Mistress Jenny and slave, who’s name is not revealed
November 17th: a chat night: Mistress Jenny and Diomita with slave Flo, sklavin Gebby and slave, who’s name is not revealed
Well, as mentioned above we kept her in her subsuit and put her into our dungeon cell. This is a quite quiet place during daytime and so we gave her an assignment: “Create a story about your self-bondage, add some fiction, share your thoughts and feelings about your situation”. Nina did very well and we think it is perfect for a different “Enjoying bondage” post. Here is, of course uncensored, Nina’s fiction about how she got into the RF subsuit and hood. I just put it here how Nina wrote it. You’ll find the story as well on her dA page as a text to the picture at the end of this post. Enjoy Reading….
Nina’s current accommodations. As if the subsuit wasn’t enough, she is now placed in a deep underground dungeon cell, and chained to the wall. Tightly restrained and securely locked under a thick layer of leather she can only wiggle helplessly on the hard stone floor. Deprived of sight and sound, she senses nothing except the ever present restriction of her bonds, and the smell and taste of leather. Of course, being the bondage addict she is, this is exactly how she wants to be. It excites her greatly to think how the world above her cell goes on, people going on about their daily lives, unaware of the secret prisoner beneath their feet. Isolated from everything else, Nina is lost in her headspace, and she begins to imagine how she came to be like this…
A brief fictional account of how Nina ended up in the subsuit:
Nina rang the bell three times before she used the key given to her to open the apartment front door. “Hello, is anybody home,” she called out as she stepped in. Receiving no answer, she proceeded without delay to the broom closet and started gathering the cleaning supplies. Lacking the advantage of a wealthy family, Nina was forced to work as a part time cleaning lady to fund her college education. It was definitely not a glamorous or well-paid job, but it covered her expenses, so she was somewhat content. The agency Nina was working for had provided her a list of apartments to houseclean each week. They had also given her a ring full of spare keys in case nobody was at home when she arrived, which seemed to be the norm rather than the exception. In fact, during the entire semester, Nina had met face-to-face with a client only twice.
Like she was wont to do, Nina went swiftly from room to room, gauging the messiness of the place, and checking if there was anything she needed to fix or arrange before she began to clean up proper. When she entered the master bedroom, she stopped on her tracks and stared in disbelief at the items neatly arranged on the lavish twin bed. Being no stranger to BDSM images, she instantly recognized that she was looking at some sort multipart leather suit with lots of straps and buckles. She gingerly moved towards the bed, and hesitantly touched one of the many small locks that lay there. Nina felt incredible arousal as she imagined what it would be like to actually wear that suit; how helpless she would be with all straps tightened and locked up. As she stood there, wetness swelling between her thighs, an idea began to form in her lust-crazed head: she’d have to try out the suit!
‘No! Are you out of your mind!?’ her rational self told her. ‘The owner – or owners – may return in any moment. Think how embarrassing it would be if you were caught in act! And what’s worse, it would probably cost you your job too.’
But she was too lost in haze of excitement to listen to the voice of reason. Feeling extremely naughty, she began to strip, her whole body shivering from arousal and the sense of danger. In a few moments she had shed the last item of clothing, and stood stark naked before the bed.
Slowly she took the jacket portion of the suit, feeling the material first, then slipping her arms into its sleeves. The jacked fit Nina surprisingly well, almost as if it had been made to her measurements. She reached behind her back, trying to buckle up at least few of the straps. After a while, and a lot of struggling, she had managed to close some, and stopped to pose in front of the bedroom mirror.
“Mmmm-mm,” Nina said to her reflection. “You do look very sexy!” Her hand slowly wandered down towards her aching pussy, but halted before she reached it. ‘No, not yet,’ she thought. ‘I need something more before I’ll enjoy myself.’
slave Nina in “her” cell (picture taken by Nina)
Nina knelt on the bed, legs spread open. She picked up the suit’s hood part, and held it up before her face, examining the formidable looking item. There was some sort of gag inside, and two holes for nostrils, but no other openings; when fastened in place the hood would make its wearer a blind, faceless thing. Nina opened her mouth wide open for the gag as she began to don the hood. She imagined someone else forcing the hood on her, pushing it firmly in place, then tightening it around her head and closing the locks. It took some tries until she finally got everything aligned right. Even though it wasn’t properly strapped up, the smothering closeness of the hood was intense. She had to steady herself, calm her breathing down, to avoid going into panic mode. Yet, despite the fear, she couldn’t remember ever being so excited.
Nina was about to start rubbing herself, when someone suddenly grabbed her arms. She tried to yell a protest, but it came out as an incoherent mumble. She struggled in vain as her hands were inexorably drawn behind her back and cuffed together.
“Hold still, silly girl,” said a woman’s voice sternly. “You’ll only make this harder for yourself if you resist. I have a taser and will use it if you don’t comply.”
Nina had no way knowing whether or not the speaker was telling the truth, but she decided to play it safe. She ceased her struggles, waiting what would happen next.
“Good girl,” said the unknown woman, patting Nina’s hooded head. Despite the humiliation, Nina couldn’t help feeling yet another tingle of arousal.
“You have made a decent start,” the voice continued. “Now let’s get you properly restrained, darling.”
Nina’s heart skipped a few beats when she heard the words; was her assailant going to fully encase her in the suit? She knew that she should be scared stiff, and yet she was dripping wet and dizzy from sexual arousal. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ she thought. Nina felt the hood beginning to tighten around her head; straps were pulled and buckled up, small locks clicked shut one by one. Her captor worked with a firm and experienced hand, never fumbling or making unnecessary moves. Soon the hood was secured in place, leaving Nina no hope of removing it by herself.
Unseen hand held Nina’s leather covered chin and lifted her head up somewhat. “It looks good on you, slave,” proclaimed the voice.
“Please, let me go,” Nina mumbled into her gag.
“What was that pet?” the voice asked with a mocking tone. “Yes, I too do believe we should set up the rest of your outfit.” With that Nina’s captor began to tighten straps on the jacket part. With each tightened and buckled up strap Nina became more and more helpless. She could feel freedom slipping away from her, and replaced with an inescapable bondage. Her shoulders protested with pain as an armbinder was applied to her. She was put into an extremely tight-fitting full-length leather skirt, and ballet heels that made walking or standing without assistance impossible.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty sight,” said the voice, admiring the fully restrained Nina who could only feebly wiggle in her confines. “I hope you enjoy your suit, slave, because you’re going to spend a long time in it.”
Nina waited with a bated breath what would happen next, but for a very long time nothing did. Apparently her assailant had left, leaving her alone in the bedroom. Then she sensed commotion nearby, despite the hood effectively reducing her senses. She felt hands grabbing her, hoisting her up like a package. Nina mumbled in protest, but again without any effect. She was slowly lowered into something soft, while her legs were forcibly contorted so that she would fit into a specific shape. There was a muffled thud and Nina felt she was now completely encased by the soft, spongy material. ‘They’ve put me into a case or a box!’ she realized. Then she was again hoisted up and her container swayed as it was being carried. ‘Carried to where?’ Nina thought. What would happen to her now? Where were they taking her?
Yes, dear reader, this was my modest attempt to put in writing what sort of things Nina thinks while she languishes in her bondage. The story could’ve been longer and more detailed, but my time in RL is limited, so this have to do for now.
slave Nina in her RF subsuit, and RF Hood, leashed in our dungeon cell and enjoying her bondage and the silence
Thank you slave Nina, well done!
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