Escapology challenge (Anybody can join)

[mickhaddo]

I return to the stage, a bundle of soft leather draped over my arm. I unfold it and hold it up so that the audience, and the amazing Miss Pan Teer, can see the nature of the next restraint. It is a single-sleeve, an elegant concoction of leather, straps and laces.

I slip it over Felina's mitten encased hands, up her arms, over the coils of rope with which I have secured her elbows. I loop the straps at the top of the sleeve over her shoulders, crossing them over her chest, then feeding them back to the waiting buckles, doing them up loosely for now.

I set to work tightening the laces of the sleeve. I make sure that Felina's hands are properly down in the the tip of the sleeve, a bit difficult because of the bulk of the mitts, but now her hands are being crushed beneath two layers of leather. I tighten the first laces at her wrists, then work my way up her forearms until they are welded together. The laces continue over her elbows, half way to her shoulder blades, the coils of hemp rope are visible through the soft leather of the sleeve. I haul on the laces until opposing eyelets touch. I smile in satisfaction when Felina grunts through her gag with discomfort. She stares straight ahead as I work on her bondage. Her eyes are calm, but I notice that she is beginning to breath more quickly. Her hips twitch as she is teased and tormented by the cleverly placed leather rope.

I finish securing the laces, knotting the end together repeatedly. I tie the loose ends into a bundle and press them down between her arms.

Now there are the straps to do up. One is attached to the sleeve at wrist level. I encircle Felina's wrist and buckle it up. As I tighten it I make sure it goes beneath the level of the straps holding the mittens in place, hopefully making it very difficult indeed to get to them. Another strap encircles her arms above her elbows, once again I secure it as tightly as possible. Finally I adjust the straps that are looped over her shoulder, removing all slack and satisfying myself that the sleeve will not slip.

Another check of my handiwork, a bow to Miss Pan Teer and the audience, and I leave the stage, making way for the next fiendish volunteer.

[Aurelie.Catena]

More and more layers of bondage are added to Felina's body. The elbow ropes are digging into the strong muscles of her arms, pulling her shoulders backwards and forcing her to thrust her impressive, black-leather-clad breasts forwards. Cat calls are heard coming from the audience as the ropes are adjusted and tightened. This is a remarkable bondage piece of art. This man is obviously an expert. As he leaves the stage, blue veins are already swelling over her forearms and hands and she begins to feel the slight itching she is familiar with.

She smiles at the man and then to the public. She walk back and forth the stage. It seems there is still a bit of shyness and she tries to welcome them with her warm smile. It is so unreal. Her elbows are bound in the strictest way possible and yet she behaves totally naturally, as if there was nothing at all.

Then comes that stunning woman. Felina shivers as the big ball is pushed past her teeth and bound in place. She realises that now there is no way she can ask to stop this challenge. Not that she wants to... yet. The scarf gag is quite comfortable and mild, but it has a powerful psychological impact. She can't protest, she can't deny, she can't beg. She has to trust the host entirely for the rules to be respected.

Kneeling on the wooden stage, she feels the hard floor under her bare knees and shins. With her high-heeled sandals on, her feet are a little awkward and she does not know how to put her feet and toes. The pressure of the strategically placed knots is disturbing. But interiorly as well as exteriorly, she is smiling, because this rope panties are protecting her intimacy better than her thong was. She blinks at the woman.

With the first two restraints on, the ice seems broken and peoples are beginning to feel eager to try their bondage skills on the Queen of Escapes. A new man comes and soon Felina feels her hands balled into tight fists and encased into a thick layer of leather. The first padlock of the five that are allowed by the rules is indeed very smartly placed. It will prevent her from using both her fingers and her arms. She can already feel sweat building inside the leather pouch.

As she waits for the next challenger, she shifts her weight on her knees and try to find a more comfortable position for her twisted feet. Her breathing is still calm but a small bead of perspiration can be seen rolling down between her breasts, were the key to the mittens is hanging. It is no doubt caused by the intense heat generated by the powerful spotlights. She is making strange gurgling sounds at regular intervals as she tries to keep her saliva inside her mouth, a task rendered difficult by the ball and the scarf, which is rapidly getting soaked with it.

As the first man comes back on stage, Felina feels she is on for another layer of expert bondage. And she is proved wrong. The arm-binder is of the best make and expertly placed and laced. It removes the last hair of freedom her arms had and makes her precious hands and fingers even farther from freedom. Her shoulders are pulled even harder by the long sleeve and she can now feel real strain on her muscles and joints. Her breasts seem to separate, looking each in a different direction. Her strong nipples are poking against the thin leather layer of her bikini top. She tries to move her arms but find it difficult even to flex them.

Nevertheless, she is still smiling, although more beads of perspiration are now rivuleting down her taut and athletic body. Again, she shifts her weight, lifting one knee and then the next, twisting her ankles in another position. Maybe she should have come bare foot, but this would not have been proper.

In spite of all her efforts, saliva has begun to drool from her stretched lower lip and a thread is dribbling down her chin. She tries to rub her chin against her right shoulder but find that it is strained too far backwards. She has to accept it.

Blinded by the spotlight, she tries to peer behind them at the audience, to see if anyone is coming to add to the challenge.