Back in the days when women dressed properly for exercise (no hideous jazz pants and crop tops back then) Lyn Marshall used to demonstrate yoga on British Sunday morning TV. As I recall, on her show she usually dressed in shiny blue or pink lycra but in her books she had a wider variety of colours. The TV outfits often included strange tights covering her heels but leaving half her feet bare.
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With apologies for their poor quality, here are a few frame captures showing Lyn's strange toe-less tights:
The latest Doctor Who episode has a wild bondage wheel-chair and some straight jacket scenes, even rope bondage. Though no women bound... The chair scenes aren't exactly thrilling but it is an interesting device that even comes with a gag.
Around 3:30 in the second video he will be moved around in that chair
In End of Time Part 1 somwhere in the last third, you can see The Master collared and in straight jacket.
These movies will probably be removed soon, so better watch them quickly. All uploaded by the same guy, just stay on his profile and you find them all.
Those of you who aren't from the UK or not of a certain age might not remember Diana Moran, the Green Goddess. Basically, in the early eighties she appeared on BBC Breakfast TV every weekday morning. She would be in a different location each day but she always dressed in a shiny emerald-green leotard and tights trying to persuade the public to exercise more. She had several spin-off books, here are some pics from one of them:
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More pics can follow if anyone wants to see them.
Also, here's a you-tube link to Diana exercising with the salty seamen of HMS Brazen, there's something very, very English about it...
For those of us who love fit women exercising in shiny lycra broughSuperior01 has an interesting youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/profile?user=bro...rior01#g/u It's clear from the way the clips are shot this isn't at all about sport, it's all about asses and crotches in tight shimmery spandex...
A lady having problems with the bottom of her leotard:
Asian crossdresser Kyoto Matshusita likes his/her swimwear, leotards and shiny pantyhose. In fact, there are almost a thousand pictures and a few short videos on his flickr page at http://www.flickr.com/photos/trans_kyoko/
Don't ask me how I got the idea for this one (please!). At some point I got the image in my head and for weeks on end it was like the song that gets stuck in your head and keeps repeating itself and repeating itself and repeating itself and repeating itself! Finally now I'm writing it down, it starts to leave me alone a bit... 😉
This work is entirely fiction. Any link to reality, both with names or events is entirely coincidental. The hardware I designed in this story is simply nuts! But entirely realistic.
The only thing I ask from you guys is an honest opinion of what you think so far. (It's half done. If I get it ready, and it resembles anything in the remote direction of 'good', I'll dump it on Gromet's Plaza.) For now I guess I just need proofreaders.
My main concern is that it's too long and detailed. (Almost 4 pages now, and I'm only just warming up... 😋 )
Confident, I walk through the hallway to my bedroom. In my hand, a small black box. It contains the final piece I needed for the setup. Essentially part of the brains of what would soon be both my lover and tormenter for hours on end. Arriving in my room, I walk over to a table that is covered with tools, components and drawings. From under a stack of paper, I recover a white plastic box roughly the size and shape of a shoebox. One side of the box is covered with connectors. The top contains a couple of buttons, a display and an empty slot. Using a pair of tweezers, I extract a chip from the small black box and carefully place it in the slot. After I'm sure it's in and secure I flip a switch. A green led lights up, and a red one starts to blink. The display shows a selfcheck and then complains there's no hardware attached... Satisfied I switch it back off. It's complete..
But first, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alice-Kim. I am 28 years old and considering my (Asian) heritage well built. I'm a nice 5 foot 6 inch, slender with a firm C-cup. Due to my work as an Engineer, I cannot let my hair grow longer than a few inch, which I always keep combed back neatly in my neck.
I'm kind of proud how I usually get compliments about my eyes. Comes with the genetic heritage I suppose, but my almond shaped eyes are nice and symmetricly placed in my face, above a thin, curvy nose and thin lips.
Because I'm an engineer, I mostly dress in one-piece overalls. Formfitting, usually directory over my underwear. I can't help but admit that I simply like the comforting tightness of the soft but strong material of the overall against my skin..
Back to my project. I've been working on this for months! Most of the components, I built at work in lost minutes. Only setting it up and fitting it together here at home. All components and parts seperatly are designed to be generic enough not to give away their function, unless fitted together in the project. It was kind of a turn-on to make them at work and no one could venture a guess of what I was doing...
Turning around, I looked at the assembly... A thing of both terror and beauty to behold. The center of it is my bed. A large and heavy oak-wood comfortable two person bed, fitted with two mattresses. The corners are fitted with high beams. The bed is of such structure and integrity that the house could collapse and the bed would survive...
For this project, I had to move the bed in the middle of the room.
For at the head of the bed, I had mounted a low table. Stationed on this table a contraption that essentially carries a dildo on a stick. The device rests on another mechanism that can move the dildo platform forward and back.
At the feet of the bed, a similar back and forward mechanism is set up. Resting on this mechanism, is what experts might recognice as a train-fucking device. a small rotating disk that drives a bar, that in turn moves another bar forward and back. That bar then carries another dildo..
Next to the bed, I mounted a small electro motor. On its axis, I tied a length of leather rope. The end of that rope is slightly weighted. The momentum of the engine spin would carry the length of rope up, over the axis and landing down. It would land somewhere on the middle of the bed.
For a second, I allow myself to drift off into thought.. I tried this part of the construction manually... Instead of having this whip driven by the box, I hooked up a timing device so it would start swinging after a couple of minutes.. I had undressed myself and lay on the bed. Flat on my tummy, I stretched myself out and clenched my teeth waiting for what was to come. After a minute, I heard the small motor click and start whirring. A second or 2 after that I nearly jumped of the bed! THWAP! The leather strip landed square across my lower back! Too hard! With a lot of variance and speed, the strip came around 3 or 4 more times landing on my back, my upper legs, hard on my ass and on my back again! Only then I had the mind to roll of the bed and onto the floor, the whip savagely hitting the now empty mattresses! Oh my god! I couldn't sit very well for the next two days and spent some time (on my feet) to tweak the power behind that whip. The variance in location was fine by me...
The device at the bottom of the bed was fun to tune as well.. If I were to allow it to fuck me while I was bound firmly with no freedom of movement, I had to make sure it would neither wound me, nor 'fall short'.. To tune it, I had only bound my lower body to the bed. (I needed my hands to work the controls to tune the bastard..) I cuffed my ankles to the corners of the bed. Just above my knees, I tied straps that ran to the sides of the bed. I carried an underbust corset with several D-rings lining the waist. With my legs firmly tied to the bed, I fished up a steel cable from between the mattresses, and hooked it to my corset. At this point I could move neither my legs, nor my upper body from the bed. I could tilt my hips a couple of inches though, which was exactly my plan..
With my hands I could reach a box of controls. The first one I pressed made the contraption at the feet of the bed move forwards. I Tilted my ass up a bit and a moment later felt the tip of the dildo press against my cunt. Slowly I had it inch forward further, until the rubber dick was a couple of inches inside of me. I made sure that I could neither wiggle my ass nor hips to free myself from the intruder. I then pressed a second button and the wheel slowly started spinning. The dildo moved forward and back in a slow fucking motion and immediatly I caught up with the motion. I couldn't match the rithm offcourse. My body was almost perfectly stationary, but head down, I moaned into the fabric of the mattress. A third button controlled speed. I set it up to a speed that I was sure wouldn't harm me, but would Surely drive me over the edge.
Having it retracted, I had to test a second thing. As I explained I had to lift my ass a bit to have the dildo penetrate my cunt. If I didn't, it would end up in a different place.. In other words, it wasn't so much that I could control whether it would penetrate me or not. If I didn't raise my hips to willingly serve, it would fuck me up the ass. A press of another button had it run with the same settings. I didn't lift my ass though, and for a moment I nearly ripped my bonds! The dildo, still wet with my juices, landed straight in my ass! Allthough the motion length and speed was the same, my ass was far tighter than my pussy. All to soon though, the pain lessened and I concluded that, while bearable, I'd rather willingly offer my cunt than rebel and get fucked up the ass...
The wristbonds were fun to test as well.
I designed two small platforms that I could mount at the headrest corners of the bed. Each platform essentially was a magnetic clamp, that when activated would close and lock around a chain what was hung in it. When the power to it was released, the magnetic clamp would be released and the chain would come off.
To test these, I mounted the two devices to my bed. I put on a pair of leather wristcuffs on and my corset and laid on the bed. Before I made myself helpless, I put in a vibrator and switched it on. I put back on a pair of panties, so the vibrator was locked in place. I came to realise that I could barely reach the magnetic locks now. Leave alone when I'd be bound by my ankles as well... So I hooked up a short chain to the left device. A chain half that length to the right, and another half length to my right wristcuff. I could then use a padlock to lock the chains of my right wrist together. Before I locked my wrists, I hooked up my corset to the bed again.
I set the wallclock timer for the wristbonds on little over half an hour. Preparing and locking myself took a few minutes, so all in all, I'd be there for about half an hour. It wasn't ten minutes later, I realised that I set my vibrator too slow! The pace wasn't going to drive me over the edge, but it sure was teasing me! frustrated I tried to reach down, or rub myself against the bed. But the wrist chains were barely long enough to allow me to lay there spreadeagled. Leave alone that I could reach myself. The corset hook really locked my body against the bed. Without my legbonds, I could move a little bit, but not nearly enough! Frustrated, I trashed around daring my intruder to fuck me harder! To get me off and climax! After twenty minutes I was close to tears. After half an hour, I was beyond tears! Goddamn frustrated and horny as never before I heard a click. The wristbounds released and I could move my arms again! Asif pulled by some magnetic force, one went to my pussy and the other one to my breast, squeezing! After 5 seconds I climaxed so hard people outside would have heard me. At that point I couldn't care anymore though...
Yea, the wristbonds worked.
But I was starting to wonder what I was getting myself into...
Running my finger over its stainless steel constructions, I start to get wet already... So far, I've tried and tested each component seperatly. Always more or less in control. Soon, I'd give all control away. I'd be helpless, fucked and used for hours on end. I nearly couldn't wait. But I had to. Checking the clock, I realised it was near 11:00 PM. I got home late from work but already had eaten something. After taking a good shower, I decided to make a little pre-show.
I took one of my older overalls and ripped off part of the sleeves and legs. I tore off one of the breast pockets, leaving a gash. I also worked open a hole in the crotch area. I undressed completely and put on the ruined overall. Allthough the blue fabric was torn up and ruined, it still clung on to my body. Next I moved to my workout room. Allthough I was already tired from a long day of work, I resolved to a good 45 minute workout. The result was that I had worked up a good sweat and my muscles were aching. Good.
Instead of jumping back into the shower, I went to my bedroom. In there, I moved over to my bed, picked up a collar and locked it around my neck. Turning off the light, I did the rest by touch. I picked up anklecuffs and locked them around my ankles. With a padlock, I connected a short chain to my collar. The other end of the chain already contained a set of handcuffs. Kneeling on the bed, I connected a second chain on my collar, which I already locked to a bedpost. In the middle of this chain, a combination padlock linked two halves against each other. My bedroom was pitchdark and without light, I wouldn't be able to select the 4 digits of the padlock. I was already stuck untill tomorrow morning... I locked into place a small comfortable gag. Tonight I wanted to feel helpless, but I was going to need my mouth tomorrow. Hands shaking, I locked first one, and then the other cuff around my wrists.
Rolling on my back, I immediatly drifted off to fantasy. I wasin deep shit. I woke up in this pitchblack room, not knowing where I was, or why I was chained up so hard. The last thing I recall that after work, I was walking out of the building, I said goodbye to my collegues and went to my car. The parking lot was dark and deserted. Reaching my car, I searched for my keys. Suddenly I get grabbed from behind! I can't see who it is, but before he can lock my arms behind me, I kick back, turn around and try to backhand his jaw with my fisted hand! He catches my hand though, and with a massive punch knocks me out! I then wake up here. My muscles ache and movement is restricted. I can't see a thing, but hear a voice of a man, who's apparently on the phone.
“Hi. Yea, I got her. The little bitch even put up a fight. Not much of a problem though. And tomorrow, I'll see to it that she learns obedience. How late are you here? Good. I'll make sure she's ready..”
I tried to sleep.. Honest to god, I tried.. In a situation like this, if I hadn't done it to myself, I should have been scared out of my mind. I was chained and gagged to a bed, with the outlook of being beaten and abused into submission tomorrow by two men. I either had to try and get out, or try to conserve my strength. I was going to need it tomorrow. I thrashed around a bit in my bonds, but I only got hornyer. Thinking of what was going to happen to me tomorrow, I started fondling myself through the gash in the uniform over my left boob..
I couldn't help myself.. I was such a slut! Here I was, I was chained up helplessly, I was going to be raped and hurt tomorrow in an endurance that was probably going to last hours! And I got turned on by the thought! Due to the handcuffs, I couldn't both fondle and rub myself and as I reached down, through the rip in the crotch of my overall, I cried as I rubbed myself over the edge. I deserved this... I deserved everything I got so far, and everything that was going to happen. A fucking slut... He might as well not have abducted me and simply asked me if he could tie me up and abuse me! But no, that was above me. I was a little tramp. A slut that was meant to be picked up and taken whenever men felt like it. They could rip my clothes off and fuck me in the middle of the workfloor and I would like it!
I moaned in my gag as I came hard! Still with tears in my eyes, I rolled on my side and fell asleep.. My dreams were filled with images of capture and bondage.. I would be tied on one of the workbenches and all my collegues would take me in turns. I would cum over and over as I helplessly trashed agains the steel wires they'd used to tie me down.
Eventually, it becomes morning. A saturday, so I have all the time to myself.. I wake up to find I'm still firmly chained, but I can see the lock. Now for the real work..
Couldn't find a discussion thread for this so I started one.
I discovered this technique once when I happened to play with just the right size sweat pants I had. I shoved the legs through one leg of the garment and the head through the other, and straightened it, and it fit quite tight, completely enclosing me from the ankles to the chin, with the exception of the waisthole that was now behind my back.
The garment had a tightening band in its waist, so I maneuvered to rotate the pants such that the opening was now on my frontside, and I attempted to tighten the band and tie it into a knot it so the hole is shut. As I began to tighten the band, the room inside the garment for arm movement become nearly extinct. There was a pocket near the waist, and I could put one hand through the small protruding pocket and manipulate the rope with that hand and my teeth, and to lesser extent, the other hand. It took me probably hours to do it (should verify it from the video recording sometime), yet I couldn't make it as tight as I hoped. The opening had shrunk to about 5 cm (2 inches) in diameter, I think. Then I struggled to push my arms behind my back, and succeeded. I had been doing all this in a standing position.
When I intentionally laid myself down on the floor (for whatever reason), I discovered that getting out from the predicament was the most challenging physical experience I have ever had. Legs bound together (as it was because they were compressed together inside the other leg of the pants -- I had no other equipment on), arms behind one's back, it is impossible to re-establish an upright position. It was impossible to even lift my back from the floor more than a foot or so, because the garment was so tight. Inchworming against various pieces of furniture I managed to do it after a long time.
I wanted to undo the bondage, but I was really sweaty, and the garment had lots of friction against my sweaty skin, so it took a lot of effort to undo the steps that got me into it. After I managed to open the knot tying the waistband and the waist was reopened, I remember sticking my hands out the waist hole and sighing deeply in relief. Compared to the previous experience, freeing oneself from the garment was now easy.
Deciding in retrospect that the experience was very much fun, I later re-did this a few times, but unfortunately soon the tightening band ripped open from the seams, and the garment itself started to progressively tear. After that, I have unfortunately not found other pants of the same quality. They're either too small, too stretchy providing too much freedom, or too large eliminating all the challenge.
I've done it also with tights (that have feet), and learned that it slides on better if you push your arms up to the same leg of the tights where you push your head into. You get a monoglove (sort of) and a sleepsack in one deal! But unfortunately tights rip in pieces very easily, too. I haven't found a single pair of tights where I could get the waist opening closed wearing it like this before the garment is torn.
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