How To Make A Chest Binder Novels & Stories

My hands were against each opposite forearm as the vampire tied up my wrists. My upper arms, just below the shoulders, were encircled several times by the rope to provide more restriction. From their branch points, the rope was made to go across my chest. One section above my breasts, and one below it. Finally, the knot was tied expertly on the center of my back, holding it all together. The piece holding my wrists was attached to that center knot as well, and I found I couldn't move my arms at all. Nope, I was completely restricted.

"I want to bind you properly tonight. Celebrate how much trust you've given me." Consent was immediate, enthusiastic. She stripped slowly while he watched, then stood naked as he began the ritual of tying. The process itself was meditative, erotic, his fingers deliberate, rope sliding over skin, creating diamond patterns across her chest, framing her breasts, then down her torso in a harness that cinched her waist and secured her arms behind her back in a box tie. He added thigh cuffs, connected them to ankle restraints, leaving her kneeling on the bed, open, displayed, exquisite.

he said gruffly. For this he supplied a leather harness. He wrapped it around her middle like a corset. Like the historical version of that garment, it lifted but didn’t cover her breasts. Unlike it, it attached by a system of straps and rings to hooks on the rack. The harness took the weight of her forward lean, holding her perfectly. “Test it,” Trey said.

He stepped by me, placing a hand low on my waist, and took the purple rope, unbinding it slowly. “Spread your legs amator meus (my lover).” I did as I was told, opening my legs to hip width, watching him closely. As he unfurled the rope he draped it around my neck, the rope hanging to the floor and pooling there. It was soft against my skin, sliding easily as he crossed it at the base of my throat, tying a knot there with the four strands, 2 on either side. He then split the strands and pulled them slightly to the side, making a pair of knots, once finished crossed one set across my back and the other through the valley of my breasts. In the center of my chest, he made a knot there, with a s

Once she found the right measurements she then walks back over to her note pad before recording the numbers. "Okay honey, we're almost done. Please raise your arms by your side and make a T." She says as she makes her way back over to me. I follow her instructions before allowing her to wrap the ribbon around my chest area as well as both of my arms and even my neck. Once she was done she then records the numbers one last time before putting the tape measurer away. I stand awkwardly in the middle of the room as I use my hands to cover myself as I watch her pull out a digital camera.

Two of them. He knelt in front of me, his presence overwhelming. “Put your hands behind your back.” I did as I was told, my wrists touching. He took one of the belts and expertly wrapped it around my wrists, pulling it tight, the leather biting into my skin. He wasn't just tying me up; he was binding me. He used the second belt to create a loop, connecting my bound wrists to the heavy wooden bedpost behind me, forcing me to arch my back, pushing my breasts forward.

He began to bind her. First the chest harness. The rope looped beneath her breasts, cinched tight so they were lifted and framed, nipples thrust forward like offerings. Every knot he tied pressed the silk against her skin and sent sparks straight to her clit. He worked downward in perfect diamond patterns, rope framing her ribs, her waist, her hips. When he reached her cunt he paused. He parted her folds with two fingers, stroked once, twice, gathering her wetness, then threaded the rope between her legs so a thick knot settled directly on her clit. He pulled it snug. The slightest shift of her weight ground the knot against her swollen bud and made her knees buckle.

He ripped off the lower half of her skirt and left her jade-like legs naked in the breeze. "Stop! Stop!" Xiao Chen's eyes were bloodshot. He was like a bound-up, raging dragon. The parts of his body trussed tightly by the Immortal-Binding Rope was dripping with blood. The more he struggled, the tighter the boundage. A short while later, his whole body was already distorted.

“You’re going to enjoy this.” Her breaths quicken as I secure a chain around her wrist, attaching it to the overhead beam, pulling her arm taut, allowing a tension that holds her still but doesn’t overwhelm. I repeat the process on her other arm, feeling her muscles tense beneath my touch, yielding to the bindings as I work.

I shrugged, “I think that is my design and for my dress/gown designs. I like designing for all sizes.” He wrapped his arms around me, “Another reason to love you. Wait a minute. That front neckline goes almost all the way to your belly button. How are you going to wear a bra?” I smiled, “I have breast covers with body tape. That tape will hold them where they are supposed to be until I use a special solution to take them off. Almost like gorilla glue.”