How To Make A Chest Binder Novels & Stories

I want the thing in the window. I sort through the hangers until I find it near the back. It’s black leather, with a thick collar that connects down the center of the chest to a heavy waist belt. Secondary straps branch off, designed to cage the ribs and wrap around the upper thighs. A leather strap runs from the middle of the back downwards, where it would go through the crack of my ass, connecting to a cock ring in the front. The cock ring is removable, so we’d be able to take it off and replace it with a different one, or leave it off entirely, depending on what Kir wants to do to me.

Before I could even process what she was doing, she sank to her knees, settling between my thighs. She startled me then when she fastened each of my legs to the armchair, using the zip ties to tie calves to the chair’s legs. She rose to her feet and grabbed the rope. She began looping it around my chest, circling the armchair. “You’re going all out, huh?” I said as my eyes followed her. She didn’t say a word, simply tied the rope off behind the chair until I was completely stuck. My chest was pinned to the backrest, and any movement pulled at the bindings, forcing me to stay in place.

“If you’re willing.” She was more than willing. He bound her in front of them all. The process took nearly twenty minutes, starting with a chest harness that framed and lifted her full breasts, then intricate arm ties that pinned her wrists high between her shoulder blades. He added leg ropes and finally connected everything to the ceiling rig. When he lifted her into full suspension, the room seemed to hold its breath. Mia’s body swayed gently, completely open and displayed. The crotch rope pressed firmly between her folds, rubbing her swollen clit with every micro-movement.

What does it matter if we are late? I let her shaking hands go and turn slightly. I hiss as she drapes the cloth doused in herbs on my back; she leaves them there before unrolling the bandage. I hold onto the material tips covering my shoulders while she wraps the bandages around my torso. The dressing is not long enough to do the top half of my back, but the cloth sticks anyway to the drying blood, keeping it covered as my blood seeped into it and held it in place. She ties it off when she is done to hold it in place, and I let my arms fall. My b*****s shoved up my chest from the bandages lifting my bra higher.

I mumbled to Riley. "Want me to come with—" "No." The word came out sharp. "I mean, I'll be quick." I slipped away before he could respond, weaving through clusters of talking boys until I found the washrooms. Inside, I locked myself in a stall and quickly loosened my shirt, checking the bandages wrapped around my chest. They'd shifted slightly during the journey, and I could feel them cutting into my ribs. I unwound them carefully, my breathing becoming easier as the pressure released. Then I rewrapped them tighter, making sure everything lay flat. The binding was uncomfortable, but it had to be flawless. One slip, one moment where someone noticed something off about my silhouette, and I wa

She used her words, just like we taught her. “Such a good girl.” I praised. “Come sit on the edge of the bed.” She did as she was told and I gently laid her back with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I took a moment to appreciate her perfect body before I got to work binding her, using some basic Shibari to create a basic chest harness to push up her luscious tits.

The real world was waiting outside that heavy steel door, and I was already suffocating under the weight of the life I was neglecting. I picked up the thick, canvas chest binder from the counter. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped it tightly around my ribs, hooking the metal clasps into place one by one until my chest was completely flat. The restriction was immediate and punishing. My lungs protested, the tight fabric digging into my bruised skin, but I forced myself to ignore the pain. I pulled a baggy, faded grey hoodie over my head and dragged a pair of loose denim jeans up my hips, completely burying my female frame.

Ash obeyed instantly. Elias took a length of soft, black silk rope. He began to bind Ash’s wrists behind his back, his movements sure and practiced. It wasn’t just a tie; it was an art form. The rope crisscrossed Ash’s chest, highlighting his muscular pecs, framing his nipples. It wrapped around his waist, down to his thighs, forcing his legs slightly apart. His dick and balls were left free, jutting out from the intricate web of rope. He was a work of art, a living sculpture of submission.

I ripped the heavy, shredded leather straps from my ruined steel breastplate, discarding the heavy metal armor entirely to shed weight. I hoisted Elara’s limp body onto my back. I wrapped her arms around my neck, using the thick leather straps to physically bind her wrists together against my collarbone. I used the remaining straps to secure her waist to mine, locking her flush against my back. She was incredibly light, but in a vertical climb, any shifting weight was a death sentence. I rolled my shoulders, testing the bindings. She was secure. Another deafening CRACK echoed through the chamber as the eastern wall of the glacier

she asked as she touched her chest and then slid her hand over them, holding herself and blocking them from view. “Yes.” He said. “They seem a lot bigger than the last time I saw you in a bathing suit.” “No, not really.” She said. “I had to wear a binder most of the time.” “Why would you do that?” he asked as he leaned forward and kissed her nose as he settled on the bed. He already had his cock in his hand, stroking himself to get his cock good and hard for her to have some fun with. “Well, they are large.” She laughed.