I love, love, love, love bondage in all of its many forms. Rope, wrap, leather, latex, even forced German Shepherd bondage (more about that in a minute), it's all good.
Especially rope fascinates me, it always has, and it's something that I've developed over the years - using traditional sources and techniques mixed with my own experimentation. I also knit, as anyone who has worked alongside me at any of the commercial dungeons where I have plyed my trade can attest, and this also fuels my bondage fires.
The sense of complete control over someone - restricting their breath, their movements - is powerful indeed, and something that I'd generally incorporate into most sessions, even if it was not the main focus.
Until a few years ago, I had an amazing German Shepherd - he was a massive dog, about 125 pounds, all muscle. Furry, gorgeous, and fiercely intelligent, I could walk the streets of NYC in the middle of the night with my dog at my side, no leash required, and he wouldn't so much as look off to the side as we walked, stride for stride. Intimidating? You betcha - folks would jump off the sidewalk to clear a path for this mighty beast. Sweet? Well not exactly - super sweet with me, guarded with strangers, dominating with other dogs. Answered to commands primarily in German. In other words, the absolutely right kind of animal you want to have by your side in this crazy world.
His name was Schnuff.
I would occasionally bring Schnuff with me into sessions - he has assisted in the training of many human "puppies"... that's a story for another time... and provided the right level of intimidation and realism that many of my sessions required.
Schnuff was exceedingly obedient and intelligent - it was simply impossible to train him to do stupid parlour tricks, he simply wasn't interested. He would look me in the eye as if to say "Oh come on, that's sooooo undignified"... yet still picking up the task if I insisted.
I generally had Schnuff somewhere in my dungeon in case of emergency. I'd be willing to bet that 99% of my clients had no idea.
Schnuff was involved in many sessions over the years, but one purrticular session sticks out as purrticularly special:
I had a bondage client alone in my dungeon. His first time with me. He was someone who was experienced, but not as experienced as he had let on (why do clients lie about their level of experience? why do we lie when we go to the doctor?), and after spending over an hour enveloping him in a web of rope and placing him into a leather bodybag, he had started to complain. To bitch, to whine, to start trying to manipulate me into untying here, loosening there....
Now I understand that a lot of clients are a bit like spoiled, prissy children - other "Mistresses" have let them get away with a lot, or they have been able to direct their sessions - but I'm a bit of a hardass. A Dominant. A Top.
The more he complained, the more irritated I got. He kept trying to untie himself (a challenge to me - "oh, I've never been in inescapable bondage, no one has ever been able to do that to me"), and instead Houdini managed to not only mess up my beautiful rope web but make the bonds even tighter! I wasn't willing to cut my beautiful ropes (I only do so in a medical emergency), so I bitch-slapped him and started to untie the ropes myself.
But first I called over Schnuff.
Schnuff sat next to me and looked down at my client. The look in my client's eyes was really priceless - not only was he afraid of dogs, but this one looked like he meant business. When he started to protest again, I stuck a towel in his mouth (thou doth protesteth too much, my dear) and got back to a neat, orderly, untying. The layers of rope came loose slowly (he had fucked it up royally by pulling and struggling), but as he couldn't bitch anymore with that towel in his mouth, I didn't feel purrticularly stressed about loosening him quickly. Once the ropes were completely off, he stood up quickly and again launched into his tirade that "he couldn't be held, had never been in inescapable bondage" and that I was just as bad at this as every other Mistress he had ever seen....
Now, some dogs are trained to not let someone in the house. A good technique to be sure, but still there are determined intruders who might try to get past even a good dog with a big steak, or some other treat.
Schnuff was trained to not let someone leave.Even without my asking, Schnuff moved into position, slowly and non-aggressively, walking slowly toward my client who backed toward the corner.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked.
He complained again, this time including my dog. Who did I think I was, I couldn't be really dominant, blah blah blah...
So I instructed Schnuff not to let him leave.
Schnuff sat there, and every time my client tried to make a move away from the wall, he merely lifted his lip a tiny bit and let out the lowest, deepest slight growl. My client shrunk back against the wall.
"The more you complain, the longer I'll have him keep you there", I told him. And I sat down, pulled out a magazine, and began to read. About 30 minutes passed, the magazine was now fully absorbed, and I walked into the other room of my dungeon. Schnuff didn't move even a muscle, one ear turning toward the sound of my walking away was his only reaction.
"Don't leave me here!" my client screamed... "Not with this dog"!
"So, then you agree that you cannot escape from this bondage?" I said. "Schnuff doesn't have any other plans for the day, he can stay as long as you can".
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I agree! Inescapable bondage! I can't escape! Now get this dog away from me!!!!". He was actually crying now.
You can only begin to imagine how much I loved this. I called Schnuff, and he ran to my side, turned around, and sat down right next to me. I instructed my client to get dressed and get the hell out of my dungeon. Still crying and now sweating, he put on his clothes. Schnuff and I watched. When he was finished, I told him to get down on his hands and knees and crawl out of my dungeon - that this was the only thing that would not ignite my dog's chase-and-kill instinct, and that even my dog had proved that he was the better man. Quickly, obediently, my client dropped to his knees and began to crawl toward the door.
"The first truly Dominant woman I've ever met. Thank you, Mistress", he muttered as he opened the door and crawled toward the street.
It was a big Snausage day for Schnuff. He earned it!
Katja Minx
www.katja-minx.com
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