I knew Master was watching and I could no longer contain myself anyhow I squatted like a dog and peed. I could crawl on all fours across the entire yard in a straight line but I didn’t go more than a couple feet. To my collar was fixed a chain that was connected to a pulley on an overhead clothesline. “I even fixed you with a nice ring gag so you can bark louder for me,” Master said, pleased with his forethought. I was told to walk on all fours, to pee like a good puppy, and to bark when I wanted back inside. Master took the time to paint my entire nude body white with black spots like a Dalmation. It was a different plug that had long, black plastic-like streamers coming from its base not dissimilar to those you might see coming from the handlebars of a Harley. The brand, as silly as it may sound, was insignificant to me at the time.īefore that, I was plugged with what Master said was my tail. My innocence, it occurred to me, was gone like the space in my anal cavity I was at that point only a toy. I don’t know what was more horrifying: seeing the brand and knowing it was permanent, or seeing the plug and realizing anal sex is no longer the major “obstacle” to overcome in my slavery.
“SLUT,” it said, in capital letters and underlined with a long bullwhip that curled at the end. Master took a picture of my new brand and showed it to me. I became accustomed to the plug and even forgot it was there. My knees were red, my wrists sore from the cuffs, my back ached and felt as though no amount of chiropractic therapy could help. He laughed at my dry, chapped lips I could only cry. Master had to apply water and use his fingers to encourage my lips to separate from the rubber ball. He wished me sweet dreams but little sleep and no dreams were to be had.īy morning, my lips were literally stuck to the ball gag. Before the door was shut and locked, I felt a terrible burning sensation-a branding I figured from the smell of burning flesh-then I was used anally, plugged with the same plug that is in me now, and left to sleep. A strap was secured around my waist and fastened to bars on the top of the cage, thus forcing my ass in the air. My collar was padlocked to a ring at the bottom of the cage, thus forcing my head to the ground. Twenty-four hours ago I was hunched over in a 4×4 cage, one hardly big enough for a dog much less a human.
This situation, I think to myself, is paradise compared previous sleeping arrangements I’ve endured. It’s true-here I lay, atop my Master’s bare chest, hands cuffed, body used, bruised and sore, a plug in my anus and nude except for the padlocked chastity belt that covers my pussy and keeps a butt plug in place-and I could not be happier or more free. “The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears,” a Native American proverb says. Happiness, I have heard, means nothing without sadness. “Could I be happier?” I asked myself with a glassy-eyed smile. His heart beat steadily mine was going a nonstop. The cold steel of the handcuffs, the tools that held my hands securely behind my back, were pressing sharply into my skin. I could feel a tear slowly running down the side of my cheek. However, many suits still retain the original idea of restraint.Reading Time: 13 minutes Extreme BDSM Story – No Limits Today, gimp suits are more an objectification and humiliation tool, meant more to degrade the wearer to a sexual "toy" as opposed to partner. Although I have no confirmation on this (I wasn't around to watch the conception of the term), it seems most likely that it was termed a "gimp" suit because it essentially handicapped the user, making them a more classical "gimp." I've discussed this terminology before, and that is the best I've ever come up with.
#Bdsm gimp play full#
The gimp suit was a veritable full body restraint. The "gimp suit" originally expanded on this idea, with several latch points for external restraints, stiff fabrics and even stiffer reinforcements, and various other points of restraint. A common theme in a lot of bondage play was the limitation of the submissive's ability to move, whether it be via handcuff, leash, or restrictive clothes such as corsets. It can first be observed in erotic BDSM literature around the described time period.īased on some of these texts, it seems that the original "gimp suits" were more of a complicated full body restraint than a full body harness/shame-cover as they are more typically viewed today.
#Bdsm gimp play movie#
It does not originate from the Quentin Tarantino movie Pulp Fiction. Gimp suit as a BDSM term is believed to have originated in the late seventies or early eighties, although its original usage differs slightly from what we are familiar with today.
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