It’s actually rather funny and quite telling of my innate love for bdsm like this that I actually designed and wrote down a full-body bondage suit… when I was 12 and didn’t even know what a hard cock looked like! Essentially, it entailed a person being placed in a tight, form-fitting suit and straps being tightened and locked around the body. The person was then strapped into what you’d know as a full-body canvas sleepsack, although I didn’t know what it was at the time. Then the prisoner or patient or whatever was placed in a super thick canvas cylindrical body bag sort of thing and locked inside. Rubber head attachments and attachments to the penis allowed for food, water, an liquid waste disposal. The prisoner would be anchored to the floor of his cell by thick straps, and at night would be placed on a trolley of sorts and be pushed into a locked, secure vault in the wall of his cell. I originally designed it as a witness protection sort of thing. The cells were located about two hundred feet beneath the surface of the earth and the whole complex was contained with two foot thick iron walls, and no one could find it. I guess I thought that restraining and confining a witness would be a lot more safe than just tossing a witness I a house behind barbed wire. I’ve since then burned or destroyed the two dozen pages of drawings or so, but I swear that I did think of all of this when I was twelve and had never even heard of bondage. I also designed other bondage implements in my head. When I was seven, I designed an experiment where a person would be restrained, various life support implements would be strapped to his body, and he would be placed in a coffin and buried for several weeks. I now know that that’s impossible, but I find it amazing that I inherently knew about legitimate forms of bondage and bdsm when I was innocent and young and had ever heard those terms, and didn’t even know what sex was.
It’s actually rather funny and quite telling of my innate love for bdsm like this that I actually designed and wrote down a full-body bondage suit… when I was 12 and didn’t even know what a hard cock looked like! Essentially, it entailed a person being placed in a tight, form-fitting suit and straps being tightened and locked around the body. The person was then strapped into what you’d know as a full-body canvas sleepsack, although I didn’t know what it was at the time. Then the prisoner or patient or whatever was placed in a super thick canvas cylindrical body bag sort of thing and locked inside. Rubber head attachments and attachments to the penis allowed for food, water, an liquid waste disposal. The prisoner would be anchored to the floor of his cell by thick straps, and at night would be placed on a trolley of sorts and be pushed into a locked, secure vault in the wall of his cell. I originally designed it as a witness protection sort of thing. The cells were located about two hundred feet beneath the surface of the earth and the whole complex was contained with two foot thick iron walls, and no one could find it. I guess I thought that restraining and confining a witness would be a lot more safe than just tossing a witness I a house behind barbed wire. I’ve since then burned or destroyed the two dozen pages of drawings or so, but I swear that I did think of all of this when I was twelve and had never even heard of bondage. I also designed other bondage implements in my head. When I was seven, I designed an experiment where a person would be restrained, various life support implements would be strapped to his body, and he would be placed in a coffin and buried for several weeks. I now know that that’s impossible, but I find it amazing that I inherently knew about legitimate forms of bondage and bdsm when I was innocent and young and had ever heard those terms, and didn’t even know what sex was.