Bound, Masked & Electrified with Elise Graves

I begin stretched out across the bed, my long legs extended, arms reaching overhead. My hands are secured inside leather mitts, while heavy wooden stocks hold my wrists firmly in place, bolted directly to the bed. My feet are trapped in unforgiving ballet boots, which are secured by their own wooden stocks. With my waist tightly corseted, there is nowhere for me to go. I am completely at Elise’s mercy.

Then Elise asks me a question: have I ever worn a gas mask?

“No.”

That answer seems to delight her.

Elise isn’t just going to introduce me to the experience of wearing a gas mask—she has something much more elaborate in mind. She wants to control my access to air with the ventilator, and suddenly I realize just how focused I’m going to have to be.

The gas mask transforms my look, framing my face and making my doe eyes stand out even more. But the cute appearance is deceptive. Elise gives me some helpful guidance about becoming one with the ventilator and learning its rhythm. Then she switches the machine on and connects the long orange hose to my mask.

The entire energy in the room changes.

Suddenly, breathing is all I can think about. I have to pay attention to every breath, every rhythm, every sensation. There’s no room for distraction.

Of course, Elise knows exactly how to create distractions.

She attaches electro clamps to my nipples, adding another layer of sensation that makes concentrating considerably harder. Then she introduces an electric *****, periodically adjusting the ventilator so that the rhythm of my breathing becomes increasingly demanding.

And that’s when the real internal struggle begins.

Do I focus on my breathing?

Or do I focus on everything else Elise is doing to me? Can I even *** with all this going on?

Trying to concentrate on both at once is far more challenging than I expected. I’m restrained, completely dependent on the equipment, and compelled to stay focused on the rhythm Elise has chosen for me.

It becomes an exercise in concentration, control, and surrender—and Elise is clearly enjoying watching me struggle to keep all three together.