Sadie is bound to enjoy being bound

The day flies by as I think about introducing bondage into my streaming. I tease it out in many social media posts and the responses keep growing so I know I’m in for a monster night. After dinner, I make sure everything is set up. While the teases were for tying up my arm, I set out several precut pieces of rope that’ll work for tying my torso to the chair. I’m sure I’d be fine with only one arm tied up, but I want to experience being bound in front of my audience with both of my hands free first. With the rope just out of sight from the camera, I make sure my shears are nearby. Without my arms being bound I shouldn’t have any problem getting out of the rope, but I don’t want any doubt. The shears are my safety. Well… they’re my first safety. The second one is letting Sarah know what I’ll be playing at. As I expected, she’d seen my social media posts and was excited to see what I had in mind. I let her know what to expect and that I might need her help, just in case things go really bad.

With everything in place, and as much safety as I could imagine, I start the stream. I tease the audience for a bit while I go through our normal process to see what game we’ll be playing tonight. Finally, when the chat is full of demands for bondage, I bring out the rope and what I hope is a playful smile. I could just wrap the rope around the chair and my upper torso, tying a knot in it securely, pretty easily. But I could also game pretty easily. That doesn’t entice the audience. That doesn’t keep them. So, I play with it. I play with my audience. When I feel I have them on the edges of their seats I lean into the camera and put it out that I’ll need extra tips in order to bind myself to the chair for tonight’s stream. I’d intended to only ask for $1,000 but the audience was so excited that they were already close to that number, and I decided to see just how far I could pull them. I told them I’d need $2000 in tips in order to bind myself. $2,500 for a bonus bonding.

My audience again surprises me. With over $1000 additional tips requested I expected to start the game up and be playing for a half hour before I hit the mark. But by the time I got the game up and was in the intro menu, I saw my screen explode with the pre-programed animation. My tips were currently sitting at $2058.

I give my audience a wink and pull my portrait up to full screen so they can watch me instead of the game. With several flourishes, showing off the rope and especially showing where I was going to bind myself, I wrap it around my chest twice just below my breasts. I tie it off with an exaggerated bow and show that I’m now attached to the chair.

The audience seems quite pleased, and I’m sure plenty of that is how the rope lifts my breasts up just a bit more than normal. But a promise is a promise and I’m already feeling that bondage might become a regular part of my steaming.

After a little more teasing and showing off, I finally get into the game, reducing my image to the corner while they watch me play Amidst Us. The tips slow down to a trickle, but that’s one of the things I was testing. Would my tips be up by the end of the night, or would I end up with the same amount with all of it donated in the first few minutes? A half hour into the stream I had my answer. The screen animation again took me by surprise showing that we’d hit our next goal. $2500 in tips.

Pausing the game, I let everybody know that I’m happy to move on to the bonus bidding. I break up in honest laughter as I try to lean forward for the next piece of rope, only to remember that I CAN’T lean forward. I’m on the struggle bus for a bit, while I figure out how to reach far enough forward for the next piece of rope. When I get it though, I can see from the chat history that the audience is eating it up. Not just seeing me bound but seeing me struggle in the bindings. If that’s what they want, then this should certainly help.

I use this next piece of rope to also bind my chest to the chair, but this time it goes above my breasts, making them squeeze together enticingly. Moreso, I actually use this longer piece of rope to go around my upper arms as well as my chest, limiting my arm movement as well. Sure, my elbows and lower arms are still free, and I can easily reach the two exaggerated knots… but I am now distinctly affixed to the chair and can barely reach my keyboard and mouse. I could probably pull them closer to the edge of the desk, but everybody seemed to like seeing me struggle so I leave them where they are and make myself pull the whole chair forward just so I can get back into the game.

The rest of the stream goes off great with the tips continuing to come in and the audience begging for more. When I sign off, I make a big show of being bound and having to crane my neck forward in order to get my hand to my lips for my expected blowing kiss and “Au revoir mes amours!”

Without specifically seeing her name in the chat, I recognize that Sarah was watching as she’s in my room no more than five minutes after I finish the stream. I’m already out of the rope so I’m able to stand up and accept her excited hug and kiss. I feel my happiness move up a notch as her excitement is infectious “Oh my God Sadie that was so damned sexy and fun! I’m a little jelly as I should have been doing that myself! Now if I do it, it’ll look like I’m copying you!”

We chat for a bit and both agree that I can’t do that every stream. In fact, I need to let that one stream go out and populate on all the various platforms and see if there’s any pushback. If someone has a problem with it, it would be easy to take down one video and ignore it going forward. But if someone catches it and I’ve done half a dozen streams with binding myself, that could get awkward and possibly not only demonetize my videos, but it could also get me banned.

I end the night with another affirmational devotional, and it really does help center me. Help me think of myself as a woman and not as a confused man. Combined with the sex the previous night I was feeling particularly feminine when I slept and had more natural dreams that night. Feminine dreams.

The next morning, I take advantage of not working out with Marley to go over the analytics of my first bondage stream. I almost drop my spoon full of cereal when I see that not only did my tips jump up quickly and not only did they continue to pop to get to my bonus binding… they continued all night. It takes me about a half hour to get all the data together, but it’s undeniable. My first bondage stream was my most profitable stream ever. I’d have to have his numbers to confirm, but I’d wager it was more profitable than Louis’ and my date night.

And better than the profit, after scouring all the comments, dislikes, and people unsubscribing, I can’t find a single indication that I’m even close to getting a warning or getting demonetized. There are zero complaints or negative comments that would draw attention, even on UsTube where the audience tends to be more mainstream. The money from UsTube isn’t nearly as good as my live streams on Tremble and other platforms, nor is it as profitable as my subscriptions, but it still pulls in enough money that I wouldn’t want to jeopardize it. But it looks like there isn’t any risk at all.

Even so, I decide to leave my Friday Date Night stream alone. No bondage. I want to give it at least another full day to see if there are any waves.

Friday’s Date Night stream goes off smoothly. There are many comments in the chat requesting more bondage, but the audience for the most part focuses on me playing Obey/Command Me! as it’s clear now that I’ll end up a **** to my five demon roommates. I even get to my first ‘****’ command in the game when one of my roomies tells me to wash the dishes. It had been an ongoing gag through the game as none of my roommates wanted to wash the dishes, but I was able to push it off most of the time and only do my ‘fair share’ of the chore. Tonight, when I was told to do the dishes, the game didn’t even offer me a choice of not doing it. I could either do it happily, or I could mumble my discontent while doing it. Either way, I was doing the dishes.

After the stream I feel the buzzing on my wrist and get ready for my devotional. But where I was ready for another night of affirmations, it seems Sarah was mixing it up and having me doing something more sexual again. And once I realized what the devotional was working on, I felt the ache in my caged penis grow substantially. I had to get up on the bed on my hands and knees along with my longer anal toy. I had to lay my one arm on the bed and use the other to play with myself, leaving my head to rest on the bedspread and mimic my position with Sarah/Louis the other night. The devotional music, the repeated motions, the videos of women being made love to, and of course the sensations of the dildo repeatedly hitting my prostate were all pleasing and amazing, but it still came up short leaving me trembling and breathless with the ‘Congratulations Princess, your nightly devotionals are complete. Sleep well!’ message. It’s no surprise that it takes me about an hour to finally drift off to sleep.

I let myself sleep in on Saturday and have a relaxing day off line. I made sure I sent out some social media posts and had a quick vlog chat but kept it about games and didn’t even mention the bondage. But before I went to sleep, I check my analytics and still don’t see any problem arising from the bondage stream and videos. The only difference is that it’s getting more views and repeat views than my other videos. Sure, the views still drop off quickly over time, but it was distinctly viewed more than other streams. More even than my Date Night streams.

After another affirmational devotional night and another good night of feminine dreams, I wake up Sunday in a great and relaxed mood. Even before I’m done with my first cup of coffee, I decide that I’m going to have another bondage stream. This will simply serve as another test since my streams on Sundays, even honest to God fun streams, are only spartanly viewed. If playing with bondage can give me a good Sunday stream, then it might just make it to most of my streaming.

As soon as breakfast is done, I send out a social media post of the skein of pink rope with the tag ‘Looks like I’m going to be TIED UP tonight. Come on and watch at eight eastern!’

The posts don’t burn the world down, Sunday posts never do, but it still gets more interactions than my normal ones on Sundays. I spend most of the day practicing my next moves as I want to up the game and see if I can get anywhere close to the same interaction. By the time eight o’clock rolls around, I’m more than ready for both the torso and the extra bindings I want to try.

At eight sharp, I start the stream. I let my audience know from the get-go that this won’t be a gaming stream, and will just be a chat. I start off with the normal ‘how are you doing’ and ‘this is how my weekend went’ type of conversations, all the while watching the requests for bondage jump higher and higher in the chat. When I think I’ve teased enough I finally show the pieces of rope and wink at the camera. I let them know that I’ll only be asking for $1500 to bind myself, but I’ll include both torso bindings for that. $2000 though will earn the next bonus.

I have to lean back and laugh out loud behind my hand as the chat goes wild. Without actually hiring anybody or even officially assigning anybody to moderator roles, I’ve naturally developed several users that have earned the respect of the rest of my audience. They work diligently to keep the chat focused, primarily pointing out that before people can ask others to donate, that they should donate themselves.

I keep the chat going as some people honestly don’t seem to care about the bondage or tips and we talk a bit about games and music. Just as we start bringing up old movies, with no surprise whatsoever that someone brought up the 1996 Wachowski’s classic ‘Bound’, the animation explodes all over the screen. I make a point to not describe what I’m doing or even point out that I’m tying myself to my chair, and instead just keep chatting about how I liked Jennifer Tilly’s character but believed Joe Pantoliano’s acting to be really under rated for this film.

I make sure the ropes are tighter than before, now comfortable that I can sit tight like this cozily for hours. After we move on and talk about the Matrix movies, practically everybody agreeing that the first one is pure gold while each of the three sequels got progressively worse, the animation again explodes over the screen, and I see that we’re already over $2000. Smirking at the camera, I pull out another piece of rope and let everybody know I’m going to have to focus on this. It’s simply not easy to tie my arm, just above the elbow, to the chair using only one hand. It’s even more difficult to tie my other arm in the same position with an arm already bound to the chair, but about eight minutes later I’m smiling back up at the camera.

My breasts are on full display in their tight t-shirt, being bound both above and below. My arms are held to my body by the upper rope around my chest and are each bound to the chair individually with rope just above my elbows. I work to keep my smile on and natural, but it’s more than a little anxiety inducing to be in this position. I can’t get the thought out of my head that if I heard Sarah yell that there was a fire, it would take me minutes to get out of these bindings. I could do it… but it would take time.

The fact that it nearly completely immobilizes me, making using the keyboard and mouse all but impossible, doesn’t bother me but the audience loves it. We keep chatting for another hour or so. There are plenty of requests to go further, but I make it clear that I’m not going to talk about the bondage directly and instead just let them enjoy seeing me keep forgetting that I’m tied up. Like whenever I go for a sip of water and jerking the chair. Or when I go to type and have to scootch myself right up against the desk to get my fingernails on the keyboard. I even ‘accidentally’ push the mouse too hard once so that I have to dramatically lean hard to the right to get my hand close enough to get it again.

The pièce de resistance, however, comes after I sign off. I thought the best part would be that I could barely touch the tips of my fingers to my lips for my kiss throw and “Au revoir mes amours!” but I quickly topped it when I suddenly couldn’t reach the key to stop the stream. My streams have always ended smoothly. A thrown kiss, a flirty “Au revoir mes amours!”, and a couple key presses to end everything through automation. Only this time I couldn’t reach the F3 key for my automated shut down. And the audience immediately knew why the stream didn’t stop. They got to watch me struggle to get my fingers on the keyboard enough to pull it toward me, but even that wasn’t easy as my arms were limited in just how much they could maneuver side to side.

What really told me that it was a success was hearing Sarah’s laughter outside of my door even before I got the fist rope off of my arm.