While I’m on the subject of unusual dungeon equipment, here’s an interesting bondage box from the English Mansion. I’ve never seen anything similar in any playspace I’ve visited, which, now I think about it, seems kind of surprising. I imagine it’d be quite a head trip and it doesn’t look too hard to manufacture. Although maybe it would be tricky to use? You couldn’t really wrap someone in place, so you’d have to wrap them first, and then somehow get them into the box. Of course you could always use a leather body bag with it rather than mummification, combined with packing material to pad for different body shapes.
I love the objectification element of it, although I’m not sure how my mild claustrophobia would cope. From the clasps on the side, I assume there’s a lid that would go on. That’s simultaneously hot and scary.
The lady on the other end of the nipple lamps is of course Mistress T.
Years ago – decades, actually – I read a sci-fi story in which there was some kind of virus that turned one’s internal organs, muscle tissue, etc., into jelly. A lot of people were kept barely alive by keeping them in some kind of foam-lined box that would support their weight and keep them from having to move around.
Anyhow, I just came here for a better view of Mistress T.
I think death sounds a better option than being a human jellyfish in a box. Unless that was your particular kink of course.
Can’t argue with the Mistress T ogling. She’s lovely. I wish I’d crossed paths with her in Vancouver when she was still doing general pro-domme stuff.
-paltego