Miss Julanni

The book was written with enchanted ink, and I have risen from its pages. Me: female, petite, just turned 40 a couple months ago, but still getting carded, lesbian but flexible, former sub turned domme. This blog is mostly about bondage fetish and power exchange relationships. I'll be posting a lot of my fiction, plus some stuff about myself, and posts from others that closely match my own tastes. Some of my fiction is copyrighted "Julanni's author" and dated earlier than I would have written it. This makes more sense when you understand that I am a fictional character and displaying earlier works from my author.

[latexdump]

[restrainedredraven]

When I see a captivating image like this I remind myself how adept humans are at adjusting to even the most incredible lifestyle changes until they become the new norm.

Then I wonder how long I'd have to spend like this before it becomes strange to imagine feeling no latex pressing against my skin, or moving without the clink of chains from each limb, or trying to sleep without the guidance of those chains and wondering what I'm supposed to do with my hands.

[missjulanni]

I love how @restrainedredraven comments on the normalization of kink, and specifically this combination of sleeping in latex encasement and chained spread eagle to the bed. It seems to me the normalization can be slowed to some degree by introducing elements of kink and fetish over time. A few nights chained to the bed can be followed by a few night unchained, but wearing latex, then a few nights with a mix, but not full encasement yet. This way the excitement doesn't get a chance to wane very much, and she finds herself squirming with need as she is left unable to touch herself. But she then enjoys you touching her where her hands can't reach. But you don't bring her fully to the pleasure she seeks, and she remains wanting more.

Over the following weeks, fewer nights are spent without latex or chains. Perhaps different restraints that can be safely applied for overnight, holding her captive in a different position. You could spoon her, your hands freely roaming her body as you fall asleep. leaving her craving more of your teasing touch. You have begin introducing her to a blindfold on certain nights, and now she wears it more often than not. But the earplugs are new, and she loves the surprise of not knowing where she will feel your hand or your lips or a toy. At this point, some sort of bondage is expected, and she comes to realize her last time sleeping without bonds is already in her past. The thought thrills her. She is your bedtime captive and still she finds herself wanting more.

If you plan it well, you could keep her excited and spend an entire year or more slowly bringing her to the point we see in the image above. Encased completely in latex, only her nostrils feeling the air in the room, or sensing your aroma as your face draws near to hers, some form of bondage holding her throughout the night that she couldn't possibly escape from, and she struggles just to prove that to herself, rejoicing in her own captivity, thrilling to have become your property. A gag strictly controls her mouth, earplugs and further covering of her hears add deafness to the blinding of her hood. Excited all the time, she pants hard through the nostril holes, her lungs sometimes burning to take in enough oxygen to feed her joyful struggles. Perhaps there's a toy invading her, deepening her excitement and proving just how completely she belongs to you. And perhaps she thrills to the way your remote control teases her. Will she be allowed an orgasm tonight? Will she be forced to endure five in a row for your entertainment? Or will she be pushed to the edge of that ecstasy, compelled to strain for that last little bit to crest the wave, but forever denied and adoring your intimate control of her.

And then, one evening, the thought crosses her mind. If it has taken a year for you to have guided her this deeply into such wonderful kink, where will you bring her within the coming year.

Happy new year.

@alexiabloodrose

[black-white-and-leather]

[missjulanni]

It's been a long time since I've tied this foot binding on an excited pet. This binding is great for tethering the foot away from the body, such as spread eagle on the bed, or even inverted suspension. But in the case of inverted suspension, erring on the side of caution, I would also make certain other parts of the body would also share the load, to decrease the possibility of inadvertent injury.

I came across this image and my mind instantly spun back in time to when I was binding lots of ladies and a few men in fun and creative ways, also giving a few classes on rope safety and binding techniques. Those were fun days. Hopefully, my future will bring me back full circle to such fun times.

Just for reference, I tied this weave just a little differently, covering the entire top of the foot and looping around the big toe, which spreads the pressure of the tether across the entire foot, so the bind can be safely endured for a much longer playtime.

[x-empyre-blog]

Added to His Collection 34/Straitjacket Hell 😈

[sub-y-bunny]

It doesn’t look like hell to me…

[missjulanni]

I have to agree with @sub-y-bunny. It looks to me like a submissive's wet dream cum true; a frustrating paradise of helpless stuggle and worthless effort, striving continually for a goal that will never be reached. And then extra straps are added, just to remind you that nobody has said you'd be released any time soon.

It's okay, when you wake in the morning, I'll spoon-feed you breakfast before immediately gagging you again, and your day of struggling can begin all over again.

[missjulanni]

I don't care how old you are. If you're into bondage, you're my kind of lady. It took a lot of work, but creating this image was fun. I've even got a couple versions in different art styles, such as origami. Yeah, this is sometimes what I do with my spare time. The trick is to actually find spare time.

[you-must-be-tied-up-very-tight]

In storage

100 % of my girl's body so deliciously stored in skin tight latex, corset and boots......hung..... strapped.....gagged.....and plugged......

Mine........so mine to play with.......tight......but I still plan on tightening her corset more....... pulling those straps another notch tighter ..........

I won't be able to keep my hands off her........I won't ever want to let her go........ This is what she craves.......

[alexiabloodrose]

Is this how you want me? :)

[missjulanni]

Oh, yes, Alexia. This is how I want you. Tight latex, tight corset, tight bondage and tight gag.

I can imagine you rather excited as I dress you and bind you, helping you begin your adventure in helplessness. I'd run my hands along your body, tracing your curves, loving the slick feel of the polished latex. You would surely squirm and gyrate provocatively, and look absolutely marvelous.

But then I would leave you alone. You would remain there, untouched, not even paid attention to, for a very long time. I would hear your plaintive cries, your words garbled by the gag, but your begging clear in your voice, coming from the room you are unable to leave. At last I enter.

"Stop. Listen to me. This is what you told me you wanted. You can't manage to spend an afternoon like this, how will you make it through the night? Relax, I'll make a deal with you. Just remember, I'm in control, so the deal is either what I say, or it's no deal at all. Right?

"Okay, here's the deal: We continue just like we are, and you spend the next twenty four hours like this. But I doubt you'll do very well. Or, you beg me to touch you any way I desire, this includes sex toys, and after a fun play session, fun for me anyway, I'll take you down, but still keep you bound as I set you up in a more comfortable bondage. If you would rather that, you may begin begging for it. No, the gag stays."

@alexiabloodrose

[missjulanni]

Tied Forever

copyright 2024 Julanni O

Tied Forever, eh? The concept of falling into the controlling hands of someone who enjoys keeping you helplessly bound in one way or another, and learning that the intention of your captor is to keep you trapped in perpetual bondage, is to some of us a very hot idea. And it's not an impossible idea to actually make happen.

Sure, the joints need to move and the muscles need to stretch, and the rigger of your bondage needs to watch for signs of circulation constriction, nerve damage and bruising of tendons. Clearly, you can't stay tied in a particular position for a terribly long time and expect to remain healthy. But it's easily possible to be transitioned from one form of bondage to another without being allowed any freedom between each binding. And long nights can be spent in more comfortable bondage, like a mummifying sleep sack, or a snug straitjacket, while during the day, your time can be spent between several different forms of captivity that will challenge you a great deal more. And personally, I love spoon feeding a helpless cutie who knows she'll be punished if she doesn't eat all I give her. And, yes, you guessed correctly; the food is definitely laced with powerful aphrodisiacs, because I love to see you squirming in horny need. And I keep you dressed in tight latex because I love watching your body writhe in deeply frustrated desire.

So, as horny as you get while struggling to find a comfortable position, you can enjoy knowing this: I'm also very wet as I'm changing your bondage and watching you struggle, while you're ever failing to either get free, or find a way to satisfy your constant erotic hunger. So, in a way, I'm suffering, too. But tease and denial is such a sweet form of suffering.

[alexiabloodrose]

I'd love being tied forever 😘

[missjulanni]

My sweet Alexia, I have no doubt that you are enamored by the idea of being held helpless in a constant set of restraints that often change configuration, to challenge you in different ways. And to be constantly clad in maddeningly tight latex attire, revealing your every curve and dimple while gleaming in the light. And I'm certain you would appreciate your groin constantly feeling an urgent need to push it's continual arousal to the point of climax, while it always remains just out of reach.

Oh, I'd let you enjoy that crescendo every now and then, but you'd quickly find yourself still needing more and unable to reach the next crest. Brief moments of intense joy amid extended hours or days of desire and longing.

One bit of advice I would offer you is this: As much as I would love to be the woman keeping you in this insane captivity, for your pleasure and mine, you would do better with someone who would not find real life constantly pulling her attention elsewhere. I love you, but you deserve someone who will focus on you alone and give you all you need. Then, this fantasy becomes possible.

[missjulanni]

Tied Forever

copyright 2024 Julanni O

Tied Forever, eh? The concept of falling into the controlling hands of someone who enjoys keeping you helplessly bound in one way or another, and learning that the intention of your captor is to keep you trapped in perpetual bondage, is to some of us a very hot idea. And it's not an impossible idea to actually make happen.

Sure, the joints need to move and the muscles need to stretch, and the rigger of your bondage needs to watch for signs of circulation constriction, nerve damage and bruising of tendons. Clearly, you can't stay tied in a particular position for a terribly long time and expect to remain healthy. But it's easily possible to be transitioned from one form of bondage to another without being allowed any freedom between each binding. And long nights can be spent in more comfortable bondage, like a mummifying sleep sack, or a snug straitjacket, while during the day, your time can be spent between several different forms of captivity that will challenge you a great deal more. And personally, I love spoon feeding a helpless cutie who knows she'll be punished if she doesn't eat all I give her. And, yes, you guessed correctly; the food is definitely laced with powerful aphrodisiacs, because I love to see you squirming in horny need. And I keep you dressed in tight latex because I love watching your body writhe in deeply frustrated desire.

So, as horny as you get while struggling to find a comfortable position, you can enjoy knowing this: I'm also very wet as I'm changing your bondage and watching you struggle, while you're ever failing to either get free, or find a way to satisfy your constant erotic hunger. So, in a way, I'm suffering, too. But tease and denial is such a sweet form of suffering.

[spikyhaircollective]

[missjulanni]

Enjoy Your Bondage copyright 2021 Julanni O

I know you enjoy being held helpless in stringent bondage, and you particularly like when the bindings are intentionally applied in a way that arouses you. Like the ropes wrapping tight across your chest; you enjoy the pressure they exert upon the tops of your breasts. There are plenty of well tied ropes holding your arms and legs from helping you.

And now you openly accept this ball gag, a big one, too, for no better reason than you know how it will entice you to try to remove it and find that your bindings prevent you. It will add to the helplessness that you find so arousing, and so you welcome the discomfort of having it keep your jaws pried apart and will greatly hamper any efforts to beg for mercy.

Yes, I'll buckle it in tightly and leave you to squirm in horny helplessness, wishing you could somehow squirm your way to an orgasm. But just like your freedom, that orgasm will also be well out of reach. Enjoy yourself. I'll be back in about an hour to add more rope to your predicament.

[hollyinwonderland]

oh wow this was good. O.

[missjulanni]

Thank you very much, holly. You seem to do some pretty nice writing, yourself. Perhaps I should keep my eye on you.

@hollyinwonderland

[missjulanni]

Just to prove I'm still alive and doing okay.

Sorry I haven't been around much lately. I'll try to fix that.

[tchotchkala]

[noveliti-deactivated20251217]

The game is simple, if you can escape by sunrise, the briefcase by the door has a 4 million dollar cashier’s check with your name on it inside. You can take it and leave.

If you are still here by the time I return you become my personal property. You will be placed in the sound proofed shipping crate beneath that briefcase and promptly transported to my private island. You will spend the rest of your life there fulfilling every one of my twisted fantasies.

Best of luck, you have exactly 10 hours to free yourself and you’ll be a very rich woman.

[sub-y-bunny]

….maybe I don’t want to break free…

[missjulanni]

Yeah, bunny. That was my thought. I mean, why would you want to actually escape when you can enjoy endless hours of helpless struggling, trying to get comfortable and only managing a marginal degree of that, the remaining discomfort fueling your excitement about your captivity.

Honestly, for safety reasons, I would tie you like this for a while, but for overnight, I would bind you differently. After a few hours, these tight ropes would be causing damage to nerves, tendons and blood vessels. Injuring you is not the goal. Protecting you from injury would be the goal, except for maybe minor, temporary scraps, bruises, or cutting off the circulation to a pinched nipple, watching carefully that permanent damage is avoided. This stuff is suppose to be fun, even if we're entertaining fantasies of danger.

Sorry I can't name the model here (she's not only cute, but she can handle some pretty serious ropework from Dave Annis). I wonder what she's doing now that it's twelve years later.

[bondagelover]

[the-english-bounder]

Her alternative lifestyle was often criticised by her ultra conservative parents. I guess this is their way of trying to change things.

[missjulanni]

Either that, or they're inadvertently encouraging a new alternative lifestyle. I'd like to thing she's discovering something new for herself.

[missjulanni]

Contrasts story ©2024 Julanni O art Contrast ©2024 PrincessHinami

Indeed, the contrasts are startling.

But for your head, you are completely encased in skin-tight latex, all black to contrast the light reflecting off its gleaming surface. And by contrast, she wears no latex. In fact, her pale skin is completely on display; she is wearing nothing more than the smile upon her face, a smile that's meant to lull you into relaxing, thinking you might be safe with her. In fact, she smiles because she knows she has you under her control, and you, by contrast, have no control whatsoever.

Your freedom is a thing of the past, your latex-clad arms and hands are held helplessly behind you in sturdy leather cuffs, a chain tethering them up to the special rubber collar, preventing you from wiggling them around to any different position. By contrast, her hands are free, and she is completely free to do with them whatever she wants. And at this very moment, her fingers are playfully testing the elasticity of your snug synthetic second skin as she teases your breast with her touch and tenderly pinches the nipple beneath the shiny surface, smiling a bit more as you react with a moan, proving a certain level of effectiveness in her practically effortless actions.

Your mouth is filled with the last pair of panties you were allowed to wear, humiliating you with their presence and their flavor, while strips of adhesive tape seal your lips, preventing you from ejecting the offending undergarment and helping to rob you of your words, crippling your ability to communicate. There is no begging for mercy now. But by contrast, her lips are free, her mouth casually telling you how pleased she is to have you under her complete control, how pretty you are when you are so helpless and vulnerable, and she smiles more broadly as she whispers to you as one lover to another about the diabolical torments she has planned for you, and how, this time, you will find escape impossible.

Yes, I see all these contrasts, and I also know you have been unaware of my presence behind you. I have been enjoying how focused you are upon your blonde mistress as you are so highly concerned with your very near future. You notice the casually cruel woman glance over your shoulder, grin slightly wider, then look you in the eye again. That's when you get the idea the two of you might not be alone, and you turn your head, looking back to find me standing there, smiling and nodding at the bare skinned blonde. Not having formally met her, I don't know who she is, but I approve of how she handles you in this moment.

I smile at you, pointing out one last contrast. This is your castle, your property, the realm you own. And now, by contrast, it owns you, as you shall now be the imprisoned property of your own dungeon, your frustrated moans of sensual need now belonging to this blonde woman, as much as your screams of agony will be owned, entrapped behind the gag. I nod to her in approval, then turn to you again and smile that I will see you after her month of keeping you in her cruel care. Then it's my turn.

How many people will have their month of owning the now-powerless princess who so cruelly treated them in the past? How many months will bleed into the next, when you will be passed along to the next person seeking their retribution? As you think of all the people you have wronged, you worry this could take years. Perhaps, when you wore the crown, you should have planted seeds of kindness and empathy, and you would now be reaping a more pleasant harvest.

Isn't karma a bitch?

[discipline-as-nature]

[missjulanni]

The future of invasive gags is here.

Who wants to be compelled to wear this gag for the next half hour? And when you manage to last the half hour, to continue this training to see how much longer you can go? And to think, anyone looking at you who doesn't know better will think it's just a normal ballgag.

[returnofbobman]

[missjulanni]

Here's a gorgeous image from back around the turn of the millennium, maybe 1999. Emily Marilyn, still being credited as Molly Matthews, is absolutely trapped in this beautiful and efficient ball tie by Jim Weathers for Bondage Cafe.

I can tie this. Who wants me to try it on you?

[chokerface]

[reddocsailor-deactivated2025031]

loving the new collar

[missjulanni]

Don't you just love the excited look on her face as she feels herself being accepted as the possession of her dominant lover? And that lovely azure color suggests it's part of a matching set, meaning this collar is just the beginning of the bondage to which she is offering up herself. Clearly, her owner wants her bound, helpless, possessed and pretty, obviously appreciating all that she offers. No wonder she's excited.

@reddocsailor

[reddocsailor-deactivated2025031]

I am totally with you and think about thd azure color and a ginger pixie cut

[missjulanni]

@reddocsailor

Doc, you look so beautiful when you smile for me. Your radiance warms my heart.

[chokerface]

[reddocsailor-deactivated2025031]

loving the new collar

[missjulanni]

Don't you just love the excited look on her face as she feels herself being accepted as the possession of her dominant lover? And that lovely azure color suggests it's part of a matching set, meaning this collar is just the beginning of the bondage to which she is offering up herself. Clearly, her owner wants her bound, helpless, possessed and pretty, obviously appreciating all that she offers. No wonder she's excited.

@reddocsailor

[missjulanni]

Miss Julanni and her Doc.

A while back, I had produced a few AI images of DocSailor and I together, but all of them had flaws. I managed to steal away some time from other things and fixed up this one to my satisfaction, and now I get to post it to celebrate what Doc and I have together. I'm just unhappy that the time difference between us and our schedules (especially mine) prevent us from spending the time together that we would prefer. She is so very special to me.

@reddocsailor

[reddocsailor-deactivated2025031]

Thank you for sharing it, it is so lovely

See it positive besides the time difference, besides our different life, besides oue differnet schedules we managed to accomplish our relationship. Isnt it just magnificient what we had achieved.

[missjulanni]

Indeed, my dearest Doc; despite all that the universe has conspired to throw in our paths to prevent us, we have and continue to navigate these roadblocks to forge a joint path together, fueled by the strength of our hearts combined. I miss the free time we spent together not so long ago, and want that back again. Still, I will continue to reach out to you, to maintain our bond, and to help us both enjoy each other. You are a magnificently special lady, and I treasure you.

@reddocsailor