Bound Breasts

You know when you are just off in your own little world at work, merrily typing away answers to questionnaires or asking serious questions about people's undergraduate experiences and then all of a sudden you're thinking:

'Damn, what I want RIGHT now is a session of heavy breast bondage. Like, until my tits go all purple and I have rope-welts around my ribs for days. Oh, and maybe while this is happening somebody could zap my nipples with a violent want. And of course, it might be good if I was tied to a chair too'?

Yeah, well, like that. *HINT HINT*. Not normally that much of a rope bunny, but sometimes I do get a inkling to be restrained by a nice length of hemp...