Self-bondage, fetish and children

[bondagefreak.dea]

(04 Jan 2009 03:30 )Like Ra Wrote:  

(31 Dec 2008 19:36 )bondagefreak.dea Wrote:  as a quick note I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who's been doing SB from a young age. Yet again my mom has always been fully aware of my interests and allows me privacy.

How did she notice?

she's told me that I'm been tying knots since I was young.lol and when I learned more about bdsm I told her bluntly.Yet again I'm a very blunt person.I explained that I was really careful and she just said not to tie things around my neck...

also I try to keep her informed...like she knows I go to the bound forum and I've told her about some of the people I meet there.Therefore she has no reason to be suspicious or anything.

[Like Ra]

Now I really wonder what my parents knew... Actually, I never talked to them about these things. My private life was (is) my private life.

[Like Ra]

You may not know what your kids were doing when you're not at home. This is what I found in one of the forums:

Quote:I was about 13 and one of my older sisters was 16. I came home and it appeared no one was home. I thought I heard something but just figured it was the cat running around. I sat down and turned on the TV and then I heard my sister yelling asking if I was Cathy, my then 17 year old sister. I yelled back that it was Alisha. She asked me to come to her room quick. When I got there I found, leags spread and bound to the bed posts and her hands handcuffed together at the head of the bed and a vibrator running in her pussy. Seems she had self bound herself and had dropped the key when she had an orgasm. She had been like that for about an hour from what she said. Being the cruel little bitch that I could be I made her explain everything to me. Seems her and Cathy were really into bondage, they would sometimes tie each other but really liked to self bound, this was the first time she had got herself where she couldn't get out of the bondage. If i had been a little more on the ball I would have taken pics and made a slave out of her, but I just let her free. Could kick myself now, she would have been fun to play with.

[Like Ra]

As I said before, you never know. Here's a story for you.

A couple of days ago in the bathroom I found a small egg-shaped vibrator with a remote control. "Is it yours?", I asked my wife. "No", she answered. We looked at each other and giggled. I hid it from our son and put it back on the same place before our daughter was going to the bathroom. When she got out - the vibrator disappeared.

At the first sight the vibrator looked like the one I bough years and years ago. In this case she might have checked the inside of our secret toy box. Did she buy it? Dunno, but I doubt it.

The resume? Mmmm... I did not figure out yet how to innocently tell her where I keep AA-size accu's. Buying batteries is wasting money. Also, I hope she knows about proper hygiene and that the vibrator is not water-proof.

[Like Ra]

Just a bit on the subject:
http://www.likera.com/blog/wp/archives/5149

[Joyl27]

(13 Mar 2009 20:56 )Like Ra Wrote:  As I said before, you never know.

You said it.

I have been interested in bondage as long as I can remember. Definitely earlier than 12 years old. I did not pick the habit from media or from friends ― I didn't have many friends and nothing sex-related was ever discussed at home. In fact I must have been older than 20 years when I found out that "bondage" is a concept practiced for pleasure by some other people too.
But for a reason or another, things such as inserting both legs into a single leg of pants, or wearing a sleeping bag such that my body excluding the head is inside while the bag is closed with a belt on my neck, always excited me in a way I could not explain. And I was imaginative, and kept discovering new ways of bringing this pleasure.
I don't think my parents ever figured out what's the reason behind the unrestful noises of movement that came from my bedroom. I never gagged myself, so I could just shout back through the door saying that okay okay I'll be quiet.

I think though, that it is a psychological condition that arises from lack of physical contact as a child. Never having been hugged, sort of stuff.
An unmet need makes one sick... and a met need heals. Loving physical contact (in a healthy way) is one of the basic needs every human being has.

[Strappado]

I don't have children, but if I had and I discovered that one of them was into self-bondage, I would have a confidential chat with him and explain the risks and ask him to call me for help when ever needed.

There is another quite important aspect to self-bondage and other solo-fetishes: I thought for a long time that I was sick, pervert or whatever. In the meantime, I understood that it is just one special aspect of human culture, which makes it sort of natural for humans. If I knew a close relative or friend who has such trouble, I would try to help. Risky self-bondage can lead to a horrible death, but these thoughts can lead to a horrible life.

As a conclusion I would say, never let a child get away unnoticed with self-bondage or other risky actions. If I would find an unknown child in self-bondage, I would certainly talk to him and after that I would have the horrible task to decide wether or not to talk to his parents, having no clue how they would react. As a matter of fact, Europeans might or might not be less strict about sexual activities or games than Americans. But when it comes to fetish, I doubt that average parents know enough about it to deal with it. In the best case they would probably call a psychologist.

[Like Ra]

Again about kids and bondage: http://www.likera.com/forum/mybb/showthread.php?tid=223

[Like Ra]

Another related post. Breath control art, plastic bags or thin transparent film. Part V
Kids, self-bondage and asphyxia: http://www.likera.com/blog/wp/archives/5458

[Like Ra]

I promised to tell you this story, but did not have time (as always) - my bathroom adventures.

When I was a little kid, I did not have much privacy to play with self-bondage (of course). One of the option was the toilet (but you are not expected to stay there for longer than, say, 30min) and the bathroom. The bathroom is a completely different story. I was allowed to play in the tub as long as I wanted - the door was not locked (you may not lock the door when you're ~6yo), but, of course, I locked the door when I was older. In any case, nobody entered the bathroom when I was there, unless absolutely necessary (but I was given a warn in advance).

Above the bath tub we usually dry washed clothes. You guessed, right? I would just pick up pantyhose or any other piece of clothes or garment off the line and use it in the water. Hey, they were wet already, so nobody noticed anything!

Before going to the bathroom I would collect the other stuff I was going to use: old torn pantyhose, rope, plastic bags, vinyl tubing, thick wire, etc. To cover my encased in pantyhose and/or bound body, I would pour bath gel into the water, so everything was hidden under a thick layer of foam.

I did not have Internet and had to invent everything by myself. At the age of 13-14 I discovered anal play and my bathroom time became more interesting. Apart from hm... almost everything I could stuff up there, I made as I called it anal probe - a thin (6mm) vinyl tube with an 8mm metal ball with a bolt screwed into the open end of the tube.

This construction could easily slide in my rectum and I could feel the metal ball travelling inside my guts: sigmoid, descending and transversal colons. It was real fun!

One of my inventions was a shower masturbating machine - I managed to tie the douche head to my pantyhose covered crotch. So I could tie my hands behind my back and enjoy the building sensation.

But also I had a very scary moment.

My father got some very big rubberized sacks. Something about 1m x 80cm. The rubber layer was very smooth, silky and incredibly sexy (in my mind at that age, "sexy" was something related to bondage and masturbation).

I borrowed two sacks. I made my first rubber swimsuit out of one of them (and played with it many years). And inserted a pulling rope in the neck of the second one. The idea was to get inside with my head stuck out (I was pretty smart not to play with my breath) and pull the rope in the sack to make a collar (I do not remember how I prevented the rope from tightening around my neck, I think am easily undoable simple non-tightening knot).

That worked, but I wanted to play with this rubber sack in the bath. The idea was to get bind myself inside the sack (I did not know about wrist coils, cinch nooses and time-locks, it was a simple rope wound around my wrists, the legs were bound with knots) and fill the sack with water.

That worked too. But!!! I did not expect that the water inside the sack would weigh so much! When I lost my balance, the water inside the sack easily toppled me over!

Fortunately, there was enough room between me and the sack to quite quickly allow the excess of water out. Thanks God for no drowning, no injury, no suffocation! But it was a very scary experience.