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I have enjoyed bondage and self bondage since I was about 9 or 19. Playing 'tie up' games with friends and tying myself up in the privacy of my bedroom.

Over the years I have been discovered in bondage on a few occasions, Initially by my parents, who would untie me and lecture me about 'behaving', but seemed to tolerate my 'perversion', to the extent that my mother would descibe finding me bound as 'oh, you're mucking about again.' and would then free me.

When I saw footage Guantanamo Bay Detention centre I decided to try out a similar self bondage based on how the inmates, ended up stuck for a couple of hours before I manged to use my nose to activate my ohone and text my back up for help.

Spending a little time in shiny, rigid KUB shackles. Always a great experience!

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Laughter from the other Titans continued to echo through the hall. It had been fun, but the constant social interaction had worn Raven down. She was tired, and her private sanctuary was calling. She pushed open her bedroom door, quietly floated through as she locked the door behind her, sealing out the noise and the world.

Raven held her book in her hand, the worn cover a familiar comfort, her normal escape from reality. But today, she decided would be different. She unzipped her boots, unbuckled her belt, removed her cloak, and got herself ready for her ritual.

She knelt down and retrieved a purple wooden box from underneath her bed. She placed it in the center of the room, as if a creature was about to be summoned. Returning to her bed, she settled into a familiar, crossed-legged position, and placed her arms behind her back.

A calm stillness filled her mind, "I wonder how tight this time", a faint tremor of anticipation ran through her.

"Azarath, metrion, zinthos."

The words hummed and vibrated the room. On the floor, the box opened with a soft click, its hinges groaning faintly. Coils of rope glowing with dark purple energy, twisted and spilled out of the box. They snaked their way on the floor, slithering up towards the bed where Raven sat patiently.

Her ankles, already crossed, were the first to be secured. The ropes crawled upwards, wrapping coil after coil, holding her feet firmly together. Raven remained still as the ropes found their way towards her upper legs. As if they wanted to keep her in the lotus position, her thighs and shins were bound tightly together in a strict frogtie.

At the same time, other coils of rope swarmed her upper body. They surrounded her wrists and arms, embracing her chest, weaving intricate patterns around her like spider's web. The ropes formed a perfect boxtie, holding her arms tightly behind her back. Without warning, the boxtie tightened. The pressure was sharp and immediate, a gasp escaping her lips as the ropes compressed her lungs, forcing a sudden rush of air from her. Her chest felt constricted, her breath shallow and quick. The rope, she realized, had been tied to the ceiling, further trapping her movents.

Finally the last rope approached. A blush crept up Raven’s neck and bloomed across her cheeks. Her eyes, still closed, narrowed slightly in a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. She knew what was coming. The most sensitive part of her ritual. The rope wrapped around her like a tight belt as it tied off in front of her. A slow, meticulous motion, it wormed down to her navel, deliberate as it moved towards her privates, pausing to tie small intricate knots of pleasure on its course. The rope continued, slipping past her bottom, behind her, and up towards the belt to secure itself.

Raven braced herself. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, before the crotchrope ruthlessly tightened. A sharp gasp, a breath of air escapes her. Her freedom escaping her as her body slumps into her bonds. She can finally relax.

Extra: 🙂 The second photo is probably how Raven really feels inside her head.

This might be my new arm restraints. This is the first attempt at making a rope armbinder and honestly it works flawlessly. I do need to test it out a little more but if all goes well I will try and post a tutorial for those who want to try it for themselves.

Please be patient for the tutorial. I am still figuring out how to tie it consistantly and once I figure that out I'll look into making a tutorial

The lovely miss Deprava was enjoying some self bondage when I visited

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