Bambi Sleep stuff

[TamedOz]

Hi all,

Didn't know where to post this so figured I'd come back to the Bambi thread. This will be a rather long update, sorry...

PART 1

After a forced three week break from dressing up and hypno due to family illness, I was very eager to jump back into my clothing and a good session where I had the house to myself.
At this point I had been using the chastity cage since November 2024, and have had very little release during those 3 months.

The combination of daily hypnosis files and the pent up sexual energy definitely had a profound effect on my psyche and caused drastic changes to my behaviour.
I started buying a lot of female clothing and underwear and even 'n silicone breast piece. I started wearing panties exclusively and put clear polish on my fingers and toes.
At this point I let my wife know that I had a crossdressing kink, and that I would be wearing female underwear and dress up when she's not home. She wasn't a fan...

Now on to the big session. On the first day I had the house back to myself, I eagerly put on my breasts, chastity cage and anal plug. I then dressed up in a new matching lacy underwear set, thigh high pantyhose and suspenders, a waist trainer and a sexy red polka dot minidress I haven't worn since the forced break. I added some smoky eye shadow and bright pink lipstick and finished the outfit with my stiletto heeled black boots. It all felt amazing and I was really horny and eager to go!
At the start of the day I took some edibles that I've recently acquired, hoping that it would intensify the hypno sessions.

With everything going on I was so excited that I couldn't help but add self-bondage to the mix. So I cuffed my legs together tightly, fastened my dildo gag and had some handcuffs ready (not the novelty kind). While I was planning this all out in my head, I remembered that the keys to the handcuffs were on the top shelf in my closet and actively thought "Don't forget to put them somewhere lower where you can reach them." Now this is where the session went wrong/interesting... I stood up, walked to my bedroom, and then stood there completely blank minded with no idea why I went in there. I knew it was for something important but just "made a blank" (sound familiar? coincidence?). After standing there blank for 10 minutes I shrugged it off and thought oh well, went back to my chair, switched on the hypno playlist and CUFFED MY HANDS BEHIND MY BACK.


After spending about 30 minutes in dressed up bondage bliss, bombarded by the hypno files, I had a moment of clarity where I realised I forgot to lower the key! I was immediately nervous since I would have to make the trip to the bedroom with my feet bound close together on stiletto heels, hands cuffed behind my back. If I lost my balance or fell over, not only could I get hurt but I would possibly not be able to make it back up onto my feet to get the keys. This was all also a race against the clock, as it had been an hour since I ate the edibles and once they kicked into full force I had no chance. So I very carefully and focussed waddled over to the bedroom, one foot in front of the other in my heels and pretty dress.

When I reached the bedroom the key was on the top shelf, which was about chin height for me. I panicked again because I realised I couldn't reach it with my hands, and dragging it down with my chin could have any number of bad outcomes.
I tried to rummage through some of the lower drawers as I seemed to remember a spare somewhere, but no luck. Finally risking it, I scrape the key off of the shelf with my chin. It falls, but I can't see it on the floor! Did it fall into my cleavage, is it stuck in my bra or maybe somewhere down the front of my dress? I frantically searched for it on the floor, and then frantically bent over to try and shake it out of my cleavage or dress. I managed to pull down my bra and dress front to see if the key was caught there. But nothing... and now I'm dressed and cuffed with my boobs dangling out. What a sight!

The gears in my head started turning as I scrambled to think of possible solutions to my ordeal. Do I ask a neighbour for help? Do I call a male friend and humiliate myself? Do I call a tradie and pay them to bolt cut the cuffs or something? In that moment, even with the very real situation I was in, that last idea turned me on and I imagined a guy coming over to find me locked up and vulnerable, and having his way with me before cutting me loose. Instead of facing any of those humiliating outcomes, I tried very hard to break or dislocate one of my thumbs to get out of the handcuffs. This ended up bruising my wrists and hands badly, and tightening the cuffs a little. But no escape.


Finally I made piece with my predicament. At this point I had managed to at least uncuff my legs, take off the boots and get the dildo gag out of my mouth (all while handcuffed!). I got my phone and tried to call my wife. When she didn't answer I sent her a text message saying "Help! Please come home urgently. I'm sorry." Having only recently revealed to her that I crossdress and was wearing panties full time, which she didn't take too well but didn't run away at least, I felt bad that I was going to put her in this situation. Having to duck out from work to find her husband dressed up, boobs hanging out and locked up. Another part of my brain found the thought of that exciting.

After sending the texts, I sat down for a moment to take a deep breath and calm down. Eventually I went back to the closet and dug through some of the bags and stuff directly under the shelf where the key was. Just as I conceded that they key could be anywhere, it caught my eye lying on one of the bags that I dug out. A small victory! Unlocking the handcuffs from behind my back after the ordeal, with the edibles definitely kicking in, was still very challenging. There were a few times I sat down and accepted that my wife would still find me like this, but at least I have the key instead of making her rummage through my cleavage for it.


A few more frantic attempts and I finally got myself free!

[Like Ra]

Didn't know where to post this so figured I'd come back to the Bambi thread.

That's definitely something for the "Completed self-bondage sessions "sub-forum.

That's quite a story!

[TamedOz]

PART 2

As soon as I got free, I took some time to drink water and ensure my body was OK.

Then I immediately went into damage control mode. I figured telling my wife what had happened would be the right thing to do, especially for myself. But if I could do that without her getting confronted by fake boobs and everything else I had gotten up to, that would be better.
So I packed everything away and got dressed in my normal clothes. Then I got a call from my wife, she only now received my messages. If I were in real danger, this would probably have been too late... I told her about the handcuffs, but not everything else. She laughed it off and said that will teach me, and I was glad she took it so light hearted.

With the immediate danger over and her no longer coming home, my head kept going back to the thought that if I didn't add the handcuffs I would still be blissfully enjoying my sissy hypno. This is one of the turning points for me that made me realise the hypno was taking over... After everything I just went through, having dodged a major bullet or potentially even a life threatening injury, I still got dressed up in everything again and went back to consuming hypno while high. Even writing this now, I can't believe that the predicament with the handcuffs wasn't enough to make me stop right there. After hours of consuming hypno and even setting up the fucking machine to pound me senseless, I got so worked up and horny that the frustration of not achieving a prostate orgasm drove me to get over-zealous with a vibrator on my chastity cage. This was the first time I've had full release in more than two months.

It may have been the clarity after release combined with the edibles, but it was at this point that I for the first time started to contemplate the entirety of what had happened. It was the first time in forever that I felt remotely like myself. Like I was thinking clearly and critically about what I've been doing and how it is affecting my life and relationship. I didn't want painted nails or makeup. I didn't want to wear female clothing or underwear in public. I enjoyed the fetish and dressing up as a sexual outlet in private. But that's not what this has become, I thought as I stared at my painted nails. While I had this clarity, I knew I had to gather everything in a trash bag and bin it. If I didn't act on that feeling of regret or resentment now, I might just end up back here or worse. So I took all of the clothing... so much clothing... all of the underwear, the boots, the breasts, put everything in a trash bag and put it out in the bin.


Experimenting and relapsing these last few months had taught me that the fetish and files are indeed dangerous. I didn't wind up having sex with a guy (yet?) and still do not feel like that's my sexual orientation. But I'm not sure if I continue down this path that I wouldn't eventually get there, and I'm not sure what that would do to my self-identity and mental wellbeing. I couldn't throw away the cage... I don't know how to explain it other than that I just physically can't get myself to do it. A part of me convinced myself that I'll only ever use it again if my wife wants to be actively involved, and not for sissy stuff. Since the episode above, I've had some very strong urges to dig out the stuff I threw away from the trash. While I am aware that this is still not healthy, the best way I could deal with the urges was to masturbate again to maintain clarity and keep pent up sexual arousal from impairing my judgement.

Today was the first time since November probably that the idea of dressing up popped into my head and my first reaction was "Why?". I think I'm ready to throw in the towel now, and try to begin a journey of recovery. I hope with some honest conversations me and my wife can work through this and put it in my past as part of the "been there, done that" bucket. I don't regret leaning into and exploring this side of my sexuality, I think it had to happen at some point. I am thankful for not doing something life-altering yet, and hope I will find the willpower and mental fortitude to really take a clean break from this stuff. There are things that I will ultimately still like and explore that came from this fetish, but I need to ensure they are things that I really want and am not being conditioned to embrace.

If you are still reading, thank you! And apologies for the long posts 😊
I hope everyone here finds what they are looking for. I hope my story serves as a bit of a warning, and not just fuel to arouse those who haven't gotten this far down the rabbit hole.

[Like Ra]

It may have been the clarity after release

Yes, this is how a simple orgasm changes everything. Ridiculous, huh?

So I took all of the clothing... so much clothing... all of the underwear, the boots, the breasts, put everything in a trash bag and put it out in the bin.

https://www.likera.com/forum/mybb/Thread...d-interest

[TamedOz]

Thanks, that was a good thread to read through and it is always nice to read that other people go through similar experiences.

For me personally I think I need separation/purge to clear my head and understand where I'm at when I'm not drowning in the fetish.
If I regret the purge someday or go into a cycle again, then so be it. I think it's what I need now.

[RufescentRuby]

Thanks, that was a good thread to read through and it is always nice to read that other people go through similar experiences.

For me personally I think I need separation/purge to clear my head and understand where I'm at when I'm not drowning in the fetish.
If I regret the purge someday or go into a cycle again, then so be it. I think it's what I need now.

Just remember, the only way to get rid of a bad habit, is to replace it with a different one, with intention. Every trigger you've set for yourself that led you to dive into your fetish needs to be redirected elsewhere.

One default habit / practice is to use prayer as the replacement. Just be careful that your prayers aren't directed towards Bambi, or she will answer.

[Xeklor]

Hello everyone! I opened in last week Bambi Bunny Cult with full power. Very addictive, for the first time I listened playlist twice times in a row. Wow. For me it's different experience than other BS, not bad, just other. I don't know for now post-effects but I think it will be more strange also it's dark files, especially the sixth one (or no?..) Unfortunately, here I cant't found any other experiences, just few messages. Maybe somebody knows more about it?

[therealjesse92]

If it was not published aeady - Bambi ADHD files in one place: https://mega.nz/folder/gxxHgA4Y#9umYtR7zXfscgcgevpawWQ

this is what i was looking for but its gone now dammit

[Like Ra]

Just remember, the only way to get rid of a bad habit, is to replace it with a different one, with intention.

This!

[Like Ra]

Bambi Bunny Cult

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