05 May 2008, 05:44
Hi Ra!
Things seem a little quiet on the forum and I know these work best when people contribute, so I'm posting another session.
(Inspired by your Hotel tales... 😁 )
Ive always got a thrill about tying myself up in a hotel room, preferably encased in nylon or lycra (or both! 8) ). Sure, you may not have access to all the toys and devices youve collected at home, but the very nature of hotel rooms has always added a little spice to proceedings.
When faced with a few days away from home it was the self-bondage gear that took priority in my packing. This can be a thrill in itself, what to take, what to leave how to sneak it all past the family members who dont know about your weakness.
As Ive related in earlier postings, the current situation in the UK adds another dimension to all this what if I get stopped by the police in one of their random searches?! How am I going to explain away 100ft of rope, two gags, 20 pairs of pantyhose, a zentai suit, butt plug, dildo, etc (yes I did get carried away when packing!) 😯ops:
It was early evening when I finally checked in, collected some ice (I love hotels with ice machines!), locked the room door behind me and opened up my bag of goodies.
1st failure was the simple omission of my SRD, the whole key to my planned session. How could I have forgotten such a vital ingredient? I immediately decided against some improvisation experience has taught me that hasty planning can lead to dire consequences, and a hotel isnt the place for those sorts of incidents! :x 😯ops:
I decided on an old favourite, using a fairly strict hog-tie and the struggle to get free release method.
Attire for the evening was a favourite flesh coloured body stocking, covered by 3 pairs of tan pantyhose (I really do have a thing for Tan or Toast coloured nylon must try to buy a zentai suit in this colour) my cock had a
eady been firmly encased in latex and nylon. I covered my torso in another long term friend, a silky Lycra body, but then disaster struck again! The strap over my right shoulder finally gave up and snapped. I must confess that this was long expected, the body is over ten years old and has had some serious stress through my bondage sessions, but it was still a sad moment to finally see it looking forlorn and broken
. :x :x
However, I was in the zone and this latest setback wasnt going to stop me now. I laced on my high-heeled boots (damn they are sexy!) and started to lash my ankles together. Ever since I got these boots Ive delighted in the way I can wrap the rope around the heels, increasing the strictness of my bondage. I know that wearing a pair of womens shoes may not appeal to all (though if youre aeady wearing pantyhose why?) so you may want to try this with a pair of mens riding boots or similar the extra tightness you can achieve without risking any damage to your feet is mind-blowing.
Ankles and booted feet well bound I repeated the same wrap and cinch approach both below and above my knees, then added a further good wrap around the top of my thighs.
When tying my thighs I always cinch twice and leave enough rope remaining to pull up to the small of my back, wrap twice (or more) tightly around my waist and then tie off back at the cinch around my thighs. This, I think, adds more stimulation to any plug you may be wearing (though I didnt use one for this session).
A pair of pantyhose, one leg inside the other, went over my head and I then added a full harness gag. This gag is a little fiddly to put on (see my encasement pictures for the gag in use) but I like the effect though I hope to buy a better one some day soon.
Now I had to concentrate, the next stage could make or break the session. I had 3 lengths of rope left. One was pre-formed into many loops just big enough for me to wriggle them down over my shoulders. Once done I added a pair of knee high nylons over each hand just to add a degree of clumsiness and restricted feel to my fingers.
The second length of rope was similar but shorter and arranged into smaller loops, just allowing both my hands to pass through the many coils and leave it slightly loose around my wrists.
Finally I came to the last rope, the one to complete my helplessness. This was a single loop that I aeady added to the rope around my ankles. The length was carefully measured so that it would be slack when I bent my knees to such a degree that the boot heels almost touched my ass, but would then pull tight when my legs straightened out.
I had to lie on the bed and it took a great deal of effort to bend by strictly bound legs sufficiently that I could grasp the final rope. I eventually managed to pull it tight, drawing my ankles even closer to my hands. Next I took the loop of rope behind the ropes around my waist and then between my wrists, above the coils. This is very difficult if you have the rope short, but shortness is best for the end result
Once I grasped the end of the rope, I pulled it down to my hands and manipulated it back over the coils to start forming a cinch. Once again I struggled to catch the end, but finally managed to work the loop over both hands and onto my wrists.
To secure myself I simply stretched out my legs, the rope pulled tight and both cinched the wrist coils and trapped my wrists to my waist rope behind my back Bliss!
I was now in a very effective hogtie and every time I moved or stretched my legs the cinch around my wrists would become tighter, ensuring that the effort to get free much more difficult. I savour these moments, the eroticism of my predicament blocking out the more rational thoughts that I should be having (you all know the ones how do I escape, what if theres a fire, what if Im found by a maid 😯ops:
). However, after those few minutes of delight, I soon began to work on freeing myself.
Now here is a strange conundrum:
When Im tied and cant get free for some time (using an ice-cube or some other timed release) the erotic feelings stay with me for much longer. But when Im tied with an un-controlled release available, I pass very quickly from the joy of being helpless to the need for freedom. Maybe its the knowledge of real helplessness that makes the timed release a much more satisfying experience. :?
What do you folks think? :?:
Whichever or whatever, after more than a few minutes of struggle I finally managed to free myself from the cinched wrist rope.
The whole session didn't take more than an hour - and thought fun, was also frustratingly unsatisfactory. :?
I had 3 more night to change things around
Hope you enjoyed
MJ
Things seem a little quiet on the forum and I know these work best when people contribute, so I'm posting another session.
(Inspired by your Hotel tales... 😁 )
Ive always got a thrill about tying myself up in a hotel room, preferably encased in nylon or lycra (or both! 8) ). Sure, you may not have access to all the toys and devices youve collected at home, but the very nature of hotel rooms has always added a little spice to proceedings.
When faced with a few days away from home it was the self-bondage gear that took priority in my packing. This can be a thrill in itself, what to take, what to leave how to sneak it all past the family members who dont know about your weakness.
As Ive related in earlier postings, the current situation in the UK adds another dimension to all this what if I get stopped by the police in one of their random searches?! How am I going to explain away 100ft of rope, two gags, 20 pairs of pantyhose, a zentai suit, butt plug, dildo, etc (yes I did get carried away when packing!) 😯ops:
It was early evening when I finally checked in, collected some ice (I love hotels with ice machines!), locked the room door behind me and opened up my bag of goodies.
1st failure was the simple omission of my SRD, the whole key to my planned session. How could I have forgotten such a vital ingredient? I immediately decided against some improvisation experience has taught me that hasty planning can lead to dire consequences, and a hotel isnt the place for those sorts of incidents! :x 😯ops:
I decided on an old favourite, using a fairly strict hog-tie and the struggle to get free release method.
Attire for the evening was a favourite flesh coloured body stocking, covered by 3 pairs of tan pantyhose (I really do have a thing for Tan or Toast coloured nylon must try to buy a zentai suit in this colour) my cock had a
eady been firmly encased in latex and nylon. I covered my torso in another long term friend, a silky Lycra body, but then disaster struck again! The strap over my right shoulder finally gave up and snapped. I must confess that this was long expected, the body is over ten years old and has had some serious stress through my bondage sessions, but it was still a sad moment to finally see it looking forlorn and broken
. :x :x However, I was in the zone and this latest setback wasnt going to stop me now. I laced on my high-heeled boots (damn they are sexy!) and started to lash my ankles together. Ever since I got these boots Ive delighted in the way I can wrap the rope around the heels, increasing the strictness of my bondage. I know that wearing a pair of womens shoes may not appeal to all (though if youre a
eady wearing pantyhose why?) so you may want to try this with a pair of mens riding boots or similar the extra tightness you can achieve without risking any damage to your feet is mind-blowing.Ankles and booted feet well bound I repeated the same wrap and cinch approach both below and above my knees, then added a further good wrap around the top of my thighs.
When tying my thighs I always cinch twice and leave enough rope remaining to pull up to the small of my back, wrap twice (or more) tightly around my waist and then tie off back at the cinch around my thighs. This, I think, adds more stimulation to any plug you may be wearing (though I didnt use one for this session).
A pair of pantyhose, one leg inside the other, went over my head and I then added a full harness gag. This gag is a little fiddly to put on (see my encasement pictures for the gag in use) but I like the effect though I hope to buy a better one some day soon.
Now I had to concentrate, the next stage could make or break the session. I had 3 lengths of rope left. One was pre-formed into many loops just big enough for me to wriggle them down over my shoulders. Once done I added a pair of knee high nylons over each hand just to add a degree of clumsiness and restricted feel to my fingers.
The second length of rope was similar but shorter and arranged into smaller loops, just allowing both my hands to pass through the many coils and leave it slightly loose around my wrists.
Finally I came to the last rope, the one to complete my helplessness. This was a single loop that I a
eady added to the rope around my ankles. The length was carefully measured so that it would be slack when I bent my knees to such a degree that the boot heels almost touched my ass, but would then pull tight when my legs straightened out. I had to lie on the bed and it took a great deal of effort to bend by strictly bound legs sufficiently that I could grasp the final rope. I eventually managed to pull it tight, drawing my ankles even closer to my hands. Next I took the loop of rope behind the ropes around my waist and then between my wrists, above the coils. This is very difficult if you have the rope short, but shortness is best for the end result
Once I grasped the end of the rope, I pulled it down to my hands and manipulated it back over the coils to start forming a cinch. Once again I struggled to catch the end, but finally managed to work the loop over both hands and onto my wrists.
To secure myself I simply stretched out my legs, the rope pulled tight and both cinched the wrist coils and trapped my wrists to my waist rope behind my back Bliss!
I was now in a very effective hogtie and every time I moved or stretched my legs the cinch around my wrists would become tighter, ensuring that the effort to get free much more difficult. I savour these moments, the eroticism of my predicament blocking out the more rational thoughts that I should be having (you all know the ones how do I escape, what if theres a fire, what if Im found by a maid 😯ops:
). However, after those few minutes of delight, I soon began to work on freeing myself. Now here is a strange conundrum:
When Im tied and cant get free for some time (using an ice-cube or some other timed release) the erotic feelings stay with me for much longer. But when Im tied with an un-controlled release available, I pass very quickly from the joy of being helpless to the need for freedom. Maybe its the knowledge of real helplessness that makes the timed release a much more satisfying experience. :?
What do you folks think? :?:
Whichever or whatever, after more than a few minutes of struggle I finally managed to free myself from the cinched wrist rope.
The whole session didn't take more than an hour - and thought fun, was also frustratingly unsatisfactory. :?
I had 3 more night to change things around
Hope you enjoyed
MJ
