As I’ve just finished a fairly enjoyable self bondage session, I thought I may as well lay out my experience.
Anyway, I decided on a fairly straightforward spread-eagle position on the bed (with some added spice, as discussed later): a spreader bar tied to the end of the bed for my feet, and hands bound to the top corners of the bed. The spreader bar was easy - I had made one a couple of months ago. To this, I attached some neoprene cuffs I’d bought years ago, when I had first become interested in bondage. For my hands, I’d use a couple of rope ratchets. Unfortunately, I only have the one pair of cuffs (now on the spreader bar for my ankles). I decided to do rope cuffs. I’ve played around with rope cuffs in the past, but have run into the (potentially disastrous) issue of them tightening to the point of cutting off circulation. Since I wanted to be bound as tightly as possible, I knew the knots I’d used previously wouldn’t work. After a couple of hours watching tutorials and trying a bunch of them out (and getting distracted by a really neat rope gauntlet), I found the perfect solution: rope flogging cuffs.
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8kqU06rXgI
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1u06UZKkdYQ
These were designed for semi-suspension by distributing weight across the hand (instead of only the wrist), and they don’t tighten. Also, they’re really comfortable; in fact, they’re so comfortable that I am wearing them as I type this, just because I like the way they feel.
So, now that I knew how I would be tied down, how would I get out? I decided this would be a great use for the ice lock I’d constructed. Also (because I’m paranoid about accidentally getting stuck), I had four backups I could use myself, as well as two different ways to call for help if needed (all with discouragements so as not to use them - let’s just say that I wouldn’t have wanted to be cleaning my carpet afterwards). So now, my wrist cuff would be connected to the rope ratchet, the ratchet connected to the ice lock, and the ice lock connected to the bed (…and the knee bone connected to the thigh bone…).
Now, I had to spice it up a little. First, I made the room pitch black, to the point where it was almost brighter with my eyes closed. A pair of earplugs, of course, to add to the sensory deprivation. To keep my mouth occupied, I put in a mouthguard (I would have used a gag, but I wasn’t sure how it would go and wanted to be able to spit it out if I needed to). Then, I went a little too far. I put on a chastity belt that had a small drop of BenGay in the end. When flaccid, I only get about halfway down the cage, but when aroused, I end up pressed tightly against the end. The idea was to get myself aroused once bound so that I’d end up smushing the end of my cock into the BenGay, but be unable to do anything about it. It had the added advantage that it would work every time I’d become aroused (so I’d be continually uncomfortable). I’d used this stuff before to masturbate (I am most definitely a masochist) and, though it had hurt, it wasn’t unbearable. Well, this time, it was quite a bit more so. I was about halfway through tying myself up when I got hard enough to hit the droplet. I had about two seconds of, “hmm, that’s warm” before it got to the point of “OH GOD, THE AGONY!” Hastily untying my one a
eady-bound wrist and both ankles, then frantically looking for the key to the chastity belt, I finally managed to get the cage off as I raced to the bathroom to wash off my dick.
After I’d calmed down, I returned to my setup. I wasn’t going to touch that damned chastity belt at the moment, but I had to do something. I found a little toy that uses a vibrating motor to move around (a Hexbug Nano, if you’re interested). It has a very high frequency, and is also pretty powerful. I taped that onto my (still slightly sensitive) cock, strapped myself back down, and tightened the rope ratchet. I had that great adrenaline rush as I tried to move my arms and couldn’t.
I wanted to make this last for as long as I could without cumming, so I did my best to meditate and ignore the vibrations. After a couple of close calls, I felt I had gotten used to it. About 10 minutes later, the vibrator started slowing down slightly (it’s powered by watch batteries, so that’s not too surprising). Knowing this might be my last chance to cum, I did my best, humping the air, flexing my pelvic muscles, everything I could think of, but with no luck. Exhausted, I ended up just laying there as the little vibrator kept on going. And going. And going. It had hit that perfect level where it’s too much to be ignored, but not enough to actually get me off, and it stayed there.
Finally, after two hours of frustration, the ice lock did as it was designed to do and separated. Leaving everything else tied up, I used my one free hand to (painfully) remove the tape holding the vibrator (still running), then finish myself off. It was one of those intense, everything-tightening-up climaxes, with me straining against the ropes and cuffs.
All in all, I was pretty pleased with this session, and I think I’ll repeat it. The idea behind the BenGay was a good one, but too intense - I may use ginger next time, as it’s somewhat more bearable (though it doesn’t last as long). Perhaps a ginger root buttplug or a time-release enema to occupy my posterior. I think I’ll also modify the ice release to take longer. That little vibrating toy will definitely be making a return. And I might (just maybe) work up the courage to actually record it to share.
(This post was last modified: 03 Aug 2014, 12:36 by BoundWolf.)
Anyway, I decided on a fairly straightforward spread-eagle position on the bed (with some added spice, as discussed later): a spreader bar tied to the end of the bed for my feet, and hands bound to the top corners of the bed. The spreader bar was easy - I had made one a couple of months ago. To this, I attached some neoprene cuffs I’d bought years ago, when I had first become interested in bondage. For my hands, I’d use a couple of rope ratchets. Unfortunately, I only have the one pair of cuffs (now on the spreader bar for my ankles). I decided to do rope cuffs. I’ve played around with rope cuffs in the past, but have run into the (potentially disastrous) issue of them tightening to the point of cutting off circulation. Since I wanted to be bound as tightly as possible, I knew the knots I’d used previously wouldn’t work. After a couple of hours watching tutorials and trying a bunch of them out (and getting distracted by a really neat rope gauntlet), I found the perfect solution: rope flogging cuffs.
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8kqU06rXgI
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1u06UZKkdYQ
These were designed for semi-suspension by distributing weight across the hand (instead of only the wrist), and they don’t tighten. Also, they’re really comfortable; in fact, they’re so comfortable that I am wearing them as I type this, just because I like the way they feel.
So, now that I knew how I would be tied down, how would I get out? I decided this would be a great use for the ice lock I’d constructed. Also (because I’m paranoid about accidentally getting stuck), I had four backups I could use myself, as well as two different ways to call for help if needed (all with discouragements so as not to use them - let’s just say that I wouldn’t have wanted to be cleaning my carpet afterwards). So now, my wrist cuff would be connected to the rope ratchet, the ratchet connected to the ice lock, and the ice lock connected to the bed (…and the knee bone connected to the thigh bone…).
Now, I had to spice it up a little. First, I made the room pitch black, to the point where it was almost brighter with my eyes closed. A pair of earplugs, of course, to add to the sensory deprivation. To keep my mouth occupied, I put in a mouthguard (I would have used a gag, but I wasn’t sure how it would go and wanted to be able to spit it out if I needed to). Then, I went a little too far. I put on a chastity belt that had a small drop of BenGay in the end. When flaccid, I only get about halfway down the cage, but when aroused, I end up pressed tightly against the end. The idea was to get myself aroused once bound so that I’d end up smushing the end of my cock into the BenGay, but be unable to do anything about it. It had the added advantage that it would work every time I’d become aroused (so I’d be continually uncomfortable). I’d used this stuff before to masturbate (I am most definitely a masochist) and, though it had hurt, it wasn’t unbearable. Well, this time, it was quite a bit more so. I was about halfway through tying myself up when I got hard enough to hit the droplet. I had about two seconds of, “hmm, that’s warm” before it got to the point of “OH GOD, THE AGONY!” Hastily untying my one a
eady-bound wrist and both ankles, then frantically looking for the key to the chastity belt, I finally managed to get the cage off as I raced to the bathroom to wash off my dick.After I’d calmed down, I returned to my setup. I wasn’t going to touch that damned chastity belt at the moment, but I had to do something. I found a little toy that uses a vibrating motor to move around (a Hexbug Nano, if you’re interested). It has a very high frequency, and is also pretty powerful. I taped that onto my (still slightly sensitive) cock, strapped myself back down, and tightened the rope ratchet. I had that great adrenaline rush as I tried to move my arms and couldn’t.
I wanted to make this last for as long as I could without cumming, so I did my best to meditate and ignore the vibrations. After a couple of close calls, I felt I had gotten used to it. About 10 minutes later, the vibrator started slowing down slightly (it’s powered by watch batteries, so that’s not too surprising). Knowing this might be my last chance to cum, I did my best, humping the air, flexing my pelvic muscles, everything I could think of, but with no luck. Exhausted, I ended up just laying there as the little vibrator kept on going. And going. And going. It had hit that perfect level where it’s too much to be ignored, but not enough to actually get me off, and it stayed there.
Finally, after two hours of frustration, the ice lock did as it was designed to do and separated. Leaving everything else tied up, I used my one free hand to (painfully) remove the tape holding the vibrator (still running), then finish myself off. It was one of those intense, everything-tightening-up climaxes, with me straining against the ropes and cuffs.
All in all, I was pretty pleased with this session, and I think I’ll repeat it. The idea behind the BenGay was a good one, but too intense - I may use ginger next time, as it’s somewhat more bearable (though it doesn’t last as long). Perhaps a ginger root buttplug or a time-release enema to occupy my posterior. I think I’ll also modify the ice release to take longer. That little vibrating toy will definitely be making a return. And I might (just maybe) work up the courage to actually record it to share.
