14 Mar 2019, 04:07
It's been a while since I've done any sort of self-bondage - no real reason, I guess - just life getting in the way and keeping me busy.
That doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about new-to-me techniques, though. Kind of like my recently-purchased hinged handcuffs, I've been eyeballing some way to securely and safely tie myself into a standing position. A few weeks ago, I thought about straps that go over the top of a door and are trapped by the door, which I found on AliExpress.
I could go into more detail about the exact setup that I used for these, but a picture says a thousand words....so, a picture is attached (No action shots, only an afterthought photo before I took everything down.) The main differences between "real" use and this photo: I really DID have an ice lock between the rope ratchet and the spreader bar anchor, and I had my key to unlock my wrist cuffs tied to the middle of the "Y", so it was pulled down when I tightened everything, and was freed up when the ice released.
As for me, I took the philosophy of "I don't do this very often, I'm going to use pretty much everything I've got". I pulled on a pair of lacy panties, followed by a garter belt attached to a pair of black thigh-high stockings. For shoes, it was my old trusty 6-inch pumps with an ankle strap to make sure I couldn't kick them off. I snugged up an underbust corset (the "satin 830" option from that link). I laced on "the" hood from Ali Express. I used the blindfold for it, but not the stock gag - instead I buckled on a regular pink ballgag before pulling the hood on.
Almost ready - I had decided I'd ALSO buckle on the Ali Express (sensing a theme here??) posture collar. With my ankles cuffed to each end of the spreader bar, I put some clover clamps on my nipples, locked my wrists into the cuffs and buckled the blindfold on. I pulled the rope through the rope ratchet, and as it tightened I felt the bar pull up against my ankle cuffs as my arms were lifted up toward the top of the door.
I decided not to do a vibrator or anything of the sort this time, instead opting to JUST be tied up and see what kind of suffering I could create and endure.
As expected, the nipple clamps made themselves apparent almost immediately. My feet, not used to the heels, were surprisingly OK for a while. I think the combination of the spreader bar and the angle that I was able to "plant" the heels made this acceptable.
With nothing to do, and nothing to distract me, I got bored quickly. And, as most of us tend to do, I started to work to get out.
The door is about 7 feet tall; I'm 6 feet tall, so even though my hands were pulled up to almost the top of the door, I was able to reach down and remove the blindfold. The posture collar was next, and the hood (which I should have locked on) was after that. The ballgag was a piece of cake from there.
After that? Yeah, the rest of the setup appeared to be golden. My hands were too high to stretch down to the nipple clamps; the spreader bar was doing its job, and I was starting to struggle with the heels.
The WORST part of getting the blindfold off was that I could now see the clock. I had only made it 15 minutes, and now that I could see the clock, each minute seemed to take at LEAST two minutes, if not three. I'd look away from the digital clock, try to focus on something else...then look back to see that ONLY one minute had passed!
I spent the next 20 minutes like this, periodically looking down at my ice lock to see if the string was starting to free up yet (ice lock style: https://www.likera.com/sb/time/ice-padlock3.php). Finally, the nipple clamps got the best of me, and I wiggled and stretched and was JUST able to get ahold of one of the clamps to remove it. It hurt about 5 times as much coming off, but that pain subsided. I was able to stretch and get to the other clamp, and as I was getting it removed from my other nipple the string suddenly pulled free from the ice lock. Once the ice lock released, the slack let me get to the key and release my hands.
All in, I'd spent 45 minutes tied like that.
I collapsed onto the floor, heart pounding and legs shaking from standing. I rested for a minute, then decided a "reward" was in order. Challenging myself a bit more, I put the nipple clamps back on and gave myself that reward for what I'd just gone through.
This was the first self-bondage I've done in a LONG time that kept me tied until the ice released, and even though it wasn't perfect, it was certainly entertaining. I don't think I'm ready to do THIS one again right away, but I've got a bed spreadeagle in mind....
Next time for this one? No clover clamps (probably tweezers instead), and I'll put locks on the hood / collar / blindfold. The corset always feels awesome - I spent half of the day in it. Jury is still out on the heels next time - I tried to wear them for a bit today, and standing was impossible (I have a toe that doesn't like to bend backwards as much as heels like that require). Lower heels were OK, though....so maybe it's just THOSE old cheapies? We'll see.
Until next time (which may just be tonight...)
Finally: and bonus photo of the heels today. SITTING.
That doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about new-to-me techniques, though. Kind of like my recently-purchased hinged handcuffs, I've been eyeballing some way to securely and safely tie myself into a standing position. A few weeks ago, I thought about straps that go over the top of a door and are trapped by the door, which I found on AliExpress.
I could go into more detail about the exact setup that I used for these, but a picture says a thousand words....so, a picture is attached (No action shots, only an afterthought photo before I took everything down.) The main differences between "real" use and this photo: I really DID have an ice lock between the rope ratchet and the spreader bar anchor, and I had my key to unlock my wrist cuffs tied to the middle of the "Y", so it was pulled down when I tightened everything, and was freed up when the ice released.
As for me, I took the philosophy of "I don't do this very often, I'm going to use pretty much everything I've got". I pulled on a pair of lacy panties, followed by a garter belt attached to a pair of black thigh-high stockings. For shoes, it was my old trusty 6-inch pumps with an ankle strap to make sure I couldn't kick them off. I snugged up an underbust corset (the "satin 830" option from that link). I laced on "the" hood from Ali Express. I used the blindfold for it, but not the stock gag - instead I buckled on a regular pink ballgag before pulling the hood on.
Almost ready - I had decided I'd ALSO buckle on the Ali Express (sensing a theme here??) posture collar. With my ankles cuffed to each end of the spreader bar, I put some clover clamps on my nipples, locked my wrists into the cuffs and buckled the blindfold on. I pulled the rope through the rope ratchet, and as it tightened I felt the bar pull up against my ankle cuffs as my arms were lifted up toward the top of the door.
I decided not to do a vibrator or anything of the sort this time, instead opting to JUST be tied up and see what kind of suffering I could create and endure.
As expected, the nipple clamps made themselves apparent almost immediately. My feet, not used to the heels, were surprisingly OK for a while. I think the combination of the spreader bar and the angle that I was able to "plant" the heels made this acceptable.
With nothing to do, and nothing to distract me, I got bored quickly. And, as most of us tend to do, I started to work to get out.
The door is about 7 feet tall; I'm 6 feet tall, so even though my hands were pulled up to almost the top of the door, I was able to reach down and remove the blindfold. The posture collar was next, and the hood (which I should have locked on) was after that. The ballgag was a piece of cake from there.
After that? Yeah, the rest of the setup appeared to be golden. My hands were too high to stretch down to the nipple clamps; the spreader bar was doing its job, and I was starting to struggle with the heels.
The WORST part of getting the blindfold off was that I could now see the clock. I had only made it 15 minutes, and now that I could see the clock, each minute seemed to take at LEAST two minutes, if not three. I'd look away from the digital clock, try to focus on something else...then look back to see that ONLY one minute had passed!
I spent the next 20 minutes like this, periodically looking down at my ice lock to see if the string was starting to free up yet (ice lock style: https://www.likera.com/sb/time/ice-padlock3.php). Finally, the nipple clamps got the best of me, and I wiggled and stretched and was JUST able to get ahold of one of the clamps to remove it. It hurt about 5 times as much coming off, but that pain subsided. I was able to stretch and get to the other clamp, and as I was getting it removed from my other nipple the string suddenly pulled free from the ice lock. Once the ice lock released, the slack let me get to the key and release my hands.
All in, I'd spent 45 minutes tied like that.
I collapsed onto the floor, heart pounding and legs shaking from standing. I rested for a minute, then decided a "reward" was in order. Challenging myself a bit more, I put the nipple clamps back on and gave myself that reward for what I'd just gone through.
This was the first self-bondage I've done in a LONG time that kept me tied until the ice released, and even though it wasn't perfect, it was certainly entertaining. I don't think I'm ready to do THIS one again right away, but I've got a bed spreadeagle in mind....
Next time for this one? No clover clamps (probably tweezers instead), and I'll put locks on the hood / collar / blindfold. The corset always feels awesome - I spent half of the day in it. Jury is still out on the heels next time - I tried to wear them for a bit today, and standing was impossible (I have a toe that doesn't like to bend backwards as much as heels like that require). Lower heels were OK, though....so maybe it's just THOSE old cheapies? We'll see.
Until next time (which may just be tonight...)
Finally: and bonus photo of the heels today. SITTING.
