Being male, there are a few things I can and can not do. And, being part female, there are things I also can not do or get.
And this is why.
I love men.
I love a nice hard cock, hairy chest, and his warm soft mouth sucking and biting my breast and nipples. I want him inside me, thrusting his cock deep inside me. But I'm a male, so that pretty much not going to happen as that I have no warm soft opening for him to bury his cock into, and as a male, I will not be able to feel his warm cum filling my tubs giving me the same orgasum that only a women can get.
I love women.
I love their soft skin. I love their long hair and the fact that can wear almost everything and look great. And I love that little opening that I can plant my cock into.
BUT I'm a male that has, and I do, have a waist, breasts that are a size B and soon to be a C, and very little body hair, I still have a third led and the outward looks of a male. I'm ok with this. I love my boobs, legs and long hair ( anyone can grow long hair ).
Am I gay? No, I don't think so. Do I have female traits? yes, I do. You can put your arms around my waist and I won't be able to get away. You can hit me with a water bomb and if I'm wearing a white tee shirt, you will be able to see my Boobs in all it's glory. I've been this way for years.
So, I have both men and women features. And that's why I call this Thread men vs female.
The female is a receiver. a female can have a man almost anytime. a male can have a woman only once. Then, he's done for the most part.
now, when a male cums, his body pulses about 5 or 6 times. Then it can take hours or a full day before he cums again.
when a female cums, she pulses once or twice. Then, the female can build up again and cum again.
Women can get turned on by almost anything and keep it a secret.
Men can get turned on, and it shows. Some shows more than others.
Where am I going with this? I don't know. Its just some nonsenses than I'm been thinking of.
But that's about all I have for now. Maybe I'll add some more later.
This was a direct follow-on from my first session and another attempt to re-create a storyline scene.
Equipment:
70den closed crotch, long sleeved nylon bodysuit with sheath
20den closed crotch, full nylon bodysuit with gloves, hood and sheath
30den closed crotch, full nylon bodysuit with gloves, hood and sheath
Condom
High-heeled ankle boots
Ball gag inside knee-high
Rope
Chastity cage
blindfold
The session: I didn’t change any of my clothing for this session, simply replacing the belts and single-arm pantyhose with rope bondage, adding a blindfold and a chastity cage. The chastity cage is my first serious venture into this area of play and I confess to being a complete novice. I chose this particular device more for the look and feel I anticipated wearing it would bring, more than any effectiveness at preventing an orgasm.
I fastened the device over my encased cock and just about managed to lock the straps tightly in place around the base of my cock and my ball sack. No-one ever mentions how hard it is to get into something like this, especially when the very action turns you on! I’ve worked out a method now but it took some time and a lot of trial and error…. it was fun trying though!
Once locked into the cock-cage it was time to add the ropes; first around my ankles ,then above and below my knees – on a whim I also tied the end of the rope to a spare d-ring on the cock cage.
With my legs tightly bound together I couldn’t resist a quick fondle of my cock – the cage did work, in so far as it made masturbation very challenging.
With my wrist ropes set-up and connected to my ankles it was time for my blindfold – this was from my leather hood and proved very effective when buckled tightly in place
Finally I could begin binding my wrists and placing myself in a nice tight hogtie. I wrapped one strand of the rope around my wrists in a figure of 8 pattern, trying to keep everything snug but comfortable.
Next I used the second strand of rope to create a hogtie by bending my knees and then looping it up and around, between my bound wrists, so that when I straightened my legs it would cinch the wrist ropes nice and tight.
With everything in place all it took was a simple stretching of my legs and once again I was in self-bondage heaven. The feeling of helplessness was enhanced by the constant tension of the rope between my wrists and ankles, An unexpected bonus was the weight of the cage on my cock, coupled with the obvious constriction – this combined to both stimulate and frustrate me as I writhed around on the bed. The weight of the cage causing my cock to move strangely and not within my complete control – an interesting experience and very stimulating!
Freedom was achieved after some concerted struggling to un-loop ropes with my legs bent as tight upwards as possible.
What went well?
Another session where I really enjoyed the ‘freedom’ to struggle around the bed, rather than be secured in place – the difference between being ‘tied up’ and ‘tied down’ if you see what I mean.
The cock chastity cage – I’d never tried one before and already I’m a big fan. I know this isn’t quite the same as true chastity, which I understand is to prevent you even becoming fully aroused (or did I get that wrong?). I love the extra constriction and how this cage ‘numbs’ (In a good way) the ability to stimulate myself.
What could be improved?
I must apologise for the poor image quality – these are screen captures from my video, not the usual higher definition stuff I like to post (blame my GF who took our DSLR away for the duration of my ‘Home Alone’ time)
I’m working on editing the video down to a more manageable size and length – hope to be able to post something soon.
I need to add a timer device to make a hogtie properly inescapable for a period of time. An ice-lock and ratchet is the obvious solution, but I don’t want to get water all over the bed – any suggestions?
Again, and as always, play safe and enjoy your self-bondage without risking life and (eventual) liberty.
Recently i saw a movie while being in vacbed tortured with E-stim device and venus 2000. When I saw that i knew what my next self bound experience would be. To try it out for myself i decided to make my own vacbed.
My plan is to be completely restrained in my hopehely self made airtight vacbed with breathing pipe and gagged mouthpiece. While i'm wearing a nice tight shiny leotard and legging or maybe a full latex catsuit to prevent movement when i'm starting to sweat. and for a nice topping one high waisted leather corset. also making one piece to cover my nose so that i can't inhale thru mouth and exhale with my nose. to making it a daring challenge that maybe testing my limits more as i would expect. i will be wearing a butt plug with fairy vibrator attached to it inside of me. and using a trimblr to make sure my front side get's the attention it desires. now to make sure that its not only pleasure and fun just as the movie. i will add e-stim to my balls and cock. e-stim wil be sound controlling the shocks i will receiving. to make my vacbed hopfely airtight i make one little downhill at the entry so the iron bar wile roll up by gravity and to my vacbed frame i've made some magnets to hold the iron bar locked to the frame. the frame i've made is made with 2 lairs one 40MM HP pvc tubing outside, inside some 22MM steel radiator pipe for extra strong frame without corner pieces. the vacuum cleaner is be controlled by one digital 40 programmable time controller. i've bought 2 different type of clear pvc 1 very strong type the other super strong. the first one looked it may easily tear apart. To be sure i've tried yesterday the thinnest for a test run without the full outfit.
And i have to say it wasn't completely airtight so without other release mechanism i tried it out. and on the moment the vacuum start to suck the air out it started slowly compressing me on its place. it went from loose to tight, tighter shocking tighter to over the point i've thought it would be going. unable to move my arms or legs. but not long in the vacbed the mouthpiece tears through the plastic. so i tried to push my fingers down. and on that moment they break through the plastic and i was able to release myself with the vacuumcleaner still sucking the air out of it.
so now i'm making the 2e cover with the thicker plastic and put some 2 sided tape on the frame to make it more airtight. i hope to test it today to see of it works. and then try my daring challenge i've set for myself. hopefully it works like i wanted it otherwise it may become a torture that will truly suc!!
You meet some amazing people through this forum and just occasionally a kindred spirit will appear who, for whatever reason, will inspire you (in this case me) to greater things.
This session came about after a long email exchange with another forum member who managed, through us collaboratively writing a rather kinky story, to explore not just my existing eroticism but also take me to places I’d never thought I’d go. This session was my attempt to re-create a chapter from that story.
I respect my writing partner’s right to anonymity, so they can reveal their identity if they wish or remain a mystery player! (I’m trying to rid myself of an image of @Culmor in his Velma outfit snooping around trying to discover ‘The secret of MJ and his kinky friend’ )
Equipment: 70den closed crotch, long sleeved nylon bodysuit with sheath
20den closed crotch, full nylon bodysuit with gloves, hood and sheath
30den closed crotch, full nylon bodysuit with gloves, hood and sheath
Condom
High-heeled ankle boots
Ball gag inside knee-high
knee-high
leather belts
20den xxl tights (x2 pairs)
The session: To kick things off I wanted to reproduce a scene from the very start of the story I mentioned in the introduction. I wasn’t going to be plugged (that came later) so only condom went on before I started to encase myself in nylon. The first layer was my 70d bodysuit (no gloves or hood, but it does have a sheath, followed by a knee-high over my head, then I pulled the next 2 full body suits over my legs, but no further.
I needed my fingers free to lace on my high heeled boots, securely wrap a belt around my ankles, followed by another just below my knees.
With my ankles and legs booted and strapped I gagged myself and struggled into my twin layers of full nylon encasement. You have to do this with your fingers inside 2 layers of slippery nylon and it can be a real challenge – especially if the zip sticks or snags somewhere. I always amazed at how tough the nylon is as I frantically tug and haul on the cord I’ve attached to a zipper, trying to close it properly.
Now I’m finally encased in 2 or more layers of nylon I work on the final aspects of my bondage; I add a final belt around my waist, trying make it tight but with room for my wrists if I really suck in my stomach.
Finally I pull the two pairs of xxl tights over my head (I’ve pre-prepared them by putting on inside the other) and down over my shoulders. With a wriggle I get my arms into the ‘spare’ leg at back and create the effect of a single arm pantyhose glove (if you see what I mean).
The last trick is to squeeze my encased arms down behind the waist belt and relax, trapping them in place.
Oh joy, oh bliss, oh happiness! How I’ve missed the feeling of helplessness and the delights of writhing around in my bondage.
What went well? A great way to re-start my fetish fuelled fantasy fun time! It’s a simple, but effective and very enjoyable, way to quickly get myself into the mood for the time ahead.
I always forget how much fun you can have being bound, but free to writhe around – I really must do more of this and not always chain/rope myself down to the bed/chair (which I also enjoy) What could be improved? Would I have wished for a butt-plug? Yes, of course, but this was meant to be an faithful ‘bringing to life’ of a fictional storyline and I felt that I should be as honest to the concept as I could.
Video wasn’t as good as I remember it being and I really missed having my DSLR capturing images every 30seconds – working on both aspects, but will likely be closer to 2019 before I can test anything out in a serious way.
More zipper problems with one of my suits – think I’ve fixed it now, but it’s a real frustration when you can’t close it properly (the curse of a self-bondage session – wanting an extra pair of hands you haven’t got!)
Having realised (or remembered?) how much I love being able to writhe about in my bondage I must (shall!) start work on a scenario that ‘forces’ me to struggle across the floor/round the house to gain my freedom – this will need some serious planning and maybe more cameras to capture the full adventure. Just thinking about it as I type is seriously arousing! .
As always – I hope you enjoyed and maybe took some inspiration from this posting, but please play safe
Whilst not an actual session I thought you folks might be amused by all the pre-work that went into my recent ‘Home Alone’ session.
Assembling my gear: well I know it sounds obvious, but I needed to get all of the tights, stockings, bodysuits, knee-highs, rope, chains, cuffs, dildos, plugs, gags, hoods, lube, chains, padlocks, clamps, clips, shoes, dresses, pants, bras, silicon breasts, boots, ratchets, timers, vibrators, lights, video, laptop, tape, condoms, corsets, skirts, body-shapers and a myriad of other bits and pieces together.
Checking everything: I don’t want anything failing mid-session, so I went through everything looking for any rips and tears (getting to be a dab hand with the sewing needle), checked operability (keys for padlocks and handcuffs, making sure they still open and close properly) and general cleanliness (amazing that I still manage to find the occasional article that was put away damp or dirty).
Ordering new: I know I left things a bit late, but I simply couldn’t resist a few extra purchases, that would arrive (hopefully) during my home alone time. Read elsewhere for more about those and how they performed.
Essentials and peripherals: Ice cubes need to be frozen, batteries charged, laptop memory cleared (operating on the very limit for recording video these days), food supplies brought in (those high-energy drinks I’d need at 2am in the morning!), massive push to get as much of my day time jobs completed (no late nights working on spreadsheets and presentations) plus making sure my personal diary was up to date and no planned visitors scheduled to turn up. I also ensured my neighbours wouldn’t be unduly concerned about lights being on late at night or curtains drawn at odd times during the day (they know I work strange hours sometimes so dropping into conversation that I’d be ‘...working all hours...’ and ‘…burning the candle at both ends…’ to complete a project – which wasn’t a lie as such. (I just didn’t elaborate on what that project was!)
So what had I got to play with?
– this is basically my bondage gear, consisting of lots of rope (duh!), chains and handcuffs, plus a selection of D-rings, clips and shackles – pretty standard fare for any respectable self-bondage player. Also here are my boots and a selection of butt-plugs (one new toy and some old friends) – I find that my ‘anal capacity’ can change quite dramatically between sessions, sometimes the smallest plug can be quite difficult to take, whilst on another day I’m desperately wanting something bigger than my largest! The keen eyed will also spot my rope ratchet and ice-cube bag (a ‘must have’ for my proper self-bondage sessions). I’ve also got cock-rings, a ball sack and a penis sheath (all in silicon), plus a chastity cage, which was another new purchase. Finally there is my hood, blindfold and selection of gags – in good self-bondage no one should be able to hear you scream!
– my fetish clothing; lots and lots of tights, a selection of Lycra bodies, long Lycra gloves (which I love), very slinky wet-look bodycon style dress, wet-look stockings, suspender belt, body-shaper underwear and another new purchase, my first corset!
– I was surprised to discover that I owned 6 pantyhose bodysuits, including 3 full suits (gloves, penis sheath and hood); all are looking a little worse for wear with ladders and rips (needle and thread time again) but they are still serviceable. After I took this picture I found a 7th! All making me a happy but forgetful pervert!
I’m very lucky in that I could dedicate a spare bedroom to my kinky hobby, though only temporarily whilst I was certain to be home alone! This allowed me to set-up my video and then leave it and all my gear out, ready for playtime.
There you have it – a snap-shot of the very beginning of my ‘Home alone’ sessions in 2018, with some sneak previews of a few new toys and a hint or two about what was to cum… err.. come! 😁
Hello lovely kinksters!
Can anyone relate to me here. I've always, since I can remember ever getting aroused by anything, been into S&M. My first experiences were getting turned on by the whipping scenes in the movie Flash Gordon, and tying myself up in the bathtub etc etc
Ok stay with me here...All that was 30 years ago, and ever since I have from time to time done self bondage etc.
I've had lots of relationships with women (and I'm a Dad), but I can't seem to commit to anyone. I've basically given up trying to find someone the last few years to 'work on myself'.
Still reading - THANKYOU! I need some advice here.
So I systematically resolve the issues in my life one by one, I got a better job, I sorted out issues with my EX over our child, I got a better place to live. ETC One thing that has always bugged me is that I like the S&M stuff so much, I was thinking maybe there is a deeper problem with me. Like I can't connect to people etc. So I thought I'd try and give it up.
When I have a big 'purge' and try my hardest to be more vanilla and think nice thoughts towards women, I do feel good and things go well in my life. But eventually I end up getting turned on my something again, or the narrative Im telling myself (that its better for me not to do S&M) somehow breaks down and is too stressful to think about.
This is when I go back to S&M again (and end up here-hello). I feel good and relaxed with it, but after being back in my S&M phase for a month or so, I feel guilty again and the cycle repeats.
I've actually tried a therapist but couldn't really get on with it (too much tinkering with my mind), so I'm just trying to go with the flow.
Can anyone relate to this?? What do you think is going on? Input appreciated. THANKYOU!
Im just planning a session and stuck on what to do for a few things and know someonr here will have a great answer. So heres what i have first.
I am going to be fully bound on bed from head to toe and cant really move on bed with a anal hook in my ass attached to me or the bed with a lock in between. I have 2 keys which i need to get so i can be free...
I think what i want to do with the last lock which is have a 1.25L bottle of cider which will be hanging on a pulley with a key on other end. I will have tube going from bottle to my mouth. Also i will have a tube going from my cock to the bottle. So i need to drink everything to lower the key but if i need to pee it will start to full back up. When i get this key it will fully release me.
I just need ideas for first lock... mabye attached the 100 pegs i just got to me and something. I have to pull myself from the pegs to move and get the key.
Hi, long time lurker here. I finally decided to register.
I'm a self bondage practitioner since I was a teen (long time ago!)
I want to share my experience and tips for safe but exciting sessions.
Be safe.
I've deliberately not mentioned the main protagonists' genders. Feel free to make them male / female as you prefer in your "theatre of the mind.
***
That delightful anticipation of waiting for a special delivery. My excitement built through the day: I rushed to the window in hope each time I heard a noise outside, only to be disappointed by the sight of a passing car. I felt increasing nervousness as I regularly checked the time; the message had said the package would arrive between 9am and 5:30pm, but it was 4pm and it was still not here. The guilt - would my neighbours see the delivery? Would it be obvious what I had ordered, or would it be in plain packaging?
When the doorbell rang, it caught me by surprise. I rushed to the front door.
"Special delivery. Can you please sign here." He handed me an electronic terminal, and I scrawled my signature on the screen.
"Two packages - here's the first." He gave me a parcel: about 12 by 6 by 4 inches in size. It had a weighty heft to it. "I'll get the second package from the truck."
I looked outside, but fortunately no one was there to see the driver walking back to my door carrying a black leather bodybag over his shoulder.
"Where do you want this?" he asked.
"Please lay it on my sofa, if you don't mind," I said.
I looked to see if he judged me as he took the load inside. But no, he seemed bored - just another job. Still, I gave him a large tip as he left, as a salve for my conscience.
My hand was shaking as I closed the door behind him. My home was suddenly quiet - all I could hear was the thumping of my racing heartbeat. I walked slowly into my living room, staring at the bodybag, in disbelief I had really made this purchase after months of indecision.
I sat on the edge of the sofa, next to the bodybag. I ran my hands over the leather, before taking the heavy zip and easing it down from head to toe. I pushed the leather apart to reveal the contents.
Inside was a mummified form, encased in white bandages. I ran my hands over them - they were thick and soft, to protect their precious contents during transportation.
I found the end of a bandage at the head, and started unwinding. Slowly, turn by turn, was revealed a black rubber hood. I stopped unwinding once I reached the neck, to touch the shiny, smooth rubber, outlining the face underneath.
I reached behind the head to find another zip, and pulled this down to the neck, the furthest I could take it with the rest of the body still mummified. Nervously, I gently eased the hood forwards, to reveal my purchase.
My heart leapt as I saw you. You were so much more beautiful in the flesh than your photo in the catalogue. Your golden blonde hair framed a delicate face: a round jaw, high cheekbones, full lips. Your eyes were closed as you lay at peace. I brushed a lock of hair from your forehead, then touched your cheek, feeling your skin cold.
I reached for the other package. Inside the cardboard box was bubble-wrap protecting a smaller package wrapped in thick paper. Inside this was a wooden box: dark ebony inlaid with mother of pearl in strange swirls and shapes. It had a silver clasp and hinges.
I lifted the box onto my lap and opened it. Inside was a black velvet lining, with cut-outs for two objects. The first was a ring, platinum, engraved with sigils, with a small ruby embedded in it. I tried the ring - it fit the third finger of my left hand perfectly. I smiled at the irony.
The other object was a large ruby, finely cut. It was warm to the touch, with a flickering glow inside.
I held it tightly in my right hand, and leaned forwards. I kissed you, and felt a spark pass between our lips, like a static electric shock.
The ruby was suddenly cold and dark. I placed it back in the box. I looked at the ring, and saw a faint glow in its inset ruby.
As I waited, I saw life return to you. Slow, gentle breathing. Colour returning to your cheeks.
I wondered what had led you to be lying here in my living room...
***
I was surrounded by my family in the foyer of the Facility. Tears were in our eyes as I said farewell to my parents, my brother and sister, my aunts, uncles and cousins.
A Facility employee approached me, holding a clipboard. "Can you please sign here," she said. I blinked away the tears and signed my name, not reading the contract. "Please follow me when you are ready."
I hugged each family member one last time, none of us able to find the words to match the moment. Then I followed her through the double-doors into the Facility proper. I did not look backwards.
She led my down a white corridor and stopped outside a door. "Please take a shower. I'll be waiting outside," she said.
In the shower, I reflected on my motivation. I was comforted by the knowledge that my family would now never be short of money. My parents could retire early, my siblings could buy an apartment each, my extended family would never need to worry about finding money for medical care.
While I did not know what the future held, I knew I would experience a life of luxury in the West beyond what was possible in my home country.
But the real reason I was here was known only by me. I long desired a lifestyle that could never by accommodated where I lived: our traditional culture prevented me exploring the sexual wonders I had seen on-line growing up. I felt excitement that my fantasies might really come to life.
I stepped out of the shower to find my clothes gone, no longer required. In their place was a white bathrobe. I dried myself, then slipped the robe on and then left the bathroom.
I followed the Facility employee down more corridors, before stopping outside another door. On it was a sign: "Preparation Room 1".
"You'll be readied inside," she said. "Good luck."
I entered the room to see two further Facility employees, dressed as nurses. "Please drink this," one said, handing me a small plastic cup holding a bright red liquid. It was thick and syrupy, although it tasted bitter rather than sweet. The other looked at the clock in the room, and made a note of the time on a chart.
"Can you please undress, and we'll get you prepared for travel," one said. I dropped the robe onto the floor, feeling self-conscious in my nakedness.
"Please put on this suit." I was handed a black rubber suit. I perched on the edge of the bed, and slipped first one leg, then the other, into the suit. The rubber slid easily over my skin, cool to the touch. I stood up and pulled the suit over my hips. I admired how the material clung to me, accentuating the curves and lines of my body.
The nurses held the front of the suit, helping me slide my arms in. I wriggled my fingers into the gloves. One of the nurses stepped behind me to ease the zip up my back, and I felt the rubber tighten across my chest.
I wanted to rub my hands over the shiny black material covering my body. But glancing down I saw the lowered hood resting on my chest - the hood with no airholes - and I felt a sickening lurch in my stomach.
"Please hold your arms out with your fingers spread." The nurses picked up small white bandages, and started wrapping each finger in turn. "Please put your fingers together." They took larger bandages and wrapped my hands and arms. I watched dispassionately, as if it was an object being packaged, rather than my body.
"Please stand with your legs apart." They took more bandages, starting at my ankles, working their way up my legs, then up my torso.
"Please stand with your legs together and your arms by your side." I was cocooned in white, my body losing its form, as I was mummified. Now just my feet and head were free of the bandages.
"Please lean backwards." They lowered me onto the bed, then rotated my body length-ways along it. A pillow was placed under my head. One of the nurses held my ankles in the air, and the other wrapped my feet, one at a time, then both together.
One of the nurses checked the time. "Please wait a moment." Well - I certainly wasn't going anywhere! I lay still for several minutes, savouring the embrace of the rubber supplemented by the warm restraint of the bandages.
Another glance at the time, then another note on the chart. "Please raise your head." The pillow was removed.
"Ready?" I was asked. I nodded, my mouth dry. There was no turning back now.
One nurse pulled the black rubber hood over my head. I knew I should breath out, but instinct took over and I took a deep breath just before the rubber encased my head. The zip was closed, tightening the rubber across my face. I was enclosed in darkness.
I tried to stay calm. Three minutes. One hundred and eighty seconds. I could do this. I held my breath and started counting the seconds away.
One pair of hands held my head off the bed, while another wrapped, starting at my neck and working upwards.
As I reached a count of thirty, the first bandage crossed my nose. I could hold my breath no more, and I took a breath out, then in. All I got back was the same stale air. My lungs pulled hard, but this just tightened the rubber across my face, sealing my mouth and nose.
I took short staccato breaths, finding some relief from the act of breathing, even if the air lacked the oxygen my body craved. I had lost my count of time - how much longer would I have to endure this?
I realized the wrapping had finished. I pushed my head back into the bed, then raised it into the air. I struggled against the bandages, but my arms and legs were held tightly in place. I strained every muscle, but could do no more than flex my body slightly. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears.
Light returned to my sight, as flashes and spots appeared in my vision. I felt my body relaxing, not through conscious effort, but through my inability to fight further.
Finally I dropped into darkness, losing all sensation. I was disembodied, moving through darkness, as if down a black tunnel. It was the true me, my mind freed from my still body. At the end of the tunnel I saw a red point, which became a growing red circle as I approached it. I emerged into a red space, and I felt stillness.
There was no movement, no thought, no time. Just me in a world of red.
Then, although the word meant nothing in an existence without time, I felt a tug. I fell back into the black tunnel, accelerating as the red circle shrank to a point, then disappeared. I fell back into my body.
***
You slowly open your eyes, as if emerging from a deep sleep. "Hello," I say, nervously scanning your face to see your reaction to me.
You focus on my face, and the most natural, warm smile, breaks out. "Hi," you say. I relax, overcome by desire, but also desire to care, to protect, to love you. You raise your head and look down your mummified body. "Errr, what happens next?"
😁 
