Hi LikeRa, today I was trying to reply to some post and I upload an attachment of a mp4 with the size of 2MB (not much really) but then I realize that the video could be embbeded with a simple link and it will appear as a video. So I decided to delete the attachment because it forced the user to download the video and they could think it was suspicious. But when I tried to delete it, this message appeared:
And when I created this thread, when I tried to remove the attachment nothing happened, I needed to reload the page so watch the attachment removed. I don't know if it's only me or what.
Hope this thread helps improve the attachment on the site.
I have put together a DIY (self-)bondage device that is cheap, easy to construct, durable, and secure.
Supplies:
- 1" polypropylene webbing (very cheap, can be found at sewing stores)
- Adjustable "parachute" buckle (x1 or 2; about $3 at sewing stores)
- Hand-sewing supplies (to form the belt)
- Hot glue (optional; to prevent fraying)
Buckle #1, the key to the restraint, is used in a nontraditional way. Pass the polypropylene belt through the inner of the two holes on each half of the buckle (see photograph). Form it into a loop of the perfect length so that once the buckle is closed, the wrists are cinched together and cannot be pulled free. This may take one or two tries. Once you find that perfect length, sew the loop closed; I hand-sewed the overlapping area with doubled thread using a whipstitch around the edges and a few sloppy stitches elsewhere, about twenty in total, creating a surprisingly strong loop. You may want to seal the cut edges so they don't fray.
The optional buckle #2, for the adjustable waist belt, is "threaded" according to the usual instructions. To link the waist belt to the wrist strap, use the unused outer hole of the wrist buckle.
To use the wrist device on your own, ensure that the buckles are lined up, and the corner of a rounded table to push them together. (Safety tip: just as with handcuffs, if the thumb side of your wrist is up against a hard surface for a long time, you can pinch a nerve. So don't turn your wrists sideways into the buckle and then leave them there for hours.)
To release the buckle, both sides of the buckle need to be depressed simultaneously, so getting out on your own is a little harder. With the proper household items, and with the wrists in front, you can do it in a few seconds. Without any items, or with wrists behind, it's near impossible. But isn't that what a restraint is all about?
My last day home-alone, and I still had a desire for kinkiness – but what to do? Well, after the drama of the night before I wanted something I knew I could manage, and another suspension was top of my wish-list…
Equipment: 20den hooded, gloved, closed crotch, long sleeved nylon bodysuit with sheath (basically a full Zentai suit in 20d nylon) 20den gloss pantyhose Lycra body 8 knee-highs Rope Condom Ball gag High-heeled ankle boots Chain Butt-plug Hoist Hollow Bar
The session: I had fully recovered from the drama of my session (MJ-SB08/2015 – Home alone session 8:Bound enema, a cautionary tale) and a good night’s sleep had left me feeling ready for another self-bondage challenge. I knew I could only do one serious session this time, as I would have to tidy up and clear everything away in time for the return of family at the end of my home alone time (is it only me or do other self-bondage fans make a huge mess during their sessions – I’d left rope, tights, gags, tape, chains, spreader bars and all sort of paraphernalia scatter around the house!). I’d enjoyed my last suspension session so much that I wanted to have another go, but try a different approach.
I quickly got my gear ready and dressed for my session.
- fully encased (no gaps this time) and legs bound
- hollow bar in place behind my knees and ready to start hoisting
- starting to hoist myself up
- getting there, but some way to go yet
- not yet clear of the floor, but getting higher
- so close to being airborne
- up, up and away! 😁
- just hanging around and spinning
- I'm beaten by the effort. I simply do not have the strength to lift, hold and tie the rope off before I slip downwards again. Drat! 😟
What went well? I loved the ‘knees-bent’ position - the idea of a suspended, inverted, hogtie really excites me and this session proved it is possible in self-bondage
Simply being suspended and free swinging – I cannot stress enough the feelings of helplessness I have when hanging above the ground.
What could be improved?
Use a steel tube as I’d originally planned! - I tested the plastic tube with all my weight before starting, but it still deformed during the session - fortunately with no ill effects. Next time I will take the time to find the steel tube I planned to use!
I was so exhausted by the excesses of two day’s self-bondage that lifting my weight was too much for me and I had to give up – once again I need to source a simple ratchet or rope lock that I can use to take the strain off my arms, holding my suspension and then safely lowering me again.
Better camera and video angles – It is so difficult to get a good angle and I will have to sort out something better for next time. Play safe
WARNIING – this is a real experience of things going wrong in a self-bondage session, with frightening consequences.
I had, finally, achieved my orgasm after nearly 2 whole days of torment (in the nicest way) now I had to pay the price and ‘suffer’ (a subjective term – I was looking forward to my adventure), however things didn’t quite go to plan and very nearly ended badly…
Equipment: 70den closed crotch, long sleeved nylon bodysuit with sheath 20den closed crotch, long sleeved nylon bodysuit with sheath 20den XL matt pantyhose Lycra body 10 knee-highs Rope Condom Enema plug, enema bag, funnel and tubes Ear plugs duct tape Handcuffs Ring gag
The session: It was only a short time after my long awaited HFO (MJ-SB07/2015 – Home alone session 7:Bound to a post and pleasured) that I put into action my plan for an enema session. I don’t do this very often and I am very definitely not into the scat scene at all. To me including an enema in a self-bondage session is part of the thrill of being securely bound and unable to stop something happening to me (even if I’ve deliberately arranged to happen!). For this session I wanted to ‘stay bound or suffer’ with the suffering being unable to stop the enema once it had been started by my action to gain freedom. I also added a couple of other elements that would combine to make my session more interesting.
The first was that I would include the cum soaked knee-high from my climactic previous session in my gagging (you may recall that is was inside the condom over my cock), whilst the second was a last minute idea to force me to drink an unwanted fluid (guess) as part of the price for my freedom (inspired by a session Ra posted, but I can no longer find! Help Ra – where is it hiding?😒)
Because I was going to be helpless as the enema flowed into me, and also the risk of my forced drinking spilling I decided to undergo the session whilst in my bath – reducing the amount of cleaning up if accidents did occur.
The enema itself was in a hot water bottle, inside a bag, and consisted of nothing more than warm water (approx. 1.5l). The bag was connected to a string that ran upwards to the shower-rail and then down again to a fixed point above and behind my head. Tied to the handle of the bag was a 2nd string, with the keys to my handcuffs free running along it. Also tied to the string was a clip that held closed the tube from which the unwanted fluid I would be forced to drink would come. A cupful of that liquid was ready in a small funnel high away out of my reach once I was bound in the bath.
Clothing for the session was my already very smelly (sweaty) bodysuits and lycra body with an old pair of tights to help hold the enema plug in place. With my cock encased in the usual condom and knee-high and the enema plug deep in my ass I carefully completed by dressing, ensuring the enema tube was un-kinked and came out from under the clothes at my chest.
My gag was part of my ‘punishment’ for cuming earlier in the day and would use the knee-high that was now soaked with a mixture of cum and pre-cum. I balled that knee-high along with another 3 and crammed them all in to my mouth, followed with a ring gag, before using many strips of duct tape to seal everything in place. Over all of that went another 3 knee-highs - there was no way I would be getting that gag out in a hurry!
- legs already bound and getting into the bath
- now that's what I call a gag! Dressed and ready to go I quickly bound my legs tightly together and then fastened them to a rope coming from below the bath – ensuring I was tethered to bath and unable to move further towards the ‘head-end’.
With legs bound I finalised my set-up: the enema tube was connected up and the valve set to open. The tube from the funnel full of nasty liquid was pushed through the knee-highs and then through a pre-cut slot in the duct tape, before finally pushing deep into my nylon stuffed mouth (the ring gag stopped me biting down on the pipe to prevent the flow of liquid). On a whim I pulled yet another knee-high over my head to hold everything tightly in place. I could now only breathe through my flattened nose, and I could already taste the first seepage of cum in my mouth as it oozed from the soaked knee-high… which just added to my mounting excitement and arousal.
I pulled more knee-highs over my hands and arms, to make it more difficult to free myself and add to the time I had to ‘suffer’ even when I wanted to get free. Finally I used rope to quickly tie my wrists together before reaching upwards and behind my head to find the handcuffs I’d already fixed to the shower pipe.
- getting settled into my bondage Taking a deep breath and with a struggle I finally managed to snap the free handcuff around the wrist rope to form a sort of cinch – at the time I was very frustrated that I couldn’t cinch the wrist rope properly… I revelled in my helplessness, imagining the cost I would need to pay for my freedom as my saliva caused the cum soaked nylon in my mouth to release more and more of its salty taste – never have I felt so wantonly submissive, just wishing for something, anything, to happen that would enhance those feelings.
- a view of my set-up
- close-up of the clip that will release fluid into my gagged mouth The lust for action and abuse (in the nicest, most delightful manner) finally overcame me and I started to haul on the rope which raised up the enema bag (starting the release of its load deep into my ass) pull the clip off that closed my gag pipe (releasing that yellow fluid into my helpless mouth) and finally lifting the string with the key on it so that only when the enema bag was at its highest position would the key slide down towards my roped and cuffed wrists.
Clever set-up? Well… no, a fucking dangerous set-up would be closer to the truth.
- all going to plan as I pull on the cord to release the key, the enema and my forced drink
Everything went to plan until the clip released my forced drink – instead of the steady slow flow I’d imagined and fantasied about the whole cup-full seemed to empty into my mouth in a handful of seconds. My mouth was full and over-flowing up my nose! I couldn’t breathe and couldn’t swallow fast enough… I was drowning!
- oh shit! Its gone wrong!!
- I'm in full panic mode right now
- yes, that is the fluid from my forced drink coming out of my nose and 'no' I couldn't breathe Frantically I struggled to reach the keys and my free myself – but my cleverness was also my enemy as my nylon encased fingers fumbled and dropped the keys (just what I’d planned but now threatening my life). Trying to stay calm but feeling the panic mounting I struggled upright and even more franticly tried to free my wrists from the ropes as liquid poured down my nose. Finally my wrist pulled free and I tore away the nylon over my nose – snorting snot and liquid out as I finally drew in a lung-full of air.
- panic over, deep breathing and calming down. The whole drama only lasted around 20 seconds (I watched the video) and aside from a burning sensation in my nasal passages I was unharmed… but it took me a few minutes to calm down again afterwards. It was real fright and I realised that had I properly got the handcuff around my wrist ropes I could have been in real trouble….. close, too close, too close by a very long way!
So what happened next?
I carried on – that’s what!
Well, sort of…. I’d disconnected the enema pipe during my struggles, so all I got from that was a wet bum! But the desire for an enema had not left me and I just had to do something. Untying my legs I got out of the bath and quickly improvised a different enema plug and re-dressed myself before climbing back in. Using a large pipe through the plug and the funnel to pour water in I proceeded to fill myself with over 2l of warm water – grief it felt soooo good and all the drama of a few minutes previously was quickly forgotten.
- still aroused after all that drama
Watching back on the video again I spotted that my erection didn’t falter at all throughout those moments of fear and panic – which may say something rather worrying about my psyche. What went well? Err, I survived an act of gross stupidity! I was stupid, Stupid, STUPID. You should never ever, ever, try a scenario like this without a safe test run first. I broke all the rules and very nearly paid a high price for it. I was lost in the ’zone’ and rational thought seemed to have taken a break for more than a few minutes.
On a more positive note I did enjoy many aspects of my session and will do something similar again…. After testing every part out thoroughly first!
The release mechanism for my forced drinking worked perfectly, as did the basics behind my ‘stay bound or suffer’ set-up
What could be improved? Ok, so obviously a hell of a lot, but on a more technical level I do have these thoughts
The enema set-up – once again the plug failed me and is now in the bin! I’ve already tested a home-made replacement that performed very well (and is worthy of a separate post) so I’m working on improving it further; stay tuned for progress.
The forced drink – I know what I did wrong; a combination of too much fluid and too much flow was my downfall (and nearly my fate). But the idea is still there and I still get aroused by the idea (yes, I know – very weird!) Play safe, really… I mean it, please , please play safe and learn from my lucky escape.
I had reached a point, around mid-afternoon of my second day ‘home alone’, where the lack of any orgasm during my self-bondage sessions had become unbearable and I simply had to cum…
Equipment: 70den closed crotch, long sleeved nylon bodysuit with sheath 20den closed crotch, long sleeved nylon bodysuit with sheath 20den gloss pantyhose Lycra body 8 knee-highs Rope Condom High-heeled ankle boots Leather cuffs, neck collar and D-links Butt-plug (my biggest!) Ear plugs Cock vibrator and timer Wooden post Clover nipple clamps
The session: I was still pumped up from my previous session (MJ-SB06/2015 – Home alone session 6:Mouthful of dildo or suffer) and more than ever I needed to cum – so rather than attempt something complicated or sophisticated I chose a simple bondage position that had worked very well in the past. The only clothing change from my last adventure was the removal of my dress and changing the knee-highs over my head from those with holes in to some that where intact.
- the start point (plus gratuitous bum shot!) Starting out I simply lashed a wooden post upright to the foot of my bed using rope. Next I tied my vibrator in place to my cock (using more knee-highs) and tucked everything neatly inside my Lycra body, with the power cord leading away to a wall socket and my timer (set to start in 20mins) My booted ankles still had cuffs on them so I re-fixed them together with a small snap-link clip, but didn’t bind them to the wooden post. On a whim (and still in my ‘sub’ mode) I also re-attached the clamps to my nipples – just for that little extra stimulation in my play. Using a long length of rope I bound my upper thighs and waist tightly to the post. With the same rope I also bound my shoulders and finally, using the remaining length, gagged myself to the post (I love a rope gag that also ties my head to something – it feels incredibly sexy to me). Reaching behind me I picked up my wrist rope and more knee-highs; the knee highs, as always, went over my hands and arms which I used the wrist rope to quickly and simply bind my encased wrists together behind my back and the post. Oh what blissful helplessness – even before starting my body was awash with the endorphins that come with sexual arousal, but being bound once again I very quickly drifted deeper into my fantasies. The large plug in my ass, almost forgotten after being in for over 4hrs, could be moved by me bending my knees very slightly and the same action caused the clamps to be tugged just nicely to tease me further. All of these things, combined with the thoughts of my planned next session meant that when the timer switched my cock vibrator on, I was already very aroused and it was inevitable that the first cycle managed to do what 20 previous ones couldn’t and I came, and came and came….
- mid orgasm (for me this is still and EOTD anytime!) Whoa! My knees buckled and legs went like jelly as the long denied orgasm crashed through my entire body. I can honestly say that it was one of the most intense I’ve ever experienced in self-bondage. Even when the vibrator stopped I wasn’t finished and my legs kept trembling and shaking as I hung in my ropes against the post.
- hands free again but can't resist a quick fondle What went well? This was one of the simplest sessions I experienced all week, but it produced the most intense orgasm I’ve had in self-bondage. Possibly this was due to my heightened state of arousal and sexual frustrations caused by the previous sessions, but it is something I’m going to have to try again.
What could be improved? I’m genuinely reluctant to change anything – simply because I don’t want to lose the ultimate experience I had when I finally came, but….
I need to be 100% encased – that small area of bare skin around my neck ‘spoilt’ the image for me (though not the experience) when playing back images. I have the clothing to do it and will sort it for next time. I will also try this in my dress; for the life of me I don’t know why I didn’t keep it on for the session anyway.
As is always the case I wanted to be ‘forced’ to stay bound for longer – the problem I have is not knowing if I can take the hour or so it would usually take an ice-release to work (I can’t make them smaller as they seem to break-down much too quickly or else physically fall apart under the stress of bondage. Does anyone have a fool-proof ice release, lasting 20-30mins maximum that can also take the full force of my straining against it?
Creating a proper bondage post – I’ve attempted this before, but for various reasons have not yet made one that can be easily hidden away when not in use and yet be strong enough to safely hold me upright (and not break or tip over).
Combining this scenario with suspension – oh my, what a fantasy that was in my head. Binding myself to a post that could then be hoisted upwards and off the floor would be an incredible experience. Vertical (head-up) would, I think, require a foot-bar to support me – but I imagine the experience to be intense. A horizontal (face down) position would also seem to offer some incredibly different feelings of helplessness (with my weight against the ropes it may be very intense).
Camera angles – I couldn’t work the angles to get a decent image of this session, I will improve that next time around. Play safe MJ
Before I start, a few works on the subject of pain. The following session does involve mild discomfort and a little pain - if even the mildest of pain isn’t your thing, thenpleaseread no further, I shall not be offended or think any the less of you for it. Personally I am not into the whole sadism thing and hence not the entire BDSM scene (only the B as it happens) but, just occasionally I do find myself indulging in a little bit of nipple play and the use of clover clamps (the ones that pinch tighter the more you pull) and get a bizarre pleasure from that (ok so maybe I’m into both the B and a little M of BDSM). In everyday life I’m an utter wimp when it comes to pain, and any sexual image involving it is an utter turn-off to me – so I can’t easily explain why I occasionally ‘flip’ (just a little bit) to the other side. Anyway, enough said, on with my tale: I was on a ‘sub’ high after the previous torment and teasing, doubly so because an attempt to orgasm using the massager after my session had ended proved futile (I think all the activity had left my cock numb! 😇 ) – All I wanted now was to undergo some ‘punishing’ self-bondage and I had just the plan for that…
Equipment: 70den closed crotch, long sleeved nylon bodysuit with sheath 20den closed crotch, long sleeved nylon bodysuit with sheath 20den gloss pantyhose Lycra body Lycra body-con dress Handcuffs 8 knee-highs Rope Condom High-heeled ankle boots Leather cuffs, neck collar and D-links Chain Butt-plug (my biggest!) Clover Nipple clamps Ear plugs Large (and heavy) silicon dildo
The session: I didn’t change out of the clothes I’d worn in my last session (MJ-SB05/2015 – Home alone session 5:A new day and looking for ‘release’) but did slip into my tight dress to become the ‘damsel in distress’ once more. I removed my gag and replaced the knee-highs with some old ones that had been laddered, providing an opening around my mouth. The neck collar went back on, as I had a need for that for another part of my planned bondage. My session would be one that required me to hold a very heavy dildo in my mouth that was tied to clover clamps on my nipples. I would have to hold the dildo or subject myself to the consequences of dropping it – a sort of ‘forced deep-throat or suffer’, though not that deep! I wanted to add more to the session though; the first step was to hobble my ankles together (using the cuffs again) and to chain my ankles to my neck collar, making movement just that little bit more difficult. Finally I would ‘force’ myself to walk for my freedom by cuffing my wrists together with a combination of wrist cuffs and hand-cuffs, but placing the key to my handcuffs a good distance away at the bottom of the stairs (I would start at the top). I also added a final twist by roping the handcuffs to a point downstairs to prevent me getting close enough to the wall to easily rest from sucking/holding the dildo in my mouth. With both camera and video set up I began my adventure…
- that's my arms and hands encased and the cuffs on, with knee-highs over my head
- a short hobble between my cuffed ankles and a chain that is just too short to my neck collar
- it was a struggle to get the handcuffs through the d-rings of my wrist cuffs
- but I did it and now I'm trapped until I get to the keys, which are down the stairs
- the beginning of my hold or suffer
- already having to kneel down to re-position the dildo in my mouth
- Its not as bad as it looks! OK, so it is as bad as it looks 😉
- getting back up was a struggle
- oh-no! nearly dropping the dildo
- Arrrggghhh and Ouch!
- getting it back into my mouth
- struggling to hold it in again (or am I deliberately trying to drop it?)
- dropped it again!
- I finally decide to remove the clamps, this is going to hurt
- yes, it hurt!
- time to get free
- off to find the keys
What went well?
It was a really fun scenario to have to move to get free – I’ve never tried a hobble before and found it very satisfying when combined with the need to cover a distance for my freedom. I usually love to be tied ‘to’ something, but the need to struggle around the house to gain my freedom is quickly becoming a major turn-on.
The deep throat or suffer – ok, it wasn’t a really deep throat, but in my state of arousal I found it incredibly sexy. The suffering wasn’t so bad as to make it unbearable, but was bad enough to make it desirable to avoid! I dropped the dildo twice and the experience was intense.
What could be improved? Checking the camera memory card before starting! I got 3 shots before the card was full – what an idiot!
Better video angles – a difficult one to sort out in the space I used, but I have plans for any future adventures Make it more difficult to hold the dildo – even though I did drop it twice I felt that the challenge should be harder in a re-run of this scenario. Two ideas I’d like to try are adding weights to the dildo/rope and a large ring gag. The weights are simple enough, plus make the consequences of dropping that much more painful; whilst a ring gag would prevent me from holding the dildo with my teeth or lips and (I think) mean that I would have to ‘suck’ it inside my mouth to keep it in place…. Mmmmmm!
A longer walk/hobble/crawl to freedom – as I’ve mentioned above, I’ve never really played with self-bondage scenarios that require me to move any distance to gain my release, but now I’ve tried one I want to try it again and make the distance I have to travel further.
Handcuffs – the ones I use are cheap and nasty, I need to invest in something better but that are as comfortable as my leather cuffs; any ideas/suggestion? Play safe
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