Warning: Contains Fem-Dom themes and non-consensual behaviour.
“Back again so soon “ the nurses smiling face turns from me to my mistress. “Yes. he is absolutely hopeless – you know he still can’t control his masturbation, we get to the end of the month and he weakens every time”. Turning back, the nurse looks kindly at me and says “This way.” It’s not my first visit; my mistress has committed me to the psych ward several times as a chronic masturbator. We reach the change room and the nurse unlocks it for me “Remember what to do” , “Yes” I reply getting slightly aroused. She notices and just shakes her head “You are a most difficult case.”
Once in the room I strip, as usual there is a bag provided for all my street cloths. On the table sits the all to familiar straightjacket and hospital gown. The gown is white and like a long sleeve lycra shirt but has sewn sleeve ends like the jacket. Lycra stretchy and soft, the gowns caress my body giving me to an instant erection; placing my arms into the straightjacket only adds fuel to the raging fire. Red faced and tenting, I walk over and press the buzzer on the wall with my canvas encased hands.
The nurse re-enters, rolls her eyes and immediately starts to strap me in so escape is impossible. It feels just like any of the other visits only this time she removes some locks from her pocket and places them on the buckles. Smiling she says “Looks like your case has been upgraded” my heart skips a beat as I hear the ominous click of each lock. “Lean back I have to give you a small injection this time”. The nurse grabs a small needle, before I can comment she has injected it into my neck. I try to talk but my voice is now failing by the second. She smiles and says “Vocal aesthetic “ it will wear off in a few days.
Worried now, this is not like the other visits. I’m now helpless and unable to communicate. The nurse attaches a lead to the neck ring of the jacket and leads me out. My mistress is busy typing on the admissions computer terminal down the hallway. Expecting that she is just typing in details I think nothing of it. Next stop is a row of seats where my lead is clipped on securely while I wait further processing.
An older female doctor walks towards me scans my jacket barcode then reads the information on her hand terminal and shakes her head, “Hmm my my it says you are not just a chronic masturbator but also have a court order for sterilisation and penis desensitisation.” You must have been very bad boy. My eyes widen in alarm, it’s all a mistake, I try to talk but my voice is gone, I scream and nothing comes out. A nurse notices my distress and gestures for orderlies for help to quickly escort me to the small procedures room. What seems like only moments later, strapped down with my legs up in stirrups, exposed and vulnerable.
The doctor strides in and grabs the scanner and points it at my jacket, there is a beep and I watch her eyes flicking across a screen. She hesitates then “Ok. I think we will band him first” the doctor barks to the young assistant who quickly hands her the elastrator pliers and two green rings. She loads the rings onto the end of the pliers and presses hard to open them against the sturdy grip of rubber. Once open she gently pushes my sack into the unit so the rings are directly behind my balls, then with two fingers she dislodges the rings from the pliers. I jerk violently against the restraints as each ring bites down suddenly with its ever-contracting fury; no matter how I twist I’m helpless and have no way to remove them.
The doctor looks at me while cupping my now purple balls “They will take about an hour before they start to die and the pain will fade by morning – so enjoy it while it lasts” I scream and try to thrash about but no sound comes out.
“Now for that recalcitrant penis of yours” she feels around the base trying to locate the dorsal nerve, with great precision pushes a small thin blade into my penis severing the nerve. The effect is immediate. My cock is now numb in all the best spots. She strokes it a bit to check if I’m getting any pleasure but I feel nothing and my balls now feel like they are on fire.
Looking towards the orderlies the doctor says, “OK Hood him then down to a padded cell, I’ll cut the remains off in the morning.”
The orderly approaches with one of their standard white “therapeutic” hoods. It said in the brochure that my mistress had that they calmed the patients by reducing their exposure to external stimuli. Soon I felt it’s soft embrace from head to neck as it turns everything to white. Unstrapped from the table then a tug on my still attached leash, which beckons me to my private room. I can feel the padded room on my feet first, then echoing noise of the hospital ward is gone; the door has been locked.
One of my favourite ways of enjoying super intense self-bondage is to trap myself inside a plastic bag and add a vacuum cleaner to the mix, oh what fun it can be….
Equipment:
70den closed crotch nylon bodysuit with sheath
20den sheer pantyhose
6 knee-highs
large butt plug
rope
Condom
towel and cushions
Chair with ‘head pole’
Home-made ‘penis’ gag
Duct tape
large plastic bag with attached breather tube
Elastic band
Vacuum cleaner
Digital timer
Ear Plugs
high-heeled boots
black Lycra body
The session:
My first morning home alone and I determined to make the most of the day. After finishing the domestic chores (exercise and feed animals, do washing, shower, check mail, check email, surf the internet, etc.) I was in the mood for some more serious self-bondage fun. Out came the big plastic bag for repair and safety checks (I’m not dying for self-bondage), a chair and various other fun items.
I like my vacuum bondage to include as much encasement as I can manage, so after slipping in the mandatory butt-plug, I quickly dressed in my favourite nylon bodysuit, a shiny pair of pantyhose, my black Lycra body and high heeled boots. As always I’ve added my ear plugs to deaden any noise (nice isolation feeling) and prevent any risk of injury to my ear-drums.
The gag - as part of my bondage I always add a gag, but for vacuum sessions it is quite special. I use a home-made penis gag, which is held in place by many strips of duct tape so that it is sealed into my mouth.
I use a small sharp knife to make a hole through the duct tape and into the hollow ‘breather’ – this is very important for later! I also pull old, laddered, two knee-highs over my head and align the holes in them to my breather; this gets me closer to the 100% encasement I love with only that small gap around my neck and my hands uncovered… for now.
The set-up – the chair is inside the plastic bag, on top of a towel to protect it from both the chair legs and my spiked heels. I’ve filled the gap between the chair legs with cushions to prevent the bag ‘bursting’ inwards when the vacuum is applied (it has in the past). I’ve also added a post to the back of the chair – the intention is that my head will be held upright as the vacuum pulls the bag tight around my head and the post. The vacuum cleaner is connected and on the timer.
The first cycle (15mins away) runs for 1min only so if anything goes wrong I’m not stuck for too long (or worse) the second cycle is the import one. It starts 5mins after the first ends and then runs for 5mins (the longest I’d dare run the cleaner for) before ending my session.
Getting into the bag – I’ve set everything up, the timer is counting down, and now a carefully step inside the bag.
Inside my Lycra body are 4 more knee-highs and my wrist coils of rope, around my wrist is an elastic band for sealing the bag when I’m inside.
Sealing my fate – I close the open end of the bag, but ONLY after ensuring the breather pipe through the bag is connected to the breather hole in my gag.
This is a very tight connection to ensure it isn’t accidently pulled out and also to improve the overall seal inside my plastic prison.
The neck of the bag is sealed with the elastic band and I’m ready to go.
Waiting – I have no idea how much time is left before the vacuum will start, but I quickly complete my preparations.
2 knee-highs are pulled over each of my hands and arms, up beyond my elbows, now my skin is almost 100% encased in nylon.
Oh my! – The vacuum is applied and very quickly I’m smothered in a rapidly shrinking cocoon of tight, oh so tight, plastic.
The first minute is intense but I can feel a cool draught past my face which tells me the seal is leaking (again!).
In the 5mins between cycles I quickly re-make the seal and slip the rope coils around my wrists, behind the chair and twist them tight.
The second cycle is much more intense and though the seal is still not 100% (trust me the difference that makes is utterly incredible)
I am as helpless as I’ve ever felt for the full 5 minutes of my vacuum cycle, if you flick between these two photos that is all the movement I could make.
Even though I felt I was trapped for ages the 5mins is over too soon – I confess to playing again before finally ending my vacuum fun, so please excuse any changes in the gag (I re-gagged myself with a different tape) and understand the pictures are a 'best off' selection.
What went well?
The chair – I love the added restriction that being vacuumed ‘to’ brings to my sessions. Using the pole to hold my head upright was a success, though maybe need a bit more work to become even better!
. What could be improved?
Number 1 has to be the seal – too often it fails or partially fails and I feel cheated at not getting the full effect of my vacuum self-bondage. There must be an easier and more reliable method of sealing the open neck of the bag.
The timing – I am in a bit of a dilemma here; the only sure way of releasing the vacuum that I can find is to use the vacuum cleaner on a timer, but I don’t trust the cleaner to run safely under the load of a full vacuum (much more than simply using it for cleaning the house) for much more than 5mins (if you recall I have had 3 cleaners burn out, with smoke and flames, in ‘normal’ use, so you will understand my nervousness)
A latex hood – I want a clear latex hood with a gag with breather pipe (maybe with an inflatable gag?) , the very thought of using this in my session causes arousal, but I’ve never seen such a thing – there are black/red ones about, however I need to see what I’m doing but at the same time have the encasement I desire.
It must be nearly twenty years ago that I bought a cheap pair of clompy platform gogo boots (the first women's boots I ever had the courage to buy in person) at Cloggs in Birmingham's 'Oasis' alternative fashion centre. I haven't worn them in ages and when I re-found them recently in the spare room wardrobe they'd completely perished. However I couldn't resist one last wear before I threw them out. No time to fem up properly so no binding, tucking, padding, wig or make-up, just Dark Toast Danskin Ultrashines and Netskins under a rubber leo and hotpants. All on top of my CB6000, apologies for the talc on my bum 😉
I have been trying to find a thick belt to use around my waist. At the moment we use a cargo type belt it works great wont come lose but its so thin it digs into my skin. I've looked on eBay found a few corset type belts but nothing that would really hold up to much stress. I'm looking for about a 4 inch thick belt with some heavy duty belt holes or locking system. I've also looked at weight belts but they are too thick and big. Anyways just wondering if anyone has seen Anythimg like this?
Found an excellent scenario log by the "ties that bind me" blog.
The basic idea is stepping on an anal plug fixed on a vertical stand, with a help of a box to stand on, and then kicking away the box. If you wear high heals, there is no way to rise to your toetips and unplug. You are totally free to move, just unable to walk away anywhere 😇
The author (!!!applause!!!) combines the release with icelock on hands, however if the plug were high even having free hands would not help much. How the release could be designed that would lower the plug after certain time? maybe a piston filled with ice?
have only just got around to introducing myself. I have to ask:
1) Are there any fellow aussies on here?
2) how many women are into self-bondage, by your reckoning?
After my first session it was very late, past midnight, and I was so turned on I needed more and quickly!
Equipment:
70den closed crotch nylon bodysuit
Large butt plug
Condom
Black Zentai suit
Rope
High-heeled ankle boots
Karabiner/Carabiner
Leg-spreader bar
Chair
Vibrator
digital timer
The session:
This was an immediate follow-on session after my Zentai hogtie - I was still dressed in my bodysuits, now sweat soaked, and enjoying my butt plug, and was spurred on by my arousal - I wanted more bondage, it had to be quick, it had to be intense and I wanted to cum.
There was a chair in the room plus more of my bondage kit, so my solution was to bind myself to the chair with a timed massager to stimulate me – this was most certainly going to be a ‘tied to’ session
Sitting down half tied - my legs are already tied, lifted off the floor by a rope around each booted ankle that is fastened to the chair and also across the top of my thighs. You might just be able to see the massager under my crotch – pressing nicely against my encased cock (remember I needed an orgasm urgently). The massager is mains powered and controlled by a digital timer which will, after a set time, switch the device on/off for 60 second cycles of vibration in-between 2-3minute pauses – 10 cycles in total.
I’ve fastened my leg-spreader to the chair back and hooked the karabiner through an eye at the top as an easy connection point and a small cushion makes my head more comfortable.
Now, what should I do with all these ropes?
Binding my head – for some reason I love the tightness of rope around my head, especially when using it as a gag and blindfold.
Due to the level of arousal I was a little bit more lavish with the ropes than normal with the wraps going around my head and pole behind me, gagging and blinding myself harshly. I also wound the rope around my throat (not tight, but very snug), rendering my whole head utterly immobile against the pole.
Wrist coils on – slipping my hands into the prepared coils and racing against the timer clock to be ready for the first vibrations.
Once in the coils I reached upwards and behind my head to clip my bound wrists into the karabiner, holding them well away from my body.
Now I can sit back and relax – well, for almost 5 minutes I did, then the first vibrations started. I came very close to orgasm on the first cycle, closer on the second (the 2 minutes between seemed like hours) but the third cycle was too much and I finally achieved some release.
I did stay bound like this for a couple more cycles, but now that my lust was satisfied I very quickly struggled free and, after stripping off my sweat soaked gear, headed to bed for sleep.
What went well?
Another case of the simple things in life often being the best - A chair, rope and massager provided a wonderful experience and perfect ending to my evening of fun.
Head bondage is amazing, well to me at least! The caress of rope, especially through layers of Lycra and nylon, with it pulled so deliciously tight into my mouth turned me on so much it hurt.😋
Massager – a great position, almost too good in fact as it brought about my orgasm 15 minutes earlier than I really wanted it to (but I did REALLY WANT IT!), another one to try again.
What could be improved?
I should have been patient and gone for a proper self-bondage rig and made myself truly helpless. Ice-cubes could have made sit there and suffer those extra 15-20 minutes of vibrations; who know, I may have been ‘forced’ to cum again… now there is a naughty thought!😁
More rope – I know I loved my head bondage, but I think I could have done more body bondage and I know I would enjoy it… maybe next time when I’m a bit less aroused?
More cameras – this session was never going to be a source of great video/photos, but a few more angles might have made it look as good as it felt.
A shorter telling than usual, but I hope you enjoyed it
My home alone days where here and I wanted to re-discover some of my old favourites for self-bondage fun.
Equipment:
70den closed crotch nylon bodysuit
Large butt plug
Condom
Black Zentai suit
Rope (lots of!)
Head harness ball gag
High-heeled ankle boots
Karabiner/Carabiner
The session:
To kick-off my few days of freedom (err…) I decided to try a simple rope hogtie, but spice it up by using my Zentai suit, which had not seen action for some time. To add some extra fetish fun I would insert my favourite plug and also wear a second bodysuit under the Zentai one – well, I’m I pervert, what would expect?! As always the thrill as my condom encased cock slid inside the sheath of the nylon bodysuit ensured I was very eager to proceed with my self-bondage.
I had set up two video cameras, one looking along the length of my bed (I would be tied up, not tied to!) and the second at 90degrees to the bed where I expected my head to be.
All my gear ready to go!
Ready to go with my ankles tied, with rope around and under my booted heels, then more loops below and above my knees, with a further loop at the top of my thighs (this is one I find especially sexy for some reason) – all cinched very tight!
My harness gag is on and, of course, the well lubricated butt plug is inside my ass. You might also spot the waist rope that circles around my body and then passes down and through my crotch several times, pulling tight and framing my triple encased cock (and also pulling the plug deeper inside me). The pre-prepared wrist coils and chest/upper body ropes are all near to hand. I’ve already clipped the Carabiner, with hogtie rope, to my ankle bindings.
I’m struggling into the coils around my upper body. This is not as easy as some may think, with my legs tightly bound and the softness of the mattress contributing to my precarious wobbling - not at all sexy at this point of the proceedings!
The upper coils are in place and I’ve cinched them tight by passing a rope between my chest and arms (both sides), then up, behind my neck and back down again to prevent any risk of them slipping downwards (they really were tight so that risk was very small). Now I’m struggling to get my wrists through the prepared coils behind my back, with a sliding noose (the hogtie rope) ready to cinch the coils tight when I stretch out.
I’m ready to go, but slightly afraid. Is it just me who hesitates before the final act that will plunge me into helplessness? All the worries fly through my mind: will I be able to get free? Are my back-up plans in place? Will I be safe from unwanted disturbance? What if it all goes wrong and I get stuck? Deep breaths and then I pass the point of no return as I fall towards the mattress, feet kicking out in an involuntary act that snatches the cinch noose tight around my wrists and tugs my bound heels and wrists towards each other… oh sweet bliss it feels so good!
(this is so much better on video I must share with you all)
I writhe and struggle, testing my bondage and fanning the flames of lust that where reignited as I felt the first thrill of helplessness.
After my initial thrashings I change my movements to seek stimulation, feeling the exotic caress of nylon under Lycra within my enforced encasement.
Curse my own cleverness (or should that be idiocy?) – The bondage is too tight for my hands to reach my cock, no matter how hard I try.
Worse still my cock is encased in three different coverings (latex/nylon/Lycra) and so de-sensitised that my frantic ‘humping’ actions to bring a desperately lusted for orgasm are hopelessly futile… but it’s fun trying!
My self-bondage is controlled only by my own willingness to stay bound and after 20 long minutes I am exhausted and nicely frustrated by my efforts to cum; it’s time to free myself.
This isn’t at all easy as the wrist cinch has pulled very tight and locked itself on – I experience a strange thrill as I struggle to overcome the resistance of the rope, my actions hampered by the Lycra over my fingers. Incredibly my flagging erection is rekindled as I work at the knots, what a wonderful feeling.
Free at last – well, almost! My wrists are out of their bindings and my hands make and almost involuntarily move to my cock.
Yet even now I’m frustrated as the cleverness of my dressing prevents an easy orgasm and leaves me once again frustrated but strangely happy.
What went well?
So many things just worked during this session.
The ropes – so nice and tight, but also very comfortable for the 20minutes or so I was bound, and I didn’t have any bruises or marks afterwards which is always a bonus!
Double (or even triple) encasement – why I haven’t tried the combination of both a Zentai and nylon bodysuit like this before I will never know! The feeling of nylon next to my skin being rubbed (or should that be ‘caressed’?) by Lycra was utterly amazing and I really enjoyed my helpless wriggling on the bed!
The combination of latex (condom), nylon (bodysuit sheath) and Lycra (Zentai suit) over my cock was a wonderfully frustrating feeling; sensitive enough to become aroused but not enough feeling to orgasm… perfect for holding my lust and arousal at just the right level.
Tied up – you may have read my post (tied up or tied to?)and even voted about the merits of being ‘tied up’ versus being ‘tied to’ and how I felt that ‘tied to’ was better… well this session was a very big celebration of being tied up’– simply put I loved it!
What could be improved?
To be tied longer and be truly helpless – it’s always the same, I started out looking for a (relatively) easy to escape bondage but near the end I wished (oh how I wished!) the session could have ‘made’ to last longer. This may seem strange to some 😒, after all I could have chosen to stay bound for as long as I wanted, but there is something much, much, more erotic to me in the feeling of true helplessness, knowing, without any doubt at all, that I can’t get free when I want to and that I have to stay bound and helpless until something I have no direct control over finally frees me. 😇
Use my full nylon bodysuit – for this session I wore my ‘closed crotch’ bodysuit with sheath, long sleeve and high neck, which was amazing, but I also have my full bodysuit with fingers and head (see this post -Pantyhose bodysuit ). I’m certain that would be even more fun!
Shorter rope between ankles and wrists – I want this just to make the bondage that little bit more stringent and in an ideal session my legs would always be bent and my wrists held under tension due to the shortness of this rope. Maybe a bar of some kind might work better?
A better gag – my head-harness ball gag is ‘ok’, but that’s all. I crave a much more challenging, mouth filling, gag that will really make me feel vulnerable.
Correct camera angles/more cameras – as you will see I messed the angles and missed some possibly great shots, maybe a third (and fourth?) camera will solve this? On the same subject I have some new video software and hope to be posting some short clips soon (much editing required – plus conversion of media files), however I should warn you all that I am not yet up to the superb standards set by Anne! (see post Anne's shiny selfbondage )
I hope you enjoyed this retelling of my session as much as I enjoyed doing it! 😁
