I was on a bit of roll with my 'proper' self-bondage adventures, using my trusty Ice-release to ensure I stayed bound without hope of escape until the ice melted. This session was a re-run of one that didn't work quite as planned (MJ-SB02/2021 – Lycra suit and ice, a close call) and I wanted to get it right this time.
Equipment:
20cm butt plug
Black body shaper type tights
Long sleeved Lycra body
20D Black tights
Lycra mask
Ball gag
Rope
Leather wrist cuffs
Handcuffs
Ice-release and ice cubes
'Tight' Cobra chastity cage
Long Lycra gloves
Red shiny mini-skirt
Corset
Posture collar
Chain
5" 'Killer' High-heels
The Session:
As per my usual approach, I'd set up as much of my gear as possible before even getting dressed for the session. The mix of my long plug and the cage was sign of things to come, stimulation and denial in equal parts.
I've had to trim down over an hour of video to the 20 minutes or so posted below - it's amazing how being properly helpless and restrained leaves very little movement for the camera!
This was a much better experience than my previous ice-release bed tie - swapping the wrist rope for cuffs made everything feel much more comfortable and yet still secure.
Securing myself to the bed - the ropes from my ankles, waist and posture collar worked very well and prevented me moving forwards (toward the camera) and getting closer to the ice-release.
Crossed bound ankles - I still feel new to this approach, but love it and will keep exploring what more I can do using it.
Tying on my high heels - I have no idea why I find this sexy, but I do and love how I can't kick them of or struggle out of them.
What could be improved?
A neater solution to lock my wrist cuffs - I used handcuffs for this as I trust them and they are (relatively) easy to use when locking the D-rings of the wrist cuffs together, but they feel clumsy and don't look very neat. I will be considering padlocks for my next adventure.
Tethering myself to the bed using chains, not ropes - as you might tell from the video, the ropes from my ankles, waist and collar did a great job, but they were fussy to set up. I think chains might be a simpler, quicker, and just as reliable.
Adding some stimulation - what you might not see on the video is how frustrated I became when I couldn't quite get any stimulation from my predicament, which was both good and bad at the same time. I am already thinking about how to include some form of timed (on and off, in cycles) stimulation for the next time I try this set-up.
Include a clock in the video - it occurred to me when editing this video that if I'd placed a clock in the scene you could see where I'd fast-forwarded, cut motionless minutes out and so on. I will try to do that next time.
Apologies for another late posting of a session from this summer, but I hope you like my retelling of it as much as I did enacting it.
MJSB-11/2024 Back in Black bathtub enema self-bondage with an enema twist
After the fun I had with MJSB-05/2024 Bingo - part 3 bath time! it was only a matter of time before I had to try it again. This was the session and I had included a nice twist to my adventure .
Equipment:
Enema kit (2 litre size)
Enema Butt Plug
Black body shaper type tights
Lycra body
Mesh long-sleeved top
Lycra mask
Head harness with built-in collar and penis gag
Rope
Leather wrist and ankle cuffs
Handcuffs
Ice-release and ice cubes
'Tight' Cobra chastity cage
Long PVC gloves
The Session:
I was keen to try out my design for releasing an enema, before releasing myself from self-bondage - the idea being that I would be 'forced' to endure a period of time with the enema inside me, before being freed from my self-bondage. I elected to keep my dressing simple for this session: tights with a hole for the enema tube, a mesh long sleeved top, an old and much loved Lycra body (also with an opening for the enema tube). I added a Lycra mask and my head-harness, plus leg cuffs before getting into the bath.
The enema had already been set up, along with my release mechanism for both the self-bondage and enema. I'd tried various ideas before realising a much simpler solution might work - and this is what I went with. I found that by threading the back holding the ice-cubes between two small rings I could arrange for the enema tube to be dropped (releasing the liquid) before releasing the chain to my wrist cuffs. Maybe this phot will help explain the arrangement:
I'd puzzled over how to get the timing right, before realising the simplest solution was to get one ice cube out from the thermos cup 10 minutes before the other, giving it longer to melt.
The enema tube is trapped between two ice-cubes with the left-hand one being the cube I got out 10minutes early. I put that in the bag and threaded it through the first ring. I added the second cube and then threaded the neck of the bag through the second ring and tied it to the chain for my handcuffs. The enema tube is strapped between the two cubes and rings. When the first/left-hand cube melts the bag can run through the first ring, releasing the enema, but remains trapped by the second ice-cube and ring - so I'm still left in my self-bondage!
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What went well?
The enema release worked perfectly and so did my final self-bondage release - I love that they required nothing more complex than two ice-cubes and two small rings. And I now know I can further 'fine-tune' things to achieve different timings if I wish.
I know this will sound silly, but performing this in the bath was amazingly comfortable and took away all my fears of 'spillages' or similar 'accidents' - meaning I could focus on the scenario, rather than worry about the mess (there wasn't one, well, nothing serious). What could be improved?
A stiffer enema tube - I did bleed the tube this time (a mistake I made in MJSB-05/2024 ) but suffered reduced flow due to the pipe bending too much. In hindsight the reduced flow did make the enema take longer to empty, which was ok, but not really what I wanted to experience. I shall be looking out for more suitable tubing - ideally a rigid or very stiff tube might be ideal.
Making the enema tube fall out of reach when the enema is released - you will notice that eventually I was able to reach the enema tube and valve, not what I wanted (I did resist the temptation). I don't think this will be too difficult to achieve, just a matter of weights or positioning.
Adding a bit more bondage - I want to feel a little more helpless, mostly my legs. I know how to do this so will try to incorporate it in my next session.
And, finally, something that I've nearly tried, but sensibly (I think) didn't!
Turn on the tap - Oh the temptation was so, so strong to put the plug in the bath and turn on the tap, just a little. I could imagine the cool water (both sessions were on warm days with it being +20C in the bathroom) slowly seeping into my clothing, getting deeper around my helpless body, reaching my plugged ass, then my balls and eventually my caged cock. But I didn't do it - thinking of the risks of deeper water around my head, my mouth and then my nose!
We had a new idea this week when we got hold of a little children's horse.
I installed it on a large pallet so that it would be stable and --> could be moved easily depending on the objectives.
HOW IT WORKS
- Place a dildo (or two) in the size of your choice
- Sit down but leave your feet on the floor
- Shake the horse as if you were a kid.
Can anybody tell me where I can find/download videos of hardcore action (hetero), or photos of latex or rubber please?
(it appears difficult to find genuine stuff on the net)
Once upon a time, I read a fiction book that used some type of rubber cement to bind the hands, forcing the hand to be stuck in a fist shape (so essentially using it as bondage mitts). In the book, the rubber cement cured extremely quickly by submerging it in water. I'm not sure if there is any rubber cement in real life that cures with water, or that cures that quickly, or one that is non-toxic and safe to use on skin, but I'd love to find out if something like that did exist. I had wondered if caulk of some sort would work, but I didn't know enough about it to know if it would work or was safe. So this post is mainly to ask around to see if anything like that does exist and could be used for bondage or self bondage.
The passage comes from the Tennis Shoes Adventure Series book 4 (ironically enough). Here's a slightly annotated version of how it went:
“... the basin in the middle of the room – the one filled with the greenish-black muck. They forced me to dip both hands into the muck, halfway to my elbows”
“They quickly immersed [my fists] in the cool water of the neighboring basin. Instantly the sludge congealed into a hard, rubbery coating. I tried to move my fingers and thumb, but they were completely immobile. My hands had become useless stumps, encased in rubbery cement.”
I'd love to hear if anyone knows of anything that could possibly work, whether it be rubber cement, caulk, or something else. I don't expect it to work as fast as it did in the story, but I'd love to be pleasantly surprised.
P.S. I've also thought about trying something similar with gallium, with using cold water on the outside to cause it to freeze since it has such a high freezing point, but I haven't bought any gallium to try it (yet?). If anyone has experience with it, any info would be appreciated.
Has anyone else seen or experienced boots being used in this way? Perhaps, this should be in the boot section:
I can see how stiff boots would make the hands feel much more helpless the even thumbless mittens.
I've heard rumors that boots are sometimes used this way in "Pony Play". I also once read a story (fiction) where the wife ordered a pair sized to her husband's hands and arms, as a form of punishment. Those boots reached all the way up to his armpits, and locked. I guess it's all up to the imagination.
I would like to first note, that this story was not written by me. I found it online, back in the 90's. This is one of many downloaded stories that I hope to post. Perhaps, soon, I will also compose a few of my own. I really have no disclaimers for this one, other than my only contributions being proof-reading and copy-editing. So, Enjoy:
Debbie's Desire
by R.S. Sherwood
Debbie had always craved the taste and feel of latex. She and her spouse, David, had been into the latex scene for nearly two decades. The two of them had enjoyed many latex sessions—that is, when David had not been traveling for his job. They had but one daughter, named Bonnie. For her sake, their sessions had always been late at night, or when Bonnie had been staying at a friend's house. Though they both loved latex, Debbie had been especially turned-on by it.
During business trips, David had always tried to bring home something made of latex. Over the years, Debbie had acquired quite a selection of latex clothing and bondage gear. She had dresses, catsuits, gloves, and hoods. You name; it she had it! Moreover, she had an uncontrollable desire to “satisfy herself”, whenever David was away. By now, the daughter had grown and left for college. Moreover, this particular week, David was on the road. The house was now eerily quiet, which left Debbie feeling horny. She could not stifle the delicious urge to dress totally in latex.
Debbie went to her closet, and selected a catsuit with feet, as well as a long pair of gloves and her favorite hood. She then went to her dresser, and pulled out a pair of latex underwear, with a built-in dildo and butt plug. Her hands shook, as she shivered with anticipation. Another drawer held her bondage gear. She selected a pair of leather wrist cuffs, ankle restraints, and thigh restraints. She also grabbed three double-ended “quick snaps”. These were like the clips on a dog leash, but with a snap at both ends. The most fearsome item though, had to be the 5-inch, leather, neck collar. All of these items were carefully laid-out on the bed. She could not wait to be in them.
Debbie began by sprinkling powder all over her body. This would make it much easier to slip into her waiting latex. Suitably powdered, she began with the latex underwear. The dildo and butt plug were lubed with K-Y Jelly, before she slowly inserted the intruders into their proper places. Next came the catsuit. Debbie stepped into the suit’s feet, and took her time pulling it on—making sure that there were no wrinkles. Once her arms were finally into the suit, she reached around to her back, and closed the zipper. The gloves were then applied with equal care, coming on smooth and unwrinkled.
Debbie took a moment in front of her full-length mirror, to admire her latex-encased body. Still, she was anxious to get to the fun! She examined the leather restraints that she had set on the bed. The wrist cuffs fastened with heavy roller-buckle straps. The tongues of the buckles ended in special metal loops, allowing the buckles to be locked. “Locking” was an option available on all of their bondage gear. Each cuff also had a metal ‘D’ ring securely attached. The sturdy thigh cuffs were similar, except that the pair were permanently fastened together, with a connecting metal ‘O’ ring. The ankle cuffs were just like those for the thighs. Debbie stared at the terrible, yet wonderful restraints. Just thinking about her next move caused her juices to flow! Of course, those two plugs didn’t help—especially, now that they were sealed inside of her, under layers of tight, unrelenting latex.
She began by buckling a cuff onto each wrist, and clipping a double-snap onto each D-ring. The dangling clips rattled, as she buckled one of the thigh cuffs to her left thigh, and an ankle cuff to her left ankle. She attached the third double-snap to the O-ring connecting the thigh cuffs. Debbie now climbed onto the bed, into a kneeling position. She strapped the other thigh cuff to her right thigh, and the remaining ankle cuff to her right ankle. Both legs were now securely locked together. This only got her more excited.
In a nearly-frenzied hurry, Debbie grabbed her favorite hood. This was a full hood, with no eye holes or mouth opening. It had only nose tubes for breathing, and a built-in inflatable gag. Carefully, she installed the nose tubes, before pulling the rest of the hood over her head. With relish, she grabbed the zipper-pull at the top of her head, and closed zipper, all the way down to the back of her neck. Debbie was now totally enclosed in tight latex. Not one bit of skin was showing.
She had to fumble blindly around the bed, to find the 5-inch collar. Upon retrieving it, she wrapped it around her neck, and tightened the two big roller-buckle straps. This collar was very rigid, and she could no longer turn her head. It also forced her chin and head upward, into a submissive position. She had shown herself no mercy, and she was in heaven!
Debbie was now wearing all of her latex, as well as all of her selected bondage gear. There were only a couple more steps to total helplessness. But, she could wait no longer. “Perhaps, a quickie...”, she thought to herself, “...to relieve the pressure.” She began rubbing her crotch with her right hand, while squeezing the inflating bulb for the gag, with her left. As the gag filled her mouth, she could feel herself rushing to climax. Her body became quite hot, as countless beads sweat now squirmed under the latex. It was over all-too-soon, as she collapsed onto her side.
However, Debbie was far from done. She quickly gathered her second wind, with a fresh resolve to complete her bondage. After deflating the gag with the pump bulb’s release button, she moved back to her kneeling position. She sat back onto her heels, and reached behind to find the double-snap hooked to her thigh restraints. She pulled and tugged, until she was able to hook the snap’s other end onto the ring between the ankle cuffs. Her bound ankles were now tightly secured to her thighs. She then used the snaps hanging from her wrist cuffs, to secure both wrists to the same ring between the ankles. No longer able to move, she fell forward, onto her stomach, helplessly hogtied!
Or was she helpless? Debbie used snap fasteners because she could undo them with her fingers. David had also used these, at first—figuring that Debbie would be unable to escape. That is, until he had learned of Debbie’s dexterity. After that, he had begun using locks. He would lock everything, including the buckles on the cuffs and collar, as well as any chastity device that she happened to be wearing. That’ll hold her! One time, after a session, David had released her from everything, except the collar and hood—just to see how she would react. When Debbie had discovered the locks still in-place, she had made only muffled sounds, while pointing to the problem. David had merely responded with a couple more pumps to the gag. Debbie had then frantically pulled at the locks, while David had laughed at her predicament. Trapped in darkness, she had tried to dig for the zipper on the hood. But, that zipper had been securely locked-away, under the collar. It was the same collar and hood that she was now wearing! No wonder these had become her favorites.
Today though, Debbie was all alone. She had all of the time in the world, to enjoy her helpless position. She began rocking back and forth on the bed, to drive the dildo in and out of herself. But, this only sent her into a frenzy. Perhaps, that first “relief” orgasm had not been a great idea. The second one seemed to remain frustratingly beyond her reach. She added swaying and bouncing to her motions. But, it all became just a cruel tease.
Worse, her gyrations had thrown the pump bulb between her ample chest and the bed. Now, with each forward rock, the gag inflated further. Soon, it was pumped to the point that speech became impossible, and her breathing began to feel restricted. She tried to twisting and bouncing, to dislodge the bulb from beneath her breast. All, as her sexual frustration continued to grow. Then, as if things could not get any worse, the doorbell rang.
Debbie immediately thought about being caught by David. Once before, he had come home, while she had been trying to pleasure herself with extreme bondage. As punishment, he had locked everything, before she had had a chance to release herself. He had left her that way, on the bed, while he had sat at the foot of the bed, watching the ballgame.
The doorbell rang again. For a moment, Debbie felt relieved, as it could not possibly be David. But then, she heard a voice yell from downstairs, “Mom! Are you home?” It was Bonnie, their daughter, visiting from college. Bonnie had seen her mom’s car in the driveway, and had assumed that she was here. Panic resumed, at the new thought of her daughter seeing her this way!
Bonnie began to walk through the house, sensing that something was amiss. She went from room to room, searching for her mom. Debbie could hear the opening and closing of doors, accompanied by the calls of, “Mom? Mom?” Debbie fumbled with the snaps holding her wrists to her ankles. But, the mixture of panic and extreme arousal interfered with her dexterity. She now heard footsteps in the hall, outside the bedroom. Debbie was still trapped in her situation, when the bedroom door swung open.
As Bonnie stepped into the room, she could not believe her eyes. Someone was lying on the bed, bound completely in black latex and leather. Whoever it was, had been left in a helpless hogtie position. “M...M...Mom? Is that you?”, Bonnie stammered.
Debbie tried to reply. But, the overinflated gag would not allow her to make a sound. She could only rock back and forth, frantically.
Bonnie undid the snaps that held her mom’s wrists, thighs, and ankles together. With her hands now free, Debbie deflated her gag, and felt for the edge of the bed. She was still encased in the hood, as she swung her still-bound leg's over the side of the bed, and tried to stand up. She didn’t get very far. Bonnie caught her, and began to loosen the collar. With the collar removed, Bonnie unzipped Debbie’s hood. As Bonnie pulled the hood from the captive head, she again stared in shock. Here was her mom, bound tightly in leather and latex, soaked with sweat, and apparently enjoying it!
Debbie meanwhile, had been dreading this moment—a moment that she had hoped would never arrive. The two of them now sat on the edge of the bed, to have “The Talk”. As Debbie loosened her leg restraints, she described to Bonnie, how she had gotten into the latex scene. Bonnie listened intently, before suddenly interrupting. “Mom, I’m a big girl now. I’ve heard all about this stuff!”
Bonnie strutted over to her mom’s closet, opened the door, and began inspecting the contents. Debbie’s worst fear filled her head—the fear that her daughter now thought that her mom was a freak. Debbie certainly wasn’t prepared for Bonnie’s actual question. “Mom can I try on some of your latex?” Bonnie had grown to be the same size as Debbie. So, this was not an unreasonable request.
Still, Debbie could not believe what she had just heard from her twenty-two-year-old daughter. It was now Debbie’s turn to stammer. “Wh...what would you like to wear?”
“I dunno...” Bonnie thumbed through the closet items. “What’s it like to wear latex?” She stopped at a low-cut dress with sleeves. “How about this?”
Debbie showed Bonnie how to apply talcum powder, before attempting to wriggle into the dress. Debbie also helped Bonnie to smooth-out the wrinkles, as the dress slid slowly into place. Once the back zipper was closed, Bonnie was amazed at how it felt. She spun around in front of the mirror, caressing her latex-covered sides with her palms. She could no longer help herself. The words simply slipped past her lips. “If this was mine, I’d never take it off!”
"See what I mean about the feeling of tight latex?", her mom added. Sure enough, to this day, Bonnie has remained hooked.
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I would like to thank the above folks, for allowing me pen their story. Needless to say, their names have been changed. But, the latex and leather are still the same.
