Ik heb 2 fantastische ideen, waarvan 1 al uitgeprobeerd en 1 nog te doen.

1 De kermis handboeien.

Eigenlijk heel simpel, met een tang de middelste schakel van de handboeien ombuigen zodat je dus een gescheiden handboei setje hebt.
Ik had van ullapopken 3 panty's gekocht maat 60-62, heeeel groot dus en daar een mooi pantypak van gemaakt.
Dat aangetrokken, enkels aan boven benen vastgebonden, mondknevel in en met een pantykousje en ijsklontje de handboeien weer aanelkaar binden en dan de polsen op de rug , handboeien om en 45 minuutjes wachten tot het ijsklontje is ontdooit en de boeien komen weer van elkaar los..
In een soort hogtie liggen voor 3 kwartier is redelijk zwaar maar goed te doen.

2 Dubbel selfbondage,

Deze sessie is een 2e man nodig. Als je zoals ik niemand hebt om bij je een bondage aan te leggen doen we aan zelfbondage.
Nu kan het dus ook zo dat de mensen die zelfbondage doen dat bij alkaar aanleggen. Ik heb er geen evaring mee maar het is een spannend idee.
De 1 bind de ander goed vast en daarna legt hij een zelfbondage aan met time locks of wat hij het prettigst vind. dus diegene die goed vast gebonden is moet dus eerst wachten tot diegene in selfbondage zijn ijsklontjes zijn gesmolten en zichzelf heeft bevrijd en pas daarna de ander los kan maken.. dus das heeel erg extra spannend.
Dit idee moet dus nog uitgewerkt en uitgeprobeerd worden. Suggesties altijd welkom...😊

Ik hoor van je.. gr. jeroen 60 denier

I am so excited I found this site! I found it a few days ago and have been looking at the the techniques and ideas with much excitement.

I am not new to self bondage but I love the idea's you have and aeady tried one of the ice-locks and a variation on the hogtie.( I suppose I can elaborate on that elsewhere.lol)

As a note I just turned 18 and have been experimenting in DIY bondage for years.(think candlestick with a condom for instance) But because I just turned 18 I found myself with a ball gag(yay!), japanese bondage rope, and some anal beads. Let's just say on my b-day I ran to my local Giggles with my cousin with much enthusiasm.poor thing;he let me drag him all around the store for 2 hours.

I can't wait to get involved with the forums and learn some awesome stuff. I am a willing student to any advice you guys give me.

Merry Christmas!

Have any kinky Christmas pictures?

Upload them here!

Hi all

Some more of my hotel Self-bondage (mis-)adventures to share!

Equipment:
Zentai catsuit
High-heeled ankle boots
Rope
Head-harness ball-gag
Chair
Door handle

After my first night of unwanted frustrations, I had been left feeling deflated in my self-bondage aspirations. The hotel stay had started with the very best (or worst?!) of intentions, which I’m sure you may all recognise. I had planned in my mind to spend every night in some form of self-bondage and, if at all possible, at least one whole night encased (maybe bound as well).

However, a long working day had prevented any play on my second night and I was running out of time for more fun. Night 3 was to be kept clear for another intense session – well, that was the plan at least!😕

In reality I only got back to the hotel room around 23:00 and was so exhausted that I went straight to bed and sleep. I woke up feeling refreshed, only to find that the time was only 01:20 in the morning.

Unable to get back to sleep I decided to try a night encased in my zentai suit. Having swiftly retrieved it from my ‘traveller’s self-bondage kit’ in the room safe (has an innocent room safe ever contained such a collection of fetish gear?), I slipped into my black shiny Lycra suit. This suit has separate fingers and toes (though the toes are not perfect – in future I would be happier with a ‘stocking’ foot) a shaped hood with a crotch zip and a second zip from the lower back up to the top of the hood.

If you like being encased and have never tried a zentai suit, then you have really missed out on one of life’s pleasures. As soon as I pulled the final zip closed and got back into bed I knew sleep would be near impossible. Sliding and squirming under the bed linen, I slowly got more and more turned on and less and less sleepy. 5 minutes was all it took to convince me that a session should begin – all I needed now was a scene to try.

I opted for a chair tie I’ve used in the past; influenced mostly by the lack of a timed release method (I was really cursing forgetting my SRD!). The hotel chair looked perfect, and I didn’t have to worry about leaving any strange marks on the wood!😉

I kept the suit on, but added my boots and a harness gag before gathering my ropes and setting the chair up. Now, for this scenario you have to be very careful in the positioning of the chair in relationship to the bed and any surrounding furniture – the need for this will, hopefully, become clearer later.

I quickly lashed both ankles to the each of the front chair legs, making the bonds as tight as possible. Next I looped a long length of rope around my upper left thigh, under the chair seat and round my right thigh, back under the chair and then repeating, pulling tight until the rope was used up. My legs where now securely tied to the chair, with thighs spread and very little movement possible.

I took two lengths of rope; the first was looped around and around my shoulders and the chair back – firmly holding me in place.
The next section is difficult to describe, so please forgive me if it doesn’t easily translate into words.
The second rope, which I had pre-formed into an open coil, was positioned within easy reach of my hands simply by trapping it under my bum! I took the coils in my right hand and swung them behind the chair until I could grasp them in my left hand. I managed to get both wrists inside the looped coils and then proceeded to twist my wrists in opposite directions, causing the rope coils to twist and tighten together. (If you have trouble visualizing this: try taking a small loop of rope, place your wrists inside the circle of the rope and pull them apart until the rope it slightly tight. Now begin to twist one of your wrists over and under the rope circle. You will see that the rope begins to twist and shorten itself – this is the effect I was achieving).

After a few moments I had effectively pulled my wrists towards each other and trapped them behind the chair. Although effective in its own way, I had another stage to go to complete my bondage.

As I mentioned earlier, I had been very careful in where I positioned the chair in relationship to the bed – the reason was because I intended to tip myself backwards in the chair and fall onto the edge of the mattress on the bed. This is potentially dangerous for several reasons; you can miss the bed completely (OUCH:exclamation😊 or fall too far backwards and be unable to raise yourself back upwards (and to freedom). The trick is to get the balance point so that it is easy to tip backwards, and possible (but only with effort) to pivot yourself back upwards again. I always, always try dry runs before binding myself when using the method.
But isn’t our hobby dangerous anyway, as is crossing the road or just living in this world of ours? Be sensible and take good precautions and you will have a great time.

It takes more effort than you would imagine, pushing yourself backwards, when tied to a chair and only able to move the tips of your toes (within the confines of boots in my case). Finally I managed to combine my restricted foot and upper body movement, travelled past the point of balance and slowly tipped backwards.

Two things happened very quickly at this point; the first, and desired event, was that my hands became firmly trapped by the weight of my body pinning them to the edge of the mattress on the bed. The second, and not desirable, event was that I suffered the most painful cramp in my left calf muscle – it was agonising! 😟

I was trapped and in pain, without the ability to stretch and flex my leg to gain any relief – thank goodness I was gagged! This was almost a worse case scenario for any self-bondage practitioner to be in. I needed to escape quickly, but my bondage was designed to prevent this happening. The more I struggled to get back upright, the worse the cramp became… Arrggghhh! (Or, more correctly, ‘MMmmmmppphhHHH’!)

Eventually, and with a huge effort, I tipped upright - it still took a few minutes to free myself and another 10 minutes of careful pacing up and down the room (try this in high heels!) to ease the cramp away. Amazingly I still wanted to complete the session. I was gagged, encased and now desperate to succeed in tying myself up.

I decided to go for a very simple method, tying one end of a long length of rope to the door handle of the room (making sure the chain and security locks where on – didn’t want to accidentally open the door for all to see me!) and the other to one of my wrists. By standing at the opposite end of the room I could keep the rope tight, allowing me to firstly secured my wrists together behind my back, then continued winding myself towards the door, wrapping the rope around my waist as many times as I could before securing the looped of rope from the door handle around my left wrist.

At last I was tied and comfortable, totally encased in tight fitting Lycra! After carefully walking a handful of metres in my boots, I was able to collapse in exhaustion onto the bed. I don’t think I fell asleep, but instead drifted into a haze of fantasy and contentment. It was nearly 4 a.m. when I finally struggled free and got into bed for some sleep. Sadly I was so drenched in sweat, that I had to discard my clothing and so didn’t manage to awake still encased – something that I really want to do again, and soon.

The release:
Nothing complex - a struggle to free the loop of rope from my left wrist, followed by twisting and turning until I had enough slack to pull my arms free of the remaining rope.

What went well?
Finally being bound and comfortable!

What could be improved?
Not having cramp in the middle of a session! 😡

I really want to find some chair ties that will work for me.

The first is for home, with as much complexity as I can manage and a timed release. I would love to try for a delayed enema (will it work sitting down?) I also would like to try different positions other than simply sitting (any ideas or scenes you know work?).

The second is something less complex but good for hotels. My method is, I freely admit, risky and I nearly paid the price last time out (that cramp could have led to something much worse). The method needs to be secure but not severe (marking the chair is risky but ok, breaking it isn’t) and I need to be able to free myself a little easier than my current method. I’m not a fan of handcuffs, the ones I’ve tried are too narrow and don’t give me the ‘feel’ I want from my bondage. Also, handcuffs can fail – at home you can get away with a furtive dash (or struggle, if totally bound!) to the tool-kit in the shed/garage/kitchen, but in a hotel this simply isn’t an option

So here you have my tale of hotel self-bondage - the good, the bad and the ugly

I often wonder if the hotel staff could even begin to guess what goes on when that polite, well dressed, respectable businessman closes his room door at night... ?

MJ

http://www.likera.com/sb/real/strict/ses57.php

The perils and challenges of a closet Self-bondager!

A light-hearted look at the side of our hobby we seldom discuss:

Isn’t it odd, that in an age where ‘coming out of the closet’ to announce that you are gay is perfectly acceptable, whereas if you where to be found out as a pantyhose, lycra or latex wearing self-bondager you would be almost certainly be the subject of ridicule and hounded by the popular press (people in the UK will know the newspapers I’m talking about😡).

And yet, what you and I are doing doesn’t involve anyone else (well it is ‘self-bondage’ – DUH!😕) and for the vast majority of time takes place in the confines of our own homes! I know that I don’t hurt anyone, I don’t impose my will upon others and I like to think that I help boost the economy with my purchases of all that lycra, expensive latex clothes, all those pantyhose (they don’t last so long when you keep tying yourself up!:blush😊 and all that rope – not forgetting the gags, plugs, leather cuffs, etc!

So here I am, a perfectly respectable gent, in the prime of my life (I like to think so😁) – hiding behind a pseudonym, covertly purchasing my ‘toys’ and generally doing my level best to remain hidden away from everyone.

Now, I don’t know how this works for all you other happy souls out there in the big wide world, but here is a light-hearted (but only too real) look at the silly lengths that I go to in order to keep my dreadful secret!

Purchasing items:

The internet has been, for me at least, the most wonderful thing to ever happen. I can browse for hours to find those items I use in my sessions. No longer do I spends days picking up the courage to visit a sex shop to buy a gag or plug – 10 minutes on Google or eBay and the item is mine.

But it’s not that simple… how do I arrange the delivery to avoid the prying nose of my loving (but maybe not completely understanding) partner? She’s bright and intelligent (top tip #1 – always, always clear the cache and temp files on your PC, delete the ‘recently viewed’ section of eBay and remember to log-out of those wonderful website forums).

My tactics are to align major purchases with birthdays and Christmas (or any other festival you chose celebrate) – obviously you must also purchase items for those who witness the deliveries, so plan very carefully.

I still buy some items from shops – rope is a simple enough item, as is cling-film (saran wrap) and tape. Pantyhose/Tights/Stockings require, for me at least, some nerve and I ‘hide’ them in amongst a more general ‘mega-shop’. I’m sure I must look a little odd, as I carefully examine my long ‘shopping list’ and select the packets from the hosiery section of the supermarket. One plus of this is that you can earn much Oddly, buying some items of Lycra is much easier – the swimsuit and lingerie sections of most major stores have assistants only too willing to help the ‘baffled husband’ chose something for his wife. (Top tip #2 – hide or destroy the receipts, you’d be amazed how intently some partners will analyse a bill to see what you’ve been spending the household allowance on!)

Where to store your toys:

So, you’ve brought dozens of pairs of pantyhose, 100ft of rope, zentai suit, latex catsuit and an enema kit – now where are you going to put it all? This must be one of the perennial problems faced by those of us who share our lives with others (girlfriends, boyfriends, flatmates, parents, etc). In my case the best hiding places are in the gap beneath the bottom of a draw or wardrobe, in locked briefcases at the back of wardrobes and, if all else fails, buried under a pile of my ‘normal clothing’.

I live in dread of my partner announcing that she is [i]‘…going to tidy up that mess in the wardrobe…’!

Finding play-time:

OK – you’ve now brought all you gear, stashed it in a safe hiding place under the floorboards and have got a fridge full of ice cubes, but…. Is it only me, but the more I want to have some self-bondage fun – the less opportunities I get to play!

Let’s be honest, none of us want a rushed 30 minute session – always listening for the sound of a returning car or key in the door-lock. We want time to enjoy the helplessness and revel in the pleasures our pastime gives us… and we want at least an hour to clear everything away...and another hour of ‘just in case’ time (the ice took longer to melt, the knots where tighter or the knife harder to reach). Personally I want at least 3-4 hours of quality playtime, but I much prefer a whole day. I’ve been very lucky enough to have a whole 5 days once – Ahh bliss – happy, happy times!😁

How can we make time? Ra and I both look for business trips as an opportunity to have some fun, but not everyone has that chance – so what else is there?

A day off work, if your partner works, is always a good start – you have the house to yourself for a good few hours. Why not treat your loved one to a special day on their own at a spa, to the city, theatre, etc – OK it costs money, but it’s a win – win scenario. They’ll love you all the more for the treat and you’ll get to have some fun too!

(Top tip #3 – be very sure they have got all they need before leaving and don’t suddenly return for forgotten tickets, lipstick or similar).

If all else fails you could simply feign illness when a scheduled trip to their relations is due and then have a miraculous recovery as soon as they leave

(Top tip #4 – don’t overdo this one, for obvious reasons!).

When you have managed to be ‘home alone’ take a few more precautions. Have a phone to hand, not just for emergencies, but to answer calls whilst you can – this can give the impression that (even if you’re dressed for self-bondage and everything but your hands are tightly bound) all is fine and normal. I have once held a 20min phone conversation with my partner, whilst completely encased in pantyhose, legs bound together and enema ready to go – I’m sure she never guessed! 😇

I also double-lock the doors, preventing any ‘sudden’ entry by people with keys to the house. I know there is a risk, if something has gone wrong with your release – but access isn’t impossible, just delayed and possibly long enough to be free!

(Top tip #5 – always have you excuses planned. Here are some examples –
Q) why couldn’t you answer the phone? A) I was on the toilet/shopping/feeding the birds.
Q) Why was the door locked? A) I’d heard there where burglars in the area and wanted your stuff to be safe!
Q) why are there ropes on the floor, pantyhose on the bed and a latex mask in the kitchen A) Errr! )


Afterwards:

The ice has melted; you are free at last – what happens next? Well, there is the obvious, but what after that? Personally, I like to get everything packed away as soon as possible, just in case of an unexpected early return! This does lead to a few problems; you will need to wash your clothes now and again (sweat smells!), even your ropes will benefit from turn in the washing machine. You will need to plan these chores with the same care as any session.

Some of my sessions involve disposable items such as tape, cling-film, etc. These and any ruined pantyhose (it happens!) have to be bagged and buried in the bin, underneath the normal detritus of a household. (Top tip #6 – Don’t use clear plastic bags for this!).

I always double check the house for accidental traces of my activities – you know the signs: water from an ice release, scuff marks where the rope has rubbed on furniture, bits of rope/tape, etc. My nearest miss was leaving the butt-plug on the bedside table – fortunately I spotted it first and managed to distract my partner and hid it under a pillow before she saw it.

There is one more tell-tale sign of successful session – rope/cuff/gag marks on your skin. Maybe it’s only me, but I like my bondage TIGHT and that does leave marks. Worst session (or best!) left me with two deep red lines over both shoulders (cling-film had pulled very tight – but was soooo sexy) and took 3 days to fade away; that needed some very elaborate manoeuvring to hide. I have also bruised myself on more than one occasion – after using some fairly simple, excuses she now thinks I’m the clumsiest DIY man in the UK (if only she knew what I was doing to myself!)


So there you have it – the reasons why I believe that, by it’s self, my self-bondage needs only a tiny part of the effort required to achieve a successful session and maintain the semblance of ‘normality’ to the outside world

I'm of to hide back in the closet

Play safe

MJ

Added a Shoutbox feature to the forum. Not sure if it's useful. This is a chat-like program. The link is in the upper-right corner.

o- MadJack's posts have been fixed (the pictures are back)
o- blog -> forum links have been corrected
o- I'm fixing forum->static pages links

http://www.likera.com/blog/wp/archives/1246

Hi, just found your site today and have enjoyed reading it. Its funny how on the internet there is always someone who shares your interests. I have often fantasised about being controlled and dominated by a strong man or woman, and it is interesting to see that it is possible to explore some fantasies of mine on my own.