My current thrill ride is extended, inescapable self-bondage in one piece swimsuits.
A recent session had me donning a very tight black high-cut tank Speedo.
The bondage is done with belting material (available in craft or fabric stores), five welded steel rings ( available in hardware stores), and superglue.
I loop each of two rings through a one foot piece of belting and wind the belting around my wrist, tying it off and sealing the knot with superglue. Once both wrists are done, I have a homemade pair of wristcuffs that can be secured together with a padlock.
I then put all sharp items out of reach, and use two other welded rings to set up an ice release by tying the padlock keys (one and another one as backup) to the rings, along with a weight, and putting them through a nylon stocking filled with ice cubes. The end of the stocking is secured high and out of reach. When the ice melts, the ring and key attached to it falls to the floor.
I then finish tying myself up: A stout belt goes around my waist after it is looped through another steel ring, centered in the small of my back. I tie my ankles together with more webbing, sealing the knot with superglue.
I make a short length of webbing into a loop and use it as a hogtie, securing one end to my ankle bondage, and passing the other end through the ring on the back of the belt. I then put my hands behind my back, and pass the padlock hasp through both wrist rings and through the hogtie loop.
I push the padlock shut and I am bound.
The hogtie only allows me to extend my legs about halfway, so I am stuck on the floor.
I have also tied twine through the hasp on the front of the belt, so that I can't undo the buckle. The superglue makes it impossible to pick the knots apart.
Having experimented with different numbers of ice cubes, I know I am bound for a good six hours.
I writhe around until I orgasm. Then of course I am desperate to get free, but escape is impossible. The frustration builds until horniness sets in again and so another orgasm shakes me. The cycle repeats until the key falls to the floor, permitting me to unlock the padlock securing my hands behind
me.
I love the look and tight feel of the one-piece swimsuit.
Sometimes I add an old style bathing cap and swim goggles to add to the fetish look.
After reading this post I've decided to do a stand alone program that can be used as release method in selfbondage sessions.
The idea is that the program will be looking for a certain color on an area, and when this color "apears" inside this area the Selfbondage Color Finder will open the CD Tray or will run a program that work as release method
So you can put a floating object inside of a bucket and the program will wait for the color of this object to apear on screen to get you free. You can pee inside the bucket or take water from another container and pass it to the bucket with the object.
The programs doesn't have to be installed to work.
It works and has been tested on Windows Vista (x86), Windows 7 (x64) and on Windows XP (x86).
As the Selfbondage CD Tray Opener 3.0 and Selfbondage CD Tray Opener Simple Version it has a battery checker, so if you run the program on a laptop or on a computer with an UPS system and the battery level goes under 15% the program will open the CD Tray or run the release method selected.
It also has the shutdown and reboot prevent feature.
Let me explain you how to use the program:
When you run it, you'll get a screen like this one:
(depending on the resolution of your desktop it will have more space between commands. The minimun working resolution must be 1024x600, so it can be used with netbooks too. Next versions will change disposition of the commands depending on the resolution. I'm too busy to do it now)
If you look on the webcam window you will notice that there's a rectangle inside. You can change the position and the size of this rectangle using the arrows buttons You can resize and move this rectangle faster pressing control + the directional arrows in the keyboard or alt + the same arrows.
This rectangle is very important because the program will only look for the desired color inside this rectangle and it will ignore the rest of the webcam window.
So you must be sure that the object will pass through this rectangle when it floats or the program will not "see" it.
Anyway, the bigger you make the rectangle, the longer that the program will take to look for the color inside of it. I've setup the program to look for the color every 5 seconds to reduce cpu usage (on testings I use an i3 and a Core Duo at 1.6GHz and both worked fine)
The best way of setting up a session is to put the object inside the bucket and fill it with water. Then adjust the searching area with the arrows and press this button to choose the desired color to be looked for:
Doing it will open a new windows where we can just pick a color:
or even better, drag the tool marked with a red circle on the image above and drop it over the object, so you'll get the exact match of the desired color.
When you have choosed the color, you can test if the program will find it using the test button:
If you have choosed the color of the object and it stills inside the searching area, when you press the test button the computer will move the mouse pointer to the point where it has found the desired color and it will execute the release method selected.
If you remove the object from the searching area or if the program can't find the desired color, it will prompt you to change what I call the tolerance of the searching:
This tolerance is how many gradients from the choosed color can the program look for. That's very important, because depending on the light changing or if the floating object changes its color a little when it gets wet it can happen that the program never finds a pixel that match exactly with the choosed color.
This tolerance can be setted with this input:
If you input a high tolerance level you can get false positives (and increase CPU usage), so make your test and choose an object that contrast a lot with the background.
When you have setted up the color to look for, the tolerance and have test with the test button that the program always recognizes the desired color, is time to setup the rest of the selfbondage session.
If you take a look at the right part of the gui you'll see 3 groups of options.
The fist one is where we must input how long must the session last.
So if we can't fill the container with liquid after this time the program will run the selected release method.
We can setup sessions up to 6000 minutes (100 hours!)
Here we can also choose if we want that the computer plays a beep every second during the countdown and if we want to play with random time (in that case you have to input the maximum desired time on the green input field and the minimum on the orange one)
To use this feature we are going to need a microphone and a teasing program.
Moving the slider we have to set a maximum level of noize threshold, and if we make a noize louder than this level we will be teased.
I've coded the Selfbondage Color Finder to only let 1 teasing at the same time (that's due to prevent problems if the teasing method is an Arduino board moving motors or programs that can work wrong if they run twice at the same time). To make the session a little more spicy, if you make a noize while you're being teased, you'll get 10 extra minutes on the waiting time countdown.
You have to choose the teasing program using the "change" button next to the red input. By default is selected any program named "pain.exe" stored in the same folder where you have the Selfbondage Color Finder.
To get more teasing programs please check
Default selected release program is any executable named exit.exe that you have on the same folder that the Selfbondage Color Finder. If you want to use another release program just press the "change" button and select the desired .exe (on next versions I'll let you choose .cmd and .bat files).
On this group we have a test button too. Use it to see if the Color Finder recognizes your CD Tray, to see if the key always fall as desired, if the release program works as you want, etc... anyway only a fool will play without an alternative release method
When we have setted up all the desired options we can start the session pressing this button:
Now we will get on screen a countdown like this one:
(it shows random letters when you play with random time)
and the program will look for the choosed color every 5 seconds.
I am thinking for a long long time about creating my own Selfbondage / Casty website. I have only one Problem: The regulations in my home county.
I want to crate a site which is open for everyone and free to use. It will contain more or less sexual material. But if I am hosting this site on a "normal" web server in my home country there will be a risk of being imprisoned because I have made sexual explicit material accessible for minors. So that is not a good idea.
I can use some kind of youth protection, but all of these systems are A expensive, and B they will restrict the amount of users tremendously. So both of these ideas are not possible.
The next possibility is to rent a Server in some other country. But legally that is not a option. Because that will not solve the problem. I am living in this country, so the rules of this country will apply, no matter where the website is hosted.
The only way I can think of is to find someone who will host the site, or will rent a server for me. And I will communicate only "anonymously" with the server.
I know that this idea will cost me money. And that is not the problem. But I do not want to do something illegal. Is there any other way I can do this?
An (almost) scientific research into current British Tights wearing trends
(is that even good grammer?)
This is all a bit of fun, brought about by finding myself marooned, far from home, on a busy British railway station in the early evening rush-hour.
I’m sure many people will recognise the situation; trains cancelled or delayed and no way home for hours – the joys of the great British public transport system!
So, as I sat eating my traditionally stale sandwich (purchased at exorbitant cost from the monopoly franchise at the station) I indulged in a spot of people watching – always fun and it helps while away the hours.
I tried to see if any of the hundreds of passengers, who’s journey was progressing (lucky them!), would be worthy of a mention in Ra’s forum.
After a short while it then occurred to me that I had an ideal opportunity to do a spot of almost scientific research.
For a 15 minute period I would attempt to record what style of tights where being worn, their colour, patterning, and denier (finally classed as ‘sheer to around 20den’ or ‘opaque’), and for added interest I would add in shoe type (flat, heeled (up to 3cm), high heeled (3-6cm), very high heeled, boots and trainers). Also anything else I spotted of interest would be recorded.
I did consider taking a few photos, but given the fact that tourists in London are genuinely having their film and digital memory cards confiscated by the police for taking pictures of landmarks (anti-terror laws gone mad!) I decided against it - Could you image the conversation; Police: “What’s going on here then? Me: ’‘Well officer. I was undertaking a study of women and their tights…ARRRGGGHHH! Why did you Taser me!” Police“You’re nicked! I’m charging you with sexual harassment, terrorism and wasting police time”
I found a seat (a miracle in itself in a British railway station), took out my pen and notebook, set my watch timer for 15mins and began.
It was quickly apparent that the vast majority of people (I didn’t distinguish between male or female – thought not one male was ‘observably’ wearing tights, stockings or pantyhose) wore trousers – I estimated that aside from 100% of men, more than 95% of women had also shunned the opportunity to air their legs in public.
My next non-statistical conclusion was that skirts are being worn short this season, with the vast majority being above knee level and a small, but delightful, number being very short indeed!
On to my findings:
People observed during 15 minute period = estimated 1000+
Men observed wearing tights = 0
(Ok – they could have been wearing anything under their suits or jeans… but who’d ever know? And, before anyone asks, none of them wore skirts either! For the record I do often see a male cyber-punk at a station, who not only wears a very short latex skirt, but frequently fishnet stocking, finished off with a pair of very macho boots – good for him!)
Women observed wearing tights = 41 (plus a smaller number who sported bare legs)
Break-down of tights being worn:
By colour:-
x7 nude/pale (but no Tan – boo!)
x3 grey (hmm – not sure about this colour, always reminds me of elderly secretaries or hospital matrons)
x1 purple (surprisingly attractive look!)
x 30 black (always a favourite)
By style:-
x20 Opaque (some horrible, wrinkly, cotton – a few shinny and very sexy)
x16 Sheer (all of the nude and the rest where black)
x4 patterned (3 black – one pair fishnet and one very peculiar pale pair that had a pattern which even at second glance looked like multiple ladders, even though they weren’t)
x1 seamed (Oh my! Sheer black, very high heels as well – I’m sure these were not stockings because the skirt was too short… I did spend some time checking though!)
Footwear:-
x3 very high heels (but never combined with opaque…)
x5 heels (not as exciting as the very high heels but, I guess, more practical)
x14 boots (nothing exciting at all – low heeled, knee-high and generally dull)
x17 flat heeled shoes (I absolutely hate these – they do not flatter a woman’s feet and always look terribly shabby. I’ve also read that they can cause feet harm over time)
x2 trainers (or sneakers, if you prefer – I kind of like this look and always image the woman will have a pair of killer high heels under her desk, at her office)
Other observations:-
Though I deliberately made no distinction about any person’s general appearance, there were a few examples of bare legs that really should have been covered over (and I mean covered by jeans! Urggghhh!). And, far too many opaque tights had seen better days, looking worn out and threadbare – not attractive at all.
And, one final point: Should you ever find yourself stuck for a hour or so in a public place and ponder about undertaking your own survey, if you’re in the UK you’d better keep a keen eye out for those charged with protecting the masses. After only 20 minutes sitting in one spot and scribbling in my note-book I was already being watched by several security personnel and had at least one stand close to me and glance at my notes (I wonder what he thought of BO+HH, N+LH, BO+F, etc?) I bet my face will be on Crimewatch UK TV next month…
‘Do you recognise this man? He was spotted acting suspiciously outside…’
MJ-SB07/2010: A night of unexpected SB (part 3) – Desperate times!
Equipment:
Leg Avenue long sleeved body stocking (Nude)
Black turtle neck, long sleeved lycra body
Black Aristoc 40den pantyhose (with hole in gusset)
3 pairs Tan 20den pantyhose
7 x Tan 15den knee-highs
High-heeled ankle boots
Large butt-plug
Condom
Ball-gag
Ear plugs
Rope
Nipple clamps (Clover style)
Short spreader bar
Ankle cuffs
2 D-shackles
Neck Collar with D-ring
The session:
After freeing myself from the scenarios in Part 2 (MJ-SB06/2010) I was desperate to finally gain some sexual release, but determined that I must be in bondage when I achieved it.
Firsts things first; I removed the knee-highs and tape gag from my head, and drank some water – it never fails to amaze me that, like running or cycling, a self-bondage session can take so much out of you and you can dehydrate quite easily if you don’t take care. Obviously there is a balance to how much fluids you take on! Unless I was in a session like one of Ra’s more decadent ones, the thought of being helplessly bound and urgently needing to use the toilet is one scenario I’d rather avoid…for now!
The bedroom clock was showing 01:34 when I sat down to plan my penultimate (though unknowingly at the time) scene. With the exception of the nylon and tape around my head I was still dressed as before, with the multiple layers of nylon and lycra clinging damply to my body with the sweat of my earlier exertions. I pondered getting changed into some fresh clothing, but decided against it; wishing to maintain the momentum of my completed sessions and not lose the feelings of subdued arousal I had.
I felt a strange excitement as I sat on the edge of the bed – I was enjoying sexual experiences in a different manner that I had ever done before. My helplessness and failure to cum had not, as in previous SB sessions, left me feeling down and almost sad; this time I was (even though my cock was almost flaccid) still incredibly turned on. As I say, a whole new experience for me and one I found most pleasant. Still, I really did want to make myself cum, but I was going to make it a challenge.
Readers who have followed my earlier postings will know that I sometimes like to include a little element of ‘stay still or suffer’ in my SB sessions and that was what I had planned for myself this time.
My set-up was simple, at least by my standards.
Firstly I re-gagged myself; one knee high over my head (my ear plugs had remained in place), then a large, firm (not hard), 45mm ball pushed into my mouth along with the nylon, this was then topped off my a further 3 knee-highs which where tucked inside the turtle-neck of my lycra body - it was now impossible for me to eject the ball and the knee-highs created a very tight encasement of my head. I finished off by locking a collar snugly (but not too tight) around my nylon encased neck with the D-ring at the back of my neck.
Next I set up the ropes; thin, slightly elastic, ropes were attached to the nipple clamps and the other ends tied off to coat hooks on the back of the bedroom door (a very useful feature, which is easily disguised for innocent everyday use). Using the same coat hooks I ran a much longer, doubled, length of rope over the top of the door, down and back under the bottom to come out on the side I was to be situated. I wrapped a shorter length of rope tightly around my waist to form a kind of belt, into which I tucked 4 further knee-highs and my trusty wrist rope coil for later.
Using the ankle cuffs, one around each ankle, I locked my left leg onto the spreader bar (this is home-made from an old broom handle, approx 70cm long, with 3 large screw-in eyes – one at each end and another in the centre) with a d-shackle and after positioning myself in front of the door repeated the process on my right ankle, forcing my legs slightly apart and causing me to totter more than usual in my high-heeled boots.
When I had I satisfied myself that I was going to be stable and not fall over, I progressed with my bondage. Now, for the un-initiated it might seem a simple thing to stand upright with your legs spread a little way apart , but try it for any length of time and you’ll soon appreciate that it isn’t so easy, throw in high-heels and a real risk of injury should you fall (remember – with tied hands how do you plan to stop yourself falling?) and you then start to be more careful and thoughtful about your planned predicament (otherwise you will end up with a least a broken nose and possibly something much more serious).
Moving carefully I reached for both the nipple-clamps and temporarily clipped them to my lycra body. Next I reached down and grasped the doubled up rope, this was passed between my legs, up my back, through the D-ring off my collar and then back down and the loop tucked into my waist rope.
For the next stage I had to get the rope lengths just right; my plan was to have the double length of rope tight up against my groin and butt-plug (which, incidentally, was still in and very comfortable after hours of wear!), pulling against the neck-collar and secured around my bound wrists. I would be able to pull my wrists or more my body away from the bedroom door and, hopefully, stimulate myself to orgasm against the rope. But I was adding a penalty for this – the nipple clamps would ensure I couldn’t move without incurring some discomfort, more far enough and their clover action would bite hard on my nipples. I confess that even now the thought of this session is turning me on again!
To set my predicament up I backed away from the door until the double rope was snug, but not tight, through my crotch area. Happy that this was ok I reached up to my nylon and Lycra covered nipples and teased then to erection… it didn’t take long. Fitting the clamps themselves is a always a bit of a fiddle (I am trying to find a better engineered pair) especially through layers of shinny fabric, but finally they held in place. I adjusted the thin rope (I recall salvaging this from several old pairs of shorts, with tie waists – it is quite stretchy, which makes it perfect for this scenario) so that the clamps where ‘snug’ rather than tight. For me the feeling is quite erotic and not immediately uncomfortable. I was deliberately leaning slightly forwards as I did this – all will become clear in a moment.
Satisfied that all was set correctly I moved into the final stage; I quickly pulled the knee-highs up and over my hands and fore-arms, two on each hand. The wrist loop came next, twisted and looped as I had done from my earlier vacuum sessions, initially over my right wrist only. Now I teased the end of the double rope from the bottom of my waist rope and formed a slip-loop, through which I manipulated the wrist coils. Placing my left wrist within these coils, in such a manner that my hands passed each other horizontally I took a final deep breath and at the same time as I twisted my wrists vertically I tottered a step backwards away from the door.
Immediately I was helpless; my wrists in the twisted coils where snug together, but as a result of the backwards movement, the slip-loop had cinched them even more tightly and then pulled them hard against my waist rope, pinning them into the small of my back. The same rope through the collar d-ring also forced my head and upper body backwards, which caused the clamps to tighten and bite down on my covered nipples.
I swayed slightly (interesting mixture of sensations – rope rubbing against the base of my cock and balls, pushing the plug a little deeper and the clamps tugging a little harder) and gasped into my gag. This was intense and I could feel my cock starting to regain its erection.
Trying to stimulate myself further, but wanting to protect my nipples from the cruel clamps, I leaned forwards and hesitantly shuffled further from the door. This immediately increased the tension in, for want of a better description, the crotch rope and created a very pleasant sensation as I worked my hips against it. The side effect was that the tight rope pulled at my collar and head, so after a short while I began to involuntarily straighten up… which in turn caused the clamps to pull tight and really bite down on my nipples.
So I was in a bit of a quandary: did I stimulate myself and take the stretching and biting of my clamped nipples or did I rest my aching flesh and remain frustrated or did I simply free myself. I quickly discarded the last option, which though available to me (I’d not denied myself freedom, just made it a struggle to escape) was not what I craved. I wanted to cum and I wanted it really badly.
I foolishly thought that my moving further back and leaning further forwards I could stimulate myself without the pain – wrong! Initially I imagined it had worked and began to work hard towards the only release I wanted, but slowly my back stared to ache and I discovered that moving forwards whilst bent over was less easy than I’d imagined, and it became clear that I would have to stand up straight if I was to safely move forwards again. I still couldn’t give up on the idea of reaching my climax, so continued to work both my hips and wrists to move the rope back and forth across my cock and into my ass, as it pushed the butt-plug deep inside me.
I suspect, looking back at my session, that I was now lost in a lust fuelled desire, because what I did next would otherwise appear either insane, dangerous or both.
Tethered at my nipples by the clamps and at my crotch by rope, my wrists tightly bound behind my back, sound and vision muted to almost nothing, legs forced and held wide enough apart to be trembling with the effort of standing, ass stuffed with a very well lubricated plug and my now very erect cock being rubbed and stroked by rope I was in some kind of sensory overload.
Everything I did, felt or imagined was so incredibly sexy and yet nothing was enough to push me over the edge to what I now needed more than anything else. I worked myself backwards one more time, imagining that this would bring the rope so tight around my encased cock and balls that finally the friction of stimulation would overcome the numbing effect of so many layers of nylon and lycra. My back and arms ached from the stress I was putting them under, but I couldn’t, wouldn’t, stop.
An involuntary movement to straighten myself, as my trembling legs screamed to be allowed to come together, pulled the clamps so tight I cried into my gag…but not in agony. The feeling was overwhelmingly erotic and sensual. I hauled my wrists downwards to drag that damned teasing rope across my desperate cock, but instead yanked my head backwards with the collar now tight across my throat. No fear, no pain, just lust – it all became a stimulant. Pull the rope, drag my neck backwards, feel the bite of the clamps as they stretched my nipples as the last of the elasticity left the cords and each millimetre of movement was directly and instantly translated into a bite on each tortured piece of flesh. Try again, pull the rope, forcing the plug inside my ass, soaking wet with lube and sweat, a slippery tunnel to be utterly violated – I wanted it inside me, deeper than ever before, past the flared base, I cared not, desperate to fuck myself with it. Tighten the collar, feel it grasp my throat and try to strangle me, tighter pull it tighter. I twist my body to thrash against the clamps, pain is gone, long since consumed and morphed into passion, left then right, I tug each in turn then both together, savagely. I know if I free a clamp the surge of blood into the nipple is such that I will scream (I have before, glad of the gag more than ever) yet I want it, need it – surely that will be enough? But I am cheated, they hold firm and cruel… I am beaten.
Working everything together I still couldn’t manage to cross the bridge to climax. I think I abused, in the very truest sense, myself for nearly 5 minutes in that position. I could feel the heat caused by the friction of the rope across my crotch (the lycra body bares the scars), I was physically and mentally defeated.
I accepted my defeat with the solemn promise that now, whatever way I finally achieved my orgasm, I would have to undertake a forfeit as the price for my failure.
Despite the simplicity of my wrist bondage it took another 5 or so minutes to free myself from the rope – I had pulled the slip-loop incredibly tight during the throws of my passion and for a brief moment I became worried that I would be unable to untie the rope and realised I had not made any provision for escape (the nearest scissors and knife where 10ft away from by location and not reachable with my hands bound as they where).
Finally, after what seemed an age I managed to struggle free. Now for the clamps; I took several deep breaths and with fore-knowledge of the impending agony I reached up and took both off together. Thank goodness I was gagged! I gasped and snorted through my nose as the blood flowed back into those two poor tortured fleshy nodules.
After regaining my composure I quickly removed the ankle cuffs and spreader bar – finally being able to stretch and relax my strained calf and thigh muscles.
Once again, I sat on the edge of the bed and considered my position. I was beyond desperate and yet I had made the promise to myself that sexual release would be at a price - how would I solve the problem?
And now, dear reader, I must disappoint you – for I do not propose to retell the final phase of my night.
‘Why?’ you may ask, after all I have exposed many of my perversions already, and I am not ashamed of those or even shy (I’ve shared photographs and intimacies in abundance in previous posts).
And, my answer is?
Well, there is a mixture of things really: mostly embarrassment at my own lust fuelled desire, well beyond the ‘normal’ limits I impose on myself. Then there is the final scenario itself, not really a SB session and certainly no encasement in lycra/latex/nylon/etc (so I feel that I have failed the forum in this area).
And finally, though not least, the forfeit I ‘forced’ myself to make; it is humiliating to recall, at least to me now, with the benefit of hindsight – at the time it was almost the most erotic thing I could imagine, so hardly a forfeit at all!
Suffice to say that I eventually retired to bed just before 03;00, the bedroom was strewn with pantyhose, ropes, plastic bags, spreader bars, lycra, plastic bags, pipes a vacuum cleaner and a plethora of other paraphernalia. I stank of sweat, my clothing for the session was soaking wet and I was battered, bruised and, literally, bloody from my exertions.
I did sleep very well…..😁
What went well?
If sexual frustration whilst in bondage is the object of your session this was a grade 1 winner!
Discovering that I could very comfortably manage a large butt plug for nearly 12hrs was a revelation – definitely an area I want to explore further in the future.
Readers may have noted that at one point (even in the re-telling of my session) the overload of sensations pushed me further than I would normally have gone – I really enjoyed this and want (need?) to go there again, but within some limits (see ‘what could be improved?’).
What could be improved?
If sexual frustration whilst in bondage is the object of your session – nothing!
The frustration and desire that overcame me later in the session was both amazing and frightening – looking back at what I did and where I was prepared to go, I recognise that I came very close to crossing a line that any SB practitioner should stay well clear of.
The good bit: I still get turned on at the memory of pulling the crotch rope tight under my cock and balls, trying to fuck myself with the butt plug (to be brutally honest, if someone had magically appeared behind my at that very moment in time my heterosexual status would have been compromised!)
The bad bit:
What scares me now, though it didn’t then (which is really worrying), was the thrill I got from the clamps and, most alarming of all, the collar around my neck. What was I thinking? A simple slip of a high-heel could have ended everything or caused me permanent physical/mental damage – madness! And the basic mistake of not having an emergency release (scissors out of reach) was inexcusable – a beginners’ error.
I really need to work out a better ‘forfeit’ for future sessions – without going into too much detail the one I used was unsatisfactory in many ways and left me feeling oddly cheated (though I’m not sure if that is because of the forfeit itself or the session as a whole)
Long duration plugging – as I discovered, long duration plugging is possible and pleasurable, so I want to try for an all-night or even an all-day session (would I be brave enough to be plugged at work?!)
Some way of ultimately allowing sufficient stimulation for orgasm, but only after a period of time has passed – Ok, this is my ‘thing’, I love SB and the frustration it can bring (a complex mix of emotions here, but it makes sense to me), but ultimately my desire is to achieve sexual release whilst bound (as I stated this is ‘my thing’ – I recognise it may not be your desire or goal). What I achieved in this session was the pinnacle in ‘frustration’ but then a failure to move beyond that into orgasm. I have had success when using a mains powered ‘massager’ and digital timer, but it can sometimes be too good (for myself an unwanted orgasm early in a session is nearly as bad as no orgasm at the end) and so I need to work on a more elegant solution.
So, there you have it – a sort of unsatisfactory end to a really great evening of SB
Hope you enjoyed another in my saga of real-life self-bondage experiences
Play safe, have fun
Where do you all find the places to walk around dressed like that, or to be bound somewhere outside, or swim in latex or zentai when/where nobody's around ... 😁
- 80denier feels tough and durable for all my planned SB sessions
- pouch looks like an 'after-thought' but works surprisingly well 😉
- the fit (I ordered XL) is very good - I'm over 185cm and the wrong side of 90kg and it feels great (tight in all the right ways)
In summary, I am very happy and will try to get some better shots of myself wearing the suit next SB session I have
Quite interesting, what you can find in shops that offer "cool gadgets" and the like. I ordered a bolero armbinder from dealextreme.com and it is pretty good - in theory, unfortunately too small. Delivery took a couple of weeks, but it was really cheap, 10.60 USD inclusive shipping! Of course, most of the items there are electronic devices, condoms and lubes, but also a few bondage devices, a water-proof rubber duck, cosplay costumes and much more.
We should collect links to more of these websites, starting here:
I am getting this a lot since yesterday. Trying the same addres again often works. I remember having read something about database troubles, but couldn't find it, so I wrote it here.
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![[Image: arrowsr.png]](http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/397/arrowsr.png)
![[Image: select.png]](http://img600.imageshack.us/img600/8669/select.png)
![[Image: colorpicker.png]](http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/6629/colorpicker.png)
![[Image: testta.png]](http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/4473/testta.png)
![[Image: tolerancewarn.png]](http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/8342/tolerancewarn.png)
![[Image: tolerance.png]](http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/1747/tolerance.png)
![[Image: sessionsetup.png]](http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/8766/sessionsetup.png)
![[Image: teasingsetup.png]](http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2216/teasingsetup.png)
![[Image: soundc.png]](http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/637/soundc.png)
![[Image: jackpoti.png]](http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/4313/jackpoti.png)
![[Image: releasec.png]](http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/4355/releasec.png)
![[Image: picture17w-1.gif]](http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab112/qwertybcn121/picture17w-1.gif)
![[Image: startbb.png]](http://img841.imageshack.us/img841/4535/startbb.png)
![[Image: countdownv.png]](http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/6856/countdownv.png)
and it feels great (tight in all the right ways)