Leg Avenue long sleeved body stocking (Nude - Plus size)
Black Lycra body
5 pairs tan 20den pantyhose
3 Tan 15den knee-highs
High-heeled ankle boots
Large butt-plug (and lube!)
Condom
Ear plugs
Ring gag
High-backed Chair, with added ‘head-rest’
Mains powered massager
digital timer
Rope
Duct tape
The session:
For those who may have read about my first session of the year (MJ-SB01/2010) this took place immediately afterwards; I was still dressed and eager to have another go, but my self-bondage would have to take another form owing to the overheating of my vacuum cleaner earlier. Another factor was that I had, at last, some time to myself and wanted to make the most of it (even though it was only going to be two nights with no play during the day) – the time was nearly midnight and I needed something quick, simple and satisfying!
I still wanted to use the chair in some way and now wished to bring some stimulation into the scene (it was late and I wanted a final ‘release’ before going to bed, if you understand what I mean!). Having had some real success in the past by using a mains powered massager and the timer, I chose to include them in this scene.
The idea was to bind myself to the chair, with the massager strategically placed against my groin and the timer set for some fiendish on/off teasing, culminating in a long ‘on’ (hopefully long enough!).
I wasn’t planning for a totally helpless SB session, so no ice or timed release was going to be needed – just a complex untangling of knots and rope (and lots of will-power!).
Firstly my gag; I used an old pair of pantyhose stuffed into my mouth then held in place with the ring-gag. I also put a second, old, pair of pantyhose to one side for use later, with the duct tape.
The timer was set to come on after 15 minutes for 1 minute, then on/off again after that, at varying times over the next 45 minutes. I can programme 8 on/off cycles into this timer, usually allowing 3-5 minutes of ‘off’ time for every 1-2 minutes of ‘on’, with the last ‘on’ being around 3 minutes long. Experience has taught me that 1 minute is too short a time to achieve anything but frustration, 2 minutes bring me very close to orgasm (or beyond, if I have not encased myself in enough layers of de-sensitising nylon or am really turned on) and 3 minutes is normally just long enough to finish me off!
Ensuring the timer was plugged in and set (I’d given myself 15 minutes before the first cycle was to begin) and that all my additional bits and pieces where close to hand on a small stool I settled down onto the chair to complete my self-bondage.
As usual I tied my ankles first, but not in the usual manner. For those who can remember I posted a session where I’d tied myself to the swivel chair I use when on my PC and I’d commented on how intense the feeling was when I couldn’t touch the floor with my feet. Recalling this I had decided to try a similar style this time, with my booted feet tied ‘up’ away from the floor. To achieve this I looped 3 coils around my left ankle, then pulled it upwards and backwards until it was almost level with the chair seat (picture something close the a ‘frog-tie’) then I pulled the rope tightly across the top of my thighs and repeated the same bondage on my right ankle, finishing it all off with a repeated criss-crossing across my thighs and around my ankles. The effect was pleasing; with the rope not only lifting my feet from the floor, but also tying my thighs down to the chair seat – with the added bonus of pushing the almost forgotten butt-plug deeper inside of me.
Now I looked to secure the massager in place; I had planned to tie it onto my crotch, as I’d done in previous sessions, with rope, but a thought suddenly struck me and instead I pulled the crotch of my black Lycra body away, slipped the massager head into place and used the elasticity of the Lycra to hold it in place – nice!
In fact better than nice, almost perfect! Why hadn’t I though of this approach before? So simple, yet effective - so easy, so comfortable… so why hadn’t I done this before?
Almost a ‘Eureka!’ moment; its funny how you sometimes discover something that, in hindsight, appears so obvious. Hmmm!
Satisfied and feeling a little smug I moved on to finish my bondage. Firstly I pulled the remaining pantyhose over my head, with one leg inside the other creating a double layer of nylon – this pair was the pair used in my first session and, being laddered, where ideal for what I had planned.
Next I used another length of rope to secure my waist and upper torso to the chair back; nothing complicated, just lots of tight loops around my waist (I like this feeling – I always want to try a corset for the same reason…one day?) and then more criss-crossing across my chest and shoulders. This is always a struggle and once finished leaves you very dependant upon the location of any extra pieces to your session – as I already stated, mine sat on a small stool within very easy reach, but if I’d dropped any I either didn’t use them or had to untie myself to reach them.
Satisfied that I was comfortable and aware that time was passing (why do I never put a clock where I can see it? It really would help in these timed sessions) I progressed to the penultimate binding – my head.
Readers of some of my earlier posts will know that I enjoy the sensation of binding my head, both as a way to gag and also to blindfold myself in some sessions. This session I wanted to try out a suggestion Ra himself had made and use the duct tape over my nylon encased head. The wooden ‘head-rest’ was still tied to the chair, so, after making sure I knew where all my remaining ropes and knee-highs lay, I picked up the roll of duct tape and began. 3 turns around my mouth and the wooden head rest ensured I was more effectively gagged and unable to move my head more than a few centimetres. This was followed by another 3 turns across my eyes and forehead, taking away any movement at all and rendering me blind. I had thought that the two layers of nylon would allow my head to turn (with them slipping against each other) but this didn’t appear to be the case and I was very nicely fixed in position.
Finally I was ready to become truly (almost!) helpless.
Seeking out by touch and memory I felt and picked up the two pairs of knee-highs and pre-prepared ropes. After placing the ropes in my lap I pulled two knee-highs onto each arm, making sure I got them as far up above my elbows at I could. Next I tucked a short (approx 1m) length of soft rope under one of the ropes securing my waist to the chair, behind my back. The final rope had been pre-tied into a loop and coiled so that I could slip both wrists through the coils and if I then twisted them the coils became comfortably tight. Taking great care not to drop this coil, which would have been a disaster, I settled my arms behind both my back and the back of the chair. With both wrists through the coils I took the 1m length of rope and quickly looped it a four times over the coiled rope between my wrists, leaving both ends free.
I paused, letting my breathing settle, relaxing and focusing on the final stage of my bondage.
Ready to go; I twisted my wrists in their coils, working the rope until though tight it was still comfortable – then, using my nylon clad fingers, I wrestled the lose rope tight so that it cinched down on the twisted loop between my bound wrists. Once again, after satisfying myself that I was comfortable and not in danger of cutting off circulation to my hands, I very quickly began tying simple knot after knot with the free ends of the cinch rope. Each knot was pulled tight and I think I managed about 10 in all before I felt I was suitably stuck – freedom would take time, each knot had to be undone and the longer I stayed bound the harder that would become due to the inevitable loss of sensation in my fingers.
I was bound and going nowhere – sweet bliss!😊
With a combination of ear plugs, nylon and duct tape my hearing was almost nil, my sight was gone and my mouth stuffed with nylon, held open by a ring gag and then more nylon taped tightly over that only emitted the most muffled of sounds.
I was now at the mercy of the massager and that cruel cycle of the timer – freedom would only come through my own weakness of resolve.
As was usual I drifted into fantasy, wishing I had used something more demanding as my bondage, coupled with a true timed release. I daydreamed about Ra’s gag and forced liquid drinking – would I ever be brave enough to try it? In my fantasy I was brave; helpless and forced to gulp down a litre (or more?!) of some fluid – it was rigged so that until I drank it all my release would not come. Maybe some clever counterbalanced pulley system that only lowered keys or a knife once all the fluid was drained. My mind raced onto other fantasies, some with a timed enema (while seated – what a challenge!), others with my entire head wrapped over and over with tape and only a tube for breathing.
Almost rudely my dreams where interrupted by the massager bursting into life. I’d almost forgotten it was there, but now I couldn’t ignore it. I’d set the massaging device to low, it’s designed for treating muscular injuries with two settings, high/low, and a selection of rubber heads (soft rubber for this session – not hard, nor heated!), and I find the low setting best for this use (or mis-use?). Through trial and error I have found that 1 minute of stimulation is just about enough to bring me to a feeling of arousal without progressing too far, so when the vibrations stopped after my first torment the feeling was one of pleasant stimulation and enhanced eroticism.
I tried to recall exactly how I’d set the timer to run – was it another 4 minutes before a minute on, when was my first 2 minutes of pleasure to come?
Again, because the bondage was surprisingly comfortable, I drifted away into my fantasy daydreams. My mind replaced the butt-plug with my long silicon dildo, its length pushing far deeper inside me than I’d ever managed before (I thank Ra for creating this fantasy – he wrote once about using a really long soft dildo to give the feeling of being filled by an enema without the urgency to be free… ).
Once again I was brought back to the by the sudden intrusion of the massager, though this time my ardour was more controlled and the vibrations more soothing than stimulating. Though still turned on I was not going to cum any time soon and, surprisingly, this was a pleasant situation to find myself in. The combination of feeling sexy, safe, erotic, teasing and comfortable all in one (tightly bound) package left me happy and relaxed.
Three more cycles came and went (I later checked my programming, which went like this: 15mins off then on for 1min, off 5 - on 1, off 5 – on1, off 3 – on 1, off 4 on 1, off 4 on 2, off 3 on 2 and, finally, off 1 – on 3) before the first of the longer ‘on’ cycles began.
Now this might just be me and how I like to set up my self-bondage, but I do, sometimes, like to achieve orgasm right at the end of a session. Don’t think that I always do this, or that the frustration of not gaining any sexual release isn’t, on occasion, a good thing (read my forum posting of MJ-SB05/2009 for an extreme, but not un-typical, example of the ‘nice’ frustration I create for myself). This session was planned to be an orgasm concluded one, so when I first realised I was on a long ‘on’ cycle I began to work at gaining that level of arousal needed to cum.
I should say right here that I was feeling very self congratulatory for not attempting to free myself and the anticipated orgasm was a sort of reward for that.
All too soon the 2 minutes of pleasure ended, leaving me close but not yet close enough; the next 3 minutes felt soooo long that I thought I’d messed up the programming – but the vibrations eventually came again. The next 2 minutes proved just too much for me to hold out and I enjoyed an earlier than planned, but very intense orgasm as my cock spasmed against the twin vibrating heads of the massager. I vividly recall snorting through my nose, unable to breath through my gagged mouth and straining hard against the tape around my head, whilst at the same time lifting my buttocks from the chair seat with each spurting of my cum.😇
The final 3 minute cycle came very quickly afterwards and created an interesting sensation, close to ticklish, but not unpleasant, against my spent cock and was almost enough to rouse my interest again.
Eventually wishing to be free, I had to struggle briefly with my many knots, then untwist and disentangle the rope coils before I was partially free. Ripping the duct tape from my head ruined the pantyhose, but this was a small price to pay for a session of intense pleasure.
Once free and able to move around again I realised that I’d spent nearly a whole hour bound and tormented in that chair, whilst freedom was only a short wriggle away – this make me ponder once more the question of ‘why am I driven to undertake such complex and plainly weird (to most!) sessions? I don’t know the answer, but I do know that I enjoy them very much indeed!
What went well?
The use of my Lycra body to hold the massager against my crotch was brilliantly simple, yet very effective.
The timer to switch on/off the massager was such a tease and yet such a climax at the end.
The comfortable bondage I achieved was a revelation, even with my head quite severely taped in place – I’m quite sure I could have managed another hour at least in that position.
Pantyhose and then tape over my head – this was an intense feeling and left me wanting to try it again.
What could be improved?
Could I add cycle shorts or pantyhose legs as a sort of single arm binder – it’d be difficult but if possible would add another dimension to my bondage.
I have also considered the possibilities of tilting the chair either backwards or forwards (hmm – seated but hanging face downwards tied to a chair…) , but this will need more safety work before I attempt it for real.
A ‘proper’ timed release would enforce my helplessness – even though this session really worked out well I was always aware that I could free myself at any time, which left a little ‘spice’ out of the mix. I’m thinking of either handcuffs (don’t like these as they feel harsh on my wrists) and ice cube key release or an SRD and ice cube in stocking/net release.
A longer session with multiple timers in series to prolong the tease or, if I’m very brave/foolish (delete as appropriate!), attempt a second climax – which is an exciting, even if not very realistic, prospect.
Enema – always looking at how to make this work in a session and never quite getting it right.
Forced drinking of fluid – this was a fantasy I enjoyed during my session and I’m now looking at trying something easy in the near future to see if I like the real thing. But what fluid should I try for a first time?
A full taping of my head is exciting but also scary and though a real 'turn-on' in my fantasy I am a little concerned about safety... mayve in an easier session?
Photos and video – once again the domestic turmoil put paid to sharing the visual images of my session, but I want to try this again and am determined to get some shots to share with you folks.
As always, I hope you enjoyed my retelling of a real session, play safe and have fun.
- Don't do this at home, don't do it alone, have a knife or better safety scissors available for emergency release.
- Make sure you don't compress your belly too much and keep the ropes over the shoulders lose enough to allow for normal breathing.
- On the shoulders, be very careful not to get too close to the neck or to apply pressure on blood vessels. Otherwise you could cut off the blood supply to your head and that is deadly.
- When wrapping, be careful to position the rope well over your body and arms. Twists and knots might seem like teasers for a little while but are very painful over time.
- On your first tries, keep the rope rather lose, especially don't pull your hands too high up. This bondage is very strict and you should approach your limits very carefully.
You will need plenty of rope, I am using a doubled thin rope of about 15 m. At the end, make a ring of several layers of rope, just large enough to slide your hands in from each side. This ring should be stable, not self-tightening. On the other side, I am using the side with the open ends, tie a simple overhand knot using both ends together. This end will go onto a door handle or similar device for pulling tight.
Put your arms into the box-tie position with the ring on the wrists.
Wrap the rope a couple of times around both upper arms (you can include the chest but this is optional and depends on the length of the rope). Keep each wrap even and don't make it super-tight. As long as the forearms are in a horizontal position, it should be impossible to pull the wrists out of the loop now.
Now lead the rope down underneath both your wrists and to the front, diagonally over the chest and back to the wrists over one shoulder. With thin rope you should do that twice. Pull as tight as you like, this is to support the forearms, at the same time ties the arms to the body and makes them immobile. Repeat with the other shoulder.
The rest of the rope can either be "stitched" into the rope harness that you have created, wrapped around your body or arms a few times more and should theoretically be tied off somewhere out of reach of your hands. In SB, this isn't practical, so here are the other options:
- Wrap the rope once or twice around your hips until there is just enough room to slide the knotted end over the hand that points away from where the rope comes (if you are wrapping clockwise, this would be the left hand). For this, the knot at the end must be roughly in the right place, by making your belly a bit bigger or smaller, you can do some adjustment. This doesn't need to be ultra-tight because it is almost impossible to get it off without help. If you have enough rope left, you can pull that over a door handle to pull the part around the hand off, if not, you will need to struggle quite a bit to get the door handle in between rope and wrist.
- If you have measured the length correctly and put a ring or similar device on the end of the rope, you can lock that to the harness with a padlock. The knot to fix this device should be glued or you need another secure fixing method that you can't undo with your hands. In this case, you can "stitch" the remaining rope into the harness and perhaps even make it harder to pull down the horizontal ropes (possible escape) to use its length.
On this type of bondage, less rope is more secure. The more rope you are using, the easier it will be to create some slack somewhere and escape. However, around the hips/belly, is a good place to wrap away some rope, here, it will rather tighten than getting lose (compressed belly expanding again).
Unfortunately, it is very difficult to apply this bondage with legs tied and probably impossible to tie your legs securely with bound arms.
Release: Open padlock, remove end of rope from wrist (door handle or more rope over some fixing point) or scissors/knife. If you succeed to pull down the horizontal ropes around your arms, you can probably get your wrists out of the wrist loop and the rest is easy.
Possible improvement: Chinch the horizontal rope under your armpits to make it harder to pull it down, or tie it to the shoulders.
Bad ideas:
Self-tightening loop around the wrist can be very painful after a while.
Pulling the horizontal rope through the wrist loop makes it much easier to pull it down.
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On this image, I didn't draw the rope between each section (wrists in red, upper arm wrap in violet, shoulder wraps in blue). But it is only one length of rope for everything. The lower drawing is supposed to show how to apply the end loop to one hand. Dotted line to show that this rope part comes from wraps around the hips.
Now that I have seen this tie from a third person perspective, I think, securing the upper arm wraps should be easy:
After doing the shoulders, go over one shoulder from behind, back underneath the arm on that side and underneath the upper arm wraps, up to the other shoulder, back underneath the arm on that other arm, back to the first shoulder, then continue as if you had just finished the original shoulder part.
listed in order of what to put on:
1. Tank swimsuite scoop back and front, dark or dark floral pattern (note: no panties or bra)(the suite provides support if necessary) Or for that matter any dark tank swimsuite, no two piece no boyleg style as they'll show through the tights, something hi-cut, dark, and something thats not going to show through the leotard.
2. Ballet tights, two pairs. The first pair is opaque suntan, like what the cheerleaders wear the next are the real ones. Pink is the best, seamless legs, footed no slit, opaque not shiny, (note: the tights are worn over the swimsuite)
3. Leotard, long sleved turtlenecked perfered, scoop will do, as long as its not a long scoop. Color black, pink, purple, whatever you most like. Pink shows the mud stains better, black however is the most common that you'll find in the dance botiques.
4. Ballet slippers, not pointe shoes, but ballet slippers. (here's why: 1. it completes the outfit, and 2. they protect your feet from various debris, and 3. If you wear something like tennishoes, or some jogging or jazz shoes, they have heavy inflexible soles, and if they sink into the mud, which they will, your feet are more likely to get stuck and stuck hard. Trust me, don't go in with regular shoes, its not fun, and it is dangerous too. The ballet slippers should be pink or white, split sole with the securement at the back near the heel, so they don't slip off while in deep or thick mud.
5. Skirt or tutu, this is optional, but it just adds to the experience, really makes you look like a real ballerina.
Encased Plastic bag vacuum self-bondage on a chair!
As always, first things first:
Some of you may recall my earlier posting about my experience of using a vacuum bag arrangement for self-bondage. For newbie’s and any who may have forgotten:
This is a dangerous and high-risk practise – I always take great care and many precautions to minimise the genuine risk to life. Please, please make sure you understand all the risks and never, ever, attempt anything like this without having tried and tested beforehand and have a back-up emergency escape plan should it all start to go wrong.
Equipment:
Leg Avenue long sleeved body stocking (Nude - Plus size)
Black Lycra body
3 pairs tan 20den pantyhose
3 Tan 15den knee-highs
High-heeled ankle boots
2 large clear plastic bags
Vacuum cleaner
Digital timer
Plastic breather tubes
Strong elastic band
Large butt-plug (and lube!)
Condom
Ear plugs
Duct tape
High-backed Chair, with added ‘head-rest’
Towel
The session:
This was my first session of the year (and its already mid March – shocking!:blush😊, so plenty of planning had taken place, but no new purchases made.
My plastic bags for this session where the usual light-weight ones, not the heavy duty type used in MJSB02 2009, and I had decided to go for a scenario I’d not tried before.
Essentially I wanted to be seated on a chair and then vacuum packed into self-bondage. I had figured that this would be an interesting feeling, offering new sensations and the possibilities.
Dressing was in the time honoured manner; butt-plug first (a step I now call ‘Ra’s first rule’😊), condom and knee-highs over cock, multiple layers of pantyhose on legs and Lycra body over that. I finished off with my lace-up boots – it’s difficult to explain why I like them so much, but possibly just for the ‘look’ they add to my legs and the whole scene.
I took time to position the chair inside the joined plastic bags (lots of clear tape, making them a long tube with a small hole at the bottom for the vacuum and a large opening at the top for my entry and exit, finally, and most importantly, a short tube at mouth height for me to breathe through) on top of a folded towel. The towel was to protect the delicate plastic from both the chair legs and my boot heels, it also acted as a filter for the vacuum hose – preventing the plastic sealing too quickly. The vacuum hose came into the bag from the small hole at the bottom and was sealed with an old bicycle inner tube. I had also added a short length of solid wood to the chair back and wrapped an old thick sock around it. This was to provide a head-rest that went around 5cm above my head when I was seated.
Next step was to fit my gag; this was to be a new approach and I started by applying 3 long strips criss-crossed across my mouth. Surprisingly this worked much better than previous attempts, though I had used some new duct tape which may have improved things. Next I very carefully cut a small slit in the tape to allow a tube through, into my mouth. The tube had been selected because it was a very tight fit into the breather tube in the plastic bag. What I was trying to achieve was a full ‘seal’ around my mouth to stop air escaping and lessening the vacuum effect. I was surprised at how effective the gag was and how restricted my breathing became through this simple method.
I did contemplate sealing my nostrils with tape, but decided against it for this first run on the grounds of safety.
My ear plugs went in next – both to add to the sensations and also protect my ear-drums from any potential damage caused by the vacuum (better safe than sorry).Taking the remaining knee-highs, I tucked them inside my Lycra body top and slipped the elastic band over my right wrist.
The penultimate step prior to my SB was to check and set the digital timer. I always (ALWAYS!) do a trial run of 1 minute first, this is a safety check of my breathing, the plastic bag seals and various other elements – 1 minute is a comfortable time to survive if you find your breather tube is blocked or you are uncomfortable in any way. As usual I gave myself a 5 minute window to get set before the vacuum kicked in.
Finally I was ready to go.
Carefully climbing into the bag, avoiding puncturing the plastic with my heels, I settled down onto the chair. Firstly (another MUST DO) I made sure my breathing tube was connected and clear. The tube in my gag was a tight fit (perfect!) into the bag tube and I quickly ensured everything was clear and I could breathe comfortably. Next I settled my legs into position outside the front legs of the chair, but slightly backwards (legs spread, knees bent, but heels still on the floor/towel) and ensured I was comfortable in that position.
I proceeded to pull the plastic bag up and over the chair and myself, gathered the open end in my hands and then fiddled with it until I had all the ‘opening’ in a bunch. This was then twisted and bent back on itself to form a seal, which was secured by the elastic band (taken from my wrist). Satisfied that I had a good seal I arranged the loose bag around me, so that the bunched seal was away from my face and no part was stuck or snagged on the chair or my breathing tube.
Happy that all was ok I pulled the knee-highs over my hands and up my arms, two on each hand/arm, completing the encasement of everything bar my neck and head.
Now all I had to do was wait… and wait… and wait…
The 5 minutes delay is always either way too short, and I’m not prepared, or far too long, and I seem to sit for ages listening to my own breathing and the muted rustle of the plastic bag. As I often do, I decided to breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth/tube, this results in a surprising amount of air being removed from the bag before the vacuum starts.
Suddenly I heard the muted note of the vacuum, nothing happened at first and I had time to adjust my position and place my arms by my side (no arms on the chair) parallel to the chair back and rear legs. I sensed a change in the bag as air became scarcer, then suddenly it tightened in on my body. The vacuum note changed from an easy drone to a laboured scream as the last air was sucked away.
The plastic bag drew itself unbelievably tight around my seated body. My head was clamped to the wooded rest so securely that I literally couldn’t even blink! The plastic sucked inwards around my neck, torso and arms, pinning all to the chair far tighter than any rope or tape bondage I’ve ever achieved myself. My legs where similarly stuck immovably to the chair and every sense in my head was almost over-whelmed by the total helplessness I felt.
This most amazing feeling was topped off by the effect around my thighs and bottom; they had been clamped downwards to the chair seat and this had the most delicious affect of pushing the almost forgotten butt-plug deeper inside me.
I can not adequately describe the sensations I felt as I helplessly sat there, I couldn’t even writhe – the bondage was so complete.😁
Sadly, and almost inevitably, the strain proved too much for the lightweight plastic and, with a surprisingly loud ‘pop’, the bag ruptured and the pressure eased. Even though the integrity of the vacuum had been broken it was still a minor struggle to escape from the bag, which clung to me and defied almost every attempt to draw air back into it.
Not to be deterred, once I was free I quickly used some of the duct tape to repair a large rent in the bag. This had been caused by the bag trying to draw into the void beneath the chair seat and between the chair legs – obviously proving too much for the material I was using.
After fixing the damage I investigated how best to prevent a re-occurrence, settling for simply pulling more of the bag into the space and less upwards around my body (there was plenty to spare). Satisfied that I’d fixed that problem I set up for a longer session.
One lesson learnt from my safety run was that the bag pulled so tight that my breather tube was pulling down whilst my head was pulled backwards, causing my gag tube to become slightly uncomfortable against my teeth. This was easily fixed by rearranging the plastic around my head and ensuring less tension was created in that area. I also wanted to go for a more total encasement and so pulled an old pair of pantyhose over my head, pushing the breather pipe through a hole in the leg – much closer to what I wanted to experience.
I set the second session to run for 5 minutes of vacuum, with 5 minutes to prepare.
Once again, even with the added complication of pulling the pantyhose over my head, I was ready long before the timer switched on. I settled down with my arms and legs in the same position as before. One change I did make was to leave my fingers extended along the back legs of the chair (1st session I’d bunched my hands into fists), seeking another dimension to the bondage.
Once again there was the interminable wait for something to happen, allowing my mind to drift into potentially dangerous waters (‘should I used a one-way valve to seal me in the bag?’ or ‘can I add an enema to this scene’).
And once again, the actual sound of the vacuum starting came as a surprise, snapping me out of those wonderful daydreams a self-bondager can enjoy as they await their fate/release.
The slow start belied the sudden tightening that followed as the last few litres of air where drawn out – leaving me sealed in my plastic and pantyhose encasement.
Beautiful helplessness, blissful bondage, utter happiness, fantastic isolation – all feelings that washed over me due to the predicament I had created for myself.
The vacuum was holding well, but is not as complete as before (later on I discover a small tear was letting air back in). Though I am truly helpless the compression is less and I feel strangely cheated by this. Still, I am stuck and freedom will not come until the vacuum turns off again.
Soon, too soon, the spell is broken and the vacuum dies away. A brief struggle and I am free once more. A quick check proves my worst fears, the vacuum has overheated and tripped out (failed safe) and I know it will not last another session until it is fully cold again.
Whilst it lasted this was a fantastic scene and though slightly disappointed I still know this has been a great session.
What went well?
The chair vacuum scene was brilliant and I will do it again (and again!).
I have found a fantastic way to gag myself and enhance the ‘air-seal’ of my vacuum bondage.
I have finally managed to combine almost total pantyhose encasement and vacuum bondage together in a workable way.
What could be improved?
I have to resolve the plastic bag problem – I need tough but flexible clear bags in a size that simply doesn’t appear to be available to the general public. Ideally I want a bag that is approx 1m wide and 3-4m long, probably around 300-400microns thick. I know these exist, having seen them used to cover large electrical items such as fridge/freezers, but can’t track down any on either eBay or via the web (I’m not about to place an order for 1000!). Even 2 or 3 smaller bags would be ok – so I will continue my search.
The vacuum source is too unreliable: I have access to others, but non with the control that my current cleaner has, also they are subject to the same cut-out problems for extended sessions. The obvious answer is the one-way air valve, which means a 1 minute run by the cleaner will create a vacuum that will last… err, well… forever unless I solve the release! 🤔
So, some factors to consider:
- can I find a vacuum that will run for an extended session with no problems (should I make a deliberate ‘leak’ in the seal to allow some air to run through and cool the cleaner?)
- can I find a failsafe release to let air into the vacuum bag and do away with the need for running a vacuum cleaner for longer that a minute or two? Would ice work?
Can I combine an enema and vacuum scenario? (Is there a health risk in this?)
Full pantyhose encasement is closer than ever to fulfilment – I want to get there soon!
A chair with arms might be fun – I will scour the local junk shops for a candidate. I can also modify the base to better protect against the plastic rupturing (thinking of creating an ‘air-box’ type arrangement under the seat, which would work well with the vacuum set-up)
Latex and vacuum – a dream I still have of latex encasement within vacuum self-bondage; it needs money and some of the other problems to be overcome… I can but dream!
Photos! I must sort out the camera again and post some images to show you all how this works – the house is in chaos at the moment, and opportunities to play are rare, but summer is coming and who knows…
As always, I trust you enjoyed my genuine retelling of my SB session.
Can you imagine the law suits if a magazine suggested making a diving helmet out of a biscuit tin today? 'Modern Mechanics and Inventions' advice was 'you are in no particular danger' if you don't go deeper than about ten meters 'for most of your dives'😒Riiiiight...it all sounds like an unnecessarily complicated method of drowning yourself to me...
'Be sure to pick helpers at the pump who don't think it "funny" to quit while you are down below'. Excellent advice, that.