Another one from my archives (well, 2007 - which just seems a long time ago!)
I was inspired to post by Ra and his Blog about the PVC vaccum suit on eBay (and if I was smart enough I'd link to the blog topic... but I'm not :blushđ
Equipment:
Long-sleeved Opaque body stocking
Pair of control top pantyhose with gusset removed
Knee-high/pop socks
Black lycra body
Large plastic bag (1.5m wide x 2.5m long) with Breather pipe
45mm soft ball (with drilled hole to attach to breather pipe)
Ear and nose plugs
Vacuum cleaner
Digital electrical timer
Length of drilled pipe with a sock pulled over it!
Elastic band
Vacuum bag self-bondage:
Ok, first things first:
This scenario is highly riskyand I know that some will feel itâs too dangerous to undertake. I agree with these people â you shouldnât do this and Iâm probably an idiot for trying it myself.
But then again, all self-bondage is dangerous, so is crossing the road and for the real thrill seekers out there â drive a car or smoke or drink to excess! All these things are highly dangerous and yet we do them without any concern every day.
I do take as many precautions as I can â the plastic is very thin, I always make sure by airway is clear, the ear plugs protect my ears (duh!) and I never do this unless Iâm sober and feeling well. I always do short (1min) test runs and my release should (will?) fail-safe.
So, what did I do?
Firstly I dressed in the body-stocking, encased my cock in a knee-high, pulled on the control pantyhose (passing my cock through the cut-out gusset) and finally the lycra body. You will notice I hadnât covered my head â there is a very good reason for this â more later.
The hose of the vacuum is inserted into the bottom of the plastic bag through a very small opening and sealed in place by either a length of bicycle inner tube or tape. The vacuum end inside the bag is pushed into a sock covered drilled plastic tube (holes every 10mm â length around 70cm) â the sock is to allow air to be sucked out of the bag without the plastic sealing off the drilled holes (trust me â it works).
I had already inserted the breather pipe into the bag, at a point level with where my mouth will be. Tape was used to ensure an airtight seal around the pipe and bag. I now pushed the drilled ball (itâs sold as a dog toy, soft enough to bite on, but firm enough to fill your mouth nicely) onto the length of pipe inside the bag. This was to form a sort of ball gag, with my breathing possible through the pipe (large diameter!) and outside the bag.
Next was to set up the vacuum timer. The vacuum has variable power setting and I know to use one of the less powerful â itâs more than sufficient for the job and prevents a risk of the vacuum tripping out (another safety note â you need the vacuum to auto stop if it overheats). Iâd already done a trial run so I set the timer to start in 7 minutes and run for 15 minutes (more safety here â if the power fails the vacuum stops, if the timer fails the vacuum stops).
Now I was on a countdown, so I had to focus and still take every care to be safe. I used the ear and nose plugs to stop up the appropriate openings, mostly as another safety measure â a vacuum around your ears can be uncomfortable and may cause damage, very easy to avoid, so do it! The nose plugs served two purposes, firstly to prevent any similar discomfort and secondly to increase the effectiveness of the vacuum.
Iâd kept two knee-highs and an elastic band to one side, these I now took with me as I climbed (through the open top end) into the plastic bag. Iâd probably still got 5 minutes, but I immediately made sure that the ball and breather pipe where securely in my mouth and that I could breathe easily. To be ultra safe I also pulled the plastic around my face tight, with the spare behind me (removing the risk of plastic wrapping over the breather tube opening).
Quickly I positioned myself within the bag, feet together with the sock covered pipe running at the back of my thighs and just touching my ass. Finally I set about sealing the open bag end. This was effected by gathering the open edges together and twisting to ensure the seal was air-tight (imagine a half full plastic shopping bag, where you hold the handles and spin it causing the neck to tighten, only in this case I was inside the bag with the twisted neck) â I used the elastic band to double secure the twisted neck.
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I was in a sealed bag, with the breather tube my only opening to the world. I pulled the knee-highs onto to bare hands completing the encasement of my arms in nylon â leaving only my head uncovered. Already excited, I settled myself into the position I wanted to be held in, legs together and arms to my sides. All I have to do now is wait, and wait, and wait, andâŚ.
⌠the timer clicks on and the vacuum starts.
Because I always select a low âsuck-settingâ the air isnât drawn out immediately, instead the initial effect is very gradual. Inside the bag you hear very little noise (ear plugs) and often the first indication of anything happening is a cool draft across you back and chest. This continues as the plastic begins to draw tight around your feet, then lower legs, slowing getting tighter and tighter as if progresses up your body. As it pulls tight around my encased cock my hands also become trapped. The plastic grips further up my body, more quickly now as the air is almost all gone. Finally my head is abruptly shrink-wrapped as the final wisps of air are drawn out. The feeling is like wearing a very tight latex hood â but (I think) more intense. The plastic sucks into all the gaps and clamps tight across your whole body. I can hardly move my hands and simply canât move my legs, arms, head â everything is tightly compressed.
Itâs taken about 30 seconds to turn this innocent plastic bag into a strict bondage cocoon. I can only wait for the timer to release me nowâŚ.
OK â not quite true⌠I can move my hands just enough to rip the plastic and escape (I tried it on a 1 minute test run â safety first, if I couldnât escape I knew I can hold my breath for nearly 2 minutes) the cost of escape would be a ruined bag and no more fun until I found another â incentive enough to wait.
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I try squirming and twisting to stimulate myself, but the twin encasement of nylon and plastic frustrate any real satisfaction. I breathe slowly, letting myself relax into the full body bondage. This is a different sensation to any other bondage Iâve tried. Rope is harder but doesnât work all over, even cling film (saran wrap) doesnât pull into the gaps between your legs, the space between your arms and your body, the area behind your ears, your eyes â everywhere that the vacuum bag does. I can almost imagine myself as one of those shrink wrapped gift packs in a supermarket; Presented on a cardboard backing, totally helpless and waiting to be cut free (now thatâs giving me another idea).
After 5 minutes the combination of plastic and my body heat are causing me to sweat profusely (tip: always hydrate yourself before any self-bondage session). I really wish I could be fully encased in nylon, but I know it doesnât work. Previously I had tried to do just this; the pantyhose hood over my head is easy to put on and the breather ball gag will work when pushed with the nylon into my mouth, but the seal between my mouth and the plastic is lost. What happens (I think) is that the nylon allows some air to leak from the breather and out into the plastic around my head â whatever the reason the effect is that I donât get the plastic vacuum around my head.
10 minutes now and Iâm lost in the zone, imagining all sorts of fantastic sexual experiences and adventures. Suddenly the faint drone of vacuum drops away, the plastic slowly, so very slowly, relaxes its grip and I am free again. Surely it canât be 15 minutes already? A glance at the clock proves it is â how quickly time passes when youâre having fun.
I spend another 30 minutes trying different positions, though for shorter durations (5 minutes max). Hands folded behind my back is a âmust do againâ â very sexy! A hogtie position also proves to be very effective (and surprisingly comfortable) â another one to try again. Kneeling also proved to be a pleasingly strict position.
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I did attempt a longer session but the vacuum cleaner tripped out (failed safe) and then refused to run for more than 10 minutes, so I called it a day.
The release:
Timer on the power supply, the vacuum cleaner cut-out or a finger through the plastic bag!
What went well?
My ultimate self-bondage experience â delivering a degree of helplessness not achievable with ropes or the normal bondage materials.
What could be improved?
In earlier sessions I have managed to vacuum bag myself standing upright in high heels, this was amazingly sexy (sadly the pictures donât show it very well), but it was very complex to set up (you need more pipes, padding under the heels, etc). Iâm going to try this again when time allows.
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I really want to attain the full nylon encasement, or at least more than I have to date. I think I could achieve better results with a pair of pantyhose, one leg and the waist over my head, the other leg cut off and leaving my mouth clean to seal against the plastic.
I would also like to try stronger plastic, removing my finger through the plastic easy escape option - however I need to de-risk this adventure, and find thicker clear plastic bags.
My current thinking is that I need to keep my head outside the bag (no risk of suffocation) but Iâm struggling with a method to safely seal the bag around my neck (maybe two latex hoods with the bag opening trapped between them â not sure).
I also need a new vacuum cleaner for longer sessions, but one that still can trip out if it gets too hot.
I love the vacuum bags used for storing clothing, with that very neat seal. These combine the extra thickness with clear plastic and that great seal⌠but the release method must be different as the seal doesnât release when the vacuum cleaner switches off!
Iâm looking into a timed release that allows air into the bag by some other means but havenât figured one out yet!
As I said right at the beginning â this method is risky and I donât intend being a victim of my own design (let some drunk driver kill me first!) â Iâm not rushing into any changes until Iâve thoroughly tested them.
man what ever happened to leotards? they were very popular around 15-20 years ago, and i can see why (and like it)
now why dont they have them now in popular society? i see a comeback of pantyhose and tights, and a small comeback of leotards among celebs (lindsey lohan, maria carey, etc) but still no leotards for regular people short of gymnastics and dance (also i sort of consider swimming in the category cus its like a leotard)
most people i know sort of have a stigma against it, sorta like towards a mens speedo, "oh god, you wouldnt be caught dead wearing a leotard (speedo)"
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...đ
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 already 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.
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 Iâm 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 â well, that was the plan at least!đ
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 âtravellerâs self-bondage kitâ 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 â in future I would be happier with a âstockingâ 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 lifeâs 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 â all I needed now was a scene to try.
I opted for a chair tie Iâve 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 didnât have to worry about leaving any strange marks on the wood!đ
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 â 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 â firmly holding me in place. The next section is difficult to describe, so please forgive me if it doesnât 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 â 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 â 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:exclamationđ 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 isnât 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 â it was agonising! đ
I was trapped and in pain, without the ability to stretch and flex my leg to gain any relief â 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, âMMmmmmppphhHHHâ!)
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 â didnât 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 donât 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 didnât manage to awake still encased â 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! đĄ
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 isnât) and I need to be able to free myself a little easier than my current method. Iâm not a fan of handcuffs, the ones Iâve tried are too narrow and donât give me the âfeelâ I want from my bondage. Also, handcuffs can fail â 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 isnât 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... ?
The perils and challenges of a closet Self-bondager!
A light-hearted look at the side of our hobby we seldom discuss:
Isnât it odd, that in an age where âcoming out of the closetâ 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 Iâm talking aboutđĄ).
And yet, what you and I are doing doesnât involve anyone else (well it is âself-bondageâ â DUH!đ) and for the vast majority of time takes place in the confines of our own homes! I know that I donât hurt anyone, I donât 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 donât last so long when you keep tying yourself up!:blushđ and all that rope â 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 sođ) â hiding behind a pseudonym, covertly purchasing my âtoysâ and generally doing my level best to remain hidden away from everyone.
Now, I donât 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 â 10 minutes on Google or eBay and the item is mine.
But itâs not that simple⌠how do I arrange the delivery to avoid the prying nose of my loving (but maybe not completely understanding) partner? Sheâs bright and intelligent (top tip #1 â always, always clear the cache and temp files on your PC, delete the ârecently viewedâ 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) â obviously you must also purchase items for those who witness the deliveries, so plan very carefully.
I still buy some items from shops â 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 âhideâ them in amongst a more general âmega-shopâ. Iâm sure I must look a little odd, as I carefully examine my long âshopping listâ 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 â the swimsuit and lingerie sections of most major stores have assistants only too willing to help the âbaffled husbandâ chose something for his wife. (Top tip #2 â hide or destroy the receipts, youâd be amazed how intently some partners will analyse a bill to see what youâve been spending the household allowance on!)
Where to store your toys:
So, youâve brought dozens of pairs of pantyhose, 100ft of rope, zentai suit, latex catsuit and an enema kit â 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 ânormal clothingâ.
I live in dread of my partner announcing that she is [i]ââŚgoing to tidy up that mess in the wardrobeâŚâ!
Finding play-time:
OK â youâve now brought all you gear, stashed it in a safe hiding place under the floorboards and have got a fridge full of ice cubes, butâŚ. Is it only me, but the more I want to have some self-bondage fun â the less opportunities I get to play!
Letâs be honest, none of us want a rushed 30 minute session â 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 âjust in caseâ 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. Iâve been very lucky enough to have a whole 5 days once â Ahh bliss â happy, happy times!đ
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 â so what else is there?
A day off work, if your partner works, is always a good start â 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 â OK it costs money, but itâs a win â win scenario. Theyâll love you all the more for the treat and youâll get to have some fun too!
(Top tip #3 â be very sure they have got all they need before leaving and donât 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 â donât overdo this one, for obvious reasons!).
When you have managed to be âhome aloneâ take a few more precautions. Have a phone to hand, not just for emergencies, but to answer calls whilst you can â this can give the impression that (even if youâre 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 â Iâm sure she never guessed! đ
I also double-lock the doors, preventing any âsuddenâ entry by people with keys to the house. I know there is a risk, if something has gone wrong with your release â but access isnât impossible, just delayed and possibly long enough to be free!
(Top tip #5 â always have you excuses planned. Here are some examples â
Q) why couldnât you answer the phone? A) I was on the toilet/shopping/feeding the birds.
Q) Why was the door locked? A) Iâd 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 â 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 â Donât use clear plastic bags for this!).
I always double check the house for accidental traces of my activities â 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 â 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 â rope/cuff/gag marks on your skin. Maybe itâs 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 â 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 â after using some fairly simple, excuses she now thinks Iâm the clumsiest DIY man in the UK (if only she knew what I was doing to myself!)
So there you have it â the reasons why I believe that, by itâs self, my self-bondage needs only a tiny part of the effort required to achieve a successful session and maintain the semblance of ânormalityâ to the outside world
