I posted my first video there almost 5 years ago and now have 85 videos there, totalling 1M views.
My personal favourites over the years have been the video's where I could do a story, like "The Librarian" but I consider "My Sister's Swimsuit" my best work as I like the way how it turned out on a technical level, and it's also semi-autobiographic. That swimsuit is one of my favourites as well (quite a feat considering I have 100+ by now).
How should I celebrate? There are some new leotards and swimsuits on the way from AliExpress so maybe I should put together a few outfits and start a poll to decide what I should wear in my next bondage session? This calls for a session a bit more special than a quick hogtie on the bed, so I'm open for suggestions to get my imagination going 😁
If you are wondering how much money 85 videos and 5 years of effort makes you on PH: I got my last payout this week and I can tell you now I made exactly $500 in 5 years. That's more than 0 but definitely not enough to fund this crossdressing bondage fetish. At least I learnt to be creative with the resources I have.
For a woman, the fear of a sexual slip-up or even more, puts the brakes on encounters and adventures. So I've turned to self-bondage, which allows me to experience moments of BDSM. No one knows that I practise self-bondage or self-servitude because, like many people, I'd be too ashamed for anyone to know and I'd look like a madwoman.
As I live in a flat in the centre of Paris, I don't have a garden and it's too risky to hide keys somewhere and go looking for them at night. Despite everything, I have a bit of an adventurous side. For over a year, I've been closely following the development of the Gîte des Fetichistes, and the stories published about people who go there on holiday and practise safe self-bondage make me dream. So I ended up contacting them.
Just imagine my fears:
A woman going abroad on her own to do some self-surveying, with strangers who would act as her confidants! In other words, people who could just as easily take advantage of the situation instead of rescuing me! ! !
You read so many stories in the press about missing women that it doesn't help you to dare. After X number of exchanges, we had built up a relationship of trust with the boss of the fetishists' gîte. So I ended up revealing myself a little. Marc was the only person I spoke to about it once, when I spoke to him on the phone. To reassure me, he even put me through to his wife, who confirmed that they weren't libertines, that I wasn't at risk of being sexually assaulted and that they knew how to be discreet.
To finish reassuring me, he reminded me that I would have an address, that I would have paid for the rental by bank transfer and that I had their telephone number. Added to this were the emails we exchanged, allowing me to make a traceability record of my kitchen table, should I disappear. Following his promises to do nothing but keep me safe, I ended up booking for a week. As I was stopping off at my sister's in Bordeaux, I went by car. Kamikaze girl.
When I arrived, I wasn't at ease at all, I even nearly turned back. But my fears didn't last. In fact, the smile and the warm welcome allowed my heart to start beating normally again. After helping me drop off my things at the gîte, Marc offered to show me around. Be careful if you go there, this guy is a fantasy stirrer full of bad ideas. Whether it's in their dungeon, in their park, in the orchard or even on the private fitness trail, if he's aware of your fantasies, he'll feed them so much during this visit that things will happen in your knickers!
- Security is very simple. You need to let us know that you're going to be doing some self-bondage and give us a time frame such as "if you don't see me tonight", come and rescue me. Even so, if we don't see you all day, we'll make a stop at the dungeon and your gîte. Rest assured, we are respectful and will knock on the door before entering. If we don't get an answer, and we have the spare keys, we'll go in. If we have to rescue you, you'll owe us a coffee or a coke - that's the going rate. After that, if you need any equipment, all you have to do is help yourself at the dungeon or ask without blushing or being afraid of being judged, the reason we have all this equipment is because we use it too.
When the visit was over, I didn't know where to start. And when I don't know, or when I'm not feeling well, I tidy up or clean up. Never before my visit to the B&B had my belongings been so tidy when I travelled or stayed in a hotel. So I ended up going to the dungeon. The gag is that my fantasies were against all logic and the opposite of my fears!
Lying on the bed in the Love room, I spread my arms and legs to tie them in an X shape except for my right hand, which was simply holding one of the bondage bracelets. And then I imagined that I was trapped and that they were taking advantage of me. Illogical! The same goes for the St Andrew's cross and the spanking bench. It was only on the sling that I took off my knickers before ... I did two rounds, the second time I was completely naked with clamps on my breasts.
The dungeon strings for self-bondage
Marc had shown them to me, saying that if I handcuffed myself, I could attach the handcuff keys to different strings. Some of them are several metres long, so it can take a while to free myself. So I was sitting alone in the dungeon bar drinking a Coke, when I was joined by my friend 'Madame Fantasme', who is sometimes a very bad counsellor. I ended up setting up the equipment I needed to do a self-bondage.
Oh nothing complicated. Just lying cross-legged on the bed with their Magic Wand Massager in my knickers. The long string was attached to the chain with the handcuffs that don't open without a key, so at the other end were the keys. So when I'd had enough, all I had to do was pull the string to get the keys and free myself. So everything was ready for my wild bachelor night.
Just as I'd gone back to my gîte to get ready for dinner, Marc came knocking on my door so that we could do the paperwork and offer me a welcome drink. That's where I met Malicia, a lovely, super-friendly woman. Once the paperwork was done, the aperitif lasted and the first mishap occurred. Marc, who is a pianist and singer, decided to get me to sing (singing for real LOL). He was very nice to me and never grumbled, even though he took the risk of triggering a hurricane and torrential flooding.
It wasn't until around 9pm that I was "released" by this monster of kindness. After a snack, I went to the dungeon for my self-bondage scenario in the Love room. Everything went well, I just got a few marks on my wrists when I piled on the orgasms before their Magic Wand Massager went haywire and was no longer in the right place. Pulling the long string to retrieve the keys was my first trap of the holiday. In fact, it slipped out of my fingers when, as I moved, the Magic came back to my clit. This started to irritate her (literally) and freeing myself became an emergency.
Exhausted but delighted, I returned to my gîte without panties under my summer dress, before throwing myself into the king-size bed. Suffice to say, I had plenty of room to sleep.
The trap of self-bondage on the fitness trail
The next day, as I was having my coffee on the covered terrace, Marc spotted me coming back from his vegetable garden. He came over to say hello and ask if I needed anything. A conversation ensued and I learnt that if I wanted to play outside, the weather forecast was for rain the next day. Curious as a horny speculum, I asked him if he had any kinky ideas (which he didn't, as he had lots of very twisted ones).
He suggested an Espace Game, translation, to go and hide the keys before giving me a sort of treasure hunt, free for me to do it with or without a sextoy or naked and then to choose the constraints. And all this was explained to me as casually as if he were talking to me about making music. I didn't dare, so I asked him if he had anything softer. That's when he advised me to do a self-bondage on the fitness trail. "You can do it sitting on one of the apparatus or standing. Standing is better if there are insects," he added. If you're naked or shirtless, you might enjoy the breeze caressing your chest. In that case, take the long string to tie the handcuff keys or make yourself an Ice-Timer.
And like a gourd, I replied: "Yes, I can see which one" before starting to blush. Seeing my discomfited expression, he laughed and explained to me that the reason they had created the fetish bed and breakfast was so that people could come and have fun, and that I shouldn't be ashamed of taking pleasure. He left, wishing me a pleasant day and "good game" with a knowing wink.
After a dip in the pool, where I was completely naked and stroking myself a bit, I did the plank with the help of the chips, so I decided to do a little self-bondage scenario in the fresh air. Nobody saw me leave the dungeon like a thief, with everything I needed for my plan. To make things easier, I'd brought my rucksack in which I'd taken my little battery-operated magic. It was at the Jesus cross, which is also used for stretching, that I decided to stand up.
As I hadn't had time to make myself an Ice-Timer, I used the same long string as the day before. So I strapped my legs against the vertical beam, placed my little magic in my 'lolotte', put on the dog-tail rosebud, put clamps on my poor nipples, put on the open gag I'd found in the dungeon before throwing the keys away from me, then handcuffing myself behind my back. The infamous and detestable string that was supposed to allow me to retrieve the key was obviously connected to my handcuffs.
The open gag is very effective, you can breathe but it's impossible to cheat and remove it. This is an important detail, as you will see. It was around ten o'clock when I threw away the string with the key to the handcuffs. While I did enjoy the breeze on my bare breasts, one of the clamps on my nipples moved due to perspiration and started to hurt. With the help of excitement and magic, I was able to have an orgasm, which was good, but not the rest!
I won't deny that after you've come, some things are less pleasant. So I decided to pull on the string to get the key and free myself from the breast clamps. That's when it turned into a trap. The grass blocked it and when I pulled, my knot was no good and the famous string containing lots of keys came loose, depriving me of my way out. I was trapped!
I started by hating the breast clamp that had slipped off. Next came the gag, which I couldn't spit out and was starting to hurt my jaw. The batteries in my Magic gave up the ghost, but I didn't care about that, I wasn't in the mood to play or enjoy myself. The bloody handcuffs were solid and withstood my desperate pulls. The sun was starting to beat down hard, too hard for sensitive skin. And to top it all off, I was starting to feel the need to piss.
Crying out for help? Apart from going AAAAAA there was nothing else I could do, knowing that as there was no one around for miles and Marc or Malicia were at home, I was doomed to be tied up for hours and burn to a crisp. I pissed my pants in rage.
Towards very late (the Spanish eat late) I spotted Marc coming to pick tomatoes from his garden. My AAA or my desperate movements caught his attention. So as not to embarrass me, he moved a little closer. I struggled like a madwoman until the rebel breast clamp fell off. My A wasn't a cry for help, it was a cry of pain. My saviour 'finally' suspected that I had a problem. He came closer and asked me if I needed help. My head began to look at the sky and the ground at breakneck speed. Forgetting to be discreet (thank you), he arrived at full speed. Seeing my discomfited face and the colour of the skin on my shoulders, he understood.
It only took him a few seconds to grab the keys and open the bloody handcuffs, then see the bitch's tail sticking out of my still-wet panties, then open the strap while holding on to me for fear I'd fall out. I was ashamed to death, but needless to say I appreciated his help. So I took off my second booby clip in front of him, and he collected my things and put them in my rucksack before walking the cripple back to her lodgings. After making me drink a glass of water, he advised me to take a shower before going to find Malicia who would come and give me a sunburn cream.
When she entered the gîte, which was still open, she said "Ah yes" when she saw the state of my shoulders and back. Suffice to say that the guest at the gîte was 'well done'. I didn't play at all for the rest of the day, I had to sleep on the sale even though she came back in the evening to give me some cream for the burns. The next day, I found the seat in my car very uncomfortable when I went to visit Zaragoza, a wonderful city.
The rest of the week was quieter, I rested, did a bit of sightseeing and Marc took me on a little 4x4 and bike ride. It wasn't until Friday that I did his Espace game, which still took me 2 hours, but with some great games in the shade at the end of the day.
Wanting to make the most of my stay, I dared to ask Malicia if I could try out their spanking machine. She warned me not to use it at the same time as the Magic wand Massager, as it would be too much fun. It was Marc who came to install it and explain how it worked. Except that I didn't listen to Malicia's advice when I was lying on the bed in the Love bedroom, playing with my clit and the Magic Wand Massager while the spanking machine tanned my bottom. Big mistake, though?
It was a big mistake in terms of the state of my buttocks, which I literally exploded, but it was a big mistake because I was piling on the pleasure. The advantage of this spanking/pleasure plan was that the next day, on the road, I was in no danger of falling asleep, every bump and speed bump almost making me jump on my seat.
End
Marc and Malicia really do exist, as does the gîte fétichiste which you can visit here on Youtube
I tried to login today from another computer and I couldn't. It's probably because there is some new (google?) captcha attached to that login that I blocked.
Since I don't intend to let google know I visit this site, when my cookies will expire on this computer, I will be locked out.
I'm tranform and trapped in zentai thick latex sexdroid with mittens attached to me and with condom attached into my anal, mouth and I'm trapped bdsm. "What all the things you want to do with me no limits" as my body is being hypnotised but i am not able to do anything
This is my first attempt to use Bambi Sleep triggers, subliminals, and other suggestions to implant a new fetish in Bambi's mind. I am also curious if anyone has done something similar with fetish play?
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Hello!
Over the years I've gotten into a fair few self-bondage sessions but never really appreciated what a good piece of rope can do for your wrists. I'd tried a few times but it had always seemed so complicated or been too loose compared with padlockable leather cuffs or just metallic handcuffs: That changed when I came across another user on this site!
The illustrious and lovely to speak to Anne! I'd seen a load of their videos (My Sister's Swimsuit being my all time favourite) and we got to talking.
After carrying out a request I had to bring back the sports bra from another video and to incorporate some toeties (Seriously, SUCH a lovely person to talk to!), I asked about how the wrists could be secured like in the video.
I was linked to this site and a tutorial by Anne for wrist coils; I was floored. Could it really be that simple? The answer was yes!
(You can just about see the loop of the padlock in the middle of the cinch)
For my first attempt, I couldn't believe how secure it was. I couldn't wriggle out AT ALL and I took a picture in the mirror to prove it. Years of feeling metal bite into my wrists was over!
Naturally I wasn't happy with just my wrists being secured so I undid them and dressed up a little bit for a more proper session. I'm a 'less is more' sort of crossdresser i.e. I like being able to feel my skin on surfaces so I appreciate the session won't be to everyone's tastes!
I put on a black sports bra and wetlook pants, tied my ankles together, big toes (I consider this to be the ultimate form of submission/humiliation in bondage so I LOVE doing it), redid my wrists, and then padlocked the two together (courtesy of a D ring bound into my ankles)
I did this in a hotel room due to the greater freedom it affords and I was already out for the day-
I had initially planned to use a ballgag harness with blindfold attached but I quickly figured that having everything separate would be more comfortable. I ended up settling with a 2 inch ballgag, sleepmask blindfold, and a cotton balaclava/hood to keep the blindfold in place. I also put some foam earplugs in to REALLY drive home the helplessness, as well as a plug up my backside. That was the first time I'd ever put anything up there but honestly it felt pretty good!
I was panicking initially with the darkness being so absolute but I really really wanted to go through with my first proper session and so didn't give into the fear. One quick wrist roping session later and I was completely helpless. I placed the key on the bed somewhere and that was that! I was a completely helpless prisoner of my own making! I switched on my plug to a nicely vibrating hum and just squirmed away, happy as anything! Honestly the worst part is that I eventually had to free myself to go and eat dinner.
If I have to critique anything is that the hogtie itself could've been even tighter, really make me struggle around! I've been considering other outfits too, mainly lycra.
I did want to upload part of my session here but I wasn't sure what sites are good for it these days. I considered Xhamster but there's an ID verification step which is an instant turn off to me. Please do let me know a) if you'd like to see the video at all b) what sites would be the best to upload and link here!
Thanks! As a first post on the site goes, hope you enjoy my first steps into a journey of ropey self-bondage!
After a long time, by lurking through this site I finally decided to join this great community. So, I would like to say 'hello' and share my own story with all of you.
My journey to a fantastic world of lycra/spandex started from the mid-late 90's when I was studying at school: Once, some day after the classes, when I left our scool canteen after a dinner, I saw a few of my classmate girls which were going to the dance classes. They were all dressed in long-sleeved leotards over a 'classic' shiny leggings. It was the first time I felt a sweet, warm pleasure under my belly... because they looked really super sexy for me, almost like superheroines from the famous comic books! But, because it was my puberty timeline, I didn't get wat's going on with me that day - why I am feeling so happy and excited about it? Why are they dressed THAT way? I had no Internet that time to find any answers about that, so I just looked for another sources to find the correct explanation, but without any success...
After a while, when I studied at the university, it was one of the days when I was at home, sitting and watching TV, I searched for some interesting stuff about science, cars, music and so on. Suddenly, I stopped and focused my attention on one of the channels which shown the Olympic games: It was the second time I seen the girls completely dressed in lycra, but now - they were all in catsuits/unitards, performing skiing and bobsleigh activities. It was really new to me! After searching some information through the internet (yes, by that time I finally got my own PC, because it started to be affordable in our region), I found a lot of stuff about lycra, spandex, leotards, catsuits and more.
After that, I finally decided to get my first pair of black shiny leggings on our local goods market. Just because I wanted to feel them on myself and try to finally understand - why the heck are girls/women like to wear them almost everywhere and anytime?... These leggings were pretty cheap (~ $12). When I got my home and assured that I was alone, I tried them on. What a feel they gave to me!... It was the one of the BEST days in my life! So comfy, cozy and it really felt like a 'second skin', no matter how I moved. It was soooo good that I cannot held it any more, so after that I 'finished' and felt asleep for a couple of hours. When I got up, I took a shower after that, washed, dried and hided them between my usual sport goods.
From that time, I started searching for another garments and bought my first black lycra/cotton leotard in a local dance shop. I tried it over my leggings and that felt more fantastic to me, It was unbelievable pleasure which I got from its combination. From that time I understood why it was so popular in 80's workout style (by the way, I think, 'baby-boom' is one of its consequences)!
Later-on, I also discovered my new fetish: it was tall, knee-high leather boots! But, compared with other guys, I love mostly 'classic', NOT hign-heel, but flat heel style of boots (it's like some sort of riding boots).
And... If you wondering how I found this forum: A few months ago, I was searching for more detailed info about Leohex catsuits and leotards, so Google just guided me right into here.
For this time, I have some spandex collection of Nike, 2XU, Under Armour and Leohex/Amouresy/MJINM staff as well as two pair of riding boots and gloves 😉
Recently, I also discovered a new and very unusual hobby for me - cosplay (more info about the one of this will be a little bit later).
Despite of fetish, I frequently wear lycra when doing excercises at home, running outdoor and biking with friends. It's very comfortable, breathing and has a lot of other useful features that casual clothing will never give to you, especially under heavy loads during the trainings. The most exciting thing is to do common sports with girls which are also dressed in lycra (e.g. biking, running etc.) - that gives you a powerful motivation to work harder, stay fit (as much as you can, of course) and as a sweet bonus - a lot of nice and sexy looks (especially, when you behind her: 'DAT ASS' view)!
I am very happy that I finally found a place with a lot of friendly people who has the same 'secret' interests and hobbies with whom I can share and get some knowledge, who clearly understand it and support each other instead of bullying like on most popular 'TPOWIS-like' sites which are full of masculinity and aggressiveness to any boys/men who just tried spandex and only allowing to talk about women-oriented spandex wearing.
I have just started writing hypnosis files, and I am very interested in using some of the traditional Bambi Sleep triggers. From what I have read, one major objections that people have to some of the Bambi files is that they are not transparent in warning potential subjects about content or long-term effects.
I am hoping to get some feedback and direction from the community about what kinds of things should be included as warnings or disclaimers, both for BDSM and erotic hypnosis in general and with the Bambi Sleep-style triggers specifically.
Currently, I am adding the following (adapted from online information):
Before listening, please consider if Bambi Sleep is the right for you. These files are focused on deliberate behavioral modification and can have long-lasting effects, especially if you are under 25 or very susceptible to suggestion. So please don't take the files lightly.
The following themes/suggestions in these files include: bimbofication, Bambi triggers, IQ reduction, obedience, behavior modification, erosion of boundaries/consent, amnesia play, discipline, addiction, consent violations, boundary erosion, gaslighting.
Listening to these files may cause changes in sexual identity, desire, practices, and relationships.
Are there additional warnings or statements that would be helpful to make sure that people are aware of what is included and potential risks?
I just recently acquired a Oculus Quest 3 and was looking around for some VR focused hypnosis content and realized pretty quickly it's difficult to find any content. Does anyone have any suggestions of places to look or content they suggest? Thanks.
