HarleyQuim
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I’ve cleaned my house in this tie. Love it!
Self bondage
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HarleyQuim
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How would you get in this without help?
CuriousRick
Aka Cookie Rick
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I would love to learn to tie those knots
Proximus
Redneck Genius
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OK... I have to ask. Wearing ONLY this tie?
HarleyQuim
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Yes! The blinds were closed though. I wanted to see how well I could move in it. Plus, to make unpleasant tasks fun sometimes I like to spice them up.
EdgySubMic
Owned gay slave
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I’ve engaged in a megaton of self-bondage in the past. Later on, “semi-self-bondage” became the rule, in that I now am a slave living quite far away from my owner, making imposed self-bondage one major way for me to undergo due punishments whenever I do not live up to my obligations. Basically, any transgressions of the rules result in a number of hours that I am to be locked up naked, restrained by padlocked chains. (There’s much more to it, but that’s not relevant here.)
However, with this post I want to emit a sincere warning about the risks of self-bondage.
The report below could be titled “Saved by the same mistake that nearly condemned me”.
In my rural house, I have a small prison cell – about 1 meter by 1 meter wide and just high enough for me to stand in. It has very thick and solid ancient brick walls, a bare concrete floor, and an entrance lockable by means of an iron bar gate. There are fixed attachment hooks in several places, plus an iron bar across the back wall at about half-height. Most of the cell is below ground level, while only the top 0.5 meter are above ground. In one of the side walls there’s a very small window onto the garden, with an equally small inside sill. Because I like being kept in darkness, the window is covered by a locked-on thick wooden shutter on the inside. All of this means that the cell de facto is almost fully sound proof. Only someone in the garden, close to the window, would be able to hear anything happening inside.
One night, several years ago, in absence of my owner, I had an opportunity to redeem part of my punishment debt to him.
The keys to all padlocks – including the one to the cell’s gate – are on a single keyring that itself was attached to a 2-meter-long thread. The plan was to attach the thread to one of the hooks that keep the shutter in place and then let the keyring rest on the ground, where it would be out of reach, other than by getting hold of the thread to pull it towards me. I set things up just like that, sat down on the floor in the position I intended to use, and checked that I’d be able to reach the thread, which worked fine. OK, so I was all good to go.
I got up again, grabbed the keys and first of all locked the gate. I then grabbed all my chains and padlocks off the window sill, sat down again, locked up my feet in chains and to the cell’s side walls, locked my permanent slave collar to the iron bar with a short piece of chain, locked my hand chain around my left wrist, let that chain slip underneath the chain to my collar behind my head, and finally locked it around my right wrist. All of this restrained my hands such that each of them was semi-suspended at the level of my shoulders when at rest, with just enough freedom such that each hand could reach the lock on the opposite side.
The whole setup also allowed for just enough movement for me to reach the thread. Or so I thought.
The experience was quite nice, until I needed to end it. With quite some effort, I moved over to the wall where the thread was hanging, and reached out with my right hand only to find that I just failed to catch it, no matter what I tried. Had I not locked my feet to the wall (and had the keyring been where I wanted it to be – more on that later) I would have been able to move it with my right foot and then grab the thread. But my feet were not available anyway. Another option, even with my feet locked, might have been to push the tread towards me using my knee. But… Oh Shit! I had made one potentially fatal mistake: after locking the gate, I had left the keys on the window sill, with the thread just hanging down about half-way in a loop! No amount of maneuvering with my knee could ever solve that, as it couldn’t ever reach the thread.
Light panic set in. Nobody would find me here – at least not while I’d still be alive…
After repositioning myself some more, I tried grabbing the thread with my mouth, but that also didn’t work: I could almost reach it, but almost wasn’t good enough. Finally, I came up with the idea of blowing the loosely hanging thread away from me, hoping I’d be able to catch it in my mouth as it swung back. After about five tries, this worked and I was able to free myself.
Looking back, I was saved because I forgot the keys on the window sill! Had I positioned them on the floor as intended, I’d not have been able to reach the thread with the chains set up as they were, and I’d not have been able to make it swing back far enough to catch it with my mouth. The next day, I went back to test the idea of moving the thread with my knee and found that this would also not have worked. The brick walls are far too uneven for that.
Needless to say, that if I’d switched off the light, as I like to do (at that time, doing so was not an option for this session setup, but nowadays it is possible using a timer mounted on the outside of the cell), I’d never have understood that the trick of blowing the thread around was the only way out. Plus, I’d not have known where to blow or where and when to be ready to close my mouth either.
Please all: Be very, very careful with self-bondage sessions!
However, with this post I want to emit a sincere warning about the risks of self-bondage.
The report below could be titled “Saved by the same mistake that nearly condemned me”.
In my rural house, I have a small prison cell – about 1 meter by 1 meter wide and just high enough for me to stand in. It has very thick and solid ancient brick walls, a bare concrete floor, and an entrance lockable by means of an iron bar gate. There are fixed attachment hooks in several places, plus an iron bar across the back wall at about half-height. Most of the cell is below ground level, while only the top 0.5 meter are above ground. In one of the side walls there’s a very small window onto the garden, with an equally small inside sill. Because I like being kept in darkness, the window is covered by a locked-on thick wooden shutter on the inside. All of this means that the cell de facto is almost fully sound proof. Only someone in the garden, close to the window, would be able to hear anything happening inside.
One night, several years ago, in absence of my owner, I had an opportunity to redeem part of my punishment debt to him.
The keys to all padlocks – including the one to the cell’s gate – are on a single keyring that itself was attached to a 2-meter-long thread. The plan was to attach the thread to one of the hooks that keep the shutter in place and then let the keyring rest on the ground, where it would be out of reach, other than by getting hold of the thread to pull it towards me. I set things up just like that, sat down on the floor in the position I intended to use, and checked that I’d be able to reach the thread, which worked fine. OK, so I was all good to go.
I got up again, grabbed the keys and first of all locked the gate. I then grabbed all my chains and padlocks off the window sill, sat down again, locked up my feet in chains and to the cell’s side walls, locked my permanent slave collar to the iron bar with a short piece of chain, locked my hand chain around my left wrist, let that chain slip underneath the chain to my collar behind my head, and finally locked it around my right wrist. All of this restrained my hands such that each of them was semi-suspended at the level of my shoulders when at rest, with just enough freedom such that each hand could reach the lock on the opposite side.
The whole setup also allowed for just enough movement for me to reach the thread. Or so I thought.
The experience was quite nice, until I needed to end it. With quite some effort, I moved over to the wall where the thread was hanging, and reached out with my right hand only to find that I just failed to catch it, no matter what I tried. Had I not locked my feet to the wall (and had the keyring been where I wanted it to be – more on that later) I would have been able to move it with my right foot and then grab the thread. But my feet were not available anyway. Another option, even with my feet locked, might have been to push the tread towards me using my knee. But… Oh Shit! I had made one potentially fatal mistake: after locking the gate, I had left the keys on the window sill, with the thread just hanging down about half-way in a loop! No amount of maneuvering with my knee could ever solve that, as it couldn’t ever reach the thread.
Light panic set in. Nobody would find me here – at least not while I’d still be alive…
After repositioning myself some more, I tried grabbing the thread with my mouth, but that also didn’t work: I could almost reach it, but almost wasn’t good enough. Finally, I came up with the idea of blowing the loosely hanging thread away from me, hoping I’d be able to catch it in my mouth as it swung back. After about five tries, this worked and I was able to free myself.
Looking back, I was saved because I forgot the keys on the window sill! Had I positioned them on the floor as intended, I’d not have been able to reach the thread with the chains set up as they were, and I’d not have been able to make it swing back far enough to catch it with my mouth. The next day, I went back to test the idea of moving the thread with my knee and found that this would also not have worked. The brick walls are far too uneven for that.
Needless to say, that if I’d switched off the light, as I like to do (at that time, doing so was not an option for this session setup, but nowadays it is possible using a timer mounted on the outside of the cell), I’d never have understood that the trick of blowing the thread around was the only way out. Plus, I’d not have known where to blow or where and when to be ready to close my mouth either.
Please all: Be very, very careful with self-bondage sessions!
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xdresssissytoes
Virgin
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Only after thoroughly groping and probing your luscious body, slave!
Eventually. Hehe!!
Roamme
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I do it on occasion. I'm not good with knots so I not good at it. I pretty much only do it when the kids are off to school, my husband is off at work, I've got the house to myself and I'm in that kind of mood
HarleyQuim
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I was in line at the hardware store recently and they were selling leather boot laces for just a few dollars. I bought a set and braided them and used it on my self and they worked really well as a DIY whip. It was a little awkward and took a little time to find the best length and ways to swing it but I did manage to inflict some nice stripes on my ass and tits. It was too much between my legs but the strands loose like a flogger was nice. All for $8.
Hrdnhrnyhubbie
Bi-curious
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Ive used the work out bands to tie myself naked to my weight bench before. One wrist is able to be pulled out so i can escape. Lately i secure a rope to a beam and tie my wrists up in the air. Again one hand loose. Also loosely tie hands behind back when on knees. This is usually followed by me striking ass and nuts with a plastic tube/hose. Want it to be done to me.
HarleyQuim
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The rubber resistance bands? That sounds interesting and I guess they stretch so you don’t need to worry about getting stuck.
I've tried it several times, but unless I'm serving someone else the actions I tend to do in BDSM don't necessarily turn me on. For me it's all about pleasing the other person, even if I'm the one spanking myself. It's about seeing the lust in their eyes and hearing it in their voice.
The same way that the most mundane of actions can be incredibly erotic when doing it for a Dom/me
The same way that the most mundane of actions can be incredibly erotic when doing it for a Dom/me
IARainman
Literotica Guru
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Have you tried something that doesn't require knots?
xdresssissytoes
Virgin
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I bind my tits in a rubber tube halter that wraps around my torso to my toes like a snake.
Found a kinky use for all the flats I've had as a cyclist..........premium rubber....very stretchy tight. Love the way it gathers and pushes my tits forward.....making my huge pumped up purple nips tantalizing targets!!!!!! Do you want to play.....hard........with them........or anything else that strikes your fancy?!?!?!?!??????
Found a kinky use for all the flats I've had as a cyclist..........premium rubber....very stretchy tight. Love the way it gathers and pushes my tits forward.....making my huge pumped up purple nips tantalizing targets!!!!!! Do you want to play.....hard........with them........or anything else that strikes your fancy?!?!?!?!??????
Roamme
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Sometimes
Britva415
"Alabaster," my ass
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Self tying is a great way to practice, and to develop some pragmatic empathy for what the bottom experiences. Not in terms of head-space, but just the nuts and bolts of how the rope feels, the knots, and the movement as rope slides across their skin. Having a first-hand familiarity with those sensations makes a better top, and it doesn't mean you're "really" tEh bOtToM
storypost603
exploration of sex
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I have done some light self bondage in my shed, outside on a bench, and in my house. I am not as flexible as I was before so not so much anymore. I would love to do it again.
geespencer
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I had a good self session. I had a camera pointed at me for added humiliation. Wrote some words in marker pen across my chest and set a timer for 30 minutes. Then, I attached some clothespins (cloth pegs) to string, looped it over a curtain rail and made two slip knots. I then attached the pegs to my chest, put my hands through the slip knots and secured myself.
I was now trapped in bondage, the only way of release was to pull down on the string, which would pull the pegs off my body. I knew it would hurt, but it was the only option.
I imagined the camera was live feeding my predicament to a chat site where people could see me and I wouldn’t be aware. In reality I didn’t dare, although I might have videoed it, I can’t remember.
The timer was set so I promised myself not to release myself before it went off.
Then it was just about waiting. Hoping no one came home early. Hoping the pegs would come off and wouldn’t be too painful. Humiliated to imagine someone watching me online.
The anticipation felt degrading until finally the alarm went off, I pulled down on the string, and released myself.
I was now trapped in bondage, the only way of release was to pull down on the string, which would pull the pegs off my body. I knew it would hurt, but it was the only option.
I imagined the camera was live feeding my predicament to a chat site where people could see me and I wouldn’t be aware. In reality I didn’t dare, although I might have videoed it, I can’t remember.
The timer was set so I promised myself not to release myself before it went off.
Then it was just about waiting. Hoping no one came home early. Hoping the pegs would come off and wouldn’t be too painful. Humiliated to imagine someone watching me online.
The anticipation felt degrading until finally the alarm went off, I pulled down on the string, and released myself.
seela
Quark Thief
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I really used to enjoy tying people up in decorative ways, and because I didn’t always have a willing or available target, I also started to do some self bondage. It was equally fun, but a lot more difficult and limited as to what can be done.
I somehow fell out of the habit and hadn’t tied myself or anyone else for a long time, since pre covid, I think. But last week I was looking for a pic of the cat, and while going through old pics, I also found the self bondage pics I had taken. And the interest was reignited!
I had a really fun time doing some self bondage yesterday, even if I had gotten less nimble since the previous session years ago. Yay, so glad I ran into the pics again! I think I need to buy some new rope too, because I have lots of ideas and not enough rope to execute them.
Now I need to find someone willing to be tied and doesn’t have any big, sexy torture expectations, because that’s not really why I do bondage. I just like to have fun, make pretty patterns and essentially do some puzzle solving.
I somehow fell out of the habit and hadn’t tied myself or anyone else for a long time, since pre covid, I think. But last week I was looking for a pic of the cat, and while going through old pics, I also found the self bondage pics I had taken. And the interest was reignited!
I had a really fun time doing some self bondage yesterday, even if I had gotten less nimble since the previous session years ago. Yay, so glad I ran into the pics again! I think I need to buy some new rope too, because I have lots of ideas and not enough rope to execute them.
Now I need to find someone willing to be tied and doesn’t have any big, sexy torture expectations, because that’s not really why I do bondage. I just like to have fun, make pretty patterns and essentially do some puzzle solving.
storypost603
exploration of sex
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I would love to watch you all tied up..... I took pictures of my self but not video. My wife saw them she had no idea that I had done it a few times. I had tied her up quite a few times and had some real fun.
apom
A Piece Of Meat
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I played slave to a guy online years ago. I was working nights as a janitor at the local high school at the time and my Master got off on making me go to work in various states of undress, with my body bound in different ways and fat vegetables stuffed inside me. His goal was to get me caught, but I was alone from 11 pm to 6 am most nights so the probability of someone walking in on me was not huge. And it wasn't happening. He took this to mean I wasn't trying hard enough, so he escalated.
