Re: Self-bondage ideas Author: JWarrenZ Date: 1998/12/13 Forum: soc.subculture.bondage-bdsm.femdom -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- >Who's got some self-bondage ideas. I would be pleased to carry out the ideas >and send you pictures of my self-bondage-session. Self bondage can be somewhat risky. However, there are several ways to minimize the risk as illustrated from these segments from one part of my book Safe, Sane, Consensual and Fun. While it is far from the complete story, I've left in the parts that illustrate safety procedures. As always, this is copyrighted material. Others are asked not to repost or distribute it in its present form. Oh, if you do this don't bother to send me pictures. ----------------- John checked the freezer, lifting out the plastic mold and shaking it to see if it had frozen through. It had. A bit of warm water over the mold and the clear cylinder of ice slid free. Clearly visible through the fracture lines and white specks was the pair of keys that John had suspended by a string within the mold the previous evening. He held the cylinder at arm’s length for a moment and brought it to his lips, savoring the clear, cold, metallic flavor of the ice. Putting it on the kitchen floor where the ice could slowly melt without damaging anything, he took down the water glass and slowly filled it halfway to the brim with ink. Carefully, so as not to cause a splash, he dropped his spare keys into the ink. Walking into the living room, he put the glass down in the middle of the oriental rug. Then, he dialed a friend’s number. No one was at home — as he had expected. Speaking carefully, he left a message. “This is John. It’s about noon. I’ve been called out on business, but I will definitely be home by six. Could you come over then or give me a call? I’ve got something I need to talk to you about. It’s pretty important.” The preliminaries completed. John emptied a canvas sack on the kitchen floor. A cascade of chains and miscellaneous objects emerged. He stripped naked, neatly piling his clothing on a chair. He greased and inserted a butt plug, grimacing with pain as it slid home, leaving him with the contrasting feelings of fullness and vulnerability. He ran one length of chain between his ankles and locked a loop from each end around each ankle with a pair of padlocks. Taking another chain, John ran it from the middle of his chest under his right armpit, up behind the shoulder and back across the chest to his left armpit. From there, he ran the chain across his back to his right armpit. Bringing it under the arm, he ran it across his chest and over his left shoulder. Then, he brought the chain directly down the back of his shoulder and through his left armpit and locked the ends together. This left him with a single horizontal chain running across his back and an “X” of chains across his chest. As he lay down, he flinched and gasped as his naked skin came in contact with the chill flooring. Bending his knees and bringing his heels up against his buttocks, he reached behind himself and ran a last loop of chain through the ankle chains and under the chain across his back, connecting the ends of the loop with another padlock. He wrapped a length of soft cloth around his wrists, looped a pair of handcuffs through the chain “X” on his chest and snapped them over the padding on his wrists, making sure that the keyhole in each cuff was pointing toward his hand rather than upward along his arm. Using an unbent paperclip, he pressed the double-locking mechanism down and threw the now-useless clip into a corner. Time passed in a haze of fantasy. Finally, John glanced over and saw that the cylinder of ice had vanished, leaving a pair of keys in a puddle on the floor. One part of his soul begged him to ignore the opportunity and return to his fantasies of helplessness and submission, but a new and more intense burning urged him to wiggle over to the keys and, after many tries, unlock the cuff holding his right hand. Without waiting to free any other appendage, he rolled over and firmly grabbed his erect cock. His hand first stroked it gently and gradually became almost a blur as he continued to fight the chains with his other hand and pinioned feet. The explosion was so ecstatic that it was almost painful, and John was splattered with the evidence of his own desire, so long denied by the chains. After a few moments of motionlessness, John reached out for the other key and began the process of returning to the mundane world --------------- Boston Dungeon Society Diversified Services www.bostondungeon.org Toys & Books for the Scene Telnet: bdsbbs.com Email: Mentor@bdsbbs.com Info: 617-654-0536 www.diversified--services.com