Kinky Jinkies pt.2: A Selfbondage Tale

21 07 2008

Ok, I did it. Yesterday night  I had my first TRUE self bondage session, that is a session where I couldn’t get out until the timed release system worked.

Since not everyone wants to view pictures of me tied up and wearing boots, you’ll have to view the full post 🙂

The main idea was to make myself stand in my boots for an hour or two in such a situation that I can’t sit down or reach for anything, and wait until the keys drop within my reach.

After an entire day of planning, I came up with this. A rope should be stretched from one door to another (looped on the inside of the rooms, thus making it impossible for me to release it by opening the doors. It should be high enough to make it impossible for me to sit down, and also high enough so I can lock my hands under it and behind my back.  That sounds cool, but how do I release myself?

I took keys to two padlocks, tied them to one end of the shoelace, stuffed the shoelace carefully into a plasttic tube (the kind that had those big Vitamin C/Calcium thingies that you drop into the water to “melt” them). Made sure if it comes out without tangling (several times), filled it with water, let it soak for couple of minutes and then popped it into the freezer. The theory behind it. As the ice melts, first the plastic tube falls off, then the string starts to lenghten as the block of ice falls apart. As you can see, the theory worked perfectly. That was around 3pm.

Then I went on with my day, thinking and rethinking things, going over every little thing that could go wrong with my scenario (and I have a rather vivid imagination) thinking what I could do to lessen the risk.

Finally, it’s evening. I have everything planned out, even made a list of things that I need, when I decide to set up a webcam. After stressing 20 minutes scrambling for some USB extension cord (found one luckily) and another 20 minutes messing around with my pc cause the webcam refused to cooperate, I have it set up. I couldn’t have it record the entire session (bastard thing uses uncompressed avi so that’d take I don’t know, 50GB to record it all? haha), so I opted instead for the “time lapse video”, which takes a frame every second and assembles it into a clip. Luckily I can set it up to KEEP these frames in jpeg too.

(from now on times in 24h system, as it’s what the webcam uses for image filenames).

My pointing at the pipe.

Me pointing at the pipe.

20:39:49, the webcam is set and takes its first image of the “scene”.  About a minute later I take this photo, pointing at the steel pipe running above. It’s a gas pipe, so I’m obviously I am not going to tie myself to it, but it’ll hold the frozen keys easily.

Wearing boots at this stage also helped me to verify if the rope will be high enough (but not too high).

As you can see, the corridor needs some work, but yeah, never mind that, it’s unrelated.

I wasn’t exactly happy with this camera setting, so I spent quite some time shifting it around. The idea was to catch the entire me in the image if possible, or at least most of. So I kept running back and forth, pointing at the pipe, stretching my arms around and shifting the camera again and again. Since I am bothering enough to take the pics, might as well make sure they show what I want them to show, right?

At around 20:54:41 I got the camera set up as properly as I could. I wish I could pull it back a bit more, so that it would catch my entire figure, including the heels and the head, and perhaps even the entire pipe. There was no room to do so though. So I went on with the preparations.

Bringing the rope.

Bringing the rope.

21:01:58, bringing the rope.  AS you can probably see, it’s some sort of a plastic rope, not sure exactly what from. After that I bring other equipment and clothes. Tights, leotard, collar, ballgag, the unlocked padlocks, pantyhose and so on.

21:15. I stop to check if I brought everything that I need so far and decide to go on with tying the rope, which I pick up at exactly 21:16:25. Took me four minutes to untangle this mess, but finally I have done it. It takes me quite a while to tie the rope in place since it’s a very lenghty piece (enough to thread it four times between the doors). Now, on the doors disappearing on the far left, deeper into the corridor, there’s no door handle, so it was easy to thread the rope folded in half and then use that as a loop to pull the rest of the rope, then pull it back to the doors hidden on the right and loop it through the door handle (on the inside of the room), which gave it just enough slack that I could avoid any rope burns in crotch area.

Wiping the sweat after I finished tying the rope.

Wiping the sweat after I finished tying the rope.

After pulling the rope through the door handle (and managing t close them), I took the remainder of the rope and pulled it to the doors on the left again. The shorter end was tied off right there, but the longer end was long enough for me to thread it around the rest of the rope, making it as if it was one thick rope. That task took some time to do, until finally at 21:34:58 I could wipe the sweat off my forehead. It is done, the rope is in place. I decide to take a break and think some more on the whole setting.

At 21:42, I decide to add an extra release, in case ice doesn’t work that well. Shoelace shouldn’t tangle, but you never know. Also, I could tie it a bit too weak to the pipe and it’ll fall under its own weight. You never know. So, I tape a pair of scissors at the far left end of the corridor. That means I’ll have to either ruin the rope, the restraints holding my wrists together, or cut through the loosely bound pantyhose that’s supposed to stop me from going over the rope.

22:02, I take off my boots to rest my legs before the session. At this point I decide to relax a bit, not to rush anything lest I forget something important. Nervous, my stomach decides to complain, so I take some stomach drops, ready to abandon the whole session or postpone it until the morning hours. I’m home alone until Thursday, so I better not screw up, right?

Starting to dress up.

Starting to dress up.

Well, 20 minutes later I am feeling fine, but I give it another 20 to make sure.

22:41. I begin. First I put on the tights, then the black leotard. After which I hang everything I’ll be needing on the rope, for easy access. I am using two padlocks just in case, one locked to the other, in case I have problems reaching one of them, or the bigger one gives me trouble (you need to insert the key perfectly straight, so it’s not that good for doing it behind your back while blindfolded. I quickly recheck if everything’s in place after which I continue my preparations.

Starting to get nervous at that point. But it’s the good kind of nervous, anticipation of what come next, not fear of the future.

It is the time to finally pull out my key from the freezer.

Right after placing the key.

Right after placing the key.

22:46, I hang the key in the place. Since I am standing on a stool, I still haven’t put my boots on. I have good balance, but no way I am risking that.

22:46:22. The key is hanging (you can just barely see the plastic tube left to my head on the photo. Yep, that’s it. The shoelace is actually misleading, since it’s a lace I pulled out from the side of some crappy pants, so it’s nearly as long as I am tall. Long enough to reach below the rope. To make sure I tied it with a triple knot, so that it can’t fall under its own weight or if I pull it.

Afterwards I place a metal bowl under the key to collect the water (and tell me that it’s still melting, if I don’t hear any more drops coming down and the key is not in reach it means it got tangled somewhere above and perhaps I have to reach up a little or venture for the secondary release).

22:47, putting on my opera lenght gloves. Did that for two reasons. One, to minimize any potential rubbing on my wrists, and two, to make it slightly more difficult to operate the keys. After which I put on my homemade ballgag (from a belt and a small plastic ball. The ball is soft and hollow inside and also the gag sits loose enough that if need I can push it out with my tongue. After this I put my collar on and proceed to put on my boots. It is 22:51. I quickly recheck everything.

Crossing the rope.

Crossing the rope.

22:51:18. The big leap. Crossing the rope. Whatever, I can still back out if I want to, right? Well no, not really, my mind is set on doing it, I am pretty sure all the things I prepared should be enough to free me.

I am checking if I have everything, again. Next step is to tie one pair of pantyhose above my knees. The idea is to tie them rather loosely, just enough so it’s not possible for me to get off the rope, but with enough slack so that it doesn’t limit my movements in any other way, wouldn’t want to loose balance because of that. Next, I prepare my “handcuffs”.

A little bit about the restraints here. I used two “loops” sort of. First, a short belt, the kind of that if pulled properly, stays closed and doesn’t shift neither one way or the other, unless you pull it in the middle of the buckle. That went on my left wrist. I am normally left-handed, but I operate scissors with the right one, so it would be easier to cut them off. The second loop, which I’ve put on a bit later, is an old leather bag handle that has two metal d-rings at it’s end. It’s soft and long enough to wrap around the wrist twice. It is held by a padlock, and I used a second padlock to connect the left loop and the padlock on the right one.

Next, I put on a pair of pantyhose to create sort of a hood, then I put on a headband to work as a blindfold and wrap the pantyhose legs around that, to keep it in place.

22:56:49, I make a first attempt to lock the last padlock.

Finally locked.

Finally locked.

23:00:33, after nearly four minutes of trying to get the damn thing locked, it finally happens. Padlock snaps and I am trapped, now I need to wait however long it takes the ice to melt. There’s faint music coming from my room as I set it up to remind me of what time it is. The playlist is couple of hours long. I’ve read somewhere that ice should melt in two hours, so I set it up to play a specific album after three, to know that I am standing here long enough and I need to reach for the scissors (in case the keys didn’t drop or managed to somehow loosen themselves and fall on the floor, although in that case I’d knew by the noise).

Exactly 19 minutes later the ice has melted enough for the plastic tube to slid off the keys. There’s a loud bang as it hits the metal bowl, after which a slow but steady dripping follows.

At this point my toes are already complaining, my wrists a little bit too, but nothing serious. I see one flaw in my “handcuffs”, the right one keeps on tightening whenever I move, so I have to slide in some fingers and pull it back, while at the same time bringing my wrists closer together.

As the time passes, my toes hurt more and more. I have to keep on shifting weight, lean myself against the wall so I can lift one leg for a moment and flex my toes. That causes another problem, as my left shoulder is then right under the dripping icy water, which actually feels as if someone has put something HOT on my skin.

Struggling in a bit more frustrating moment. Notice the ice is hanging a lot lower now, but still waaay out of reach.

Struggling in a bit more frustrating moment. Notice the ice is hanging a lot lower now, but still waaay out of reach.

At this point I have absolutely NO idea what time it is. It feels like every minute is half hour long, and at the same time, despite about half hour passing, I feel like it’s just five minutes. I am beginning to worry if I can manage to hold on for the next few hours (in my mind the whole thing grows to enormous proportions, as if I was going to be bound for two days or so).

I constantly travel up and down the rope, from time struggle against my “cuffs”, then try to move them up so that they don’t dig into my wrists.

Suddenly… 01:17:33, I feel a cold object slap against my hands. The keys! I am as happy as never before. Seconds later I am holding them, and manage to pull the string a bit (not all of the ice melted so they were still 10-20 cm higher than they would be if it did melt entirely) and open the lock quite easily. Opera gloves proved to be no problem. I am free roughly a minute later.

Well. Almost free. There’s still other stuff to take off.

Moments after I freed my arms and legs.

Moments after I freed my arms and legs.

I pull my blindfold up, spit out the gag, untie the pantyhose on my legs, after which I can get off the rope, and quickly sit down on the ground. Then\I open the second padlock, releasing my arms totally.

Finally I am free.

From the moment I felt the keys against my fingers, I’m on a huge endorphin rush. Never would’ve thought you can get a runner’s high from standing, haha.

It is an amazing feeling, which lasts for hours until I finally go to bed at around 5am, all relaxed and happy.

There was relatively little mess (the plastic tube spilled some water on the carpet), and the only permanent damage is some chipped paint on the doors on the left where the rope slightly bit into the wood. Need to remember not to tie myself with it.

For the first time in my life I was totally trapped by my own will. The experience was… hmm, I’d say a parachute jump in slow motion. Not that I ever jumped, but yeah. Both things take a lot of preparations to make sure nothing can go wrong. That last lock, or padlock, it’s like jumping out of the plane, except your parachute is an automatic one that will open after a while (an hour or two in this case). Once you reach the key, it’s only a matter of safe landing.

So what did I learn?

I can stand in my heels for an hour vs being able to walk in them for couple of hours (right now I wish I had a treadmill, haha).

The “handcuffs” need to be replaced by something more comfortable. Fighting with the tightening on the right wrist was a bit tiresome.

I should’ve padlocked myself to the rope so that it would go through the padlock hole. Less strain on back/wrists as they were pulled by the rope. Less stress on wrists and at the same time more restrictive.

I need a proper ballgag. The fact that I had to put on pantyhose on my head to keep it in place doesn’t make it any safer than a regular ballgag anyway.

Also, a proper blindfold is needed. And wrapping up pantyhose around my eyes wasn’t that great idea. I could still see a little bit through my left eye and the pressure on the right eye was a bit heavy.

The series of various emotional phases I went through during the entire experience are absolutely addicting.

So am I going to do it again? Most likely, yeah. I need to come up with a new scenario and collect some better gear and make sure I plan the next one as well as this one. This is why I am not going to do one right now, since I am still feeling all mighty after the experience so I’d probably rush into something stupid. Better wait and cool down.

Also, I’d love to involve some latex clothing into the session and I have yet to purchase any.

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6 responses

22 12 2008
stancho

good job! i am impressed. i ama male and i am thinking to do some appropriate for men. Any ideas? m.t@mbox.bol.bg

5 02 2009
Like Ra

Excellent story and proper outfit!!! Would you mind if I republish (with your copyright, of course) it under Self-Bondage Ideas and Self-Bondage Contributed Sessions (please see the site)?

Thanks in advance!
Like Ra

5 02 2009
Aurora Borealis

Sure, you’re free to do so. Your site was actually one of my inspirations 🙂

6 02 2009
Like Ra

Thanks Aurora (two times 😉 !

1 03 2009
Like Ra

Done! This is the link

2 03 2009
Aurora Borealis

Nice. It almost feels like being published somewhere 🙂

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