I now had two different chains resting on my back: the arched one with the sliding ring from the collar's D rings and the single one hanging down from the gag chain.
My plan was to get my arms and legs fully bound, but keep my hands free. My next to final move would be to hook the long chain extension from the gag chain to my feet. This would accomplish three things: it would pull my head back, tighten the gag chain in my mouth and complete the hog tie, more or less. The final action would be to secure my hands and I had not yet really decided on what I would do with my hands other than use a pair of cuffs, but that decision was still to come. This would be a critical decision because if I could not free my hands, I could not escape.
Next, I prepared a third set of the giant cuffs to fit loosely around my arms just above the elbows. These super large cuffs have large steel rings welded to them on a swivel so that they can rotate freely. This ability to turn 360 degrees may seem mundane, but in SB, especially with an elbow restraint, it is an important benefit.
I tested the arrangement by placing my arms into the cuffs, sliding them up and over my elbows and then, with some difficulty, locking the snap hook hanging down from the collar chain to the welded rings on the elbow cuffs. It turned out that the only way to do this was to release the one snap hook from the D ring on the right side the collar, lower the chain until I could reach the sliding ring and its snap hook and insert the welded cuff rings into it. Then, working hard, I pulled it up and reattached the chain to the D ring on the right side of the collar. This arrangement put enough strain on the elbow cuffs to hold them closely together and left my hands and lower arms nearly parallel, but still relatively free. Even though this did not bring my elbows totally together, it was enough for the moment and I let it stand as it was.
At the risk of over-explaining this, it is important to understand that if I locked the elbow cuffs firmly on my upper arms, I could not find a way to connect the welded rings to the collar chain. Someone with more versatile joints and agility may be able to do this, but I needed to be able to slide these cuffs on and off my arms if necessary.
I was almost done and sweating madly, even though I had not a single stitch of clothing on, having removed the bra and thong that I originally thought would go nicely with the position. There is something more erotic, I think, about rolling around on a hard wood floor or carpet, fully bound and gagged, in bra and panties and even stockings, if everything else is just right. In my fantasy, it follows that my male captors would enjoy the sight of a chained woman in her skimpy bra and panties, writhing about on the floor and totally at their mercy.[iii] In this case, my safety sense was running so high that I decided to skip the underwear entirely.
So, my next move was to place a single hand cuff on each wrist. These cuffs were modified and not connected with the usual chain links. Instead, they had a large brass snap hook joined to the cuff itself with a split ring on a swivel fitting. In this position, I could not easily lock the ratchet on these cuffs,[iv] so I just put them on, tested the snap hooks to see how much slack I would have and then released them, freeing my hands once again.
Now came the critical final moves: connecting the gag chain to my feet and reconnecting my hands. I brought my feet up and back so that I could actually grab hold of my toes and instep with my hands. Keeping one hand on my feet, I used the other to grab the end of the gag chain extension, connect its snap hook to a ring on the ankle cuffs and slowly let go with my hands. My legs relaxed a bit and then the tension increased on the gag collar chain, pulling it deeper and setting up a nice pressure to hold my head back and my legs bent.
In other sessions, I braid my hair, finishing it with a large steel ring at the end. Connecting this ring to my bound feet provides similar tension between head and feet, but does not involve the gag. I enjoy both set-ups and use them interchangeably. I have also tried using both. The double tension on the chain gag and hair can be exquisite, but not something to endure for extended periods. A third option is to wear a head harness or hood and connect it to the feet. The multi-point pressure on the head and gag, caused by trying to straighten your legs can be fascinating.
It went just as I planned. The efficiency of this position was amazing. I was well-gagged with a gag chain through my mouth and connected to my feet. My neck collar held a chain connected to the large cuffs holding my elbows nearly touching, my knees were tightly cuffed together and so were my ankles, which were now bent back with heels touching my ass. I quickly snapped the wrist cuffs together and found that there was really too much space between them, so I unsnapped the hooks and then attached one hook to the ring at the base of the other cuff, effectively shortening them by removing an inch or more from the slack between the wrists cuffs. That worked much better. I was done. I was hog-tied with chain and cuffs, gagged and collared and I was so excited that I wanted to scream, not that it would have done any good.
Once you get into this sort of position, your mind may develop several conflicts. On one hand, you desperately want to bring on the sexually erotic rewards, but you cannot touch yourself. Because in this case, I had not planned for any automatic sexual stimulation, such as a ben wa, dildo, butterfly vibrator or some other internal or external device. I was stuck, literally, with the increasing erotic thrills of the restraint, the back-of-mind fear of not being able to get free and the always there worry that something or someone would interrupt my play.
I regretted a couple of things while I lay there, tugging on the steel bands around my wrists, elbows, ankles, knees and neck, breathing heavily through my nose and around the ball gag, wishing I had put at least one dildoe inside me and put on a blindfold as well. (One very stimulating addition which I have used often is to attach an elastic strap or bungee cord between my chained feet and the base of an in-place dildo or butt plug or both. A similar elastic crotch strap must be used in this configuration and it can be extremely effective as you extend your legs a bit and pull on the end of the dildo, then relax and allow the elastic crotch strap to pull the probe(s) back inside. It's not the perfect fucking machine, but it will do. But it was too late for those additional things, so they'd have to wait until next time. Meanwhile, I was just having the usual fantastic time. As time passed I would release one hand and move it to my ass or wiggle it down between my legs, bringing on the needed culmination of the long build up. This manual assistance supplemented the fantasy that my captors were playing with my sex, driving me higher and higher, enjoying the spectacle of me struggling against the chains, shivering and crying into the chain gag as I came.
Each time the sequence was a bit different. At one point, there was a rough hand rubbing and spanking my ass, making me strain against the cruel elbow cuffs. Later, there was another hand squeezing my breasts and pinching the nipples. Then there was the hand that went down the sweat-soaked crevasse between my chained thighs and found my totally liquefied cunt. That finger could only reach so far and I was denied the urgently needed touch on my clit until I bent my body into a sort of S shape and the exploring finger found its target. The slowly building climaxes came up through my body, making me tremble and cry into the gag.
I believe that one of the reasons people select SB as a means of sexual release is that they can control, to some extent, their own orgasms. A close girlfriend, (the same one who sent me the comic books), told me this many years ago and that input helped me move into SB over time. I have had enough male sex partners, including a nearly worthless husband, to be able to validate the difference between the sexual experience that includes another person and the one that is self-generated. Religious and quasi-scientific cautions notwithstanding, I think that both are acceptable. Both can bring on very strong, intense responses, but SB has thus far proven to be my preferred sexual outlet. Yes, its masturbation. Yes, it's selfish because I’m not sharing the experience with a lover. I suppose it can be habit-forming, but to me, this is what SB is all about: setting up the scenario in your mind, creating the strict restraint and then enjo
ying it as long as you can.
I was astonished to hear the mantel clock strike three, which meant that I had been in this luxuriously self-indulgent, erotic fantasy for over three hours. It was time to get free. I did this more quickly than I would have imagined…certainly faster than anyone who saw me fully chained and gagged would expect. The secret to release lay in the snap hooks on critical connections. The hooks between my wrist cuffs came off right away. I reached up to my cuffed ankles and freed the snap hook holding my head back and the gag in place. Freeing the elbow cuff connection to the collar was the most difficult and my sticky, sweaty hands kept slipping as I tried to reach and release the tiny snap hook holding the dog chain to my steel collar. There was a moment of fear when I wondered if I had screwed up and what could happen if I could not release the elbow cuffs from the collar. For a few minutes, I stopped trying and slid over to where one cuff key lay, fumbled with it and then began to try to get it into the cuffs on my knees. This task proved even more difficult, as the keyhole was in the wrong place for me to reach with my elbows still cuffed.
I went back to the snap hook on the collar and got it on the first try. My arms slid out of the elbow cuffs and from there it was only a few minutes until knees and ankles too were free and I was headed for a hot shower and a very pleasant sleep.
St. Andrew's Cross/Spread Eagle
Early self-bondage experiences often seem to involve use of an X- shaped cross and trying to bind wrists and ankles to the ends of the beams. More than one SB player has discovered that once the hands and feet are caught in the slip loops on the end of the cross, they cannot be released without help. As John Willie used to write in BIZARRE, "don't let this happen to you". The spread eagle pose is a natural and many people find it at initially at the top of their "gotta try it" list, having discovered ways to get out of it once they are spread on a bed or the floor or against a wall. There is no secret here to getting free, but I have found that using single hand cuffs with large snap hooks and/or spring releases lets me get into this position. As long as my fingers can reach and operate the spring-loaded snaps, I can escape.
Ball Tie
This is also a popular position, but it may be too strenuous for many people, especially if you have enough meat on your stomach that you have trouble touching your toes standing up. The ball tie works best with lots and lots of rope, either in one long, single length or in several shorter, easier to handle sections. I find that doing the whole ball bound thing is slow going and often I just give up before it gets tight enough to enjoy. If you do it, tie your ankles first and then wrap rope around the legs and up over your back, being careful about your neck. If you do it right, you leave a loop hanging down your back for your hands and ending near your butt or better yet, on your waist rope where it crosses your spine. Once you have the compression of upper body and upper legs secure, then reach back and put your hands in the loop at your waist. Keep a sharp knife or scissors handy, as you might need them if the hand loop won't release.
One consideration to be understood about a self-tied ball position is that while is exposes your ass and sex rather blatantly, you may not get the release you seek because of the constriction. Nevertheless, I find the ball position a useful variation and have adapted nipple-to-knee cords, a tongue ring to clit ring chain and a few other small additions as helpful from time to time.
Chained and abandoned
As dull as it may sound, this scenario is very popular. Left in a closed room, (or better yet, a cage, cave or actual cell), you are allowed to do as little or as much restraint as you wish. If you have plenty of time, you can invent all sorts of diabolical situations. One such scene has you locking yourself into a combination of chains, (or rope fitted as a chain set would), on a tether or leash, but being permitted to do whatever you might otherwise do if you were alone. Sit in a chair, watch TV, work on a computer, make dinner, use the bathroom or just curl up and go to sleep in your bondage. I do this frequently when the urge to be stringently bound is not there, but I want to be restrained and to enjoy the sense of being controlled and restricted. Certainly, there are all sorts of ways to enhance this situation, from a locked-on brank, hood or head harness to a full body harness and other internal accessories.
How this is all carried out is up to the individual, but it might be said that one reason so many of us often engage in this sort of SB is because it can be relaxing and still satisfies the latent need to be restrained.
Caged or crated
At the opposite end of the above scene is that of being enclosed in a highly restrictive cage, coffin or box. Elsewhere in this book, there is a lengthy story about using cages, so I won't devote much to it here except to say that if you find the feeling of total body compression and enclosure appealing, a nice small cage with heavy bars can be a delight. The best cage designs I know of incorporate movable sides and top so that once inside, you can adjust the confinement to suit. If you want this kind of restraint, but cannot get a real, heavy-duty metal cage, there are kennel-style substitutes that you may find interesting. I see these as symbolic rather than actual cages, but they can work and are usually designed to fold up when not in use.
Locked in a wooden crate can also be a joyous experience. You can make one yourself with a few tools, a well-planned design and some room to store it. I have a crate in my bedroom that is normally used to store my SB equipment, but, emptied out it can serve as a more than adequate private refuge to get away from it all. If you build or acquire a wooden crate, make certain that there are enough air holes to make your time spent in the crate pleasant and free from a struggle to breathe.
Some years ago, I sketched out a folding crate made from half-inch plywood. I took the design idea to a man I knew who was a skilled carpenter and he said he'd make it for me if I let him put me in it. What a deal! It wasn't SB, but he did a wonderful job and, at my request, kept me in there for a full day and night, feeding me through a tube and taking care of all of my needs while I crouched, bound hand and foot, inside the new crate. I still get hot when I smell freshly sawed wood because that twenty-four hours in the folding plywood crate was so memorable.
My design was simple: The two main sides were hinged in the middle. The top, bottom, front and back folded back on the sides once they collapsed. It was heavy, but it worked and was easy to store in the basement. Remember though that in such an enclosure, your body gives off a great deal of heat and without proper ventilation, remaining in the crate can become oppressively hot. So, design vents to allow for lots of fresh air for breathing and heat venting.
I have also seen and tested some wonderful metal cages based on the cartoon series by a French artist, Pichard. These cages are not fun, but they can give you a special experience. Chained and cuffed inside these cramped, heavily barred containers, the captive is further entertained by having solid phallus plugs inserted up the ass and cunt, their head held down with a steel collar fastened to the floor of the cage and a variety of other highly stimulating restraints applied. When it is done right, the cage occupant can do little more than wiggle a finger or toe. Everything else is locked down tight. I have, thanks to some scene friends who are deeper into BDSM than I will ever be, spent a few hours locked into one of these things and I cannot honestly suggest how you might do this on your own. Surely, it is possible and I have fantasized about such confinement many times. It is no worse than an efficient ball tie, but offers the additional stimulus of close confinement and the potential of having head, hands and feet locked to the structure. One woman I know, but haven't seen in a few years, told me she had a cage made for her and then she got engaged and insisted that her husband-to-be experience the cage before they got married. According to her, she goaded him into the test by putting herself in the locked cage and being there, waiting for him, when he got home one night. She was gagged and presented a hopeful subject for his sexual enjoyment in the candle-lit playroom of her house. Apparently, it went as she planned and she said it was the best multi-orgasm
she experienced with this partner. Unfortunately, it all went to Hell when, after he let her out, she insisted that he try the cage. He did. She fixed him up as she planned, including locking his sex package down to the base of the cage, gagging him and then leaving him there while he complained and whined. There was no sex between them thereafter and they never married.
What works for some of us may not ever work for others and I offer this end to my narrative to point out that we, as SB aficionados must realize that what we enjoy is anathema and at times appalling to others. End of story.
Chapter Three
Melissa illustrates the benefits of being your own keeper.
Obviously, there is a down side as well and she discusses this in some detail.
The negatives of being an SB loner perhaps
reflect other psychological elements in one's life.
She talks about her experience with curved ass and vaginal hooks.
Melissa - Having it all
For me, the true beauty of self-bondage is that you can have what you want when you want it and not have to rely on anyone else to do it. Obviously, the downside is that you cannot always get what you want, especially if what you want requires another person and there is the loneliness of do-it-yourself sex, which is, in most cases, not nearly as rewarding as having a partner share it with you. Also, and this is the big one, you cannot expect anyone to help you in a crisis when you have fucked up.
Yes, I know there are ways around both of these issues, but in general, these two statements are true. Anyone who wants to try SB needs to know them and understand what they mean. Getting what you want when you want it has brought a lot of people a lot of grief, so be careful what you ask for. For example, if what you want is to be helpless, bound, gagged and stashed in some dark dungeon with a plug up your ass and your tits in shackles, you can spend a lot of time and money trying to get to that place. The deep, dark dungeons don't come cheap, but the rest of the stuff you can get at the local hardware store, on the internet or by visiting your favorite dom. After some debate, I worked at creating a private cell, a place where I could go and enjoy my restraints without being bothered by phones or doorbells. It turned out that a small room, originally intended as a butler's pantry when the house was built in the early 20th century, was ideal for my purposes. It was big enough to hold me and all of my stuff and located in a part of the house, behind the kitchen, where it was seldom used.
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