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As far as I can think back, I was interested in self-bondage. Since I think some other people are interested in it and I have some experience with it, I would like to pass on some of my knowledge and experience to the readers of this text. Therefore I will report on one of my last experiences. Maybe you like it – it was definitely a lot of fun for me myself.
It started when a friend gave me handcuffs at a party and laughing I should try it out on my friend. Crazy as I was, I tried her at home right away. This feeling of helplessness, that it is actually very difficult to describe, excited me incredibly. This was reinforced by the fact that I was myself that had added this helplessness to me.
After that I saw the handcuffs in a completely new light.
Of course I continued to try to use them to strengthen these interesting feelings. I started buying any kind of objects that could serve to myself tie up, to torture and humiliate. Soon I had a rich collection of ropes, belts, chains, all kinds of foot and handcuffs, not to mention a variety of bonds in rubber and silk. Various gags, clips and other bondage materials enriched my collection.
For me it became a challenge to find new ways and positions in order to captivate myself and gag, but to be able to free again in the end. I was fascinated by bondage, or rather, of self-bondage. The fear of being alone, naked and tied up, and not knowing whether you can ever get rid of it alone – that is one of the most indescribable feelings! What would happen if someone else found me, gagged and tied up to the utmost? Self -bound could be a little more excited if there was something that would torture me while I was helpless and as firmly tied as possible. Since I am afraid to let someone else captivate myself, I was looking for something like that for a very long time.
Then one day I saw pictures in a magazine from a bound woman who got an enema.
So far I hadn’t thought about enema sprays and enemas, even though they were nothing completely new for me. That gave me the idea of trying it out yourself. An enema in my butt, which started for some time after I was tied up and helpless, that I couldn’t stop and which I couldn’t escape. To be forced to endure it for some time ..
That must be a feeling as if you were tickled while being tied up. I just had to try it out! And that’s exactly what I want to tell you. My problem was now to ensure that the enema began after I would have tied up myself and how I could prevent myself from freeing myself out of it too quickly. A trick that I used to use before was the following: the key, which the chains and handcuffs served to exemption, was closed in the ice cubes one day before.
Now I put it on an elevated area where I wanted to captivate myself afterwards. If the ice was thawed after a while, the key fell down to a place that I could somehow reach, even in tied up condition. As a result, I always had to wait a certain time until the ice was dammed until I could free myself. This method allows an infinite number of variations and possibilities of self -bondage.
With the size of the ice cube, you can then influence the time you want to bring in your bonds and tortured.
Around. 1 p.m. I started with my bondage. First I wrote a short note where you could find the different keys and what they were for. I put them in an envelope and wrote the name of my best friend on it and called it.
I told her that she should come over at 10 p.m. and don’t hesitate if I didn’t open the door myself (she had her own key). If something went wrong, my exemption was still ensured. But the idea that my best friend could find me at home, totally tied up, tied and bound, with a water -sloping hose in my body … that created the most extraordinary feeling in me! Then I went around the house, looked whether everything was okay and put a key in the mailbox at the garden entrance, the other in the garage. After all I would have some problems if I got to the keys to free myself.
The next thing I did was to dress me for the event.
Over time, I learned to love rubber as a wonderful and erotic material. That was the reason why it fit perfectly with this adventure. After I moved out and stood completely naked in front of the big mirror, I put on my long, black rubber lumps and a matching rubber bar with the corresponding stockings. The corset went to my neck, but openings were embedded for my breasts.
I hadn’t put on my panties because I later got out of my heavy chastity belt leather wanted to wear, who always excited me very excited. This special chastity belt has a fairly large waist band and a band that between the Legs must be tightened firmly and painfully and then attached to the other side of the belt. A vibrator at the front is attached to this solid volume and an opening in the back, in which I wanted to put the enema in. The vibrator should beautify me during my bondage of the time.
Then I put on my knee -high, white leather boots. These boots are laced at the top and have 12.5cm high heels. That makes walking and even standing very difficult and limits your freedom to move so beautifully – which of course is the reason that I have already put it on! I looked at myself in the mirror that I had put in the middle of the room. And I liked what I saw – the contrast of the black leather on my bare skin to the white boots, and above all the feeling of being the one you see ..
In the left boot I had hidden a key close to the toes;Not only because this increased the pain in the already tight boots, but above all because it was the key to the big gag from my bridle, which I wanted to put on afterwards.
Without this key, it was impossible for me to remove the large and solid bridle from my head and mouth with the greatest effort. Then I put a leather chain around my two ankles and locked it, which means that the feet could be a maximum of 30 cm apart. This forced me to take very small steps in the heavy, high -heeled leather boots and the rubber lumps. The key to remove the foot chains was in the mailbox in front of the house.
As a result, I had to wait until it got dark before I could leave the house if I didn’t want to be seen when I ran in front of the house in the bright daylight, tied and tied up, just dressed with a firmly sitting rubber net and white,Highly light leather boots, plus painfully gagged in bridle … it would raise some questions.
Over time, I was so horny of the presentation of the following that almost the first orgasm earlier than expected would have come. Now I was ready to knug myself. I took this specially made for this purpose and placed it on my head.
Now I opened my mouth and brought the large, ball-shaped gag between my lips, attached the tape under my hair and then began to create the many other ligaments and straps of the humiliating bridle. The last one was the tape under my chin, which I attracted particularly firmly, so as not to be released without the key. After I had locked it, my mouth was very firm against the thick gag in my mouth. I was now in a constitution that I liked very much: firm and securely gagged! Everything that I could still produce were quiet, unclear sounds, and my mouth, my voice could no longer help me to escape this submissive condition.
When the last castle snapped, I knew that I was no longer able to remove the gag and the bridle from me or even move.
The key was in my left boot, and in turn I couldn’t take it off without the key to the foot clamps, and the key was in the mailbox in the garden in front of the house! Isn’t that wonderful?? I would have to spend all day long until late in the evening in the state in which I was currently. There was practically no faster solution to escape from the current situation. It was now time to bring the ice cubes to their place. The keys to my handcuffs were attached to a carefully measured band.
This was frozen in the ice, except for the one end of the band, which I now attached with a lot of effort and some pain to the ceiling. Only when the ice had melted would the key fall down and (hopefully) would swell on the cord where I could reach it with the tied hands. Then I did the same with another cord frozen in water and hung up at one end, with the other on a clip that would let the water led to the enema. If the ice had melted, the enema would start, and there would be no way to stop the water from flowing in my already glowing hot ass.
Now I was ready for the last preparations for my self-bonding adventure.
I put in my video recorder cassettes with 5 hours of my favorite S/M films to keep myself up for the next 6 hours and the intensity of the feelings. I set the timer so that the recorder after approx. 20 minutes would start after I would be completely unable to move. Now I filled the container for the enema with hot water.
I quickly mounted it on a frame and put the hose in it. The container was now 1.9m high, I hoped that this would be enough to enable the enema. Then I attached the clip to the outlet of the container. Everything was now firmly connected.
I made one last round through the house to ensure that everything was fine. I wanted to avoid all further surprises when I was bound. All doors were closed and my answering machine was ready to accept all calls.
The last steps! I was now in the place where I have to be able to take place during my following bondage. I had attached 2 hooks firmly on the floor, approx.
1.2m from each other. I now stood in between, took two ropes and attached each to one of the hooks, then I put one of the two ropes to my right ankle bondage, the other on the left. I put on the ropes so firmly that my legs were spread apart as far as the chain between them allowed. A wide and fixed necklace (approx.
7 cm wide), which I have now borne, forces me to keep my head straight. A 25cm long chain is attached to this necklace, as with a dog, only stronger, to which I attached my handcuffs with some padlocks. The key to the handcuffs was in the ice cube on the ceiling. The chain was so measured that I could only move my hands until the middle of my back, even with the greatest effort, so that I could never stop the enema by myself.
I did the heavy leather waistband from my chastity belt around my waist and pulled it very tightly before I pulled the buckle. Then I attached the straps around my legs very firmly. I put the thick vibrator in my already damp pussy and switched it on. Then I closed the chastity belt.
There was no way for me to open it without opening the key and switch off the vibrator or remove the enema.
The key to this was in the bathroom, and that for the bathroom was in the garage! If my hands were free, I would first have to go into the garage, still wearing the chastity belt, the running vibrator of my pussy, the stomach filled with water from the enema, my head in the slave stem and my mouth filled with the large ball -shapedGag. Attracted in high -heeled white leather boots, and the black rubber barbage that my breasts highlighted naked, plus the high rubber lumps, in which after 6 hours you sweat like insanely, your legs are still tied together with the ankle tie. The only thought of it made me tremble in great expectations. Except for a few smaller details, everything was fine so far.
I carefully attached the hose end of the water tank to the hole in my chastity belt, which directly in mine anus led, although I ensured that I would not be able to do anything about it, even as violent movement, even after the first or second orgasm.
With a deep breath I attached the clips to my breasts. They didn’t hurt yet! I attached a small weight to every clip. Every time my body moved, the clips pulled on my nipples and shouted an indescribable feeling. A few long leather gloves perfected my outfit.
Not only because they just looked good, but also because they difficult to exemption from the handcuffs with the key and I will have to concentrate very much on it. In order to prevent me from walking back and preventing the water from entering, I now fastened a hop exactly above me on the ceiling. I attached a band to it that reached the bridle up to a hook and clinked there. For me there is no other way to stand upright than to stand upright and not to move.
The moment of truth had come! I took my hands back, put them in the handcuffs, closed my eyes and then the handcuffs … I now had no way to change or even stop.
There was no back. I stood there, staring into this figure in the big mirror in front of me. I saw a young woman in rubber and high boots, tied up, helpless, helpless, with some gadgets on her tits and behind her a frame with a dangerously looking container full of water that led to her stomach. I felt the same way I looked.
Now tense up to the extreme, helplessly strolling around, crazy and feared in front of the approaching water, I could hardly move more than a few cm. The vibrator did his work in me and maintained my sex interest. Every movement of my body was transferred to the weights on my breasts;The large waist band from my chastity belt and the solid rubber “set my body together and that is in the high -heeled boots the pain that I wanted to endure lustfully. The only thing I forgot was to look at the clock before I was captivating.
It had become far later when I thought, and the melting of the ice cube could take a long time.
What would happen if it hadn’t melted by 10 p.m my girlfriend Discover me here in this state?! Probably I thought I was completely crazy, although I was not far from this thought at the moment. After a while the video recorder switched on and I tried to relax somewhat while the Bondage films were going, but it was quite difficult for me because of the vibrator ..
Even while the films were running, time passed very slowly. The muscles in my legs became weaker and weaker and my feet began to hurt. The gag seemed to be larger and larger, and my excitement grew over the expected water.
The longer it took, the more anxious I became. I started asking myself whether I had made a mistake, but it was too late anyway. I had enslaved perfectly without a escape route ..
If the weight dropped from the ceiling, I would still approx. Have 5 seconds until the water reached me.
I couldn’t see the weight, so the fall noise of the weight was the only warning that the ice on the cord had to be melted. Hours seemed to have passed since I closed my hands in the handcuffs behind me. In the middle of the fourth film I heard the weight falling. I now tried desperately to prevent the water from penetrating into my body, but I had mine Bondage Perfectly planned – I didn’t have the slightest chance of reaching my back entrance.
It was a strange feeling when the water started to flow. It moved in my intestine, warm, unstoppable, and filled my stomach more and more. The desire to go to the toilet grew, but my bondage stopped me from it, and the water continued and on. I had filled around half a liter of water into the container and thought it might have been too little – it was really more than enough! My assumption that I had made a mistake was now confirmed, but there was nothing that I could have done.
I had done it what I wanted: as planned, I added pain myself and a strange feeling while I was bound and I couldn’t stop it. On the other hand, the feeling in the stomach was exciting, or was it the pain that the enema had caused?The feeling that he had to endure everything helplessly and to have added myself;The combination of the enema and the vibrator, the chest clips, the whole bridle, which appears to be how to humiliate an animal, the tight corset and the chastity belt, the boots and the straps – there was everything my body could be given. The first wave of the orgasm hit me like a stone wall. Then came the second and the third – I was like in heaven.
Without the tape that connected my head with the ceiling that kept my body upright, I would have fallen over on the spot. I tried to breathe faster but couldn’t and I was sweating all over the body and above all under the rubber. Slowly I got air again, but with it also slight stomach cramps. Now, as always after a few orgasms, I had only one wish: to get out of my bonds and ligaments.
But a look at the ice cube told me that I had to wait a little more. Now the time seemed to stand still. The faster I wish that the ice should melt, the slower it melted it. My full stomach was more and more uncomfortable, and the feeling of having to go to the toilet was soon out of the question.
About half an hour and an orgasm later melted the ice and the key to the handcuffs hovered next to my hands.
I had to try about four times until I got the lock with my gloves. My hands were finally freed again. Then I immediately removed the bridle, which had already left very visible traces on my head, and then the wide necklace. I carefully removed the chest clips.
My tits were very sensitive because of the many attempts to free myself from the water in the water. Now I’m still freed from the leather gloves and was free. Except for the strands that captivated my legs on the floor and the hose, which connected my so stressed little asshole with the water tank. I removed the ligaments on my legs.
Then I took off the hose from the container and closed it with one of the clips, so that from the “cock”, which I dragged behind me, do not flow water ..
Now I was really free and could walk around. As far as possible with my filled and painful stomach, I now moved the sagging and falling asleep. But my stomach hurt so much that I couldn’t think of anything else than to quickly get the key in the garage to the bathroom in which the key to my chastity belt, which prevents me from switching off and pulling out of the vibrator. I went carefully to the back door and looked outside.
Walking was now difficult because my feet are very pain in the high -heeled boots, and the chain between my legs made it difficult to. The pain in my belly increased the problems. Nobody was behind the house, so I started my way to the garage.
At that moment I heard the neighbors who are her automobile Washes, chat with each other, what else they do extremely rarely. Wherever they stood they could easily see the way to the garage.
I could have risked it, to get there unnoticed, but that could just have been too embarrassing. They talked about where and how they washed their car and that they should have started early. That meant for me: continue to wait. I hoped it wouldn’t take too long anymore.
I went back into the house and lay down on a bed because I thought that would alleviate the pain., But it was not so. But it was also a very strange situation to have a trembling vibrator at the front and two liters of water in the back of me and to be locked in chained, high -heeled boots and not to get into your own bathroom.
I went outside again to see if nobody would watch my little walk anymore. Now the gag hurt so much that I just had to keep going. Fortunately, neighbors are now finished and said goodbye to each other.
Now I quickly took the key out of the garage, closed the bathroom and the belt. I had never pulled out my vibrator with such Hast and sat on the toilet. I was sitting on the toilet, with high leather boots that are connected by chain and which I cannot open without the key in the mailbox;With black rubber lumps and a rubber setting, from which my sweat flowed just so much, and the bridle and the gag. I was sitting for some time until I felt better.
After I had recovered something, I started wiping off.
My feet and ankles hurt because they were still caught in the boots and ribbons. As long as it was light, I couldn’t take my bridle on the street and the key to the boots was in the mailbox. The one to the bridle was in the boots between my toes. After an hour it was finally dark enough.
I ventured outside and opened the mailbox. When I removed the gag and the boots as well as the stockings and the stockings and the corset, I have never felt so comfortable, standing naked in the apartment, and after a very hard -working but wonderful day.
But I know one thing very well: I will never try an enema again in life! I really hated it, but it made the helplessness in the bonds really very realistic.
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