By Marknorth

Well, I decided to do it. Had the weekend free, so it was time to lock myself in. After all, I had “suffered” through a 24-hour session at the hands of a buddy. So why not do it again?

As I mentioned in a previous post, the need for self-bondage to be “real” and inescapable has driven me to develop an electronic “key holder” that ensures that I will be unable to escape for the duration.

 

NOTE from Metalbond: As exciting as it may be, it is NEVER a good idea to tie yourself up in any sort of restraints without safety mechanisms in place. (See longer note below)

 

I decided that I would start at 8:00 pm on Friday and set everything for another 24-hour session — this time entirely self-inflicted. I also decided that I would add a few elements to make it more interesting. As I also mentioned previously, “inescapable” self-bondage is not for everyone. There are inherent risks that add to the excitement for me — risks that I am willing to accept.

I wanted to set it up so that there would be varying levels of bondage involved. Starting out more intense and ramping down a bit as time went on. I had been thinking about it all week and came up with the following:

After laying everything out in the basement that I would need — and locking away anything and everything that would aid in an “escape” — I set the electronic timer for 24 hours and got to work. As in the previous session I had decided on the one-piece racing leathers and leather restraints. I love the feel and smell of the leather and how form fitting it is, so I was naked under the suit — except for a padded groin protector (used for martial arts). Padded wrist and ankle restraints were locked on. I locked the ankle restraints tightly together to allow only a shuffling walk. I attached a short length of chain to the ankle lock to connect up to my wrists — this would be locked on later and would hold my wrists at waist level. I set aside several extra locks and lengths of chain on the cot that I would be able to rest on later and had already placed several bottles of water and a straw.

Now for the “dangerous” part. The first “rounds” of bondage would see me locked to a support post to limit my movement and a another little “treat.” I have several restraints  (available at Mr S); when filled and frozen they take about 2 hours to open. I set it up so that an ice-lock would connect my wrists to a ceiling joist by a short length of chain. I locked the ice lock to the chain hanging from the joist. I had also frozen a key in a half-filled 5 gallon bucket — this key would only unlock the padlock I was going to use to secure my ankle chain to the post.

I pulled on and laced tightly my favorite leather hood — a puffy hood from Mr S Leathers — this one has only nose holes and a small mouth grommet. As I snapped the padlock on the locking collar shut, I knew that I wasn’t going to see light again for 24 long hours — my dick gets so damn hard after I lock on a hood! I made sure the five-gallon bucket was well within reach (one last double check) and locked the ankle chain to the post. I reached up and eventually found the hanging chain with the ice lock and locked the short chain between the wrist restraints to it. There I stood. My dick was throbbing. I was stuck in this position for at least a couple of hours. I immediately started to panic. What the hell did I just do? I started to struggle, but only succeeded in confirming that I wasn’t going anywhere — that made it worse. Damnit, you are an idiot this time! I realized that I had to calm down and eventually did — the ice would melt and the lock would open and I would be OK. The drops of cold water hitting my hands proved that the ice was melting. Besides my dick had stayed hard the whole time — this is what I was after (wasn’t it ? )  — all I could think of was that I did this to myself. My arms started to ache long before the lock released and those couple of hours passed agonizingly slow. By the time the lock did release my shoulders were killing me. The relief was extraordinary and my dick got hard just thinking about what I had just done.

I sat on the floor with my back against the post waiting for the water in the bucket to thaw. Now that my hands were free I was free to play with myself — rubbing hard on my crotch kept my dick hard inside the groin protector. I kept bringing myself right to the edge and then backing off. If I came now, I knew the frustration of being stuck for many more hours would be huge. Note to self — water in a half-full five-gallon bucket doesn’t thaw quickly. Although I have no idea how long it actually took to thaw enough to get at the key, it had to be over four or five hours. By the time I was able to get the key and unlock the chain from the post I had to piss so bad I couldn’t stand it. In fact, I had thought about pissing in the bucket — might have helped thaw the ice!

I shuffled to the bathroom. Had to go so damn bad, but my dick was still hard — makes for an interesting time! I shuffled around to the cot and tried to drink some water — the straw would not fit through the grommet in the hood. This was poor planning and a major potential problem. Round two of “what the hell were you thinking?” After some struggling, however, I was able to “crinkle” the end of the straw enough to force it through the grommet and drink — this was more than a relief. 24 hours without food is one thing — no water is quite another — especially when sweating inside a leather cocoon!

I locked the length of chain that I had set aside to the D-ring on the collar and locked it and the ankle chain to the short chain between the wrist restraints. This limited the movement of my hands even more than I had done in the past. With just enough movement to unzip the suit and wiggle the groin cup out of the way to piss. The added frustration this provides always makes me harder! Now for the long wait for the electronic lock to release the keys to freedom.

Slowly even the most comfortable hood becomes less comfortable and given nothing else to do but listen to your own breathing you begin to notice. Again, never one to do things halfway, I made sure the hood was laced as tightly as possible. As the discomfort grows, though, so does the intensity of my hard-on. The smell of the leather, the feel of the leather against my sweaty skin, and the enveloping darkness all take me to that head space that is the reason I love bondage.

I dozed, I shuffled around, I must have slept — startled awake and panicking at first until I remembered where I was and what I did to myself. I played with myself — always edging — until I couldn’t stand it anymore and finished it off. Then after some time I started in on myself again and eventually came again. When I heard the keys drop, I was almost disappointed and I stayed locked up for a while longer. By the time I let myself out it was 11:30 Saturday night. Almost 27 and a half hours in bondage! After I was released from the ice lock and my arms were not held over my head the time seemed to pass too quickly. Sure, I was hungry, my neck was sore from the collar, I had a headache, and my arms ached — but I was still buzzing from the experience! So much so that I jacked off again before I went to bed.

I wonder if I could make it for 48 hours (would need some food for that one)? I am already trying to think of some new ways to add to future “ordeals” — any suggestions?

Play safer than I do!

 

 

IMPORTANT NOTE FROM METALBOND:

As exciting as it may be, it is NEVER a good idea to tie yourself up in any sort of restraints without safety mechanisms in place. You have to have a PLAN in case the house catches on fire, the timer fails or the key falls out of reach. That means you ALWAYS let a trusted friend know what you are doing so he can check on you later if he does not hear from you by a specified time.

My general rule of thumb, for solo bondage play, is that it is OK to be locked IN something but never TO something.

The author of the narrative below was locked TO something, but he assures me that he did, in fact, have safety mechanisms in place to free himself in case of an unforeseen emergency. These safety precautions, however, are not included in the story itself. So, read this and beat off to it, but remember: do NOT attempt anything like this on your own unless you LEAVE YOURSELF AN OUT.

And even more importantly, NEVER do breath control play alone … NEVER, EVER.