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A Minimum of 12 Hours

By Collector2

Hi Metal, I would like to get some feedback / ideas from yourself and your readers about a predicament I find myself in.

Just to give you some background first.  I am a switch.  I love to bottom for heavy bondage but rarely get a chance here.  Most of the time when I do get to play I am top as I know way more about it than any of the other guys that are around here.  I also don’t believe in doing something to someone else that I haven’t experienced first myself so that I know the feelings and the limits.  This philosophy has stood me in good stead so far.

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Be Careful What You Wish For

By Aqualaguy

After I’d written my story “Conversion”, which was a fantasy piece where I was transformed from a human into a human urinal by S c o t t  C a a n and a number of other anonymous men in wetsuits, I was approached by a loyal reader of the Metalbond blog. (He has requested that I keep him anonymous, so I will respect that.  You will understand why by the time you reach the end of this story. For literary purposes, I will simply call him KH.)

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Unfreedom Day — a true adventure by Marknorth

Hey guys, Marknorth is spending Independence Day with a chain collar locked on. It’s not the tightest of collars, but you gotta give the guy credit for trying. He also sent a true-life self-bondage story, which is below the picture.

Marknorth July 4 lockup

 

Unfreedom Day

By Marknorth

Dear Metal,

I spent the night before Independence Day in a chain collar. It reminded me of the loss of freedom.

Several weeks ago I had a weekend with no obligations or plans, so I decided to use the time to do a self-bondage lock-down in my cell.

Put in the usual supply of water and protein shakes – and straws.

Let my dick choose the length of time to be locked away – 18 hours.

Utilized the typical set-up; padded hood, leather cuffs (ankle and wrist), leather collar (2” fetters), all locked and linked by heavy chains. Secured a chain from the ankles to the I-bolt, making escape from the cell impossible, without using the “fail safe” key. No cock-lock, just an under armour jock and cup.

I decided to wear racing leathers and boots to complete the experience.  Love the way the leathers fit – tight in all the right places.

Was in the cell and had everything locked on by 6:00 pm Friday night – having forgone dinner to avoid a call from nature.

No escape until the keys dropped from the mag-lock at around noon on Saturday.

My hard-on usually doesn’t dissipate for several hours after the initial lock-down; so the struggle within the hard-cup adds some discomfort – although not as much as a chastity cage.

It didn’t take long to start to heat up inside the hood and leathers, but that was to be expected.

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Since there is no way to mark time, it is hard to tell exactly when it starts to become uncomfortable and the “real” lock-up begins as the initial “buzz” wears off; but that is the point, after all – it’s not bondage until you want out.

This was the first time that I had worn the leathers for a lock-up of more than a few hours, and it was apparent that they were going to add a level of discomfort that was unexpected – especially the increase in body heat.

Also found out that getting to my dick to piss was a serious amount of work – the zipper on the leathers doesn’t extend quite far enough to allow for moving the hard cup out of the way easily.

So every time I had to piss was a frustrating struggle. Didn’t test that part out ahead of time – an error on my part, as I usually consider all the possibilities and test them out before locking things in place. This time, though, it didn’t seem like it would be an issue ahead of time.

So, time passed, the level of discomfort increased making it hard to sleep. I know I dozed off but not for long periods.

Of course, as the discomfort builds, so does the frustration of not being able to get free.

It soon became a series of attempts to find a way to get more comfortable – pacing, kneeling, sitting, laying down on the cot trying to sleep.  Nothing was working and the frustration continued to build.

For the first time in a long time the thought of having to use the “fail safe” kept coming to the forefront.

I love the leathers, love the hood, and love being locked up – but for some reason the combination that night was making me overly miserable – and I wasn’t sure that I could make it for the duration.

As more time passed it became apparent to me that I needed to get out and get relief.

Eventually I caved in. My “fail safe” key is kept in a large plastic juice bottle that is filled with motor oil. The opening is too small to stick my hand in, so it needs to be poured out to get to the key. That creates an unbelievable mess on the floor!  But my frustration overcame what I knew would be a long and tedious clean-up.

I dumped the oil out and got the key – regretting that step already.

That key opens the lock box with the necessary keys to remove the restraints.

Once I had the locks off and removed the restraints and hood – and the leathers and boots, I left the cell (frustrated at the mess and for failing to make the full 18 hours).

I almost screamed when I looked at the clock – it was 10:50 am – I would have only made it a little over an hour more before I would have been freed!!

Now I was really pissed at myself – such a fucking wuss!!!

Cleaning up the oil took over an hour – and it stained the concrete on the cell floor.

The mess confirmed the “price” for using the “fail safe” – it’s there for an emergency – it worked as needed and verified that I would always be able to get out of the restraints quickly should that emergency arise (something that I have never had to test before).

Lesson learned – man-up and tough it out – I’ve done it many times before.  I’m going to do it many times more.

I’ll be punishing myself with a longer lock up with the same set-up in near the future.

Thought you might get a kick out of that episode – I wasn’t going to share it with you because is somewhat embarrassing.  Was the first time that I wimped out in a self-lock-up and I have spent so much more time locked up under those circumstances.

Your continued prisoner,

Mark

Metal would like to thank Marknorth for the account above.

Reader contribution: londonslv in self-bondage and chastity

Check out the pictures and information from londonslv:

londonslv in self-bondage and chastityDear Metal,

Here are pics and a description of a self-bondage session I had a while ago. The chastity itself was a russian-roulette game I sometimes play to lock myself up, as I’m still in search of a local key holder to control access to my cock.

To start the session, I assembled everything I’d need on the floor. The padlocks were checked working, then the keys placed on a high shelf, where I wouldn’t be able to reach them until the end of the session.

londonslv in self-bondage and chastityPrior to the session, I’d edged myself for a couple of hours, before locking my cock in its prison. The key to the CB went into my safe. The combination of which is in a text file on my PC. (It’s 8 digits, and I set it a long while ago so I would forget the combination).

So, having assembled everything I needed, I put padlocks through the top eyelets in my boots – they’re not coming off until the end of the session.

Next, I put on and padlock my Mr S Leather muzzle. It’s quite a trip. As you can see, I have padlocked the self-bondage lock (from MEO) to the collar of the muzzle. Padlocked to the end that releases is a chain, and the handcuff key. The handcuffs are padlocked to the other end of the chain, so I can never “lose” the key, even if it tries to bounce away when it lands.

Now I’m almost ready, I start the “russian-roulette” part for my chastity. Using the timelock software, I set it up to encrypt the file containing the safe combination for a random time up to 4 weeks with a bias on the longer side, but with a hidden timer so I can’t see how long is left to run. I don’t start the encryption however. I have a gaming keyboard with 16 macro buttons, so I’ve programmed each of these to start the timelock software running, after various delays from 5 minutes to 1 hour.

I push a macro button at random, then complete the self-bondage. My hands are now cuffed, with each cuff also going through the loops of the DM boots.

Now I’m trapped, horny, desperate to cum thanks to the edging earlier. Having to wait while the self-bondage lock melts, dripping cold water onto me. It usually releases after about 45 minutes, depending on ambient temperature.

londonslv in self-bondage and chastity 4So while I’m in bondage, I can only wait, wondering which macro I pushed, whether I’d get free before timelock starts, sentencing me to up to 4 weeks in chastity, and having to watch the PC do this to me while I’m helpless to stop it. (The PC base unit and keyboard and power switches are out of my reach).

The last picture shows me a little later on, the ice lock can be seen to have melted somewhat.

This was quite a fun session, and ended up with my cock horny, frustrated, and locked for about 5 weeks. (In two of the macros, I had programmed a couple of booby-traps – one would start the timer, then add 1 week, the other would add 2 weeks!)

—londonslv

You can find londonslv on Recon

Self-bondage game with a large padlock and key in the mail

Hey guy’s it’s Friday night and check out what MarkNorth just did!

 

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Marknorth writes:

Dear Metal:

I put my fate into the hands of the US Post Office tonight!

I have some work that I need to get done away from the office (plenty for Friday and Monday), so I did the deed and dropped the key in the mail to myself and snapped a lock and chain on tonight.

I dropped the key in after the last pick-up time today, so it will not go out until tomorrow evening. If all goes well, the key will be back in my box Monday – but I won’t be able to “sneak in” and get it until early evening, to avoid the possibility of being seen with this ridiculously large and heavy chain on my neck!

I’m attaching a set of pics for your amusement.

This will be the first time I have done something like this on my own, where the key is completely out of my possession. Even in extended self-bondage scenes the key has always been in my house, even if inaccessible for periods of time! Now it’s totally out of reach.

Well, we’ll see how this goes – I was nervous, but hard as hell, as I released the envelope into the mailbox on my way home from work tonight!

Mark

At least (hopefully most) 4 days’ worth of this thing around my neck …

 

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Long-distance 48-hour lockup

MarklnorthLong-distance 48-hour lockup

An illustrated adventure by Marknorth

A blogger buddy and I have been emailing for a long time (and a few phone calls) – and we discussed the idea of some long-distance lock-ups and were finally able to make it happen. About a week and a half ago he mailed me a box that I was not to open until he told me to.  The plan was to hook up on live video (yahoo messenger) and take it from there.

We set last Friday as the date and he sent me an email beforehand telling me that he wanted me in my orange prisoner uniform, black boots, leather ankle cuffs (locked on and with a short chain locked between them) when I logged on.  At that time I would open the box and see where it went from there.

As I was getting ready, I was excited and nervous – I had no idea what was in the box – it wasn’t very big, but it was heavy.  I was thinking some heavy handcuffs or something.

When we logged in, it was a one way video chat.  I could hear him, but not see him (on purpose – he wanted me to be under surveillance, not being able to see my captor).

He made me show him that I was dressed as directed and that the ankle cuffs were locked on.  Once he was satisfied, he told me to open the box – I had to do it so he could see that it had not already been opened.

It was a heavy, short chain and a large brass combination lock (4 digits).  He ordered me to place the chain around my neck and set the links so that it was tight (no way to pull it up over my head) – then he ordered me to close the lock.  I did it immediately – really without thinking – and I was fucked.  It was a heavy chain and lock – would have been a bitch to cut off.  And I just locked it on myself without the combination – by a guy that I really didn’t know and who was a thousand miles away!

I was locked up in the chain at about 8:30 pm on Friday.

He gave me a set of tasks that I had to complete to earn the digits to the combination.  Each successful task would earn one digit.  I needed to be free by the end of Sunday so I was really worried that I wouldn’t get them done – or that he would fuck me over and not give me the combo.

At first I thought it wouldn’t be that bad – but I was wrong.  I thought that I would be able to just unlock the chain between the ankle cuffs – but he had thought of that.  Randomly throughout the entire weekend he did “cell checks.”  I received an email from him with orders to write something on a piece of paper, take a pic showing the ankle restraints and chain, and email it to him within 10 minutes.  Sounds like a lot of time, but it isn’t – especially if you don’t catch the email right away.  I was basically chained to my computer the whole weekend.  If I didn’t get the pic to him in time – additional time would be added to the collar being locked-on or I was given some other punishment.

MarklnorthMarklnorthThe damn chain was really heavy and started to make my neck sore early Saturday.  By Sunday morning it really was starting to hurt.  I was scared by late Saturday that he had some worse crap in mind, so I offered to accept something more restrictive so that I would ensure that he would give me the combo on Sunday night.  Of course he took me up on that – and added locking wrist restraints, locked to the collar chain by another short chain.  The added weight and movement of my arms made the collar even worse.

MarklnorthMarklnorthBy noon on Sunday I had earned the combination – although I wasn’t going to get it emailed until later – which I already knew.  He gave me reprieve from the rest of the restraints at 2:00 – the collar still locked on.  BUT the final set of instructions came regarding the release.

I had to go out in public and take my picture – with the collar and padlock visible – at a landmark in town.  It is a small town – so I was scared shitless that I would be seen.  I did it in front of the post office sign, but had to scramble back in my truck twice as people stopped to get their mail (the PO boxes are accessible 24/7).

Marklnorth

Finally I got the pics to him and he was satisfied.  I got the combination at the 48-hour point and was able to remove the damn collar.  My neck was sore for several days – but my dick is still hard.

What a ride!  I can’t believe that I did that to myself – I was truly imprisoned in my house and to the computer.  It was, however, exhilarating.

Metal would like to thank Marknorth for sharing this latest adventure!

Metalbond’s Chastity Challenge

Locked Into Spiked Hell For Hours

A true story of painful chastity

By Chuck

Chastity has always been fascinating to me. To have your sexual pleasure taken away from you, while having all other bodily functions available, seems like a dream come true to this versatile sub. But finding or making a device to do this, and also to offer a level of discomfort or even pain at the same time, makes an even more interesting proposition.

I’ve had a CB 3000, a Meo 9000, a metal cock cage, and a locking leather jockstrap-like device (bought used, from Worn Out West in The Castro). I’ve even built a system that uses a metal MMA protective cup (I’ll be submitting that story here soon), and all of these have had painful pleasures on me for one reason or another.

The little beastie. Kind of reminds me of a shark’s mouth.

 

And sometimes I like to see how much pain I can control, so when Metalbond offered a Punisher if a subject could keep it on for 29 hours, I jumped at the chance to try it. I had never been in a soft chastity device, much less one with spikes (though my CB 3000 had the Points Of Intrigue), so I really wanted to give it a go.

It seems The Punisher was designed with two things in mind: First, to deprive the wearer of any orgasms or even hand contact with ye olde penis. Second, to inflict about as much pain as possible without causing any open wounds. I have to say that it succeeded quite well at both.

I was surprised when I was picked to wear the Punisher, but gladly accepted the challenge. Metalbond provided a link to the Official U.S. Time Clock that I could use to stand in front of and take pictures, to prove when I was locked up. That clock is set on the Eastern Time Zone; I’m in the Central Zone.

As soon as the Punisher arrived, I tried it on to make sure I had it right. I didn’t want to put it on, click the lock shut, then realize I had screwed something up. A little advice for future Punisher wearers; if you have a little bit of a hard-on, you can slip into it easier than being totally soft. A little amount of lube or lotion helps too.

 

Let the time begin!

 

So at Noon, Eastern Standard Time, on Sunday, January 23, 2011, I put the Punisher on as practiced, and snapped the numbered plastic lock into place. Good old lock number 580571. Nice, it sounded like a real convict’s number. No turning back now, I said to myself. Almost immediately, I felt the spikes trying to poke holes into my most private and prized of possessions.

After two hours in the Punisher, my nuts were burning. The lower restraint strap had done its work well, separating and pushing both testicles away from each other. My sack was stretching, had turned red, but there was nothing I could do about that now, except to grin and tough it out.

Three hours into this, I noticed my left leg was wet. I dropped my sweatpants, and found a stream of precum had settled in the thigh area. The sticky goo was somehow pleasant, and it reminded me how much I love chastity play!

Of course, it didn’t help on Sunday night that my friends over at SeriousImages / SeriousMaleBondage were doing a webcast, strapping my bud Mikey up for a couple of hours. I watched Mikey and Daddy Tony have a great time, along with a little help from others there. Let’s just say that I couldn’t watch for long, as the Punisher became very small and the spikes became very sharp(er).

About 9 hours in … so far, so good!

 

I went to bed at about midnight, and slept well for three to four hours. Then the lower nut sack burning started. I’ve had this trouble with other devices, so I guess I’m just over-sensitive in that area. Applying a good lotion stops the burning for a while, but during this night, relief came only for about an hour at a time. I would just get to sleep, then wake up in excrutiating pain, and would have to apply the lotion again.

4:35 in the morning, my time. I can’t sleep, it’s hurting so bad.

 

These were the times when I really thought about calling it quits. But I was already more than halfway through the 29 hours, and I knew if I could just last until I got up, I’d be OK. For whatever reason, the devices don’t burn me in the daytime; standing and moving around is OK. It’s just after I sit or lay down for a few hours, do they start burning me.

I’ve tried every lotion I know, I’ve tried Vaseline, and even placing a cloth between my nuts and a device… nothing works for long. The area gets very warm and starts burning. Does anybody have a fix for this? If so, I’ll gladly submit to permanent chastity, most likely by my Dom who has me both collared and permanently marked, Yossie.

 

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At the 24-hour mark!

 

At 29 hours. Mission Accomplished! …or is it?

 

 At 8 O’clock (EST) on the second night.

 

After the 29-hour minimum had passed, I wanted to see how far I could go. 36 hours was the next goal, as I would have been able to take it off right before bed. However, after 32 hours passed, the spikes had done their job so well that it was time for freedom. I had reached my limit, had met the challenge, even earned some bragging rights… but now I had to break free.

 

Oh, the pain… the pain.

 

 This image might look a bit gross at first, but the residue is from the lotions I used to try to relieve the burning. And yes, it did smell pretty rank after 32 hours of confinement. The red marks, impressions, indentations, and irritated ball sack speak for themselves.

The only complaint I have about the device is that the locking hole was not large enough to allow a tiny Master lock to fit into. A small, other-brand lock would fit, but not with the numbered plastic lock also inserted. I had wanted a keyed lock as a reinforcement to keep me in the Punisher all night, but I didn’t want to drill into a device that I had not yet earned.

 

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Now it’s January 26, 2011, two days after the 32-hour ordeal. I’m back in the Punisher, this time with one of my smallest locks on, but with the key about a half mile away, back in my play cabin. And that’s a long walk back there, especially in 36-degree weather.

 

 

  I’m not sure how long I’ll have it on this time… we’ll just have to see.

 

Metal would like to thank Chuck for the pictures and the report.

And extra special thanks to Marknorth and JT for making Chuck’s torment possible!

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