Putting Herself In Strict Bondage
I don’t post much self-bondage stuff here because (a) it’s not part of my fantasy life and (b) people making mistakes with self-bondage so frequently wind up dead or on the news after being rescued by emergency response personnel. But these paragraphs are from the early pages of a fiction book called A Matter Of Possession by G. C. Scott. Our heroine is obsessed by bondage, but hasn’t yet met someone who will play that way with her (although that’s soon to change):
The time lock was her way of making herself helpless for a set period of time. It was simply a steel strong box that locked with a timer rather than with a key. Whenever she wanted to simulate as closely as possible the conditions of a real captive, Barbara set the timer and then locked the key to her chains inside the box, knowing that she couldn’t open it again until the set time had elapsed. There was always a dropping sensation of excitement in her stomach as she closed the box and then locked the chains on herself. A moment like the one sky-divers described as they propelled themselves out the door and into the sky. Committed. Irrevocable. What if the timer malfunctioned, stopped before it unlocked the box? She would be unable to escape without help – which she was extremely unwilling to summon, involving as it would the unwelcome attention of strangers, the police and fire brigade at a minimum. The neighbours would probably get a glimpse of her bizarre amusements as well. Not good.
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Barbara sat on the sofa as she had done in her dream of the previous night. With the thin nylon cord she bound her ankles together, pulling the ropes as tight as she could and tying a square knot in the ends. She had learned that this knot was least likely to slip. She repeated the process on her knees. The ropes couldn’t slip down past the swell of her calves. Finally she bound her thighs together midway above her knees, pulling the cords especially tight so that they indented her flesh and could not slip down her legs. If she did a sloppy job here, the experience wouldn’t be as satisfying. It was important for her to immobilise herself and for nothing to slip loose. When she was satisfied, Barbara used another piece of the thin cord to tether herself to the coffee table by her ankles. She would be able to sit on the sofa or wriggle down to sit on the floor in front of it, but otherwise her movements would be severely restricted. She knew she could drag the table across the floor by hunching herself along, but there was no place for her to go if she did that. Sometimes she did it anyway, imagining herself being forced by her dark captor to move in that fashion for his gratification; he liked to see helpless women struggling to perform the pointless tasks he set for them after he had bound them.
For her gag Barbara used a ball of discarded tights which she first twisted into a scarf. She stuffed the ball into her mouth, distending her cheeks and trapping her tongue so that she couldn’t speak. She used the scarf to hold the ball inside her mouth, knotting it tightly behind her head. Next came the ear plugs, the ordinary foam rubber cylinders used by mechanics and others who work in noisy places. The street sounds receded, allowing her to imagine that she was being held in a place far away from help and other people.
Barbara buckled a narrow leather belt around her waist. From a stainless steel D-ring at the front a short length of chrome-plated chain dangled. Her handcuffs were linked to this chain by a ring of welded steel that passed around the short chain between the cuffs. She wormed the cuffs between her thighs and up behind her back and settled the chain in her central groove, enjoying the feel of it in the sensitive areas of her crotch. Then quite suddenly it was time for the final preparations and the securing of the key. How long did she want to remain helpless? The question should have been how long did her captor want to keep her prisoner, but she was on her own.
Barbara had decided she would spend the night in bondage. She reached for the small, heavy box on the coffee table and set the digital timer for 9:00 a.m. She usually woke (and got up) long before that hour, even on days when she didn’t have to go anywhere. She knew that she would wake up at her usual time and feel the tug of habit to be up and doing. But that would be countered by the tug of her ropes and handcuffs. She would have to lie awake and in bondage until the time lock allowed her to retrieve the keys. She dropped the key into the box and closed it. There was a decisive click as the lock engaged, and the key was out of reach until the next morning.
Barbara used strips of surgical tape to hold her eyelids shut. Then she groped in the dark, bringing her hands behind her back and fumbling the cuffs around her wrists. One at a time she locked them, feeling a pleasant sinking sensation in her stomach and crotch as they closed with distinct heavy snaps. Now she was helpless until release time. She shifted herself on the sofa, trying to find the most comfortable position. With her hands behind her back she wouldn’t be able to sit back against the cushions or lie on her back. Nor would she be able to lie on her side for very long because her weight would cut off the circulation to the arm that lay beneath her. As she shifted Barbara felt the dildoes moving inside her, bringing a pleasant warm flush to her whole body. The chain that ran between her legs tightened against her crotch as she moved her hands. The short chain didn’t allow her much freedom of movement. She had measured and experimented carefully to achieve that result.
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I agree with the second point you make about self bondage. Part of my business is publishing bondage books, most of which are true stories of people’s S/M sex life. One of the authors whose work I publish is a woman who ties herself up and tortures herself, then writes about what she does to herself and the fantasy she is enacting. She freely admits that she has ended up in hospital several times and has nearly died on one occasion. However what really frightens me when I proofread her books is the seriousness of some of the things she does that she thinks is safe. A lot are not, and she is fooling herself into doing some really dangerous and stupid things.
Self-bondage CAN be done safely…though I do not disagree that it often isn’t. My interest in actually DOING it is minimal, but I know a few people that do. The critical thing: have someone as an emergency rescuer! They don’t have to know they are (just ask my wife…), but have someone!