## Won't Do THAT Again! -or- How to Make Snobound Cry

Post by snobound » Sun Jan 09, 2011 3:17 pm

Won't Do THAT Again! -or- How to Make Snobound Cry
The session referenced in this story's title happened last night, and I'm hoping to avoid a repeat... Here's a picture of the offending ice lock, in case you didn't see it in my pics thread.
DSC03022.JPG
There's been a dearth of TUG buddies willing to satisfy my needs as of late, and I've resorted to a lot of self bondage in the past month or so. The ice locks that I posted photos of were a self-indulgent holiday gift to myself; their cost justified by the fact that my two regular TUG buddies would soon become scarce due to circumstances beyond their control.
Yes, the locks were a bit of an extravagant purchase, but think about what you'd pay for the ability to render yourself helpless at will... I couldn't wait to try them. I played around with a hogtie first, using the lock to join up a pair of handcuffs and leg irons. I had also belted my legs; both above and below my knees. I had also wrapped a longer buckling strap around my chest and upper arms. Of course, I also wore my muzzle head harness. Cold drops of water splashed on my back, buttocks, and legs as I thrashed around for a good hour and a half before the lock's central plunger released from the outer cylinder. My warm hands had sped up the melting of the lock's ice by a half hour or so.
While the lock used in the hogtie was busy re-freezing, I was already playing around with the second. A chain was secured to each of the four legs of my bed frame; their free ends left piled at the corners of the bed. Nice and simple- especially since I hoped to catch a few Zs after the initial moments of excitement wore off a bit. I locked the ankle restraints to their chains first, as close to the edge of the bed as possible.
Before going further, it was necessary to prepare the ice lock. There are steel rings welded to either end of the lock's cylinder. I secured the ring at one end of the ice lock to the D-ring of my RIGHT wrist restraint with a padlock. Then I locked my LEFT restraint to the waiting chain at the bed's upper left corner; as close to the edge of the bed as my reach would allow.
Oh.... almost forgot. Maybe it's TMI, but I had bound up my junk with nylon cording, which was then fed through a ring mounted to an overhead beam. After tending to my ankles, I had tied the slack end back to the wrappings already imprisoning my cock. I laid back to test out the effectiveness of my estimation skills. They were dead-on, as it turns out! When lying on my back, enough upward tension was put on my cock and balls to make my usual habit of bound thrashing even more "exhilarating".
So... back to my wrist restraints! With both the ice lock and a traditional padlock clutched within my right hand, I stretched myself into as severe a spread eagled position as one can manage without the assistance of a medieval rack. My heart pumped with adrenaline as I manipulated the padlock's shackle through both the ice lock's second ring and the furthest link of the chain that my flailing fingers could catch. Click! Helpless...
Drenched in sweat, I thrashed until granted a hard-fought release courtesy of the friction of the harness tied around my cock and balls. For another glorious hour I fought against my self imposed bondage. Needless to say, I didn't catch any Zs!
Which brings me to the title of this recounting of my self bondage exploits... "Won't Do THAT Again!" Honestly... I wont. Tie myself up? Use the ice locks? HELL NO! I won't, however, lock my arms behind my back in a pseudo-strappado position without having an emergency avenue of escape! Here's what I did...
I've got a bunch of gym equipment that I utilize for bondage purposes almost as often as they are put to their intended use. I chose my adjustable bench for this day's session. Here's a picture:
DSC03028.JPG
Its backrest was positioned exactly as in the photo above. I wrapped the chain of my Clejuso leg irons around the upright at the bench's left side, then locked the cuffs around my ankles. I then bound my legs to the bench in a number of locations; beginning just above the leg irons, then below and above my bent knees, as well as around my thighs. I laid back against the pad, securing my lower torso to the bench with two belts; one around my waist, and the other just below my pecs.
My two eighty-inch straps were left. These were passed over opposite shoulders, creating an X across my chest before being buckled securely. Next came my muzzle... was there ever a question?! The shortest of my Mr. S bondage straps went around both the backrest and my neck. Comfy...
I reached out to the top surface of the trunk beside the bench, on top of which sat the prepared ice lock and a couple of regular brass padlocks. Having already donned my wrist restraints, complete with tiny padlocks dangling from the double locking buckles on each, I seized a hold of the necessary hardware. I locked one end of the ice lock to my left wrist restraint. With the second padlock held within my right fist, I braced my arms behind my back- BELOW the lower framework at the base of the bench. I felt nothing but bliss as the second padlock was clicked shut, though this lasted mere minutes.
I've lifted weights since my early teens, and I'm not nearly as flexible as I might be otherwise. Usually, my arms can be tied behind my back for hours with little discomfort. This time, however, my arms weren't merely tied behind me. Having secured the restraints below the bar, my arms were forced to arc away from my torso so that a distance of about sixteen inches separated my back from where I had positioned my locked wrists.
It began as a twinge of discomfort.... in my right shoulder- the one with the old rotator injury. This twinge grew into an ache. No problem, I thought. I'm no pansy. I'll just tough it out!
After a mere ten minutes, the ache had spread to my left shoulder.... and my right was beginning to throb! For a solid half hour, I winced through the growing pain, knowing damn well that the ice lock was nowhere near ready to release. In fact, I forced myself to face the realization that I would need to endure another hour of this torture- at a minimum. I made feeble attempts to shift my arms to either side in order to stimulate blood flow and keep the muscles working. A mere five minutes without this constant repositioning and I'd begin to groan in agony.
I began testing the rest of my bonds in an effort to take my mind off the searing pain; now spreading from each shoulder down through my biceps and forearms. The creaking of the leather was damn hot, though mere arousal was insufficient to cut through the growing ache brought about by this strappado-like positioning of my bound arms.
Rational though was beginning to give way to panic after an hour of this torture. I repeatedly slammed the ice lock against the steel framework of the bench, hoping in vain that it would shatter the ice within. My wrists were held securely along either side of the bench's central support, preventing me from even speeding up the melting process with my warm fingers. Adding insult to injury was the unfortunate fact that I was in my basement- not within the toasty warmth of the wood stove upstairs.
Wild, all-out pulling with my racked arms MIGHT have caused the lock to release a bit sooner, though this was a moot point, as they had begun to go numb from a lack of blood flow. Numb, but still awash in searing pain.... how is that even possible!? Tears streaked down my face, and I whimpered beneath the tight muzzle. This is what happens when a guy thinks with the WRONG head!
Finally- two hours and twelve minutes in- I was granted respite. I screamed in muffled agony as the plunger slid from the cylinder, allowing my arms to hang outward at each side. I couldn't even lift them. Ten tearful minutes passed before I was able to slowly inch my throbbing arms onto my chest, and another twenty ticked by before I had regained enough muscle control to begin untying myself.
What an utter nightmare. By far, my most trying bondage experience. My shoulders still ache twenty-four hours later. Am I certifiably nuts if I tie myself up again tonight?
You do not have the required permissions to view the files attached to this post.
Try out the TUGs chat! http://chat.mibbit.com/#tugsnet

### Re: Won't Do THAT Again! -or- How to Make Snobound Cry

Post by Jason Toddman » Sun Jan 09, 2011 10:58 pm

> snobound wrote: Am I certifiably nuts if I tie myself up again tonight?

Yes! Though you're probably already tied up by the time I write this. Oh well.
I used to do the self-ties route; until one time I bound myself too damned well with handcuffs and had to wreck my bed's headboard to free myself (luckily I was still only in my 30s and pretty strong at the time).
I decided never to do that again; and I haven't either. Besides, IMHO the thrill of self-ties pales compared with even casual TUGs with other people.
I might also point out that there are probably several people on this site who could and probably would come on over to help you out with such a thing if you merely asked. I know the issue of trust is there, but think of this... what is going to happen to you if those things *jam*?! Are you *certain* there's no chance of a malfunction that could prevent the things from opening once the ice is melted (say, a warping in its structure from one too many freezes and thawings)? Just a thought.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Won't Do THAT Again! -or- How to Make Snobound Cry

Post by snobound » Tue Jan 11, 2011 5:17 pm

I DID wind up tying myself up again the very next night!! It's a sickness, I'm convinced! I chained myself to the upright benchpress station on my universal gym, with my arms locked over my head. It was in the chilly basement, so the ice lock took the full two hours plus to release. It was fun!
These things are machined from a cylinder of solid steel.... fairly foolproof, as far as I can tell. Probably not worth risking one's live over, though. I do need to be more careful.... which is why I initially bought two of them. If one were to fail, hopefully the other wouldn't. I've only used one at a time so far, though. The problem is that bondage makes me think with my dick, and not the proper head. I make stupid, snap decisions, and the part of my brain that keeps me safe seems to be clouded by more powerful emotions... If you see me absent from the board for a while.... send someone over to check!
There ARE a number of members here that I'd enjoy getting together with, though most are quite distant from VT. In most situations, my gear collection is going to dwarf those of others, so having me do the traveling can sort of defeat the purpose. Living an hour from the nearest interstate has a number of disadvantages, though I DO welcome visitors!
BTW... you've got a crapload of snow and wind on the way!!!
Try out the TUGs chat! http://chat.mibbit.com/#tugsnet