Cuffed and nipple clamped
Posted: 27 Oct 2017, 23:05
Hi, I’ve lurking for a while and thought I would tell my story. It’s not as dramatic as some of the other stories but hopefully it will be interesting.
I’ve been into in self bondage since a teen but only started doing it “seriously” in my mid 30s, when I started using handcuffs and ice locks so I was in “real bondage”. In my 20s I bought some novelty handcuffs but they were very poorly made and couldn’t be double locked. In the end they failed but they were so cheaply made I was able to prise them off without difficulty. When the internet came along it was possible to buy genuine police handcuffs without embarrassment. I am now in my mid 40s and am loving experimenting with BDSM when I am in bondage.
I’d always avoid nipple clamps in self bondage as I was afraid of damage from having my nipples clamped for a few hours but three weeks ago I just decided to go for it.
I have a spare bedroom as my playroom. I have a ring in the ceiling where I can hang a frozen ice lock. I use the one by Mr S.
I hang the keys from the ice lock. It usually takes 90 to 120 minutes to drop. For handcuffs I use German Clejuso handcuffs. I used to use Smith and Wesson but I found it difficult to double lock them when they are locked behind your back. The Clejusos have a little stud you can press so no need to be fumbling with a pin to double lock them!
I stripped down so I was topless and in one of my smallest panties. I tied my legs together at the ankles and then applied two clover clamps to my clit before tying my legs at the knees. That started to feel good. Then I put clamps on my nipples, these were clovers attacked by a chain. I had made them stronger by wrapping an elastic band around them to make them bit more vicious. I padlocked the chain to a second ice lock I had. Kneeling down I faced the wall where there was a radiator pipe and attached the second ice lock to that.
I made sure that I had near me the rest of things I needed. I taped my eyes shut with gaffer tape and put on a spandex hood with only a mouth hole in it. I was completely blind. I then gagged myself with a ballgag as tightly as I could. Once I tried wrapping layers of gaffer tape over the gag to stop me spitting out the ball but I almost suffocated so I didn’t try that again! Fortunately I tested it before I had cuffed my hands behind me.
Then I was ready! On the cuffs I have some tape on the side of the cuff where the keyhole is so I don’t make the mistake off cuffing myself with the holes uppermost. I did that 5 years ago and my ex found me a few hours later. Embarrassing as he was not into bondage. I cuffed my right wrist in front of me. Click, click, click …. So it was a good snug fit but not too tight. Then I put my arms behind me. Before closing the left cuff I made sure I could feel the tape on the lower side of the cuff. Click, click, click. A good snug fit but not too tight. I pressed the stud to make sure the cuff was double locked. I was going to be there until both ice locks melted.
My nipples started burning but didn’t stop hurting when I arched back against the claim so I figured blood flow was OK. I waited for the real discomfort to start. I haven’t figured out electrostim yet but it would have been good to have some more pain in my clit. After about 30 minutes my legs were going numb. I tried moving them out from beneath me but that’s when I found how bad my nipples could hurt. I tried moving my legs again, feeling the friction of the carpet as I tried to pivot my legs out from beneath my thighs. I almost lost my balance. To avoid falling sideways I lunged forward and banged my head on the wall. By pushing my arms out behind me I was able to keep my balance and I’d freed my legs from under my thighs but I was in a twisted posture. I was breathing heavily now and sweating and I knew my back would start hurting bad real soon and it would be difficult to keep this position for long. After an age of squirming I managed to get my legs nearly straightened out with my toes touching the wall. I used my cuffed hands to stop myself toppling over and ripping the clamps off. It wasn’t easy and I am amazed I managed to stay upright. I was now in a position I could keep for a while, with my torso leaning forward to reduce the tension on my nipples.
I’d set the timer on my iPad to sound after 90 minutes and it honked. I was sure that I would hear the keys fall from the ice lock soon. My back was in agony again. I don’t know how it was until I heard the keys fall. Another 20 minutes? I waited for the ice lock securing my nipples to the pipe to open. I tugged gently with my breasts but it wasn’t moving and I just got more pain. But pain was good, right? At least I hadn’t cut off the blood?
I was now sweating and breathing heavily. I was drooling a lot from the gag and my jaws were aching. My back was bad and was thinking should I just let myself topple over and rip off the nipple clamps. I hesitated as long as I could but still my tits were fixed to the pipe. I knew it would hurt real bad so I bit down on the gag and pushed myself over. Understatement of the fucking year. I screamed, I fucked screamed but I was free. The chain might have broken as one of my nips was still clamped, barely, with the clamp just on the very tip and hurting super bad.
For the first time in two hours I was able to stretch out my legs. I just lay there on my side panting and resting. Now to find the keys. That meant wiggling like a snake across the room to the keys. My sense of direction was not good being blindfolded, arms cuffed behind me and being unable to stand. I after 20 minutes wiggling I got to another wall but no keys! I’d assume that I would be able to find them by crawling parallel to one of the walls but I had no idea what way I was going. I was trying not to panic. No one was scheduled to come to my place and I had no out for this situation. They might only be a few inches away but I had no idea. I knew the keys would have fallen near the corner of the room where the door was. If I could get myself leaning against a wall then I could shuffle around until I found the corner. There was no furniture on the room. After al lot of pushing and straining I am able to get myself kneeling against the wall and I start shuffling forward (I think). The first corner I got to, no keys. But in the second, I found the door. I flopped down and rolled back and forth and then I felt the cold hard sharp keys against my shoulder. It must have taken another 20 minutes to get the keys into my hands. They were shaking so much, it many attempts before I could get the key in its hole. Don’t force it! Don’t break the key! Then it was in the hole and I was able to give it the half turn to free the cuff on my left hand. My arms are very stiff. It takes a lot of effort to raise them to remove the gag and pull off the hood. I rip off the tape binding my eyes. I don’t care if it hurts.
Looking down at myself. I’m covered in bruises and there’s a little blood – not as much as I’d thought - from the clamps being torn from my nipples. I’m covered in sweat and real thirsty. The killer was finding the key. I had blindfolded myself before in bondage but this time I was totally disorientated. Despite the terror I was still incredibly turned on. Will I do it again? Not blindfolded or not without a friend to check on me after a few hours. But sure, I guess! My nipples are still sore and I am sure I have lost sensation in them but they didn’t go morbid on me.
What next?
I love the idea of walk 3 or 4 miles with my hands cuffed behind me so I can get back to the key and release myself. But I am real scared about I getting caught. But I am still looking for somewhere deserted to I could try it. If I do it I will write about it.
I’ve been into in self bondage since a teen but only started doing it “seriously” in my mid 30s, when I started using handcuffs and ice locks so I was in “real bondage”. In my 20s I bought some novelty handcuffs but they were very poorly made and couldn’t be double locked. In the end they failed but they were so cheaply made I was able to prise them off without difficulty. When the internet came along it was possible to buy genuine police handcuffs without embarrassment. I am now in my mid 40s and am loving experimenting with BDSM when I am in bondage.
I’d always avoid nipple clamps in self bondage as I was afraid of damage from having my nipples clamped for a few hours but three weeks ago I just decided to go for it.
I have a spare bedroom as my playroom. I have a ring in the ceiling where I can hang a frozen ice lock. I use the one by Mr S.
I hang the keys from the ice lock. It usually takes 90 to 120 minutes to drop. For handcuffs I use German Clejuso handcuffs. I used to use Smith and Wesson but I found it difficult to double lock them when they are locked behind your back. The Clejusos have a little stud you can press so no need to be fumbling with a pin to double lock them!
I stripped down so I was topless and in one of my smallest panties. I tied my legs together at the ankles and then applied two clover clamps to my clit before tying my legs at the knees. That started to feel good. Then I put clamps on my nipples, these were clovers attacked by a chain. I had made them stronger by wrapping an elastic band around them to make them bit more vicious. I padlocked the chain to a second ice lock I had. Kneeling down I faced the wall where there was a radiator pipe and attached the second ice lock to that.
I made sure that I had near me the rest of things I needed. I taped my eyes shut with gaffer tape and put on a spandex hood with only a mouth hole in it. I was completely blind. I then gagged myself with a ballgag as tightly as I could. Once I tried wrapping layers of gaffer tape over the gag to stop me spitting out the ball but I almost suffocated so I didn’t try that again! Fortunately I tested it before I had cuffed my hands behind me.
Then I was ready! On the cuffs I have some tape on the side of the cuff where the keyhole is so I don’t make the mistake off cuffing myself with the holes uppermost. I did that 5 years ago and my ex found me a few hours later. Embarrassing as he was not into bondage. I cuffed my right wrist in front of me. Click, click, click …. So it was a good snug fit but not too tight. Then I put my arms behind me. Before closing the left cuff I made sure I could feel the tape on the lower side of the cuff. Click, click, click. A good snug fit but not too tight. I pressed the stud to make sure the cuff was double locked. I was going to be there until both ice locks melted.
My nipples started burning but didn’t stop hurting when I arched back against the claim so I figured blood flow was OK. I waited for the real discomfort to start. I haven’t figured out electrostim yet but it would have been good to have some more pain in my clit. After about 30 minutes my legs were going numb. I tried moving them out from beneath me but that’s when I found how bad my nipples could hurt. I tried moving my legs again, feeling the friction of the carpet as I tried to pivot my legs out from beneath my thighs. I almost lost my balance. To avoid falling sideways I lunged forward and banged my head on the wall. By pushing my arms out behind me I was able to keep my balance and I’d freed my legs from under my thighs but I was in a twisted posture. I was breathing heavily now and sweating and I knew my back would start hurting bad real soon and it would be difficult to keep this position for long. After an age of squirming I managed to get my legs nearly straightened out with my toes touching the wall. I used my cuffed hands to stop myself toppling over and ripping the clamps off. It wasn’t easy and I am amazed I managed to stay upright. I was now in a position I could keep for a while, with my torso leaning forward to reduce the tension on my nipples.
I’d set the timer on my iPad to sound after 90 minutes and it honked. I was sure that I would hear the keys fall from the ice lock soon. My back was in agony again. I don’t know how it was until I heard the keys fall. Another 20 minutes? I waited for the ice lock securing my nipples to the pipe to open. I tugged gently with my breasts but it wasn’t moving and I just got more pain. But pain was good, right? At least I hadn’t cut off the blood?
I was now sweating and breathing heavily. I was drooling a lot from the gag and my jaws were aching. My back was bad and was thinking should I just let myself topple over and rip off the nipple clamps. I hesitated as long as I could but still my tits were fixed to the pipe. I knew it would hurt real bad so I bit down on the gag and pushed myself over. Understatement of the fucking year. I screamed, I fucked screamed but I was free. The chain might have broken as one of my nips was still clamped, barely, with the clamp just on the very tip and hurting super bad.
For the first time in two hours I was able to stretch out my legs. I just lay there on my side panting and resting. Now to find the keys. That meant wiggling like a snake across the room to the keys. My sense of direction was not good being blindfolded, arms cuffed behind me and being unable to stand. I after 20 minutes wiggling I got to another wall but no keys! I’d assume that I would be able to find them by crawling parallel to one of the walls but I had no idea what way I was going. I was trying not to panic. No one was scheduled to come to my place and I had no out for this situation. They might only be a few inches away but I had no idea. I knew the keys would have fallen near the corner of the room where the door was. If I could get myself leaning against a wall then I could shuffle around until I found the corner. There was no furniture on the room. After al lot of pushing and straining I am able to get myself kneeling against the wall and I start shuffling forward (I think). The first corner I got to, no keys. But in the second, I found the door. I flopped down and rolled back and forth and then I felt the cold hard sharp keys against my shoulder. It must have taken another 20 minutes to get the keys into my hands. They were shaking so much, it many attempts before I could get the key in its hole. Don’t force it! Don’t break the key! Then it was in the hole and I was able to give it the half turn to free the cuff on my left hand. My arms are very stiff. It takes a lot of effort to raise them to remove the gag and pull off the hood. I rip off the tape binding my eyes. I don’t care if it hurts.
Looking down at myself. I’m covered in bruises and there’s a little blood – not as much as I’d thought - from the clamps being torn from my nipples. I’m covered in sweat and real thirsty. The killer was finding the key. I had blindfolded myself before in bondage but this time I was totally disorientated. Despite the terror I was still incredibly turned on. Will I do it again? Not blindfolded or not without a friend to check on me after a few hours. But sure, I guess! My nipples are still sore and I am sure I have lost sensation in them but they didn’t go morbid on me.
What next?
I love the idea of walk 3 or 4 miles with my hands cuffed behind me so I can get back to the key and release myself. But I am real scared about I getting caught. But I am still looking for somewhere deserted to I could try it. If I do it I will write about it.