by rmcingle » 13 Oct 2022, 03:07
Hmm, I am not sure that anyone wants this thread brought back to the topic, but here goes . . .
I had (have) a rare opportunity to have the house to myself for a week; my wife is out of town! This used to happen on an occasional basis back when her mom was still alive, but for the last 5 years there hasn't been any opportunities to play with my self-bondage kink. Until now.
I actually started on Sunday night by simply locking the chastity device on. I didn't do anything to make the keys unavailable, however. The main reason that I put the chastity device on is because there have been times in the past when I would start to set up something, only to give in to an immediate need, masturbate, and then lose interest. Which I would regret later. Just having to go upstairs to get the keys was enough of a deterrent to help me control myself.
I have been formulating a plan for quite some time, and was finally going to put in into action. There are two basic elements, both of which I have done before, but each one alone. This time I was going to combine them both. It was going to take a little while to set up, so I spent Monday night preparing, and actually attempted the scene on Tuesday. Yeah, attempted. It didn't work out so well.
The first element of this self-bondage is what I call my "slow zipper pull". I posted details about this some years ago. Basically, the last time I did this I tied myself spread eagle on the floor, with my electro-magnet as the release mechanism. I had a length of light cord that was attached to a dozen clothes pins clipped to my balls and cock, and then two more on my nipples. The other end of the cord attached to the spit of the rotisserie from the barbecue, which was mounted in a little wooden frame I had made and was clamped to the edge of the counter top a few feet away. The rotisserie would slowly wind up the cord, pulling the clothespins off one at a time. There had been enough slack in the cord so that it took about 1/2 an hour before the first one pulled off, and then about 10 minutes to get the rest off.
That scene was good, but I found that I had enough room to wiggle that I could wait until a clothespin was being pulled on, and then move a bit, and get it to pop off a bit more quickly than I had anticipated.
The second item I included this time was what I call my "Impalement pole", which I have seen referred to as a 'one bar prison'. Basically, there is a vertical pole that had a butt plug at the top , which I straddled. I had made a base from a 2'x4' piece of plywood. In the center I had a 1-1/2 pipe flange, with a 2' length of galvanize pipe. Slipped over that was 2" ABS pipe, with a cap at the end, a hole drilled in the cap and a 1-7/16 trailer hitch ball bolted down to it. Yes, the trailer hitch was the butt plug! A bit off to each side are two eyebolts that serve as anchor points for my ankle cuffs, which keep my feet spread. As I need to stand on tippy-toe to get on/off the butt plug, keeping my feet spread locks me to the pole. I actually use a rope passing through the eye bolts to pull my feet apart, and then tie the rope off to a hook I fastened to the ABS pipe. I can mount up, spread my legs, then lock my hands overhead. Again, I used my electro-magnet as the release.
A modification to that impalement pole was the "stabilizing ring". The pole would limit my motion front-to-back or side-to-side, but not twisting. I have a fantasy of being secured on that pole and then being spanked and whipped, especially on my cock and balls. I figure that just getting whacked on the butt by a heavy paddle would send a shock through my anus from the impact. But I figured that I could twist side to side to avoid the CBT, and I wanted to eliminate that possibility. So, I got a 2 inch steel ring, which went behind the cock and balls, and three nylon straps. Two of the nylon straps went from the steel ring down to the eyebolts holding my ankles spread, and the third up to the eyebolt in ceiling. The straps had slip buckles on them so I could easily tighten or loosen them when my hands were free, but would remain secure as long as my hands were out of reach. With cock and balls secured and the pole up my ass, there was very little I could do that would allow me to avoid any strikes to my genitals. I had played with this arrangement a couple of times, just fantasizing that someone was there to beat me.
Last night I tried to put the two together. I figured that the pole and stabilizer would force me to remain still while the clothespins were tied off. A minor issue the last time I did the slow pull was that the rotisserie spit was so close that the first clothespin off was soon being wrapped up on the spit, and then the increased diameter pulled even faster. This time I decided to put the rotisserie farther away, and because I didn't have anything to clamp it to, I used some weights to block it. I figured 18 pounds was enough!
My usual time span for these self-bondage things is one hour, as that is the limit of the spring wound timer I have. I also use a standard lamp timer in series, so if the spring wound should fail (which the first one I had DID fail) the lamp timer will save me, but not for a much longer time period. The idea is that I get everything set up, wind the timer, then lock myself in. The longer it takes me to get in position and all tied down reduces the actual time I am held in bondage.
I had everything prepared: I had previously run the rotisserie spit for one hour (using the timer) and had it wind up an hours worth of cord. I then unwound it, laid it out all careful like, and attached a total of 20 clothespins, 18 of which would be placed on my cock and balls, the last two on my nipples. I had the steel ring in place behind cock and balls, the rope to force my legs spread all set in place.
Things started to go wrong when I went to put the clothespins on. The first time I had attempted it the cord managed to tangle with all the clothespins so bad that I had to cut then all loose and try again. This time I was much more careful about how I laid them all out. The next issue was that when I had 'tried it out' and figured I could get 18 clothespins on, I hadn't had the steel ring in place, and I hadn't suffered from 'shrinkage' due to the relative cool of the room. I had removed the chastity device and found I couldn't get them all on! Okay, so I only got 14 on the cock and balls and the two on the nipples. Good enough
The chain was hanging from the ceiling hook, held there by the electro-magnet which I had just energized, which also started the rotisserie spit. I could move about the room as the cord to the clothespins had lots of slack. Get back to the pole, attach the leg spread rope to my ankle cuffs, mount the pole, pull the rope, secure it to the hook, attach the three nylon straps and pull them tight, feed the chain through the D rings on the wrist cuffs then secure it with the lock hanging on the chain at a comfortable reach up.
The next problem was that the three little snap hooks on the nylon straps were digging into my scrotum really bad, and interfering with a couple of the clothespins. Okay, I remove two more clothespins to avoid that. No problem.
So far, so good. I wasn't stretched tight, which I don't care for as it makes my fingers go numb, but my hands were well out of reach of anything that could help me.
I guess I had spent more time getting mounted to the pole as it was only 10 minutes before the cord started to tighten. Oooo, there is the pull! Ouch! SNAP, one pulls off. The next is starting to tighten up. And tighten, it is hurting now. Just as I had planned, no amount of jerking on that pole would speed the process up! But damn, it isn't pulling off! I look over to where the rotisserie is at and I can see that it is sliding towards me. Pulling the 18 pounds of weight with it! I can't really see what is going on, but something is messed up! Later I figured out that I had managed to tangle the clothespin cord with the leg spread rope.
Fortunately, as the rotisserie was pulled towards me it turned sideways, and then the sideways direction pulled the spit out of the motor, and the system stabilized. It was still pulling on that clothespin pretty hard, but it wasn't going to do anything worse.
I had to stand there another half hour or so before the electro-magnet released me. I was able to gently remove the clothespins, release my ankles, release the nylon straps, then dismount. I left the chastity device off until I got home from work today, and then put it back on, probably for the rest of the week.
Already dreaming up ways to fix those problems . . .
R.Mc.
