My experiments in self-bondage

I have a slightly kinky view of sex. Well, very kinky.

Maybe too long browsing porn, too long spent alone with my fantasies?

I have always gravitated towards bondage but never found a girlfriend that would indulge me and I didn’t want to pay for a domme.

So, I tried self-bondage.

I loved the idea of not being able to release myself – in both senses of the word.

However, self-bondage is fraught with risk, potentially serious risk, so I stayed away from it for quite a while.

I bought various sex toys. Fleshlights, masturbation aides. I also bought some toys that should be used on women such as dildos but the chance to use them never materialised.

I tried self-spanking. Some enjoyment, but obviously I stopped when it started to hurt, which is not the point really.

Over the course of a few years I built-up a toy box that had a wealth of toys and equipment of all natures.

My favourite masturbation would be to play a vibrator over my cock, then push it up my ass. Very kinky and my ejaculation would be bigger and better depending on the kinki-ness of the situation.

I’m a decent looking guy, but nothing special. Late 20’s, I work in IT. My own apartment with a decent income. A bit of a catch I suppose, but I lack confidence to score with women. My name is Paul.

I live alone, cook for myself mostly and am fairly independent.

I have a cleaner twice a week who also takes care of my laundry.

Life is good.

But my sex-life is centered around weekends when I can be sure of privacy and can indulge my fantasies. The last few months have seen me experiment with self-bondage.

Let me describe my session from a couple of weeks ago

When I do self-bondage about 1 hour is the maximum I can take before joints start to ache as well as the need for the toilet on occasion. I woke on Saturday morning, had breakfast, tidied around and then laid out the day’s items.

Ankle cuffs and spreader bar, connected to a chain that ran under the bed. I would be kneeling at the side of the bed, with my arms forward and handcuffs connected to the chain running from under the bed. This keeps me secure, but not totally free of some movement.

A cock ring, a butt plug and lube. Plus my latest toy, a vibrating anal dildo with a remote control which was also programmable. It had 3 ‘intensities’ and a set of timings could be set to control the length of the stimulation. The best feature was the ‘random’ button. In random mode it would turn off and on, run for between 20 seconds and 5 minutes and be either low, medium or high intensity.

This was going to be my treat for the day. I had tested the new toy and found out two things – a new set of batteries and was still running after 8 hours and also if it wasn’t secured within me, it was likely to fall out. So, my final item was a pair of very tight briefs that would hold the dildo in place as well as keep my cock restrained so I couldn’t get a full erection.

Once all was ready, I gave myself an enema and had a shower.

I returned to the bedroom and inserted the butt plug with plenty of lube. I would need 10 minutes with this in place before I could take the large dildo. I put the ankle cuffs on me and the handcuffs on one wrist.

The most dangerous part of self-bondage is the release – but this is also what makes it exciting. I had the handcuff key frozen in a block of ice, attached to a string, suspended over the bed. When it melted, it would fall and I would be able to grab it as I would be bound to the bed across the width and it would fall into the middle of the bed. The string was attached to the ceiling with a hook and the ice cube suspended from the ceiling by blu-tack. Once the ice melted, the key would drop and swing onto the bed. My hands would have enough movement to grab it and the string was fairly long.

I had experimented with ice-cube sizes until I go one that lasted between 45 and 65 minutes depending on temperature.

I eased out the butt plug and inserted the dildo with plenty of lube. I turned on the dildo with the remote, it buzzed nicely inside me catching my prostrate just right.

I then pressed the random button and left the remote on the dresser. I pulled on my tight briefs and my cock with its tight cock-ring was pulled tight to my groin, facing backwards. I already had a semi and the strain was exquisite.

I knelt on the floor on a pillow and spread my legs and attached the spreader bar. I then pulled the chain under and up onto the far side of the bed and the slack chain rattled until tight. I passed the arm of the open handcuff through the chain so it was tight but I still had some wiggle room.

A last check of everything, a look to the ceiling for the ice cube and key and then I clicked the handcuff in place.

Almost instantly the dildo kicked-in on its high setting and my ass squirmed as my cock started to drip. I moaned deeply and felt the ripples run through me. After only 2 minutes it ceased and I breathed deeply.

Over the next hour my ass was tortured by the dildo. My cock couldn’t get fully erect but I could feel it weeping and the liquid turning sticky in my briefs.

Each thrust from the dildo was lovely but I decided the low setting wasn’t strong enough.

After about an hour, noiselessly the ice cube dropped onto the bed. It was still a little frozen but I was able to grab it and the warmth of my hand released the key. I undid one handcuff, unhooked the chain and was able to sit back. I removed the spreader bar, lay down on the bed and grabbed the dildo remote.

I pulled my straining cock out of my briefs and turned the dildo on high, no random mode.

I jerked my sticky cock and sprayed spunk all up my chest.

I felt so perverted and excited.

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There was still something missing though. I wanted to get dirtier.

My favourite fetish was stockings and heels. I adored women wearing them.

I decided to purchase a set for myself and would dress myself as a slut when I next abused my ass with the dildo. I SO wanted a woman to dominate me and force me to dress this way.

So, a few weekends later, I thought I would follow the same routine as before as it was so intense for me. But I needed to add an extra layer. I had purchased some sexy clothing to make me feel even more like a slut.

I wrapped a 6-strap suspender belt around my hips and sat down to roll up some fishnet stockings. The butt plug I had inserted previously pressed deeply in me and I was already excited at the new slutty method I had ahead of me.

Once the stockings were clipped into place, I put on the ankle cuffs and the slipped a new tight thong up to my ass. I wanted my cock to be free this time but I wouldn’t be able to touch it. I pushed my cock straight out through the crotch of the thong and it bobbed and throbbed in front of me and the tight back pulled the dildo tight into me.

I slipped my feet into a pair of 4” stiletto court shoes and felt so perverted.

I pushed the toy box to the end of the bed and finished my routine as before.

Pillow on the floor, spreader bar, chain over the bed, one handcuff hooked into place, dildo in random mode (medium and high only) and lastly, ice cube suspended from the ceiling.

Click. I was in place.

The next hour was as delicious and dirty as before but feeling the suspender belt around my waist and the heels on my feet really made me feel like an abused slut.

My cock throbbed and dripped pre-cum onto the wooden floor.

I was ready for the ice cube to drop and I heard the very faint click as the ice broke. The cube swung down to the bed but then the string broke and the cube with the key inside it fell to the floor and I heard it slide away. I was able to scramble onto the bed and get my head over the far side and my hands onto the floor. The key had slid under the dresser. There was no way I could retrieve it.

I started to panic and just then the dildo kicked-in for a 5 minute high-strength pulse. I moaned as my cock throbbed below me.

I was now on the bed, with my feet hanging over one side, wide apart due to the spreader bar. My legs and chest were on the bed with my arms and head hanging down over the other side.

I was desperately thinking of my next move when I realised my phone was in the room.

I could voice dial someone. My parents and sister had spare keys, but they were all at least 2 hours’ drive away.

Then I thought of Bal. Balvinder, my house cleaner. She lived only a few streets away.

This would be highly embarrassing but I had no choice.

Loudly I said “OK GOOGLE, CALL BALVINDER AT HOME”.

My phone responded “OK, calling Balvinder”. I breathed deeply.

After a few rings, Bal’s soft Indian voice came on the phone “Hello Paul”. I would have punched the air if my hands were free.

“Hi Bal, I’ve had a slight accident and need your help”

“Oh my god, is it serious?” she sounded genuinely concerned.

“No” I responded in a laughing voice “but I’m physically stuck and I need a hand. Can you come over please”. After a short pause Bal said “OK, I’ll be there in 10 minutes”.

The phone disconnected and I breathed a sigh of relief.

My sigh then turned again to a panic as I realised the embarrassing situation I was in.

Oh well, nothing I could do now. My position was really uncomfortable so I reverse wiggled to kneel back on the pillow, my chest resting against the edge of the bed and my arms in front of me.

I ran through the options of what I would say to Bal. I thought about her often and had even jerked-off a few times thinking about her.

Bal was a lovely woman, late 40s, living alone. Her husband had died about 5 years before and that’s when she decided to take some part time jobs. She had two grown-up sons living in town.

Bal was soft. She had lovely long black hair that fells in curls around her shoulders. She kept in shape and I could tell she had large breasts but she never dressed to show off her body.

I had talked to her once or twice when I was home when she was cleaning and she said she had tried dating but it never felt right. I wanted to ask her about her sex life but that would be clearly going too far. Well, I was about to go too far now…

After another 15 minutes of alternate stimulation from the dildo I was relieved when I heard a knock on the door. I didn’t respond and sure enough I heard the key and the door opening.

“Paul?” It was Bal’s lovely soft voice.

I swallowed deeply and replied “in the bedroom”.

I heard Bal put her bag down and open the door. The door was directly behind me and I couldn’t see anything. I heard the gasp and then a small giggle.

“Oh, I see” said Bal. I felt her standing behind me.

“Did you do this to yourself”? she asked.

I said I did.

She giggled again.

“Ah, now it makes sense” she said and I felt her hand stroke the top of my leg, at the band of the stocking. “I saw a packet of stockings in the trash but couldn’t think why”

“Then when I was cleaning on Tuesday I saw the shoes in the cupboard and noticed they were a large size as well as the stockings”. “I thought you had a new girlfriend, a tall girlfriend, but I saw no other evidence”.

I just slumped on the bed. At that, the dildo kicked-in and I squirmed and moaned a little.

“Oooh, you really are enjoying this aren’t you”. I started to respond but wondered if Bal could see the dildo inside of me.

I just said “yes, this is a real turn on for me”.

Bal moved behind me and I could sense her standing to my side where the toy box was on the bed. She gasped again and I heard a rustling and she must have been browsing the box.

“are all these things yours”? she asked.

I was going to answer but then thought why isn’t she just releasing me.

“Yes, Bal, but that’s not the point is it and…” was as far as I got before the dildo started again in high mode and I just squirmed once more, moaning softly.

“Oooh, do tell, what is the point” she asked playfully.

I couldn’t respond as I felt myself cumming from a mixture of the stimulation, the excitement and also the humiliation. My cock throbbed and spunk dripped onto the wooden floor, making a noise as it did.

Another loud gasp from Bal.

Before I could respond I felt a sharp pain in left ass cheek then immediately the right one and realised Bal had swatted me with a paddle that had been in the toy box.

The dildo was still throbbing inside me and I could barely speak.

“You dirty little pervert” she spat harshly and spanked my ass several times, very firmly.

“Is this why you called me over?” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK

“To humiliate me in this way?” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK

Each spank was getting harder and I knew my ass was red.

I gasped “No Bal, really, this was an accident, the handcuffs key fell under the dresser..” and I moaned again, my cock still dripping.

“hmmmm” was all she said and she walked around the bed. I then saw her. She was dressed in a tight black skirt that was quite short, finishing above the knees. She wore 4” heels, very like mine, and a tight silky blouse that showed off her curves wonderfully.

What is it about Indian women that makes them want to be dressed immaculately at all times?

She knelt and the skirt rose to show me her thighs. I couldn’t be sure but it looked like there might be the welt of stockings tight under the skirt. She found the now defrosted key and saw the string.

She looked up at the ceiling and clucked.

She stood and walked back behind me.

She stood unspeaking for a while and I didn’t want to antagonise her further by asking for release. I knew she wouldn’t leave me like this.

“You know Paul, I had a problem with both my boys” she began.

I stayed silent. The dildo had turned off now.

“Both of them had a thing for snooping through my closets and through the wash basket”.

“It took me a while to realise they were looking for my panties and underwear”.

I felt my cock stirring.

She moved to the toy box and started to flick around inside it, I desperately tried to remember what was in there.

“Mmmm, this is nice” she said and moved back.

“They say that if you catch your child smoking you should force them to smoke a whole packet in one session and that will remove any desire to smoke again”

I just uh-huhed.

“What I did for Del and Sanjay was to punish them in a similar way”.

I felt something slide across my ass and realised it was the riding crop I had used only once as it was very painful.

“when they were 15 I had to confront them and being twins they were very much alike” she carried on. “After I had shouted at them and sent them to their room, I went to mine and changed into an outfit similar to the one I’m wearing now”.

“Then I called them to my room and told them to look for something in my closet that they thought looked really nice”. “The poor things didn’t know what to do so I helped and found a set of black underwear, very lacy bra and panties which I handed to Del and a red corset I gave to Sanjay”.

“I told them to strip naked and put the clothes on”.

“They really weren’t sure but they could tell I wasn’t messing around and would tell their father – which would have been much worse for them”.

“I sat on my bed and watched them I made sure to let my skirt ride up and I had taken the time to put on some holdup stockings as I knew it was stockings that excited them the most”.

“They clearly never though that I tidied their room and knew what sort of magazines they looked at”.

The dildo started to buzz inside me once more and Bal responded “mmm, I see this is getting you excited as well” and she swiped my ass several times with the riding crop.

I squirmed even more and my cock came back to full hardness.

“So I watched the boys and Del got the bra on very quickly as though he’d had practice”. “His boy cock was sticking straight out and I could see it was already wet”.

“I told him to help his brother with the corset and his hands trembled as he did up the clasps and then pulled the strings tight”.

Bal slid the crop over my ass as she almost whispered “it really got me turned on to see them both so excited but also so humiliated…. a bit like you are now” and she giggled once more.

“I then told Sanjay to sit on the bed next to me and for Del to kneel on the floor in front of him”

“Oh they were both so frightened and excited”.

“I then gave Del a pair of stockings and told him to roll them up his brother’s legs. He started to protest but I slapped his face and he carried on. His cock was definitely bigger than his brothers”.

“He slid the stocking up and I told Del to stand and let them do up the clasps together”.

“At that age the boys and me were about the same size”.

“I then gave Del a pair of holdups and told Sanjay to thank his brother by putting the stockings on him”.

“After a few minutes they were stood in front of me breathless with excitement and their cocks bobbing with energy”.

Bal moved to stand directly behind me and she ran the crop down my back.

“Now, I can give you a choice” she stated. I mumbled a ‘yes’, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

“I can tell you what I did to punish the boys but you will have to undergo the same fate…

or I can just unlock your cuffs and leave”

“What would you prefer?” she asked, her voice sounding deeper and more sexual.

Before I could answer the dildo started once more and my answer was a deep moan.

“Oh goody, I hoped that would be your response” and she skipped around in front of me and within seconds my left cuff was opened and the chain removed. But Bal then closed the cuffs and told me to stand. I did and the chain under the bed pulled through. My cock was pointing at the ceiling.

She came around and unclipped the spreader bar and told me to step back.

She then moved the formal chair from the dresser and sat on it and pulled up her skirt to reveal her stocking tops. She smiled when she saw my cock bounce in response.

“Hmmm, all boys are the same”.

She told me stand to her side and then lay over her lap. I was trembling with excitement myself by now. She deftly opened her legs and made sure my cock was trapped between her thighs. She pushed down on my back so my hands were on the floor.

She softly stroked my bottom.

“Now, Mommy Bal will show you what happens to boys when they misbehave”.

“So, Sanjay lay over my lap first, as you are now, and I spanked him”.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. I realised she had the spanking paddle now.

“He squirmed and started to cry” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Of course, I could only use my hand then and their little boy bottoms are softer than yours”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

I was tearing-up myself by now.

“After a few minutes I let Sanjay stand and realised he had spurted over my legs”.

“I grabbed him and pulled him to his knees in front of me”.

“I scooped a large blob of his spunk on my fingers and shoved them in his mouth. He tried to pull away but I held him firm. I told his brother to hold his shoulders and I fed him all of his stick mess”.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Say Thank You, Mommy Bal”. I gasped out words of thanks barely able to breathe as I was almost cumming again myself.

Bal breathed deeply and then said “mmm, this is a lovely thong you have here and her fingers softly stroked my throbbing cheeks.

She then gasped when she saw the dildo.

“OH…MY… Is that what I think it is”.

“Yes, I hoped you wouldn’t notice”

Bal laughed out loud as she opened my cheeks a little, just as the dildo came alive once more”

“Ah, ah..” I moaned and then said “it’s automatic, the control is on the dresser”.

Bal grabbed the remote and pressed the Off button. I slumped a little in relief.

“Hmmm” she began spanking me again and pressed the remote causing me to squirm furiously.

She stopped both the spanking and the remote. When I calmed down I realised she was laughing.

“Oh, how I wish I had one of these for myself, what a great idea” and she gave me one more slap.

She told me to stand which I did with difficultly, stretching my limbs as I did.

She just looked at me deeply.

“So, Del’s punishment was different, do you want to hear it”

“Oh yes” I replied.

“Yes, WHAT” she barked

“Yes please, Mommy Bal” I almost gasped.

She giggled and told me to take my cock in my hands.

“I got Sanjay to continue kneeling but turned toward his brother and for Del to stand with cock just inches in front of Sanjay’s face. I stood and went to get my hard-backed hairbrush”.

Bal then got me to wank my straining cock while she harshly spanked me with the riding crop.

“I won’t stop until you come” she stated, “that what I told Del”.

I rubbed my cock but as I had cum not long before it was difficult and my ass was hurting and I kept pulling away.

Bal grabbed my arm “Spurt for your Mommy, do it” she gasped excitedly.

As I started to cum she grabbed my hands got me to spurt into them.

She then pulled my hands to my mouth “dirty boys clean their own mess” and she made me lick my fingers clean.

While I was recovering and breathing hard, Bal gave me the handcuffs key and started to leave.

As she got to the door, she turned and said “I could add an extra shift every Saturday if you want” and she arched her eyebrow at me.

I nodded and said “yes please, Mommy Bal”