Secrets of the Women's Self-Bondage Cult (15 page)
I use other wooden and metal bars for different functions. For example, I am in chains with the usual set-up from ankles to waist to wrists to collar. My hands are in front, allowing me considerable movement, but I have attached a horizontal, 30-inch long wooden bar to a chain dangling down from the back of my collar. The length of the connection chain from collar to bar determines where the bar hangs and it needs to be about mid way between my shoulder blades and my waist so that it comes easily into play with my backward-pulled elbows. This position for the hanging bar must be reasonably correct so that, before I lock my wrists into the cuffs in front, I slip the bar behind my elbows, pulling the connection chain tight and holding my arms back. Also, as we all know, it tends to thrust the chest outward as well, helping to set off the nipple clips with their bells or weights. Then, I lock on the final cuff in front. If it is done right, I have minimal movement, with arms held strictly back and connected upwards to my collar and hands bound in close to my waist, connected by a chain in front. To get free, I have to push the bar aside enough to release one elbow. Then the other elbow comes free and I have use of my still bound hands to get keys and freedom. I especially enjoy this position because it has infinite variations. I can lock ankles and legs close together and then finish the binding, forcing myself to stand or lie very much immobilized, or I can leave some slack in the leg chains and walk around the room or the house as much as I please. Adding other devices, like a vaginal dildoe or butt plug, head harness or nipple clips just enhances the experience.
Another function for short bars is the crotch splitter. It does just what its name indicates. I use rope or chain to suspend one end of the bar from my waist, or better yet, from the collar, pass it between my legs so that when I pull up on the front it presses well against my crotch and anything that may already be up my ass or pussy. I then connect my already cuffed hands to the front of the bar and there you have it, a very pleasant way to spend the afternoon, waltzing around with this thick wooden or metal bar jammed between your legs. I get out of it of course, by having the cuff keys in a reachable place. As always, there are other ways to do this and some of them can be quite captivating. That is, if I get too cute, I may not be able to get out of it without a lot of sweat and struggling. For example, I can position the bar more aggressively by tying or chaining it to my ankle bindings as well as to my collar and wrists. If I do this right, I will have tension downward front and back from the chains that go to my feet and tension upwards to the collar front and back as well.
Want more thrills? Do the same set-up but put the final upward chain or rope to your nipple rings. If you haven’t got rings in there yet, use sturdy nipple clips. Once your hands are neatly locked up and you start to move around, the nipple connection, as I call it, will ring your chimes thoroughly. Whatever you do with this and the other arrangements mentioned here, take your time and build the position up gradually. Don't make it too hard on yourself.
There is one other use for the bars. I again would use sturdy, 3/4 inch (or more), wooden dowels and put screw eyes in the ends by first drilling the holes to take the threads of the screw eyes so that you don't split the wood. Once the eyes are in, you have a neat device for any number of disciplinary purposes. Either lying down on my back or standing, I can use the large, type C cuffs to clamp my legs spread apart or I use chain dog collars around my legs above the knee, locking them tight with padlocks. Locked to the eyes at each end of the bar, this holds my knees apart and can be integrated with other bondage to improve the experience. No one who enjoys self-bondage should be without these inexpensive bars. Each time you dig them out of your stash, you'll find new uses for them and, of course, they are equally helpful when, lucky you, there is a partner to share the experience with.
Chapter Fourteen
Fran is 26, a native of Italy and, as she says, unmarried at present. The interviewer tactfully asked her if she would talk about her love of
inanimate objects inside her body and the contribution they make to her sexual experiences.
Fran - Butt plugs and dildoes
In my humble opinion, there is no substitute for a man, (or a woman), screwing me while I'm tightly and immovably bound. But….there are times when that is simply not going to happen and when those times come along, it's nice to have a substitute you can trust.
I'm not sure how it was that I got to discuss this topic, but it certainly is of interest to me and I think it is likewise for many other bondage fans like me. It's hard now, after a few years of SB, to imagine being tied up or placing myself in chains without at least having something long and fat stuck well up inside my front and back below. I can't imagine anyone bothering to bind himself or herself without setting up some sort of sexual outlet and deep internal probes certainly do it for me. For guys, I have been told and shown some external gadgets that simulate a pussy and they tell me these may serve the same purpose, but I'll let someone else deal with this. My collection of dongs almost outnumbers my collection of pre-cut rope and collars. Yes, I am a rope girl. I like the fact that I can tie myself and always have the option of getting free, even if I have to cut the rope, which doesn't happen very often.
For me, there are really only two types of devices that I will insert into my body for sexual release: static and mechanical. The static ones are inert, usually made from hard or soft rubber or plastic or some new material that wears well is non-toxic and can be kept clean without major effort. The mechanical ones usually cost more, operate by battery, plug in AC power or, just for fun, wind-up springs. One of my favorites is a mechanical phallus that is operated like a clock. It has two timers: one for when it starts up and one for how long it runs. It was made in Switzerland and I cannot find another like it anywhere. I set the timer and it operates every fifteen minutes, or ten minutes or whatever time I set it for.
Another wonderful device is electric and is called a "Gang Vibe." I bought it at a sort of street fair in Rome and it is typically Italian with its strange little quirks and somewhat redundant functions. The battery pack/base unit fits easily on my belt and has wire leads that go to the places where I seek the stimulation. It's electrical, but not strong. At the end of each wire is a small metal clip which handily fits over a nipple or on the edge of a lip or nostril or tongue. Each clip receives a short impulse from the base unit and these jolts are at times very subtle…like blowing cool air on the place where they are clipped. At other times, the impulse will blow me out of my shoes and I never know what it is going to do.
Each one of these gadgets has its own lovable characteristics and I must admit that over time, one gets attached to such artificial stimulation, even if the real thing is available. What I mean by that is that even if I'm tied and getting fucked in a "normal" way, being able to enhance the experience with a butt plug, dildoe or electric charge remains a very viable option for me and usually for my partner.
Among my favorite mechanical devices is a combination tool that has double appendages and fits nicely up both portals, is battery driven and not only vibrates with a vengeance, but also has a fascinating and mind-bending rotary motion what involves a mass of hard beads inside a flexible and very lifelike prick. This thing drives me crazy normally, but when I'm really tied tight, with, for example, my hands pulled up over my head, a huge gag stuffed in my mouth and my legs tied either close together or wide spread, it is formidable. I do this often in my apartment, tying my hands to a ring in the rafter in the ceiling and standing upright in a pair of tall heels, high, black stockings, garter belt and perhaps a black, lacy push up bra.
I have to mention that the great variety of materials available for personal pleasure is exceeded only perhaps, by the range of imagination that we all have in our heads. Aside from the usual plastic, wood, rubber and metal devices, others worth consideration are made from Pyrex glass, soapstone or granite, or even live fruits and vegetables. As one character attending this meeting said yesterday, the value of the live objects is that, if you want to, you can eat them later. That idea may not appeal to some, but it does pose some interesting possibilities. A partly cooked, nice, warm zucchini is not altogether an impossible consideration for a post bondage snack!
One useful concept that I use now and then is an inflatable device that can be inflated once it is inside the orifice. Whether you use it to stretch the inner confines of your mouth, your pussy or your ass, it can have a stunning impact on your total SB experience. The same cautions apply to inflatables as to other objects, but if there is someone else pumping up the device, you need to make sure that you have a strong safe move. Getting over-inflated can be dangerous as Hell and equally uncomfortable, believe me.
Since we are participating in research, it is essential that I talk a bit about what one gets out of this sort of activity. Being tied up has all of its own benefits and thrills, but with a foreign object or two or three jammed inside your body, the impact of the bondage may be greater…or lesser. The mental image, of course, is one of having sex while helplessly bound. I can only speak for myself, but that's the scenario I indulge in. Whether its intercourse by consent or forcible in your mind, the deep penetration of various body orifices by a static or moving device has got to have its effects. I find that I seem to identify with the penetration as I would with a live being on the other end of the object, but the big difference is that this penetrator is totally within your control, and that is the essence of all of this, as far as I'm concerned.
Chapter Fifteen
Lois wrote on her questionnaire that she usually has a specific fantasy in mind before she begins an SB session.
In the interview, she narrates how this usually goes.
Lois - The fantasy
Self-bondage for me is probably at the low end of what is practiced among most people who enjoy the process. What I mean by this is that I am not interested in being hopelessly bound and gagged in the tightest possible manner. My interest is more, I think, ethereal. I enjoy the idea of capture, slavery, servitude under some handsome brigand or desert chieftain, but in carrying out the fantasy, I want the bindings to be loose and more symbolic than actual. This doesn't mean that I don't want to be chained or tied, but I get most pleasure out of the combination of the bindings and the imaginary situation than I do from just the bindings.
My "collection" as the survey phrases it, is mostly everyday items that no one would ever consider indicative of bondage. Scarves, tight-fitting and revealing clothing that I would not normally wear in public, belts, panty hose and a few items from the bathroom's medicine cabinet usually serve me well enough. I have a few belts that have holes their entire length, so they can be tightened to any position. Some of them are really collars and two of them have neat little locks that I use for extended scenes, usually on weekends.
My constant fantasy is certainly not uncommon, but includes a range of variations. I love the old, perhaps well-worn fantasy of being held in some desert tent by a renegade prince who has taken me by force from my ambushed caravan. He holds me as hostage, but keeps me as a sex slave as well, making sure that I am available whenever he wants to take me and take me he does in every possible way. As a modern, modest, conservative young woman who works in a middle management job inside the headquarters of a large corporation, I could never reveal these secrets to anyone. However, in talking about them here, I find that I have a need to reveal at least what I feel and why, especially in this one, somewhat hackneyed scene which so often repeats itself when I am home alone, usually just before bed time.
I am wearing only minimal underwear and, if it’s not too warm, stockings or panty hose, (although the desert prince loathes pantyhose). I know that sounds really funny, but in my fantasy, I make up and retain these things. He keeps me tied to his bed or at his bedside bound to a stout wooden post driven deep into the sand under his lavish tent. I am well fed and cared for by his other women, who find me somewhat amusing, but often display great jealousy towards me. My wrists are tied with a soft silk or cotton rope, with two loops around each wrist and then cinched between my hands and tied off so that my fingers cannot reach the knots. He has them bind my ankles as well in the same fashion and normally, for my own safety he says, my legs are tied at the knee, keeping any rascals from violating me…he says. I am gagged much of the time with clean rags stuffed in my mouth and a wide silken band around my lower face, holding the rag gag in place.
My large bed at home serves as the scene of my constant violation as his captive. I bought the bed especially because I liked the massive four posts at the corners and these serve well as the posts to which I am bound in the master's tent. The silk ropes I use came from an interior decorator shop and I bought enough of this red rope to meet present and future SB needs. It is soft and feels lovely, even when tied tightly around my ankles and wrists. I have set up this rope so that the large open loops at one end go over the top of the bedposts and reach just far enough to allow the brass clips at the ends to connect to the multiple rope circles around my limbs. I prepare for bed, gag myself and then attach the four thick ropes to my ankles and wrists, saving the right wrist for last. Settling down in the bed, it is most comforting to lie there and imagine the prince coming and taking me forcefully, sometimes on top of me and at other times, from behind. If he wishes, I am released from the corner posts and turned over on my stomach, rebound in the four way stretch and fucked in my ass until I sob with both pain and pleasure. I use a much too large faux penis form for just these times and, if the prince is in a merciful mood, he'll lubricate his prick before thrusting into me. In reality, this involves my legs being held wide to the lower posts and my wrists tied behind my back with enough slack in the ropes joining my hands so that I can reach behind and assist His Excellency. I guide his swollen member between my legs and slowly insert it for him, all the while thrashing about on the bed quilt, resisting the relentless penetrator entering my pussy from behind.
