Secrets of the Women's Self-Bondage Cult (6 page)
Ball Tie
This is also a popular position, but it may be too strenuous for many people, especially if you have enough meat on your stomach that you have trouble touching your toes standing up. The ball tie works best with lots and lots of rope, either in one long, single length or in several shorter, easier to handle sections. I find that doing the whole ball bound thing is slow going and often I just give up before it gets tight enough to enjoy. If you do it, tie your ankles first and then wrap rope around the legs and up over your back, being careful about your neck. If you do it right, you leave a loop hanging down your back for your hands and ending near your butt or better yet, on your waist rope where it crosses your spine. Once you have the compression of upper body and upper legs secure, then reach back and put your hands in the loop at your waist. Keep a sharp knife or scissors handy, as you might need them if the hand loop won't release.
One consideration to be understood about a self-tied ball position is that while is exposes your ass and sex rather blatantly, you may not get the release you seek because of the constriction. Nevertheless, I find the ball position a useful variation and have adapted nipple-to-knee cords, a tongue ring to clit ring chain and a few other small additions as helpful from time to time.
Chained and abandoned
As dull as it may sound, this scenario is very popular. Left in a closed room, (or better yet, a cage, cave or actual cell), you are allowed to do as little or as much restraint as you wish. If you have plenty of time, you can invent all sorts of diabolical situations. One such scene has you locking yourself into a combination of chains, (or rope fitted as a chain set would), on a tether or leash, but being permitted to do whatever you might otherwise do if you were alone. Sit in a chair, watch TV, work on a computer, make dinner, use the bathroom or just curl up and go to sleep in your bondage. I do this frequently when the urge to be stringently bound is not there, but I want to be restrained and to enjoy the sense of being controlled and restricted. Certainly, there are all sorts of ways to enhance this situation, from a locked-on brank, hood or head harness to a full body harness and other internal accessories.
How this is all carried out is up to the individual, but it might be said that one reason so many of us often engage in this sort of SB is because it can be relaxing and still satisfies the latent need to be restrained.
Caged or crated
At the opposite end of the above scene is that of being enclosed in a highly restrictive cage, coffin or box. Elsewhere in this book, there is a lengthy story about using cages, so I won't devote much to it here except to say that if you find the feeling of total body compression and enclosure appealing, a nice small cage with heavy bars can be a delight. The best cage designs I know of incorporate movable sides and top so that once inside, you can adjust the confinement to suit. If you want this kind of restraint, but cannot get a real, heavy-duty metal cage, there are kennel-style substitutes that you may find interesting. I see these as symbolic rather than actual cages, but they can work and are usually designed to fold up when not in use.
Locked in a wooden crate can also be a joyous experience. You can make one yourself with a few tools, a well-planned design and some room to store it. I have a crate in my bedroom that is normally used to store my SB equipment, but, emptied out it can serve as a more than adequate private refuge to get away from it all. If you build or acquire a wooden crate, make certain that there are enough air holes to make your time spent in the crate pleasant and free from a struggle to breathe.
Some years ago, I sketched out a folding crate made from half-inch plywood. I took the design idea to a man I knew who was a skilled carpenter and he said he'd make it for me if I let him put me in it. What a deal! It wasn't SB, but he did a wonderful job and, at my request, kept me in there for a full day and night, feeding me through a tube and taking care of all of my needs while I crouched, bound hand and foot, inside the new crate. I still get hot when I smell freshly sawed wood because that twenty-four hours in the folding plywood crate was so memorable.
My design was simple: The two main sides were hinged in the middle. The top, bottom, front and back folded back on the sides once they collapsed. It was heavy, but it worked and was easy to store in the basement. Remember though that in such an enclosure, your body gives off a great deal of heat and without proper ventilation, remaining in the crate can become oppressively hot. So, design vents to allow for lots of fresh air for breathing and heat venting.
I have also seen and tested some wonderful metal cages based on the cartoon series by a French artist, Pichard. These cages are not fun, but they can give you a special experience. Chained and cuffed inside these cramped, heavily barred containers, the captive is further entertained by having solid phallus plugs inserted up the ass and cunt, their head held down with a steel collar fastened to the floor of the cage and a variety of other highly stimulating restraints applied. When it is done right, the cage occupant can do little more than wiggle a finger or toe. Everything else is locked down tight. I have, thanks to some scene friends who are deeper into BDSM than I will ever be, spent a few hours locked into one of these things and I cannot honestly suggest how you might do this on your own. Surely, it is possible and I have fantasized about such confinement many times. It is no worse than an efficient ball tie, but offers the additional stimulus of close confinement and the potential of having head, hands and feet locked to the structure. One woman I know, but haven't seen in a few years, told me she had a cage made for her and then she got engaged and insisted that her husband-to-be experience the cage before they got married. According to her, she goaded him into the test by putting herself in the locked cage and being there, waiting for him, when he got home one night. She was gagged and presented a hopeful subject for his sexual enjoyment in the candle-lit playroom of her house. Apparently, it went as she planned and she said it was the best multi-orgasm she experienced with this partner. Unfortunately, it all went to Hell when, after he let her out, she insisted that he try the cage. He did. She fixed him up as she planned, including locking his sex package down to the base of the cage, gagging him and then leaving him there while he complained and whined. There was no sex between them thereafter and they never married.
What works for some of us may not ever work for others and I offer this end to my narrative to point out that we, as SB aficionados must realize that what we enjoy is anathema and at times appalling to others. End of story.
Chapter Three
Melissa illustrates the benefits of being your own keeper.
Obviously, there is a down side as well and she discusses this in some detail.
The negatives of being an SB loner perhaps
reflect other psychological elements in one's life.
She talks about her experience with curved ass and vaginal hooks.
Melissa - Having it all
For me, the true beauty of self-bondage is that you can have what you want when you want it and not have to rely on anyone else to do it. Obviously, the downside is that you cannot always get what you want, especially if what you want requires another person and there is the loneliness of do-it-yourself sex, which is, in most cases, not nearly as rewarding as having a partner share it with you. Also, and this is the big one, you cannot expect anyone to help you in a crisis when you have fucked up.
Yes, I know there are ways around both of these issues, but in general, these two statements are true. Anyone who wants to try SB needs to know them and understand what they mean. Getting what you want when you want it has brought a lot of people a lot of grief, so be careful what you ask for. For example, if what you want is to be helpless, bound, gagged and stashed in some dark dungeon with a plug up your ass and your tits in shackles, you can spend a lot of time and money trying to get to that place. The deep, dark dungeons don't come cheap, but the rest of the stuff you can get at the local hardware store, on the internet or by visiting your favorite dom. After some debate, I worked at creating a private cell, a place where I could go and enjoy my restraints without being bothered by phones or doorbells. It turned out that a small room, originally intended as a butler's pantry when the house was built in the early 20th century, was ideal for my purposes. It was big enough to hold me and all of my stuff and located in a part of the house, behind the kitchen, where it was seldom used.
I convinced my carpenter friend, John, to build a new wall, closing it off completely, telling him that it was wasted space that I didn't need to heat or cool. Reluctantly, thinking me a little weird, John put in a frame and sheet rock on both sides. Once this was completed, the room vanished as far as any observer was concerned. I used my own tools, including a reciprocating saw, which has other perhaps obvious erotic uses, to cut a small trap door in the sheet rock. Then I installed a stock trap door assembly and put a heavy storage rack in front of it. The stainless steel rack has large wheels and is fashionable in kitchen designs these days. It works perfectly. A set of pulleys and springs allows me to pull the rack back into position once I am inside the room. The same simple system will move the rack and allow me to exit. Nothing complicated, and it's more or less foolproof.
To enter, I wheel the rack back, unlock the trap door and ease through into my private bondage suite. I have heat, air conditioning and light. There is power for AC and DC appliances and a small iron bed that I found in an antique shop. It was necessary to break down the bed to get it into the room, but it was worth it. For BDSM games, alone or with partners, a steel bed frame is a great thing to have.
With a good deal of planning, I rigged overhead eyebolts that extended up through the rafters and would hold five times my weight. I did the same with several locations on the walls, varying the height and space between the eyes and attached rings. While I first considered hanging permanent chains from some of these rings, I later found it more useful to put the chains or ropes I wanted on the rings of choice for each particular session. The idea of some elaborate suspensions was never far from my mind as I prepared this room for my own entertainment. Besides, if anyone by chance found the room, the specter of chains hanging from the walls would probably freak them out, so I left the room looking bare except for the storage cases and trunks on one wall. It was, for the public, nothing more than a storeroom.
My favorite position changes from time to time. But best of all, I suppose I like being tied or chained with my arms behind me, elbows together, ankles crossed, tied and pulled up behind me. Add a hood with a gag and I'm ready to go. Add a couple of dildoes in my cunt and ass hole and the sky will soon come crashing down on me and my body turns volcanic as I am awash in endless hot lava that seeps into every pore of my tortured body. I will scream and struggle, twist and vibrate with the heat, letting it engulf me until I am limp and raggedly satiated. Give me fifteen minutes to recover and I want to do it again.
As to mistakes I've made with SB, they are minuscule compared to my other errors in judgment I can testify to, such as in selecting men friends, selecting a doctor, buying real estate, and so forth. My SB screw-ups usually just cost me time and frustration. For example, I decided that I would like to try using a curved steel hook to complement my other bondage. In appearance, these look non-threatening and the average person probably sees the hook as some sort of garage or garden tool. The way these work is very simple: you have a smooth metal hook made from polished, stainless steel rod of about a quarter to three-eighths inch in diameter or slightly more. It may or may not have a steel ball on one end. The steel ball screws on and usually you can upgrade to a bigger ball if that meets your rectal needs. I went for the smaller ball.
The other end has a welded ring on it and all you have to do is insert the ball end into your butt, with or without lube and let it slowly find its way into your colon. The hook's curve fits in your butt crack and the straight end of the shaft lies flat against your back. You then tie or connect a rope or chain to the ring on the hook and set up the amount of tension you like. Hook it to a head harness and pull your head back smartly and you will find this clever and simple tool can make your bound life immensely more interesting. I have used this thing quite a bit, but it is tough on the butt hole and not something you might want to have up there all the time. I found that it works best connected to the back of my collar, gag strap, or head harness, but at times I just tie it to my hands, which are bent over my head or tied behind me. As my arms get tired of this onerous position, the tension creeps up and I am fighting to keep from tearing the ass flesh with this monster hook.
The one thing I didn't pay attention to with the hook was making sure the ball was tightly screwed on. Unless you use a condom, the hook needs to be well cleaned and sterilized after each use. The ball must be removed and cleaned as well. Once, when I thought that I had replaced the ball and screwed it back on, I apparently neglected this little chore and soon discovered that when I removed the hook from my ass the ball was nowhere to be found. It took me awhile to figure out where the ball was and then, as you can imagine, getting it out was lots of fun. The phrase "shitting steel balls" has a familiar ring to it now. One solution to all of this is to simply use a condom over the ball or the end of the hook. This works for sanitation as well as for perhaps avoiding a game of ball retrieval. Some hook versions have no ball and need to be used with more care to avoid puncturing the intestine wall.