Hello readers.  I’m trimming some of my usual fluff and streamlining this chapter a bit.  Here comes a time jump all the way up to November or December (can’t remember which exactly) of 2023.  Just a couple of months ago.  Very recent and topical, right?

At this point, I’m really dang good at self-bondage.  It’s not bragging if it’s true, y’all!  But I’m definitely craving some submission/being Dommed.  Hard to say exactly, but it had probably been over a year since the last time I’d actually submitted to someone else.  Even longer since anyone had tied me up and treated me like a plaything.  Full disclosure, my best friend and designated safety spotter and I were having occasional casual rope sessions.  She was trying to bring some spice into her and her husband’s love life and I was quite happy to be her practice dummy.  That being said, this wasn’t like being Dommed.  Just wanted to clarify that because (we’ll call her) Kelly and I are actually advancing these play sessions, lately, and there might be a chapter in the future dealing with that.  Who knows….but anyway…

I decided to try to scratch the submissive itch with some fun, predicament bondage.  And I came up with a sweet self-bondage challenge that originated in some of my “Mark” fantasies from back in college.  Remember Mark?  The university athletic trainer that strapped me down with electricity-delivery devices attached to my body?  If not, go back and read Chapter 2.  As for this Chapter (made it to 5 y’all!!), I’m giving you not only the 99% real self-bondage session from 3 months ago, but you’ll also get the fantasy that inspired it from over a decade ago.  Two for one!!

I’ll start with me already tied up.  I was laying on my belly right in the middle of the air mat.  Now might be a good time to mention my attire.  Generally, I conduct my self-bondage wearing a sports bra and panties.  But today, seeing as how I wanted to be extra vulnerable, I was completely naked.  And it was cold on the concrete floor of the unfinished basement of my Kentucky home (LOVE living in Kentucky!)  As for the bondage, I was wearing leather wrist cuffs that were tethered to the front set of handles on the air mat.  Instead of rope, I used a chain today so I could attached the tethers to the rings with pad locks.  My legs were leather strapped into a frogtie.  My bent legs were spread apart with tethers tied around my knees and anchored to the handles at the rear of the mat.  The mat is inflated, and I’m stretch out without any slack.  I’m very well-practiced at this position and it’s always super tight!

Now for the accessories.  Today I was wearing a leather collar with a steel D ring.  The collar was tied off to the support pole directly in front of the mat.  I have two such poles in this room in the basement.  They sit on footers and hold up the steel I-beam that supports the weight of the house.  So, they are immovable objects.  The mat, when inflated, just about fits perfectly between the two poles.  Anyway, the effect of the collar tether was just to limit my ability to shift around and wiggle once the mat was partially DE-flated.  The reason for that will be clear in a moment….

I also have my typical massage wand taped to my thigh, and tied to a crotch rope because….redundancy!  But for more submission/vulnerability, I had also inserted an inert (but rather large) dildo as well as a rarely used butt plug in their respective “homes.”  The crotch rope was tight and made contact with both of those toys so the wand vibrations would be transferred in, on and through all my most sensitive parts.

So, to recap, I’m spread eagled with frog tied legs on the inflated mat with a collar tethered off to a pole in front of the mat and lots of stimulation going on below the waste.  Now for some devilish stuff.  The key to the pad locks (remember the pad locks) was inside of a sock that was rolled up (with another sock) and stuffing my mouth.  My mouth was sealed with a couple of great big strips of microfoam tape.  And THAT was sealed with at least a dozen really tight turns of duct tape all the way around my head.  See the predicament?  I can’t unlock my wrist cuffs unless until I unwrap all of the tape and get the key out of my sock gag.  I think that’s called “amaze-balls.”

One quick update on my air mat rig.  At this point, instead of using the Christmas light timer, I’ve upgraded.  Now I’m using wifi enabled remote control power outlets and a smart phone app (Enbrighten) to control them.  I have two outlets.  The air compressor was plugged into one of them (plug 1).  The wand was plugged into the other one (plug 2).  With my phone, I can push the icon for either outlet and turn them on or off.  But more importantly, I can also program them to turn on or off at specific times.  I set the following schedule for this session.  At 10 PM, Plug 1 would turn off for 5 minutes.  At 10:05 PM, Plug 1 and Plug 2 would both turn on.  At 10:15, Plug 2 would turn off.  At 10:30, Plug 1 would turn off and Plug 2 would turn on.  (PS.  Don’t worry, I’ll explain who all of this effected my bondage in a second.  Hang in there!)  At 10:40, Plug 1 would turn on and Plug 2 would turn off.  At midnight, Plug 2 would turn on, and stay on.  At 2:00 AM, Plug 1 would turn off.  Here comes the explanation of the predicament….

At 10:00, the mat would begin to deflate.  Now remember, it takes a couple of minutes for it to deflate so it’s not like I’m instantly free.  Also, even when fully deflated, this is pretty heavy tarp material, AND I’m laying on it, AND my collar is still tethered to the pole, AND, my legs are still in a frog tie, so it’s not super easy to get much leverage or use my arms and hands.  At 10:05, the mat starts to inflate again, AND the wand turns on….buuzzzzzz.  So, I only had 5 minutes to fight the deflating mat and reach the duct tape, unwind it all, get the socks out, get the key out AND unlock one of the pad locks.  Total race against the clock!  Ohhhh, gawd….that….tingles…..

If I didn’t get out, the mat would inflate again, and the wand would stay on until 10:15 to “punish” me for my failure.  *GRIN*.  But then 15 minutes later, at 10:30, the pressure would really be on.  I’d now have a full 10 minutes of deflating and deflated mat to get the key out and unlock a cuff, HOWEVER, the wand would be buzzing and distracting me the whole time.  If I didn’t make it out by 10:40, the mat would inflate again, and the wand would turn off.  And then I’d have to wait.  And at midnight, the wand would turn on, and not turn off.  And finally, at 2:00 AM, the mat would deflate for good, and I’d be able to get out.

How’s all of that sound?  Pretty freaking awesome predicament, right?  And now for the fantasy that this came from.

Hang on.  You didn’t want to read how the session went, did you?  You did?  Really?  OK, if you really want to know….

I was stretch out tight in my spread-eagle grinning as much as my gag would allow.  I got to tell you, I was so completely proud of this one.  I had a few minutes, so I gave it a half-hearted struggle.  Didn’t want to tire myself out yet, but I couldn’t resist a little play time.  The collar tether was more effective than I expected.  I guess I didn’t realize how much I shifted and leaned to one side or the other when struggling in bondage.  Having my head pretty effectively immobilized all but prevented any of that kind of shifting.  And all of my pulling and grinding managed to bounce the wand around and tickle my toys through the attached crotch rope.  Oh, this was fun, and I knew more fun was about to start.

Before I was even ready, the air compressor went silent, and the mat began deflating.  I immediately started pulling my left arm down toward my head.  I also tried to slide my body “up” the mat toward my hands but without being able to use my legs, that just wasn’t happening yet.  The deflating mat did not want to flex.  I need less rigidity to be able to pull one arm down that much, much less both of them, which I’d need to work the key.  Tick, tick, tick went my internal clock.  Several minutes of continued efforts to pull, with each attempt gaining more and more distance, until finally my fingers contact the collar and latched on.  Feeling clever, I now used my back to arch my body which pulled on the tether with more force than I could must with just my arm strength, and the corner of the mat finally flopped over allowing my hand to reach the tape wrap.  I started clawing away at the tape looking for the edges while also trying to pull my right arm down to join the effort.  Unfortunately, folding the mat freed my one arm but also forced most the remain air over to the right side, so that arm was still pretty much pinned.

Tick, tick, tick….I couldn’t have much time left.

I had a good grip on the end of the tape, and I started to unwind.  It wasn’t easy.  I rolled my head opposite of the direction I was unwrapping to add force.  My left arm was already feeling pretty tired.  The tape felt very sticky.  Each unwind of tape was a struggle.  I was just over halfway finished (I think) when the air compressor started up again.  Oh shit!   Buuuzzzzzz!

Luckily, I had just managed to pull my right hand down and with both hands involved, I quickly finished unraveling my tape wraps.  I peeled away the microfoam layer (ouch!).  Then I half spit, half pulled out the wad of socks.  Dang, those vibrations.  So deep.  I was using both hands reach inside and free the handcuff key.  Got it!  With both hands now pulled in front of me where I could see, I started working the key into the pad lock on my right wrist.  Only….my arms were gently being pulled out to their corners again.  No, no, no….  AHhhh, I moaned.  I was in a pre-orgasm.  Fuck I was too excited.  Needed to focus.  I bared down and pulled both arms back in the inch or two I’d lost and started searching for the lock opening with the key.  The lock kind of just swung around on the ring it was attached to.  I really needed to hold it down, but I was using all of my strength and focus to hold my hands close together, so I could do anything about the lock.  I was losing this fight.  I knew there was nothing I could do but wait for the next break for the air compressor.  And I relaxed my arms and let the mat expand.  And I was back in the spread eagle.  On the plus side, I wasn’t gagged anymore, AND I held the key to my freedom in my left hand.  And even better, I had 10 more minutes of “punishment” from the wand coming.  Now that I wasn’t resisting or distracted with trying to escape, I embraced the rising waves.  Both inserted toys felt like they were pulsing, filling me so full.  I squirmed and bucked.  I don’t use a butt plug often and almost never when I’m having wand stimulation.  I was finding it tantalizingly uncomfortable and a totally intense and exotic pressure that enhanced the strength of the orgasm.  Totally naked, totally unencumbered, I strained but was held fast and screamed and panted with clenched eyes and drool forming in the corners of my wet mouth.  The pleasure was explosive.  It went on and on.  It was the longest I’d maintained an orgasm in my recollection.  It finally subsides at about the same time the wand turns off.  If I could have curled up into a fetal position, I would have.  Instead, I twitched and savored the tremors and aftershocks.  This was the helplessness and the excitement I so very much desired.  And the session wasn’t finished.  Tick, tick, tick….

Dear readers, I know I promised you a fantasy section too, but I think this is already a lot to digest, and the session still isn’t finished.  I think we all could use a little break.  Don’t you?  I need a shower because I got myself worked up just writing it.  I’ll see you back here for part 2 of the session, and then the fantasy too.  K?  K.