I’m probably making a mistake in doing this, but I’m going to share something I haven’t shared before.  And that’s saying something.  I mean, I’ve given play-by-play descriptions of my self-bondage masturbation sessions.  Lol.

OK, anyway, here’s the share.  I sometimes take “requests” from some of the wonderful people that are part of our Deviantart community.  And to be more accurate, with some of the folks I’ve met and that I chat with, it’s more like a directive than a request.  This part seems complicated to me.  Maybe it’s not.  Don’t know.  You can decide.  I’ll just try to explain.  So, I’m basically an easy-going chica.  I love meeting people and talking about this and that.  We call it being “down home” here in Kentucky.  Everyone is family.  Nobody gets judged.  Everyone is accepted for who they are.  God, I love living in Kentucky!

So, with that being said, when someone sends me a message and we start to chat, I’m going to be “down home,” with them.  However, if they’re a Dom, and if that fact becomes known (some Doms keep it on the down low, I think), then I just have to extend them a certain level of courtesy an uncollared submissive should show to any Dom or Domme.  Basically, that means turning up the respect a little more and referring to Them as Sir or Ma’am.  I try to use correct capitalization, but I’m pretty terrible at remembering that.  But here I go, giving too much information again.  (Someone recently told me my literature is hard to get through because of all of the “extraneous” information….like this.)

I’m almost to the hogtie.  Hang in there.

So, that’s what I do in casual interactions with Dom/mes I meet.  But then there are the very small collection of individuals that I’ve met on Deviantart that, well, W/we’ve just really hit it off.  W/we get each other’s jokes.  W/we talk about bondage, about movies, about food….whatever.  W/we just click!  I guess W/we’re social media friends.  And some of my Deviantart friends are Dom/mes.  And when it comes to the level of courtesy I have to extend to my Dom/me FRIENDS, it’s up a notch.  A couple of notches really.  Sometimes W/we’ll help each other with writing.  They might help me out with my self-bondage by giving me suggestions.  Sometimes They’ll even remotely control my air mat or my massage wand for me.  Suffice it to say that W/we’re close and there’s a certain level of trust present.  And due to that trust, for just a select couple of Dom/mes, I submit to what they tell me to do.  Even though I’m not owned by Them.

Good lord it took me a long to time to explain all of that.  Lol.  Sorry for the extraneous information!

But the point of telling you that was because I’m writing this self-bondage experiment journal entry in response to just a fabulously fun self-bondage session that one such “special” Dom/me friend of mine tasked me with performing.  And I really, really appreciate Them!  They’ve pushed me at times.  They’ve been creative and bold.  They’ve basically added levels of interest and spice that I hadn’t come up with on my own.

I love all of my Devinatart friends, and I love sharing my experiences in these journals entries I post.  But I also wanted to take the first part of this entry to give a SPECIAL acknowledgement to the folks who write with me, create with me, encourage me and chat with me behind the scenes.  I’ve gotten so much happier and more confident since I’ve been here,and Y/you all have so much to do with it!

OK.  Onto the hogtie!!!

If you’ve read this far (obviously you have because you’re reading this) then you’re probably familiar with my self-bondage set up with the air mat and tether lines and anchor points.  If you aren’t, please go back and read Tina’s Journey of Bondage and Submission CH 1.  That’ll give you the basics.  I’ve written about hogties before, so some of this will be familiar.  But first, this is the set up.  I was challenged with/told to perform, a TIGHT hogtie using my massage wand for one hour with total sensory deprivation while wearing a collar, high heels and nothing else.  This Dom/me wanted to give me a fun session so They included some of my favorite elements, but They also wanted to work on some psychological conditioning.  Specifically, the goal was to associate heels and my collar with pleasure.  Which is just super nice of Them, right?  Right!

What I decided to do was go with a box tie for my arms.  I just love box ties for struggling!  Straight arm ties are better if I’m relying on crotch rope friction for stimulations, but with the want, the crotch rope kind of needs to be still so it holds the wands where it’s supposed to be held.  Tee Hee.

So for my arms, I used straps to pin them to my sides at the elbow and up by the shoulders.  My wrists were in leather cuffs with tethers that ran through a carabiner that I secured in the center of the small of my back to the waist belt that held the crotch rope.  I’d have full range of motion with my arms until the tethers were pulled out and my cuffs would be dragged down to the carabiner.  I tied my legs with straps at the ankles, below the knees and on the thighs.

I knelt on my deflated mat, sitting back on my heels (my black, 3-inch heels).  I was wearing a harness ball gag.  I had stuffed my ears with memory foam ear plugs.  And I’d wrapped my head like 100 times with a stretchy bandage.  I just love the feeling of sensory deprivation!   I couldn’t see or hear a thing.

Now for the “tricky” part.  I had a tether that ran from my ankles through the O Ring at the top of my harness gag (top of my head basically) and then straight up to the ceiling.  Using my arms (remember, my hands aren’t tied yet), I lowered myself down from kneeling to being prone on my belly.  Doing this pulled out the slack in the ankle-to-harness gag tether and caused my back to arch fairly strenuously.  It wasn’t uncomfortable.  I was careful to make sure I’d still be OK to struggle.  But it was STRICT.  But as strict as it was, all I had to do was push myself back up and the arch would be relaxed, and I’d be able to untie myself.

Time to lock it in!

My air mat was set to power on and stay on for an hour.  It would then turn off for two minutes to give me a slim chance to escape and then turn back on for another hour to punish me if I failed to escape.  SPOILER ALERT.  I failed to escape, so this lasted 2 hours.  LOL.  Also, my wand was set for the medium power setting and programmed to turn on and stay on for the first hour.

Right on time, the air mat turned on and inflated, slowly lifting me off the basement floor a few inches.  More importantly, the front and the back of the mat extended out as it filled with air.  My wrist tethers were attached to the handles on the sides of the mate behind me.  So as the mat inflated back, those handles extended back, and the tethers dragged my cuffed wrists together at the carabiner in the small of my back.  The box tie was locked in.

And there was one more tether.  Remember the collar?  I also ran a tether from the O Ring in the front of my collar down to the handles on the sides of the mat out in front of me.  I was not stretched out between the tethers pulling my wrists back toward the handles behind me, and the tethers securing my collar to the anchors in front of me.  Recall also that my harness gag is tethered to the ceiling straight above me and (hopefully) you can picture me arched, hogtied, head wrapped, and not going ANYWHERE for an hour (really two hours, Tee Hee!).

Just as I was beginning to enjoy the wonderfully tight embrace of my sensory-less helplessness, the wand started up.  And Medium isn’t High but sure as HECK ain’t LOW either.  And I hadn’t been directed to resist climaxes, in fact, I’d been directed to associate my accessories with pleasure.  So, I gladly complied and associated for that hour as hard as I possibly could.  Lol.  I’ve talked about “rolling orgasms” plenty of times before, so I’ll spare you those details.  K?

When the mat deflated the first time, two minutes just wasn’t enough time.  The mat was inflating again almost as soon as it was all the way deflated.  I was able to pull my arms most of the way down to my sides, but I wasn’t able to get pushed up enough to unbuckle any of my straps, much less undo my harness gag tether which was the real linchpin to escape.  I had to wait another hour, which I spent mostly struggling and trying unsuccessfully to get off on the crotch rope.  Once the mat deflated, I actually had to lay there for a bit to let my arms recover enough to get pushed all the way back up to my knees.  But I did.  And I eventually got myself all the way untied.

All of that was about three hours ago, and I haven’t really stopped to think about the success of the pleasure association exercise.  I’d probably have to walk around in the heels and collar without the bondage and wand to see if it felt differently doing so now.  I’ll definitely chat with my good Dom/me Friend about it and see what They think.  And I’m sure They’ll have an opinion and other experiments They’ll direct me to try before long.

Hope you all enjoyed the read half as much as I enjoyed the experience.  Love you all!!