Thanks for the great motivation and the challenging add on details “suggested” by my friends here on Deviantart.  Y’all are the best!

Hope you guys had a great weekend.  Mine started off with babysitting, because I’m the cool aunt.  Which I’m sure none of y’all believe.  What with me being such a stick in the mud and everything.  Right?  Right!  Lol.  Fortunately, I found some time to ALSO give this cool and creative new bondage position a full trial run!  As usual, I’m gonna share the details with you!  Tee hee!

I already told you guys in the first part how I went through the trial and error to come up with, what I’m going to humbly call, a super smart new way of fastening my self bondage rigs.  I’m talking about pulling the knot through the chain link, but needing to use all of my body weight to pull it through, and then not being able to pull the knot back the other way without having a handle or something immovable to hold onto and then jerking my body really hard against the knot.  Remember that?  If not, you’d better go back and read Part 1, because I’m not writing all of that all over again.

I did, however, just want to comment on the fact that this method of fastening restraints might be new for me, but it’s not new to the universe.  It’s actually a lot like how they used to lock metal cuffs on slaves way, way back in the Roman Empire.  There’s even a scene in the movie Gladiator where the gladiators are having cuffs locked on by a blacksmith.  The black smith had a hammer and a metal pin.  The pin had two wider balls on each end.  He’d close the cuffs around the gladiator’s wrist so the metal clasps on the ends of the two halves of a cuff would line up and form a sort of tunnel.  Then he’d use his hammer to drive the pin down through the “tunnel,” making it so the clasps to the cuff couldn’t open.  To release the cuffs, they had to line up another, metal pin on top of the one locking the “tunnel,” and us a hammer to make that pin knock the pin with the rounds ends out of the cuffs sot he clasps could release.

So, the method I came up with works kind of the same way, only, instead of a pin that’s too wide at the ends to get back out of the “tunnel,” I am using a knot that’s too wide to easily be pulled through a narrow link of chain.  Instead of a hammer, I’m using my body weight.  Instead of a pin to focus the power of the hammer, I’m holding onto something sturdy, so all of my force is directed toward yanking the knot back through link.  I’m sure y’all got it, and if you don’t, you’re gonna have to trust me.  It works!  LOL.

History of Ancient Restraints is finished.   Now onto modern times…

I was going to do a shoulder harness with some straps and tether that to the ceiling.  But I got to thinking about it and realized it wasn’t really necessary.  My elbow straps were going to be plenty tight with my elbows bent.  They weren’t going to slip down.  The ceiling tether is usually to prevent slippage and to cinch them and that’s not needed this time.  Also, where I like for my body to be tightly bound, I really like to by mobile so I can enjoy a vigorous struggle.  So I ditched the shoulder harness, and I’m really glad that I did.

Oh yeah, sorry, I’m jumping around a bit.  Haven’t written stream of consciousness in a bit.  So, about the rust.  Lol.  I need to back up.  Remember how I used the dangling carabiners as my anchors to lock my wrists loops to my shoulders?  Well, my plan was to use those same carabiners as my “handles” when it came time to escape.  Id just grab the carabiner with one hand and then lean back toward the ground and maybe bounce a bit, and let gravity and my body weight work the knot back out through the link.  While I was in my bondage session, I’d be prone and unable to reach the carabiners.  I’d have to get back up to my knees before I could reach them.  For all the guys reading this, you can’t pull this move off.  Sorry.  Your center of gravity is your chest.  And with your hands tied up to your shoulders, that would make you way to top heavy.  You’d make it to a “tripod” position where you were on your knees and on your forehead.  But when you went to get your head off the ground so you could rock back onto your frog tied legs, you’d never make it.  You might get a couple inches off the ground.

We females have a lower center of gravity because of our hips and asses.  Also because of less bone mass and muscle density in the upper body.  So, all that being said, once I was no longer locked down in a prone position, I’d be able to kneel up and reach the carabiners.

And finally, here’s how I got myself locked into the prone position.  I started kneeling.  I applied my gag and my sensory deprivation rig (more on that in a second), I turned on the mat timer and ditched my phone.  Then I used the carabiners to “lock my cuffs.”  My legs were already tied in a frog tie.  So now I just had to lean down to the ground, carefully, with my forehead and slide out into a prone position and wait for the mat to inflate.

Before long, I felt that mat hum to life.  I couldn’t hear it or see it, mind you.  That’s because I was wearing memory foam ear plugs and my head was wrapped excessively with a very long elastic compression bandage.  It’s like a comforting BDSM hug for my head.  Tee Hee!  I was also using a harness ball gag, but because some people (who will go unnamed) have an affinity for super effective gags, I used a pair of clean panties as extra stuffing.  So between the panties, the ball and the compression wrap holding my mouth closed, I could see, speak or hear.  Nothing to think about except for the pulses of my wand, which would be turning on any moment…

I felt the mat inflate underneath and all around me.  I had positioned myself exactly between two of the handles on the sides of the mat.  My bent knees were each tethered to a handle.  This caused my legs to be splayed out in basically a bent leg straddle splits.  I’m super flexible for my age (thank you cheerleading), but I’m not flexible enough to completely flatten my pelvis into the ground.  I was close.  But my hips were raised about 2 inches off the mat putting much of my body weight on my bent legs up around the inner thigh and the knee.  I was definitely stretched to my comfortable limit.  Which is a lot better than being stretched BEYOND my comfortable limit!

Having my hips slightly raised like this also caused me to be leaning hard onto my chest.  I had a bit of a back arch going and my was making a more pronounced intent into the mat than usual.  I decided to take the new position for a spin and I slid my upper body around from side to side.  I’m not usually free to explore this much.  I usually have a collar tether or shoulder harness that keeps me basically in the same spot.  But now, I was able to arch at my waist and extend my mummified head just about all the way to the edge of the mat.  When I did, it felt like the mat lifted up just a bit from my weight all being on just one side.  I wondered if I could flip the mat this way?

My deep contemplations had me unprepared for the wand to activate.  It was set for medium and set for a full hour.  No breaks.  No other sensory input.  Just lot’s of surface stimulation and a little penetration from the crotch rope.  MMMMmmmmm.  It felt so good.  The wand was kind of dangling from the crotch rope due to the fact that my hips were raised.  It wasn’t pushed up into me that way it is in most of my bondage rigs.  This was creating a less concentrated effect.  It was more like the whole area getting massaged than the aggressive, sometimes piercing attention the wand give me when I can lean onto it more.

I felt like I could handle this level all day.  So comfortable.  My ass cheeks felt the pulse ripple through them.  I had a gentle tremor rumbling through my thighs.  I squirmed a little.  I really didn’t want to move much at all.  The sensation was highly hypnotic.  I think I was moaning.  I might have been more like panting.  Not that breathing was difficult.  I was not resisting.  I was just letting the wand work on me.  One of my hands found that it could just barely reach the upper, upper, upper portion of my naked boobs.  I scraped the sensitive flesh with my soft, smooth nails.  It tickled luxuriously which is a significant reaction from such a small touch.  The warmth inside my belly was building.  It was still spread out all over my core.  Just getting more powerful.

My calm and peaceful ride was becoming a bit more wild.  I hadn’t been thinking about the helplessness I was experiencing.  If you didn’t know, helplessness is a crazy hot turn on for me.  Can’t explain it.  Just is.  Well, like I said, the way it started, I was just kind of a human puddle, not wanting to move, just wanting to soak in the comfort.  But as the pleasure continued, it kind of accumulated like a snowball.  And with that, I couldn’t help but roll my body with the rhythm I was feeling.  And as I involuntarily attempted movement and was prevented from those movements by my bondage rig, the helplessness was pushed to the forefront.  And with THAT, my arousal was suddenly picking up steam.

I had a pretty long time left and I could just let myself cum gently a few times and feel fabulous!  But I couldn’t resist the bondage.  And I started playing damsel games in my head.  I started testing my bondage.  I tugged my arm, trying to stretch it open, but I couldn’t pull my tied wrist away from the anchor on my shoulder at all.  I bit down on my gag and flexed my inner thighs and tried to pull my legs into each other so I could rise up a bit for more leverage.  But I couldn’t budge my legs.  If anything, I slipped out into a wider split.

God the wand moved into me more.  It was like I went from low to high.  This was not a gentle ride anymore.  And I was maybe halfway done.

My shoulders were suddenly screaming at me.  With my elbows pulled back in their straps and my arms bent as they were, there was already a decent strain on my shoulders.  With the wand now flush on my pussy, I was more bucking than rolling with the rhythm.  I was squeezing my shoulders tightly and clenching my eyes.  I was flexing everything I could flex.  Now breathing was getting to be work.  My chest wasn’t heaving.  Instead I was taking in rapid, shallow breaths.  I tried to slide my hips back up again to get back off the wand and find that comfortable ride I’d started with but the whatever shifted when I slid out into the wider splits was not un-shifting.  My brain was receiving way too many signals with no other input to distract.  I was focused, precisely, on how everything felts.  My now throbbing shoulders.  My biceps felt like they were cramping.  My groin muscles were tightly stretched.  I’d gone from feeling so much freedom of movements at first to now feeling completely dominated.  My limbs were all folded up onto each other where they were uselessly weak.

The wave of surface stimulation had followed the crotch rope and built and built and finally found their way deep inside my womb.  I screamed.  It was such a sudden response.  I felt explosions of pleasure and tingling and convulsing.  Imagine your body convulsing when it can’t move.  I screamed.  My wrapped head rolled from side to side on the mat.  I was fighting my beautiful bondage rig as hard as I could.  I noticed the slickness of the surface of the mat.  My smooth and sweaty skin felt frictionless on it.  I arched up, lifting my chest up off the mat in a maximum effort.  I can’t imagine what I must have looked like in that moment.  Useless arms, fingers stretching out.  Exposed, sweaty chest.  A muffled scream and blinded eyes.  Contorted bound legs, nothing but dead weight.  No control over the pure animal desire that was overcoming me.  This moment must have been a pure and distilled picture of submission.

I was made for this.  I knew it as I trembled.  It’s as if I’d forgotten.  I don’t do anything as naturally as submit.  I found myself back in a place I’d been to a handful of times.  I was contemplating the precipice of surrender.  The back and forth.  The pros and cons I’ve been over before.  Domination is so alluring.  Its call is such intoxication.  I only really feel it like THIS in the rarest of moments of true and complete helplessness.  I love it so much.

This write-up took a direction I wasn’t quite expecting.  I kind of feel like wrapping up right here.  To sum up the end of the session, I spent the last half hour living my best submissive life, twitching and crying as relentless helplessness induced waves of orgasmic bliss hit me, one after the other.

I had a bit of a snafu on getting free.  Once the mat deflated, it was 10 or 15 minutes before I could move.  I was wiped out.  I might still be laying there except my shoulders were killing me so much I forced myself to move to find relief.  I got back up onto my knees and I found the dangling carabiners just fine.  The problem I had was that I could only “grab” them with two fingers.  And when I leaned back and tried to jerk the knot free of the chain link, it hurt those fingers.  I found that I couldn’t hold on long enough to pull the know through.  I spent about the next half hour, crawling around, hooded and hobbled, until I found the railing of the stairs and used that as a handle to pull my hand free.  I was never worried.  More exasperated than anything.  Lol.

It was all a really good time.  It was quite a throw back for me to the more intense sessions I used to have leading up to the dog crate experiment.  And I guess I was missing doing these.  Funny how things can slide into the background when you let them, isn’t it?!  Hope you enjoyed the read.  Have a great week!!  Love ya’ll!!