You remember the rigging and the rules from part 1.  If not, click into my gallery.  The write up is next to this one.  You can’t miss it!  LOL.  

To refresh your memory, I’m tied up a lot like this picture right here.  Only my head is wrapped up like a mummy and I’ve got a leash on my collar that’s tethered down to the floor in front of the large, “wedge” mat that inflated underneath me while I was cuffing my hands together behind my back and through a leather strap buckled around my waist.  

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I’m about to start writing, but first I feel compelled to admit that I TOTALLY underestimated this challenge.  Check that.  It wasn’t a challenge.  It was a task.  It was commanded to me that I complete it.  Right @Crab-hermit ??  Full disclosure.  It’s a task I would have gladly done with minimal coercion.  But the fact that this was a full-on Master to slave order made it so very, very much better.  Tee Hee!

Anyway, here we go.

I was on the deflated mat, right where I’d marked off my measurements.  When inflated, I’d be at the bottom of the hill and the leash would be taut on the surface all the way up and over the hill and down to the anchor in the concrete.  There was a chance that the S-Hook would slip out of the anchor during inflation which would make this session kind of a bust, but I felt pretty comfortable that it would stay put long enough for the slack to get pulled out and then gravity and tension would keep it locked in.  

The key to my padlock (the one holding my cuffs together) was really the X-factor in this session.  I could make it easy on myself and put the key behind me.  That way after I crawled to the top and shook the S-hook free of the O-Ring, I could probably slide down the mat and only crawl a bit backwards to reach the key.  Alternatively, I could take the “harder” route and put the key somewhere out in front of the mat.  That would require me to get unhooked, slide down the mat to the floor and then crawl forward again past the mat and to wherever the key was located.  Considering the fact that I was going to be thoroughly blindfolded and also disoriented for going up and down and then around (plus from the wand on the “high” setting), I elected for the shorter route and put the key behind me a little way.  I also put the key on a lanyard that was nice and long, so I’d be able to find it super easy and handle it, even if I was trembling for a series of forced orgasms.  I mean, shit Y’all, in the unlikely event that scaling the hill was a problem, I’d be stuck on the incline getting vibed for a half hour!  

With the key safely stowed behind me, my gag (not head wrap) already inserted, the wand secured (but not turned on) my leather wrist cuffs locked on each wrist (but not yet locked together), and my leach slack all bunched up in front of me, ready to be pulled out as the mat rises up, I was ready.  I turned on my timer for the mat.  It would start to inflate in 7 minutes.  Then it would stay on for 30 minutes.  But I wasn’t even worried about that.  I was very certain I’d reach the top of the mat in half the allotted time.  It’s not like I haven’t crawled all over my basement in all manner of bondage more times than I can remember.  Right?  Right!

First things first.  I sat back on my already frogtied legs.  I had the leather strap down around my ankle and wrapped up high above my thigh, almost to my hips.  By sitting back hard on my heels, I was able to pull each strap one more notch.  Zero slack!  My calves and hamstrings were smashed together, flat as could be.  

Next, I started my head wrap.  My ears had memory foam ear plugs in them already.  Not that hearing was any kind of advantage in escaping.  Or so I thought at the time I inserted them.  I carefully wrapped the 10 feet of 4-inch-wide elastic bandage around and around my entire head.  I pulled it tight on each pass.  Besides horizontal wraps, I also made several vertical passes under my chin and up over my head, forcing my jaw to stay locked on the socks packing my mouth.  I wouldn’t be able to make much of any sounds and I wouldn’t be able to hear or see a thing.  

Now wrapped up in my comfy sensory cocoon, I went to work on my arms.  I picked up the preset rope loop I’d made for my elbows.  It was in a figure 8, so each arm would go through one opening.  I wiggle my arms inside and worked the loops up onto my triceps, well above my elbows.  This wasn’t restrictive, but it would be once my hands were secured to my waist strap.  But I couldn’t do my wrists until after I manually turned on the wand between my legs.  And with the wand on high, I was going to wait until the last minute for that.

With everything else in place, I lowered myself down onto my stomach with the small padlock in my left hand.  I reached down to the wand and made sure I could find the controls.  No problems there.  The mat was cold.  We’ve had super cold Winter weather, and my basement has exactly one heat vent for the entire space, so it gets cool.  The surface of the mat was tacky, like new tarp material tends to be.  It’ll wear down and get smoother the more I use it.  I rolled my right foot around in small circles.  The strap was really tight, and I couldn’t make a wide circle.  Something I didn’t noted when I was kneeling, but now that I was prone, I realized that with the frogtie as tight as I’d made it, when I was resting “flat,” my knees were actually pulled up off the ground.  My thighs were flexed so much they created a curved bulge.  Instead of the entire surface area of my leg being in contact with the mat surface, only the several inch “peak” of my thigh muscle was actually touching it.  

WWhhoooooshhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

Even plugged, I faintly heard the rumbling of the air compressor.  I also felt the mat flapping around me where I wasn’t weighing it down.  Those areas would inflate first before it would inflate beneath me and lift me up off the now uncomfortably cold concrete.  I needed to finish my rigging.  I reached down with my right hand and pressed the power button on the wand.  I recoiled from the shock of the strong tremors the vibrations sent right through me.  I usually use the medium setting, and I hadn’t used the wand much at all for a month of longer.  Dang.  I was more out of practice than I was thinking I was.

It would still be a few minutes before I’d have to worry about orgasm control.  Plenty of time to lock my cuffs.  I had the leather waist strap on tight, but by “sucking in,” I was able to slide my left hand under the belt.  That was the hand holding the lock.  Being super careful, I found the d-ring on my right cuff.  Then I slid my right arm over.  It was a tricky operation because my cuffs were so close together and I could barely reach the D-rings with my fingers.  But just as I was starting to feel myself coming up off the ground, I was able to get a good connection with the lock passing through both D-rings.  With the fingers of my left hand holding the lock steady, my right hand pinched it shut, and I relaxed my arms and found them held securely in place in the small of my back.  My elbows were bent at a little more than a right angle which caused them to flare out as much as my rope figure 8 would allow.  It was a pretty simple bit of arm bondage, but it sure did the job.  I could strain really hard, but I couldn’t find a bit of slack on my arms.  And the 3-inch metal ring and pad lock tether connecting my wrist cuffs was just barely long enough to wrap around the waist strap.  All told, I could wiggle my shoulders and flail my hands about, but I had no range of motion and not way to get free without the key.

Things were getting cool now.  The last 25% or so of the mat filled up fast.  I went for from flat to leaning back in seconds.  The somewhat disconcerting sensation was the sudden tension from the leash and collar.  I’d measured it precisely and my measurements were good.  The coldness might have caused my tether line to compress because in the last bit of inflation, my collar totally pulled me up and forward a couple of inches.  Come to think of it, I probably slid down the surface those couple of inches during inflation.  It doesn’t matter, really.  The result was that my body was stretch out as taut as the tether was.  

But my design was really accurate.  The only minor surprises were the couple of inches down the hill I was starting from and the slight arch in my back caused from my thighs being flexed as they were.  There WAS one other thing, actually.  By not having my legs as flat on the surface as I’d planned, my hips were kind of rolled up and back.  It was just a little, but it was enough to cause the angle of the wand to change.  The crotch rope seemed to get tighter and the head of the wand was not MORE than just up against my naked vagina.  It was more parting my lips and coming in to see how things were going.  “Quite nicely Mr. Hitashi.  Thanks for asking!”

“Mmmm.  OK.  You can’t just lay here, or this is going to be a long session for you, Tina-girl.”  

Time to start the climb.  I decided I’d just “walk” up the hill on my tied legs.  I sort of rolled onto my left leg and hip so I could lift up my right leg and place it down higher up on the hill than before.  This seemed to work.  Now I’d just roll onto the right leg and hip, a few inches higher than I’d just been, and lift the left leg up.  In this way, I’d incrementally make my way up the 6 feet or so I need to get my collar clear of the peak of the mat, one 4-inch “step” at a time.  Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.  Heck, I might not even get to cum once, which would be kind of a bummer.

I’d just finished my first “right/left” rung of the climb.  Both legs were now a good 8 inches up the hill.  However, my chest was still right where I’d started.  Instead of my lower body pushing my upper body forward up the hill, my hips went up in the air and my chest and wrapped up head didn’t move.  The tackiness of the surface I’d mentioned earlier was the issue.  “Unexpected, but I can fix this.”  I planted my legs steady and arched up, lifting my chest and head, causing my upper body to “fall” forward and up the mat.  That worked ALMOST exactly to plan.  The part that didn’t work was that while I was falling forward, my legs slid back behind me and I wound up landing hard.  Those “thigh peaks” I was climbing on simply lacked the surface area to grip the mat when I was falling forward with all of my body weight.

“Fuck.”  Then I was hit with a tremor.  “Double fuck!”  It was the wand of course.  The frustration and sudden realization that I wasn’t able to move flipped a switch on got my water works started.  I clenched and tried to think of tax returns to get myself calmed down.  I tensed up my body and felt the aggressive pleasure assault stand down.  “Easy girl.  You’re just getting started.”  And as I relaxed at the wave moving on for now, I slid back down to the bottom and felt the leash go completely taught all over again.

“Triple fuck!”

I figured it had been about three minutes since I turned on the wand and maybe 90 seconds since I started my first failed effort to escape, and I was already struggling with the wand.  I’d forgotten what “high” does to me but now I 1000% remembered.  At some point before 30 minutes passed, I was going to be convulsing in a little pleasure ball and rolling back down the mat.  And then I’d experience the semi-dangling by my leash sensation while the vibrations spit me in too and I screamed into my socks for the benefit of nobody’s ears.  Yeah, shit was getting dire, and I had to hurry.

I rolled left again and took a wider, higher swing up with my right leg.  Then I lurched over to the right side and repeated the second step with my left leg.  However, THIS time, instead of just plopping myself forward and prone, I kept my weight in my thigh “peaks” so they dug down into the mat.  Then when I leaned forward, instead of landing on my chest, I kind of stuck my forehead into the mat.  Again, this caused a little intention and gave me some purchase.  Now I was able to slide my hips up forward, flip my head up off the mat and I landed flat and hard, but without all of the back sliding.  The picture below isn’t a frogtie, but it kind of shows the “tripod” walking technique I’d come up with.

“You got it Girl.  Now wash, rinse, repeat your ass up that wedge!”  I bit down on the gag and blindly repeated the crawling movement.  I was going fast to avoid slippage and to finish before the wand finished me.  I must have also been distracting myself from the wand with the focus I had on my efforts because I wasn’t struggling much to hold back from the stimulation.  And that was strange, but I didn’t waste time worrying about that.  I was on a mission.

Finally, when I put my head down to scoot up at the end of a climbing cycle, I felt the lip the of mat.  My collar was mere inches from hanging over the top where I expected I’d be able to shake the S-Hook free of the O-ring anchor.  I was breathing HARD through my nose now.  Sprinting uphill on bound knees with your head instead arms for support is a LOT of exercise.  Lol.  

“MMMaaaaaaammmm.”  Oh boy.  I had to pause.  I had to roll off to one side to get some pressure off the wand.  It had found me.  My toes curled up and one of my shoes slipped off my heel and dangled by my toes.  I didn’t want to get wrecked until I’d gotten the leash released.  

“Oh fuck.  Jesus.  Ohhhhh.”  So much for that.  This was happening.  I was just trying not to slide while I writhed.  Maybe I could writhe myself up the last couple of inches.  And that’s when I got hit with a power from deep inside.  It was a big one.  It actually sent my up onto my shoulder, kind of curled up.  My legs both tried to open up but of course the straps held them folded.  Instead, I just lurched forward hard enough that my collar cleared the mat!  Yes!!!

My dangling shoe flew off my foot and I never heard where it landed, which made me smile as much as you can smile with a completely immobilized jaw.  

I was instantly aware of how much I was sweating now.  My face felt totally wet under the bandage wrap.  I also realized that I was quivering.  I was in the after shocks of an orgasms that had been so powerful I lost my senses.  The last two minutes weren’t even in my memory banks.  I weighed 14 tons.  None of my muscles worked.  None of my senses worked.  I was a lump.  A quivering lump of a puppet of the toy mindlessly fucking my brains out.

Thank God I hadn’t backslid.  My mind came back and then my muscle control.  As awesome as that felt, I needed to get the key before the next one.  The next one could easily be the start of rolling orgasms that don’t let up or give a break in between them.  And as hard as it was to lock the padlock onto my cuffs, working the key with crashing waves of hyper pleasure obliterating me seemed like an impossible ask.

Careful not to fall over the edge, I swung my heard around, causing the tether to dance and bounce about.  I listened for a metallic sound of the S-Hook clanging away from the O-Ring, and that’s when I realized I couldn’t hear anything.  “That’s not any good.”

“Buzzzzz.”  

In a super brief panic moment, I started wiggling my hands trying to get them free.  So stupid.  That was impossible.  But the impulse to try overcame me for a moment, nonetheless.  Almost as if my subconscious realized before my conscious that my odds of getting my leash undone were about as good as my odds of freeing my hands from my form fitting, padlocked cuffs.

Now I was dripping from several places.  The “high” setting is legit.  I have to remember that for next time!  But I needed to get loose right now.  I stopped with the futile hand wrangling and went back to shaking my collar.  I was pretty desperate for ANY kind of feedback to tell me that maybe I was unhooked, but there wasn’t a sound.  True, the tether wasn’t taut, but that was because I’d climbed up here.  If I climbed back down and I wasn’t unhooked, then I’d find myself stretched out, flattened and helpless at the base of the mat like when I started.  For a moment, I actually thought about going over the front of the mat.  It wasn’t very far down.  But the floor was concrete.  And the mat was going to deflate on its own no matter what in, I don’t know, 10 more minutes.

I wasn’t sure what to do but my building climax decided for me.  I got wracked again by a pleasure spasm and arched hard enough to slip sideway and down almost a foot.  My chest was heaving.  My muscles were screaming from the effort of clinging to where I was.  There was no way I was climbing back up.  I just had to slide down and hope I’d unhooked the tether.

“Oh GOOOODDddddddd.”  I grabbed both of my thumbs and pulled them as hard as I could.  I thought I’d break them I pulled so hard.  The pain still barely registered above the cresting pulses.  Slick as I was now from sweat, I still had to roll and shift from the tackiness of the mat.  

“Please be unhooked.  Lord, please be unhooked.”  But before I reached the bottom, the tether caught and went taught again.  “NOoooooo!”  the key was back behind me but I couldn’t get to it.  

“YYYAAaaeeeeehhhhhhhhooooo!!!”

“MMMMMHHHMMMMMMBBBUuzzzzzzz!”

I was out of control and out of my mind.  The pleasure was exploding in my groin and had invaded my head as well.  I felt explosions pounding my skull from the inside out.  Each one hit and curled my toes tighter and tighter.  I thrashed senselessly.  The tether snapped and cracked, jerking my body to a halt with each convulsive roll.  

“How long as this been?”  I had only brief instances of thought.  In those snap shots, I wondered how I’d screwed up so bad.  How was my guard so low?  How cocky had I become?  What had I been reduced to?  I had become stretched so far by now that I couldn’t even convulse with much movement.  And as I predicted, like it had a devious mind, the wand had waited until I was utterly spent and helpless to now unleashed an endless wave of rich and deep pressure that hit me everywhere that matters.  I couldn’t even react.  I couldn’t roll or shift.  All I could do is lay there with my head facing the impossibly high hill and take it.  Just take everything it had.  There wasn’t choice.  I was trapped.  I was reduced.  I was owned.  

I became aware of the tension in the leash reducing.  The mat must be deflating.  “At last!”

With hope for escape, my rational thought returned like an old television slowly powering on.  The key was behind me but the anchor was still in front.  But I didn’t have to crawl now.  I barrel rolled over the still deflating mat.  I felt the air pockets inside it shift to make way as I passed over it.  I was practically numb everywhere.  I didn’t know if it was fatigue, over-stimulation or maybe even reduced circulation.  

It didn’t matter.  I had to get out.

My body struck the O-Ring.  It was impossible to miss.  I shifted until my fingers could reach the S-Hook.  It took some maneuvering, but I was able to unhook it.  I must have been an idiot to think it would just come loose on its own.  The curls of the “S” were two tight.  I could widen those with a vice and hammer for next time….

I rolled back.  I was pretty much used up at that point.  I wouldn’t say I was in agony.  I was more just overloaded.  Mentally I had recovered considerably from when I was still pinned down at the bottom of the mat.  That return of mental acuity has my saving grace.  Finding the lanyard attached to the key was simple.  My frantic efforts before had been replaced with an almost slow-motion precision.  Without much difficulty, I found the keyhole and freed my wrists.  I powered off the wand and collapsed on the concrete grateful that it was freezing cold.  

This was supposed to be a test of my new toy and I was gasping for breath feeling grateful I’d survived without losing my mind.

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A day removed, I can honestly tell you, I can’t think of a better 40 minutes of bondage I’ve ever had.  I have the most enormous smile right now remembering it and I hope you did too readingit.  I made it sound challenging, and it was.  I was challenged by a level of stimulation and physical pleasure I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to before.  Not in my life.  Granted, I’ve been denying myself lately.  So that relief from abstinence surely played a part.  The frustration I experienced and the desperation when I realized how helpless I’d gotten myself was unbelievably hot for me.  

This was one for the record books my awesome DeviantArt friends.  I’m so happy I got to experience this and share it and I only hope I did it justice.

There’s no way we’re going to top this one @Crab-Hermit !!!

Love Y’all lots!!!  And thanks for being there for me and with me on this little sub’s adventure! XOXOX