Tina’s 99% Real Self-Bondage Suspended Hogtie, Part 2

I mean, Y’all had to KNOW there was going to be a part 2, didn’t-cha?  LOL.

Honestly, there was a part 2, part 3, and part 4.  Part 2 was awesome!  I got some excellent help from one of the best people I’ve met here on Deviantart.  Not sure if it’s cool for me to “out” him, so I won’t.  But he knows who he is and I’m 99% sure he’s reading this.  THANK YOU!!!

So, in part 2, I made 2 big changes.  First of all, my “spotter” was working remotely.  Like back when we had COVID lockdowns.  Remember that?  Sucked right?  But on the bright side, we learned to do stuff remotely.  And during lockdowns, I was busy perfecting being a bondage slave remotely for Mistress Mia using my inflate air mat, wifi enabled power outlets and my other “specialized” equipment.  All that being said, my spotter was in another country (I’m in Kentucky, not a country, but wanted to shout that out because I LOVE living in Kentucky) controlling both my bondage, and my massage wand.  I totally trust Him.  He’s fantastic.  But still….when someone else has control over you like that and there isn’t anything you can do about it, let’s just say it raises the stakes and increases the intensity.

So big change 1 was having a remote spotter.  Big change 2 was that I switched from a normal (suspended) hogtie to my absolute favorite self-bondage position, which is frogtied legs, spread apart by tethers, with elbows tied together, wrists tied to my thighs (about where my feet are lashed), and my collar tethered out in front of me.  I’ll include a picture at the bottom of this post, but the visual is basically a spread eagle in a “Y” shape with my upper body being the stem and my frogtied legs forming the two angled branches.

Part 2, like a said, was freaking awesome!  Maybe I didn’t say freaking.  I should have said freaking.  Awesome doesn’t do it justice.  It was freaking awesome.  K?  K.  But I’m not going to write about Part 2 because I haven’t gotten permission from my fabulous spotter (not that He’d mind, but politeness!) and because I woke up early the very next day and tweaked it and had Part 3.  And I want to write about Part 3.  So here’s the story…

As before, I started with my two mats, inflated and stacked on each other.  Unlike before, I had no spotter.  I know, I know.  By now, everyone loves Lou.  Why would Tina fire Lou??  Look, I adore Lou, OK.  Everyone should have a “Lou.”  I am incredible blessed to have a Lou.  I know this.  Lou’s wife knows this.  Lou DEFINITELY knows this.  But a girl can’t be helpless if she has a Lou right there watching over her.  So, no spotter this time.  PS.  I hadn’t ONLY made the previous two trial runs.  I spent at least 2 weeks running test after test with “pillow Tina.”  Who, or what, is pillow Tina?  She’s my self-bondage crash test dummy.  I made a Tina-sized-and-shaped doll out of pillows that I use to test the lengths of my tethers and cuffs and other good things so I can run test after test and make everything safe and perfect.  So seriously, don’t worry about me and my self-bondage.  I got it covered Y’all!

As I was saying, I had my two mats stacked.  I had my suspension straps.  This time, I wrapped the straps with a towel and tape to give myself some cushion.  Because I wanted to push my duration out from the 15 minute first try and the 1 hour second try to a 2 hour third try.  MY padded suspension straps were under/around my thighs, my waist, and my chest, over and under my breasts.  I was also going to support my head with a harness gag and a tether line from the top of the harness up to the ceiling where the suspension straps were secured.  PS.  I also secured a thick blindfold over my eyes and memory foam ear plugs in my ears because, sensory deprivation is awesome!

I also attached tether lines from my bent knees straight back behind me and out to the sides, following the “Y” lines of my body.  This was to maintain the spread eagle “Y” formation once I was suspended.  My last tether was from my collar straight ahead to an anchor, also suspension height.

The bondage part was simple.  My ankles were strapped to my thighs.  They didn’t need anything else.  My legs weren’t getting loose.  For my arms, I had to wiggle them down through a “sleeve” I formed simply by looping a leather strap over and over and over.  I used a couple of zip ties around the loops so it would hold its shape.  Then I work my arms down through it and slowly inched up over my elbows.

The last part of the bondage was my wrists.  I’d have like to use straps, but they don’t cinch as well as ropes.  So I had pre-set four rope loops around my upper thighs, right around where my feet were tied.  I had to press my fingers together tightly to form my hands like blades to slip them into the loops.  Again, I wiggled and twists and inched them through their respective loops.  I was now set for the mat program to take over.

I had set my phone to the side.  I programmed the power outlet with both mats plugged into it to deflate after 15 minutes, which was just enough time for me to climb into the ropes, straps and tethers.  That outlet would stay turned off for 2 hours.  After that, it would turn on and remain on until I turned it off.  I had barely finished slipping my bladed hands into the rope loops around my legs when I was treated to the roaring silence of the air compressors shutting off and the rush of air being pushed out of the mats by my body weight.  Well, not only my body weight.  Also by the assortment of weight plates and dumbbells I was using to keep me taught and stretched, immobile, between the floor and the ceiling.  They would also pull out the slack in my wrist loop cinch tethers, which were the lynch pin to putting me into true, inescapable bondage.  Here’s how it went.

As the mats deflated, I was treated to the same, cotton candy-sweet sensation of weightlessness thanks to the comfy padded suspension straps supporting me.  Because the straps are leather, and even the strongest leather stretches, I actually did sink about an inch during the deflation.  I accounted for this in my measurements and used it to my advantage.  The slight descent caused my harness gag tether to pull my sensory deprived head back just slightly more, as though a Master were making final adjustments, tugging my head back by my hair.  (I’ve recently decided that I LOVE having my hair pulled!)  This also tightened my elbow loops, which were tethered to the ceiling.  And most importantly, it stretched me out in my spread eagle “Y” just a bit more because my three tether lines were secured at the height that I started and not at the level I was now suspended in.

And now the key to this whole thing is the weights.  Thanks to awesome, wonderful Lou (he really is my hero!) I had tied tethers from key points on my body to 45-pound weightlifting plates and 50 pound dumbbells that were descending to the floor like anchors.  Specifically, cinch ropes around my wrist rope lopes were tethered to 45-pound plates.  The 90 combined pounds not only pulled the cinches tight, making it absolutely impossible for me to get my hands free, they also pulled my lower body straight down, as a perfect counter to the suspension straps holding me straight up.

I also had a 50-pound dumbbell tethered to my waist, and a 50-pound dumbbell tethered to my collar.  Lastly, I had two more 40-pound plates tethered to right and left side of my elbow strap loops.  This innovation was hugely important.  I intentionally made the tether lines too short for the plates to settle on the ground because I wanted them constantly pulling on the tether lines.  These tethers pulled all of the slack out of the elbow loops.  They became like a coreset for my arms.  I’ve never actually gotten my elbows to touch in bondage before, but I’m 99% sure they did this time!

And that was it Y’all!  I was being pulled up from above, I was being weighted down from below and I was being spread apart on a horizontal plane.  I could not see, hear, or cry for help.  And I could not deactivate my bondage.  I was going to struggle like my life depended on it, suspended and powerless, for a full two hours.  Holy shit Y’all, this was a true fantasy!

Speaking of struggling….I gave a few exploratory tugs on my wrist loops.  Thanks to the tight cinching, my fists were crushed tightly into my rope bound thighs.  I could not pull them in or out.  I couldn’t even twist them.  When I tried to twist them, I heard the metal plates creak slightly on the concrete floor.  I was nowhere near strong enough to create the slightest slack in the loops.

Next, I tried to flex my arms to pull my elbows apart.  The leather corset did not even budge.  Honestly, I’m sure I couldn’t have loosened it, even if it hadn’t been tethered down to the ground by the partially dangling weights.  But as it was, my wiggling only seemed to allow the loops to constrict more, like a boa constrictor tightens it’s coils around a victim every time they exhale.

I can usually always writhe about from sides to side and kind of form my body like a “C.”  That kind of movement uses the larger muscles in the back and the ass and the core.  I was a little stunned to find that I could not even do that!  I felt my first attempt thwarted my collar which was tethered down and to a post straight out in front of me.  The sudden abrupt arrest by the collar almost took the wind from me.  “Stupid girl” I thought for forgetting the tethers while also thanking myself for the blindfold that caused me to make the humiliating mistake.

I decided to try to arch my back.  When I did, I felt the snap of the tethers around my chest straps.  Those straps dug into my body as I pulled up against them.  I thought I’d be able to lift up a little and found my weakness surprising and alarming.  In retrospect, I think the lack of contact with the ground is what made me so much weaker than I expected.  I had no leverage.  I could not brace myself and use my hamstrings to stabilize my lower body so that I could focus the muscles in my back to lift my upper body.  Instead, when I engaged those muscles, the strain was spread out in a more haphazard effort which got me nowhere.

I tried to shift my weight using my legs.  I wanted to see if I could rock back and forth and maybe just swing a little.  Any kind of movement would be welcome.  But again, the opposing tethers prevented this from succeeding.  My legs were pulled out to the sides effectively by the spread-eagle tethers.  I could not pull them together to cause myself to rock or swing.  I could not push my hips down to try to roll my body.  Try as my may, the suspension straps on my thighs would not allow my to roll right or left.

Feeling a little desperate, I tried to crunch my body into a ball using my stomach muscles and hip flexors.  And although I did not have any tethers of weights preventing me from using the full strength of those muscles, the spread-eagle tethers and my gag harness and collar tethers were all working in unison to keep me stretched out.

That was it.  I was out of ideas.  I flexed my hands in and out of fists to keep blood flowing.  My straps were exceptionally tight in several places.  I was becoming increasingly conscious of my vulnerability.  That and the tightness and the constant pulling of the dangling anchor weights were causing me to feel dread.  “Don’t panic Tina.  This is part of the plan.”  This has been my mantra in every extreme bondage situation I’ve attempted.  I breathed purposefully, mostly through my nose, but I could still move air around the ball in my mouth.  That small victory and my calming mantra were helping.

BUUZZZZZZZ.  “Oh, shit is that on High?”  I was jolted to high alert by the activation of the massage wand program.  I hadn’t forgotten about the wand, but I was thinking I had given myself more time to adjust to the suspension before it kicked in.  Obviously, I was mistaken.

The wand was held tightly against my crotch.  Its shaft was taped to my thigh, very securely.  The head of the wand was pulled into my lips by the tight crotch rope I was wearing.  I had teetered between a medium setting and high setting but ultimately, ghosts of a failed effort in a dog crate edged me into testing my limits with “high.”

I enjoy my wand regularly.  I’m accustomed to how it affects me.  I know how the vibrations send tremors through my erogenous zones.  It creates shocks that race out to my fingers, toes and harden my nipples.  One thing I’ve always done, even when I was helplessly ball tied in the crate, is rock, and grind in my body’s rhythm against the pulsating, lovely, wicked device.  I’d never given this movement any thought.  I simply happened on its own.  I believe it somehow acts as a trigger or a cue for my sexual pleasure centers.  It must be something physiological and reflexive in nature.  Bound as I was, I was prevented from rolling with the vibrations of the wand.  This was something that “came to me” slowly.  As I was experiencing the building anticipation of a climax.  As the spit in my mouth was rolling down the smooth surface of my gag.  As my eyes clenched tightly behind the blindfold.  As my toes began curling.  Something was missing.  And replacing the sensation of “riding” the wand were several sharp yanks from the places my tethers prevented my body to curl.  Everywhere that a strap was tethered, I received a jolt of disappointment.  Everywhere that a cinch rope held me still, I received a reminder that I had no control.  And my building anticipation of an explosion of pleasure began to shift.  It began to feel like an assault.

Panic had started to overcome me.  I opened my eyes wide to search for an escape but found only the dark.  I stupidly tried to look toward my phone and the harness on my head held me fast.  I could not even turn my head.  “It’s part of the plan, Tina.”

And the next thing I knew I was in the middle of an orgasm.  It was as if I’d zoned out or fallen asleep, neither of which were true.  But there I was, gasping, convulsing, moaning.  Usually, penetration feels like it is directed.  It feels like it is originating from outside and thrusting in.  Usually, I brace myself and use counter pressure.  In this way, probably unconsciously, I control the intensity.  I can brace harder when I want more sensation.  I can pull away when I need to calm down.  Suspended and immobilized so completely, I could neither lean into the wand nor pull away from it.  I had to just take every vibration, wave after wave.  It was overwhelming.  I was struggling and wondering how long it had been.

The wand stopped.  “Oh my God!” I screamed inside my head.  “I can’t believe how fucking PERFECT that was!”  I did a mental happy dance.  Thank you pillow Tina for making this possible!  I was feeling pride and relief and renewed faith in my mantra.  Renewed faith in my journey which did not end because I stopped writing a series called “Tina’s Journey…”

I waited for the next barrage from the wand.  I knew that I’d programmed three 30 minute bursts with the wand.  But my racing mind didn’t process the passage of time with much accuracy without distractions, and I was 100% distracted.  But back to waiting.  I was waiting, but this time, it was not with dread.  Sure, I knew the wand was going to control me more intensely in this suspension then when I’m in other positions.  I knew it was coming and I knew it was going to challenge me.  But I’d been through the challenge once and I made it.  I survived it, and I now know how it feels and how to write about it.  (Which is most fortuitous for reasons you’ll know in a week or so if you’re a regular reader here on my page.  *grin*).

So, this time, when the uncontrollable next wave crashed into me, I will just let it wash over me, knowing that I can take it.  And I’m going to savor and enjoy the whole 30 minutes.  And Y’all know the best part?  After that, I get a little break, and then I get 30 MORE minutes!

Can’t wait Y’all!  Later gators!