(Thanks you @Crab-Hermit for the support and inspiration!)

Hi Y’all!  I haven’t done one of these is a while.  Lots of fiction has been streaming out of my little submissive mind, so that’s where my artistic pursuits have been focused lately.  Also, I’m kind of excited to say that I’ve been out dating in the “real world” kind of a bunch lately.  And the cool part is that it’s been with the SAME guy.  So, that’s been super fun.  Lol!

Anyway, I’ve been meaning to get back into some self-bondage experimentation.  As I’ve mentioned in previous “journal” articles I’ve posted, this is not only to scratch that bondage itch, it’s not only to explore my own limits and expand them, but it’s also research for the bondage I plan to write about in the fiction that I’m writing.  I wanted to put that big explanation out there because this particular bondage session was definitely not the kind of thing I generally favor.  For one thing, the focus is on complete immobilization.  I’m not able to even turn my head from side to side.  This was super, super restrictive.  And I’m one that loves the struggle.  So just having to sit there and “take it” for two hours was not my fave.  Also, there was no sensory deprivation.  And I love me some sensory deprivation. Lol!  Nope.  Nothing but a comfy gag for me to chew on while I deal with my trusty massage wand set on high with a one-hour timer.

So, I’m about to get into the details for you.  But I think I’ll go ahead and cut to the chase so there’s no suspense.  This session worked out really well.  The bondage was totally effective.  And the wand was all over me.  I mean, there was not shifting away from it.  I couldn’t find a more comfortable position.  It was impossible to reduce the pressure.  I was just locked into the same position up against an immoveable foundation post with the wand taped up tight and well secured by a crotch rope, pressed into my vagina.  It was a lot like the suspended hogtie where I was tethered still from multiple axis all at once, but even more so.  Because with that, the tethers and the suspension straps had at least tiny bits of stretch in them.  Not THIS time!  I was completely backed into a corned with nowhere to go.

So, yeah, the bondage was great.  The wand was intense.  An hour straight with no breaks and no ability to roll away from it or do ANYTHING to alleviate or mitigate its domination of me is challenging.  It was just relentless.  I never got close to anything like in the dog crate where my mind was feeling like it was under assault.  Lol.  But that was hours and hours.  That messed with me on an emotional level.  THIS session was really just a physical challenge, where the stimulation and the pleasure were intense.  And it just kept coming.  I’ll get more descriptive here in a second when I write the walk through.

And lastly, I got the data I needed to write this ordeal up for my character.  Yeah!!  I really hope y’all appreciate the lengths this girl goes to to produce high quality bondage fiction for ya!  LOL!

So, with no further ado, I give you the seated reverse prayer pole tie….

The point of this bondage session is to make me as immobilized as possible, AND to have me endure the powerful stimulation as described above.  I’ll post a picture below of an awesome illustration by the late great Robert Bishop was the inspiration for my bondage rig.

The simple part is the pole tie.  I have several steel support posts in my basement that carry the load of the entire house.  They are round and secured to the bedrock beneath the basement on concrete footers.  I strapped myself to the pole, which I’ll detail momentarily.  But first, because the pole is round and my body is not, I first placed a thick sheet of foam furniture padding both under where I would be sitting and up against the pole.  Not only does this make it much more comfortable, it also creates a tighter seal between my body and the pole so there is even less opportunity for me to wiggle or squirm.

Alright, so, I’m sitting on a square of foam and leaning back into the thick sheet of foam against the pole.  Next, I use leather straps to secure my body tightly against the pole.  The straps go around my waist, under by bust, above my bust, over my mouth and around my forehead.  For now, by arms and legs are still free.  But my body is sunk into the foam and welded to the pole.  I can’t twitch.  I can’t turn my head.

Speaking of my head, because of the straps, I had to apply my gag before the straps.  Sorry for going out of order just then.  For a gag, I used a nice, big ball of clean gym socks.  They filled up pretty much every crevice in my mouth and held my tongue down, keeping my screams and moans to a minimum.  And then, I used a long elastic bandage to wrap all around my face, under my chin, up over my head, tighter and tighter, compressing me as I went.  I left my eyes and my nostrils exposed so I could breathe and see.  So, after doing that, I buckled all of the straps.

Next I simply bent my legs and crossed my ankles together.  But I didn’t want to be able to kick my legs about, so pulled my feet up off the ground toward my chest and tethered them to my two bust straps with another strap.  So now I can’t pull my legs in because they’re already pulled in as much as my flexibility would allow, and I can’t push them out because of the straps.  My legs are helpless.

And finally, in terms of the bondage, the all-important arms.  As I stated earlier, I am doing a reverse prayer.  I’ve been using my air mat to do prone reverse prayer hogties for a long while, so I have a method established.  I generally secure a rock climbing carabiner to a shoulder harness up by the my shoulder blades.  Then I lock leather cuffs on my wrists and run nylon rope tethers from each wrist cuff through the carabiner, up over a pole in the ceiling, and then down to anchors on the air mat.  When the air mat would inflate, it would extend and pull the tether lines out.  When the slack in the lines was pulled out, it would pull my cuffed wrists up to the carabiner at my shoulder blades, and voila, I’m in a reverse prayer.

I was all set to go with this method, except, there was a problem.  Usually, once the mat is inflated, I’m laying on the mat.  So, my body weight is spread out holding the mat down.  For THIS bondage rig, I had to set the mat up behind the pole I was tied to with nothing weighing it down.  I turned the mat on, and the slack got pulled out, but I was able to pull my arms back down out of the prayer because the mat didn’t weigh enough by itself to prevent it.

I went back to the drawling board and came up with something really, really primitive, but totally effective.  I still used the cuffs, the carabiner and the tether.  Only this time, the tether lines were attached to a bucket that I hung in the ceiling rafters.  The bucket was full of ice and had a bunch of holes perforating it.  I tied a slip knot to the hang the bucket and ran the cord down to my hands.  All I had to do was pull on the cord, the slip knot would come undone, and the bucket would descend.

So, before you ask, you’re correct, a bucket of ice isn’t all that heavy.  However, there are two things that made it plenty heavy for my purposes.  First, I angled the bucket about 15 feet back behind the pole so the tether from the carabiner to the pole in the ceiling was on a diagonal.  This works kind of like a lever only in reverse, increasing the amount of force that needed to be applied to convert the diagonal pull to the directional force needed to lift the bucket straight up.  If I were a 9th grade science teacher I could explain it to you, but I’m not, so just trust me, the angle made the bucket extra heavy!  And secondly, because my arms were bent and forced up behind me in the reverse prayer, I had almost no leverage or strength available for use to pull down against the bucket.  Think about how it would feel if your own arms were ratcheted back up and behind you like that.  It’s hard to move them at all, right?  How about moving them down against a weight?  Not much power there.

And the final piece of my bondage session was the massage wand, set on high, taped to my thigh and held against my clit with a crotch rope.  I actually did use a timer for this.  The wand would turn on after 25 minutes and stay on, uninterrupted, for one hour.  I’d calculated from some test ice buckets that it would take 2 hours for the ice to melt enough for me to get out of the reverse prayer.

And there I was, strapped to the pole, legs bent and pulled up and into me, mouth gagged and head wrapped.  My wrists were cuffed but my arms were still free to move about with basically full range of motion.  Then I got the idea for one more strap.  I did one more leather strap around my upper body, but not around the pole.  Then I wiggled my arms down inside the strap one at a time so that my arms were pinned to my sides, just above the elbows.

I inhaled one last deep breath, and I pulled the release cord.  The bucket dropped about 6 inches, and I felt the tension in the tethers to my cuffs.  It felt like I could have simply resisted the pull and not bent my arms if I didn’t want them to bend.  But, of course, I wanted them to.  So, I slowly, incrementally allowed the bucket to lower and pull the slack out.  Inch by inch, my arms bent and up behind me.  First to a box tie position.  I paused there for a second to see if I could have struggled free from there.  It was hard to tell.  I let more of the slack out.  My arms were now halfway between a box tie and the reverse prayer.  The bucket was feeling very heavy, but I was just able to hold it right there.  As I struggled to hold my arms in place I became increasingly aware of how trapped my upper body was.  I could pull away from the pole even an inch to lean forward or to arch my back.  Also, because of how my tied ankles were pulled up toward my chest, my hips were rolled up underneath me slightly.  I couldn’t push my legs down at all.  I couldn’t “sit up” higher.  There was 100% nothing that I could move beside wiggling my feet and my hands.  I couldn’t resist the bucket any longer and I just let my arms go limp.  The bucket dropped the final 6 inches and bounced and spun around.  My cuffs had been pulled all the way up to the carabiner.  My arms were completely wrenched up behind me.  And there was not a single thing I could do about it until the ice melted in the bucket.

So, I’ve been tied up with a lot more rope than this.  I’ve been suspended.  I’ve been inverted.  I’ve been locked in a cage.  I’ve been in other predicaments I won’t mentioned but I’ll probably write about later.  All that being said, I’ve NEVER been more locked down and immobile that I was in this rig.  For one thing, all of the straps were TIGHT.  Like, they were dimpling my skin big time.  With leather belts or nylon rope, you can usually find a loose not or even just stretch them a little to gain a bit of mobility.  But I was being held in place from too many different positions.  I didn’t have any muscles free to flex.  It was like being cast in concrete.

The inability to struggle, AT ALL, was a bit unnerving.  I had nothing to do but think about breathing and wait for the wand to turn on.  Oh yeah, I remembered, the wand.  I was actually kind of dreading the wand now.  And I thought about the way it was pressed in hard into me.  I tried to flex my legs and move them a few times, but they couldn’t budge.  So, the wand couldn’t budge.  I wanted to look over at the timing mechanism, which was just out of sight, but I could not turn my head an inch.  “Shit!  This kind of sucks.”  But that’s OK.  “It’s all part of the plan,” I said to myself.

“Buuzzzzzz.”  And here we go.

The wand on high is a beast.  I’ve been working a lot on intricate bondage ties, so I’ve only been setting the wand for medium or even low lately.  High hits you like an air bag in a car.  I bit down hard on the socks filling my mouth and I moaned.  “Moaning already Tina?”

“Shut up Tina.”

The vibrations traveled along the crotch rope too giving me not only the surface stimulation but also a sort of penetration.  I tried without thinking to grind on the rope, but I couldn’t even move enough to do that.  I couldn’t even look down enough to see over my breasts.

I didn’t think that I was wet yet, which was sort of alarming because I was definitely feeling a climax coming.  It seemed pretty early in the process.  But I wasn’t sure.  Good lord my arms were stiff.  My circulation must have been getting slowed because I kind of forgot that I even had arms for a minute.  I flexed my hands in and out and I tired to yank down against my tethers but my hands were still pulled up as high as ever.

“Oh fuuckkk,” it felt agonizingly good.  There was a depth to the vibrations that was unfamiliar.  And there were complexities to my emotions that were also new.  I wasn’t escaping.  Escape was a laughably impossible concept.  I wasn’t even moving.  I was uttering and completely dominated.  I was absolutely controlled.  But that wasn’t entirely new.  The element that made this session particularly intense was the randomness of my escape.  In all of my other sessions, a timer was set.  I was going to be released at a predetermined time.  Sometimes, due of sensory deprivation and stimulation, I lost track of time.  But I KNEW that there was a set time.  I didn’t realize the comfort that knowledge provided until today when I didn’t have it.  I knew ABOUT how fast the ice should melt.  Probably.  But it was a variable factor.

I checked to see if I could shift my shoulders and found out that I couldn’t.  “Buuuzzz.”

And right then, all of these thoughts and feelings spontaneously combusted to dump me into a sort of despair of helplessness.  And the wand took over for a minute.  I was just devastated by an orgasm.  It was like, I had all of these strong pulsing vibrations, and they were there, and they were working me but still just hovering there in place, and then, BOOM, I’m shattered.  I’m not only wet but I suddenly release I’ve been sopping for a while.  And here’s the kicker.  There is not a single thing I can do.  I’m just stuck there.  I’m so stuck that when I try to fight the bondage, I’m not even sure that I was actually trying because nothing happened.  I tell my arms to move and nothing happens.  I try to bend and nothing happens.  I can scream though.  Because I also release now that I’ve been doing that for several minutes.  It had been moans.  But now it was screams.  This wasn’t painful, mind you.  Except for my arms.  It was painful for my arms now.  I wasn’t screaming in pain.  I wasn’t even screaming from fear.  I was screaming because I need to do something to respond to the 3d or 4th or whatever number climax this one was.  And I couldn’t respond with any kind of physical movement at all.

All I could do was scream.

I was held like that, upright and rigid.  I endured the constant vibrations for the longest hour.  An exact hour.  And it turned off.  And then I had nothing but waiting.  With the wand off, I began noticing the drip of water.  It was melting ice falling from the bucket.  It didn’t sound as fast as I’d expected.  My arms still couldn’t pull the bucket back up.  I was still locked in place.  And I didn’t know when my random release would happen.  I wasn’t sure my arms would even work when I had the chance for release.  But I wasn’t worried.  I wasn’t even thinking about that.  I was focusing on my character now.  I was focusing on remembering this strange, extreme immobility.  It’s just so difficult to explain.  It’s almost like being outside of your body.

And one final comment on this self bondage session.  I’m really happy how it went.  No, it was not the kind of fulfilling, exciting, pleasure inducing bondage masturbation that I usually shoot for.  But it was perfect for what I want my character to experience.  And now I can take the thoughts and the sensations that I just experienced and apply them to the other conditions in the story and (fingers crossed) give the readers a compelling and entertaining chapter to read.

Thanks for reading ya’ll.  Love you!