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HandSolo -> RE: Self-Bondage and Domination (4/4/2008 9:42:01 AM)
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This thread is my fault! [;)]
Mishap 1: My first attempt at a timed release. I put myself in handcuffs, in strappado. When the release was supposed to operate, the key tangled in the string I had tied to it to ensure it stayed in reach. I had to pull myself up, invert myself, grab the bondage point with my feet, and gradually untie myself. This left me too exhausted to unlock the handcuffs for about a half-hour or so. I didn't play for a couple years after this, trying to figure out a more foolproof method. I nearly dislocated my shoulder, which has suffered a loss of range of motion ( I can't throw a football any more, for instance). I also suffered temporary numbness in my hands, but no paralysis, fortunately. More importantly, I could have dropped myself on my head and died from the impact or positional asphixiation after losing conciousness, or been totall unable to free myself, and simply dehydrated, if I could not summon help.
Mishap 2: I fashioned a hanging wooden pony. Shortly after I mounted it and locked myself, I made a side-to-side, twisting motion, and felt a hot, pins-and-needles sensation leap through my groin. After waiting out my release device, I got out, and found that my entire genital area was numb, but for the pins and needles. I started to regain some sensation late in the day, or after a day or two. The pins and needles weant away completely after a week or so, and I assume I regained full sensation, but I can't prove it. I tried it once more, but bailed out before I started, as the sensation started up almost instantly. No more of that.
Mishap 3: I wanted to bind myself in a deep knee bend position, semi-suspended by my wrists. By the time I got myself rigged, I was in far too bent a position, and my thighs screamed in cramping agony. Fortunately, I had not completed my bondage, but was no more than a couple seconds away from doing so. I can hardly imagine the damage that a half hour-hour in that position could have done to my wrists, hands, legs, et al. No more of that.
Mishap 4: I bound myself on my back to my bed, legs crossed at ankles, knees bent, hands cuffed over my head. Nice and simple, I relied on the morning's light to release me. When I closed the cuffs, I realized the nail I was to use for double-locking the cuffs had fallen out of reach. Rather than untie the dozen knots it would take to reach it, I snapped the cuffs shut. I soon found that with my ankles crossed, if I relaxed my legs, my shins ground exruciatingly together (try this, it's shockingly painful). Ergo, no sleep. It was winter, so the night was very long. As the light began to show, I made vain attempts to operate my release, but I couldn't see well enough yet. After resting a bit, I tried again. The partially dried sweat made my wrists clammy, and the now-sticky skin stuck to the cuffs nough to close them tightly, ratcheting several clicks tighter. I now found my release device unreachable, between my hands, just below my wrists. Further struggles locked them even tighter. I gnawed my way through those ropes I could reach, but this only gave me a little room to roll, those ropes were no attached to any of the actual bondage points. I did manage to crack a tooth in the process for my troubles, though.
It evetually became clear that I wasn't getting out on my own. After a couple hours of yelling and bumping the wall, I summoned my landlord: my grandfather. That was an uncomfortable breakfast. On the other hand, I had considered gagging myself, which would have very likely have been a fatal decision.
I am not very experimental with my self-bondage attempts anymore.
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