The most intense latex selfbondage of my life

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• There were quite a few prep steps that won’t bore you with details.
• Slid in my butt plug: Image Image: BLACKSTYLE
• Dressed in rubber shorts: Image Image: BLACKSTYLE
• Locked the plug in place using a robe tied around my hips and passing through my crotch.
• Donned a heavy rubber suit with feet, gloves, and hood attached. Then zipped up the gas-tight zipper between my shoulders. ImageImage Images: BLACKSTYLE
• Added cleaning rubber gloves over the suit’s gloves for protection.
• Put on a basic latex mask with holes for my nose, plus openings for eyes and mouth. Image Image: BLACKSTYLE
• Added a discipline mask featuring a lockable collar and an attached blow-up gag. Note that the older version of this mask in the photo below is slightly different; my gag cannot be removed, nor can I attach a blindfold. Image Image: BLACKSTYLE
• Inflated the gag.:twisted:
• Lay down on my bed, which had a rubber sheet spread out. Image Image: BLACKSTYLE
• Bound my knees and feet together, tying them to the foot of the bed.
• Chained the collar on my mask to the headboard. (I don’t believe I would have strangled myself since I was already lying down and wouldn’t fall if I passed out.)
• Used a roughly 50 cm long chain along with a pair of rubber cuffs to bind my elbows behind my back. Image Image: BLACKSTYLE
• Used a roughly 30 cm long chain and another pair of rubber cuffs to bind my hands in front of my stomach. Image Image: BLACKSTYLE
• Placed the keys into my time lock and set it for four hours (by then, I had been in rubber for over two hours). My backup release method was relying on housemates sleeping in other rooms.
• Waited, watched some fetish porn, struggled a bit, and waited more. At this point, I have to admit the session could have killed me. If I needed to vomit (which can happen without warning), I might have suffocated. On the other hand, that didn’t happen because my plan had a slight flaw: even while enchained, I could still touch my face/mask/gag with my hands. And I took advantage of this…
• After about an hour and a half in bondage, I couldn’t take it anymore. I started getting thirsty and felt hot. Being sealed head-to-toe in rubber always feels super sexy to me, but back then it was quite tough. All the bonds were too tight, so I kept moving to fight the numbness creeping up my hands and feet. Knowing I had more than two hours left didn’t help with endurance either.:cry:
• After a little over two hours, I stopped caring about my 150 € latex mask. Since I could reach it with my hands, I used that flaw in the plan to rip the gag out of my mouth.:oops:
• Using what I call autogenic training, I endured the remaining two hours. Finally, I opened the safe, retrieved the keys, freed myself, and peeled off the latex. Then came rest. I was exhausted beyond normal levels but very happy too—glad to be free, glad to feel cool air on my skin, and glad to be alive.
• Conclusion: I hope I conveyed how intense this experience was. Still, I’m really pleased I made it through because of the intensity; today I wouldn’t want to have missed a minute of it. But certainly, I wouldn’t repeat it nor suggest anyone else copy my exact method. However, I remain into latex and selfbondage, but now older, wiser, and less (unintentionally) suicidal.:) Cheers, Mystip