Self-Bondage Using Leather Mitts

Living with my parents for the moment. They’ve just left on holiday, leaving me with an empty house! I couldn’t wait to take advantage of it:)

I own some miscellaneous items from a budget bondage kit; however, I employ them in a much more intense manner. Additionally, there are lovely leg cuffs connected to the metal parts of my bedframe, a strap securing across my chest that is also fixed to the frame, plus fetters, a ball gag, and leather mittens.

This day, I secured my ankles with the cuffs, slid under the chest strap and tightened it down, fitted the ball gag snugly, then switched on a vibrating butt plug which I utilized as well! Already quite erect, I retrieved a cock ring from the drawer, placed it comfortably; all set! Then I attempted something I knew might be risky: wearing the fetters over the mittens (this allows me to bind myself but prevents easy unbinding—the metal won’t dig into my skin through the leather). The key for the cuffs hung high up on the bedframe above my head, so I thought eventually, I’d find a method to free myself once fully strapped in:D

Oh no! How mistaken I was. A sturdy canvas strap had been attached low down on the bedframe with the fetter chain threaded through it, preventing me from lifting my bound hands too high! Furthermore (ha!), I used a spring-loaded clip to join both mitts together. Truly trapped; despite struggling hard against the restraints, I couldn’t reach the keys even using the mitten ends. Nor could I use my mouth because the chest strap held me down and the gag was secured in such a way that it wouldn’t come off easily.. Real panic set in.

Despite this anxiety, arousal levels soared higher than ever! I twisted on the bed with frustrated passion. The plug performed marvels yet drove me crazy, but helpless to act against its effects. Semen dripped onto my tight abdomen; yearning to touch myself, all that remained was writhing and emitting a muffled moan into the gag.

Later, insight struck: part of the leather on the mitts wasn’t trapped beneath the metal parts of the fetters. The mitts possess their own “belt” which I utilize so they don’t slip out from under the cuffs, functioning well indeed. There seemed no way out! However, since one cuff hadn’t been applied perfectly, not everything was above that belt line. With persistence and slight fortune, I realized perhaps sliding just that single mitten off might work! Laboring continuously until climax arrived, eventually freeing my right hand completely from its leather prison! From there managed to loosen the strap holding my hands low enough to grab hold of the key.

Freedom attained! A narrow escape involving known dangers—precisely what heightened the eroticism. I’d love experiencing similar restraint once more, with a properly fastened cuff and discovered by someone; maybe an ex-partner!