Riding the Chair Revised - The Ultimate Wedgie

I guess I should bring up that my primary fetish is wedgies (see and most of my bondage interest stems from the desire to be trapped in a wedgie.

So, I created a setup much like Riding the Chair. Instead of using a butt plug and sharp objects on the chair, I placed myself in a wedgie by threading an elastic rope through the leg holes of my briefs (from behind) and securing it to the ceiling. Then I bound my ankles together and tied my hands beneath my legs.

My release mechanism worked like this: A timer-controlled plug connected to a bright lamp would switch off 15 minutes after activation, leaving me in darkness for 45 minutes so I couldn’t see the combination padlock linked to the key padlock in series (I’ll explain that part later today). The key padlock served as my backup release. The key was attached to a bucket of unpleasant liquids positioned above my head, with a string extending down near enough to my hands.

The plan was simple: I could stand up if the wedgie hurt too much and sit down to rest my legs. I set the timer for only 45 minutes since this was a first attempt; I didn’t want it to become unbearably painful, leaving me stuck for three hours.

I got everything ready, sat down, and felt significant pain. Since setup took nearly 15 minutes, the lights went out quickly. I then shuffled the numbers on the padlock. The sense of helplessness was incredibly satisfying.

I had music playing for two reasons: to keep boredom at bay, and because each track lasted just under four minutes, letting me estimate time roughly.

One track passed, and the pain in my butt crack was perfect—painful yet pleasurable. By the end of the second track, however, the discomfort became too much, so I stood up. It had been less than 8 minutes!:shock:

When standing, the pain subsided quickly, allowing me to sit again comfortably. But soon after, the pain returned strongly.

I stood once more, but found sitting boring, so I sat down again. This back-and-forth happened much more often than expected—almost every 30 seconds!

Soon, boredom and frustration set in as I looked for a way out of this hellish state. Fortunately (though I was thrilled at the time), I discovered an exit. I moved my handcuffs under my feet so they were now in front of me, then reached up to disconnect from the ceiling hooks. From there, I walked over to the light switch, turned it on, and unlocked the combination padlock.

I plan another session very soon without being able to escape immediately, and I also intend to draw a picture which I hope to scan and upload later today.

See ya:D