Sore Ankles and Hips from CD Release Experience

I haven’t done much SB in a while, but after discovering the community, I felt compelled to give CD release a try.

Left by myself as usual—at least for the morning and likely most of the afternoon—I just had to have a go. Retrieving my rucksack containing my stash of ropes, shackles, and locks, I began setting everything up according to plan.

I tied a loop around each corner of the bed’s headboard, then tested and finally secured my emergency release before positioning my wife’s laptop where its heavy weight would drop it. I felt tempted to back out just as I was about to be released. Instead, I placed my laptop on the bedside table and set up the key release from the CD drawer so the key would swing within reach once time ran out, setting a random duration of up to three hours. For full sensory immersion, I plugged in headphones and positioned them next to the hood, then started playing two video clips on repeat.

The first clip featured a cute skinny blonde securely tied over a sybian with her hands clasped behind her back. The second showed a slightly plump girl dressed in latex boots and bra, her legs frog-tied while her master fucked both her ass and pussy with a large dildo, tormenting her clit and wet mound with a Hitachi wand. As you can imagine, there was plenty of panting and screaming.

I tied a long length of twisted hemp rope around each ankle and wrist using French bowlines, rigging my right wrist ropes through a ratchet and setting up another ratchet and padlock for the left. With everything ready, I lubed the vibrator, set it to a powerful pulse, slid it into my anus, and tied it off to my waist so it couldn’t slip out.

Sliding down the bed, I looped one ankle rope over the corner post, pulling it tight until my ankle was next to the corner. Then I brought the free end up and secured it around my waist. Repeating this for the other side, I lay back with my legs bent and spread wider than comfortable. Unable to move up or down without becoming a gymnast due to the waist ropes.

I put on the headphones and was greeted by the master asking if his slave wanted to cum again, followed by her shriek of delight and pain as she tumbled over the edge once more. Pulling on the hood quickly turned daylight into total darkness with four layers of black fabric blocking all light, the zip drawing it tight around my neck.

Reaching up, I found the padlock with my left hand, steeling myself for a moment before clicking it shut. I pulled slack through the rope ratchets until my arms were fully extended. Unable to reach anything else, there was no turning back as I tried wriggling and realized I could only raise my hips a few inches—nothing more than small movements.

Pushing hard against the ropes made them hold firm but allowed enough freedom to wiggle until one arm started to ache and the torment resumed.

I felt a cold patch on my stomach begin dribbling down my side as the cute blonde fell off her cliff into what sounded like another shattering orgasm. I was left humping the air, desperately trying to reach mine but failing miserably, now wishing I were face-down pressing against the mattress.

Minutes merged together as I relaxed and vividly watched both girls being repeatedly tormented on my bed.

Then, after an hour or perhaps two passed, I felt the key bump against the back of my hand. Pulling some slack into the string, I slowly worked the key into the lock with my aching hand, sighing in relief when it popped open. After untying the loops from my waist, I could move up the bed, stretching my legs and relaxing my hips before completely freeing myself.

Five hours later, rope marks on my ankles were nearly faded and the ache had subsided. What to do next Sunday?:whip: