a fresh tale from an unfamiliar face
Hello everyone, my name is Jared. I'm a man and used to be a watcher at your site. I am 22 years old but started earlier with self-bondage and looking…
Hello everyone, my name is Jared. I’m a man and used to be a watcher at your site. I am 22 years old but started earlier with self-bondage and looking around sites when I was 16. I come from the Netherlands so my English isn’t very good. Sorry about that.
I love self-bondage, but this story is complete in itself, revolving around a friend I will call Susan because she doesn’t want me using her real name. She gave permission for this story to be posted on the web.
Susan lives on a farm with her parents. She was 21 years old when this happened. She felt angry at herself and thought she needed punishment. Knowing her parents would leave by 14:00 for a week holiday, she planned accordingly anyway. With them gone, she ate dinner and couldn’t wait to start preparing what she would do that evening. She drank two bottles of water (2L total) as she was setting herself on a time release in 24 hours; having done much self-bondage before, this didn’t seem very long anymore… There was also a second backup for her: a friend who does self-bondage too would arrive in 2 days. So, 48 hours of bondage—that’s the risk she took.
Now she went to prepare her things. First, she put on her latex suit, a latex mask with breathing tube and nose holes, a vibrator, and a slip with a tube for peeing through, plus high heels for the pain;) She connected the tube from her mask to the tube of her slip. Now ready to bind herself! There was a big wooden pole at the farm where she would tie up. She put the collar around her neck, cuffs around her ankles, knees, and waist. She tied it to the pole and picked up her handcuffs and locked them… Did I forget something? Ah yes, the 24-hour release—Susan forgot that! When she realized it, she panicked for a while but knew escape wasn’t possible so calmed down quickly. Her friend would arrive in 48 hours; if he couldn’t come, he’d call me on my mobile and he knew when I didn’t pick up because I’d be in bondage.
So I didn’t worry anymore… After ten minutes standing, I already needed to pee but hesitated before doing so. Eventually, I peed and drank it. It’s quite dirty every time I do bondage with forced drinking… Two hours later, I became a little tired but knew I could sleep like this because everything was holding me in place; my collar wasn’t an issue because if too much weight came on it, it would snap.
When I went to sleep the vibrator started. For the first time, it had about two and a half hours of jumping as you see right now. After that, it vibrated every hour for 15 minutes, not at maximum force so I wouldn’t come too much—that isn’t fun when you’re in bondage for 48 hours.
Where were we? Oh yes, the vibrator jumped in and I almost came already. Then I tried to take a nap. I had a dream where I saw myself sleeping in bondage; it looked nice. But after half an hour, the vibrator jumped again so I woke up heavily excited. After those 15 minutes passed, I was completely awake, standing, needing to pee again—so I peed and drank it once more.
It keeps going until 12 hours are over because the vibrator jumps in and the pleasure is too high this time; I fought against my cuffs and everything when I came. I felt warm and hot (I knew what time it was by counting vibrations). 36 hours to go.
My feet started hurting but that’s part of the torture… This went on and on. She came a few times, peed until reaching the 45-hour mark knowing I would come soon.
Sorry, I am the friend who visited her for a double self-bondage session; she hoped I was early (she knew I’m always too early). I arrived 2 hours before her last vibe. Ringing the bell and getting no answer, I picked my key, opened the door, and called out Susan’s name: “Susan! Where are you?” I looked everywhere in the house—the kitchen, living room, bedroom, even parents’ bedroom—but she wasn’t anywhere to be found so I went down to the farm where there she was looking very pretty. I released her and we drank a cup of tea watching TV.
That evening we made love together; we are just friends but she needed it (she told me). The next morning we had big, delicious breakfasts.
At one o’clock we started the session where we talked about what to do. She has a special table in a shack in the woods her parents never visit anymore so we can keep playing even when they return home; we left a note saying she was going to my place for a week. The table was made by herself.
It’s like a spread eagle but fits two people on top of each other. The table has special cuffs, U-shaped ones that lock themselves and release after a set time. Cuffs were around our ankles, knees, wrists, elbows, waists, and necks. We dressed ourselves in full latex; we put both vibrating butt plugs inside, she placed a small vibrator egg in her vagina, I had a vibrating cockring.
She was on the table and I went on top of her putting my C*ck inside her while all vibrators were timed. Every half an hour for 5 minutes we would be locked for 6 hours. The system started; lying on each other with locks engaged, we stayed locked six hours ready to come many times, mouths connected via ball gag so we couldn’t move in any way.
It was much fun! Rest of the day we did more stuff…