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- Self-Bondage Heaven
Copyright SusanSub April 2011
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- This poem describes a fictional
and extremely dangerous self-bondage session, and readers are
strongly urged not to replicate it.
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- My arms are bent behind
my back
- With elbows close together
tied.
- My wrists are handcuffed
tight, no slack,
- Relief and freedom both
denied.
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- Despite the pain my
arms acquired
- There is no place I’d
rather be,
- No situation more desired,
- Than chained and bound
in ecstasy.
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- My knees are bent, my
ankles chained
- And locked to handcuffs
which they kiss.
- There is no freedom
to be gained;
- I am in hogtie heaven’s
bliss.
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- With rubber ball my
mouth is filled.
- It forces wide my jaws
within.
- All speech and louder
sounds are stilled
- And drool is trickling
down my chin.
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- Thick leather straps
my head enclose.
- A bondage hood is laced
on tight.
- With tiny holes beneath
my nose
- It blocks completely
all my sight.
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- Two jumbo dildos can
be felt
- Inside they deeply penetrate.
- But blocked by steel
of chastity belt
- I have no way to masturbate.
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- With nipples nipped
by clover clips
- And breasts compressed
by nylon rope,
- I feel my juices wet
my lips
- But climax seems too
much to hope.
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- The handcuff key that
I desire
- I threw before beyond
the door.
- To reach it now my bonds
require
- I squirm and twist across
the floor.
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- I start to move, my
plugs excite.
- I stop to breathe, begin
to spasm,
- And with surprised amazed
delight
- Am taken by stupendous
orgasm.
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Additional Notes:
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- The heroine in the story, whom I shall
call S, is clearly a very experienced self-bondage devotee.
Just getting into the bondage position blinded by her hood and
with elbows tied requires a lot of expertise.
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- One problem with self-bondage enthusiasts
is that they have a tendency to make their sessions gradually
more extreme in an attempt to recapture the intense thrill of
their early sessions. S is no exception and the session described
in the poem was the culmination of a series of less extreme sessions
designed to test different parts of the bondage.
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- S took all the safety precautions she
could think of. These were fairly complex, and to describe them
would have made the poem too long. But they might be of interest
to some readers, so I will describe them in this accompanying
document.
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- Being gagged with hands inaccessibly handcuffed
behind the back has the danger of vomiting and choking on the
vomit. To minimize this danger, S had not eaten solid food for
several hours before the session. After lunch at work that Friday
she did not eat again before her session began late in the evening.
The final padlock probably clicked closed a little before midnight,
but by that time she could no longer tell the time; she was blinded
and could not hear the television sound well enough.
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- Wearing a bondage hood with only tiny
holes for breathing through the nose presents obvious dangers
of asphyxiation. S was healthy for the session, had no symptoms
of an approaching cold, and was confident her nose would remain
uncongested. Another danger is that a hood can slip and move
the breathing holes away from the nostrils. S had removed this
possibility by tightly lacing the hood, as mentioned in the poem.
She finds that tight lacing enhances the feeling of helpless
bondage and wanted it for this session.
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- She could to some extent exhale through
her mouth, the air finding it way around her gag, under the leather
covering her face and escaping down her neck. Exhaling in this
way forces saliva out, that is why the poem mentions drool trickling
down her chin. S could not inhale through her mouth; the leather
would cling too tightly to her face. She could only breathe
in through her nose. The two tiny air holes under her nostrils
allowed her enough air if she lay resting, but not for prolonged
effort. So to struggle across the floor in search of the key
meant she had to breathe in hard, and take frequent rests. S
finds this breathing restriction adds greatly to the excitement
of her bondage sessions.
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- Struggling across the floor in a restrictive
hogtie presents many problems. Apart from the difficulty of
locomotion, perhaps the worst are scrapes and carpet burns on
exposed bare skin. To avoid getting painful and disfiguring
carpet burns, S removed the rugs leaving only a polished or,
more accurately, polyurethaned wooden floor.
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- S had weights attached to her nipple clamps.
These dragged on the floor and pulled on her nipples as she
moved. The weights were round and the floor was smooth, so there
was no danger of the weights getting snagged and caught in a
crack in the floor. Apart from the pleasurable pain of the tugs
on her nipples, the weights increased the interest and difficulty
of the session. As she moved the tugs constantly reminded her
of her nipple bondage and she had to be careful to avoid getting
the weights trapped under her body.
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- S was not wearing a collar or anything
restrictive around her neck. This was not because of any inherent
danger; she feels her posture collar is quite safe to wear.
It was simply that this additional piece of bondage was reserved
for a possible future session according to her procedure of gradually
increasing the difficultly of her sessions.
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- As indicated in the poem, S threw a handcuff
key into the next room so that she did not know exactly where
it landed. This was to increase the difficulty of finding it.
Finding a small handcuff key on the floor bound and blind as
she was would have been almost impossible. So the handcuff key
was attached to a key ring along with another key, a padlock
key, whose purpose will be explained shortly.
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- There was the danger that she couldn’t
find the key; that it had become inaccessible, or simply that
she became too exhausted to continue searching. To reduce this
danger she had a second set of keys connected to an ice timer
attached to the ceiling. After about ten or twelve hours the
timer would release the keys that would then drop and hang just
above the floor on a string in a location she could easily find
while blind. In this session the ice timer and its keys were
next to the door with a bowl to catch the water drips. There
was a towel in the bowl to muffle the sound of the drips. Her
ears were plugged and being covered by the bondage hood meant
she could not hear the water dripping and had no way of telling
if the keys had fallen without moving the bowl and feeling the
water droplets. It would be difficult to reposition the bowl
back under the drips, and since she didn’t want water dripping
on the floor and damaging it, this was a very strong incentive
to keep searching and not risk moving the bowl to see if the
ice timer had released the keys.
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- Having found the handcuff key, she would
not be able to use it immediately to unlock her handcuffs. Although
she could easily unlock them with her hands locked normally behind
her back, the strenuous hogtie position prevented this possibility.
The combination of the elbow tie and the tension of her bent
legs pulling the handcuffs down towards her hands, restricted
the motion of her hands so that she could not get the key into
the handcuff keyhole. Instead she first had to use the second
key on the key ring to unlock the padlock that connected her
ankle chain to her handcuffs. This released the tension on her
handcuffs giving her sufficient flexibility to unlock them.
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- Another danger was that her hands could
have become too numb to function. The elbow tie was not too
narrow and not too tight so that she knew from experience it
would not cut off circulation. The cuffs were, of course, double
locked. She thought that if her hands did, despite her precautions,
become too numb, she could press her knees and feet against a
wall and bend her legs to take the tension of her handcuffs and
allow her hands to slowly recover. But she had not tried this
maneuver.
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- Despite all her precautions she knew there
was a possibility she could become trapped. There are some known
dangers that are impossible to completely prevent. A key could
break off in a lock, or the lock itself could malfunction. She
had reduced this danger by testing all the locks before her session,
and she routinely kept them in good condition and lubricated
them with WD40. She had reduced the probability of someone breaking
in by having the television and some lights on. Some other possible
dangers, such as meteorites and earthquakes, she thought she
could accept. Fortunately she does not leave in an area subject
to tsunami.
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- Fire is another danger. Being burned
alive while bound helplessly in chains is a terrible way to die.
So S had a fast, or relatively fast, backup escape; one to be
used only in the direst emergency. She had a can of used and
very dirty motor oil positioned on a closet shelf over her favorite
and most expensive clothes. A third set of keys was tied to
the neck of this can and a string hung down to the floor. This
was in the first room, her bedroom, not the room with the key.
The end of the string lying on the floor was surrounded with
books so that if she were disoriented, as she would be most of
the session, she would not accidentally wriggle over the string
and upset the oil over her clothes. She had, in one early session,
accidentally upset oil on her clothes ruining some of them to
her great chagrin.
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- There are, of course, many other possible
dangers, both known and unknown. So for her final precaution
she had invited a friend to come over. This was to be about
16 hours after the start of the session, a few hours after she
had had an opportunity to use the ice timer keys. This is mentioned
in the continuation of the poem:
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- If I can’t get free by
half past three
- I have a backup just in case;
- I’ve asked a friend around
for tea,
- But that would mean complete
disgrace.
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- As indicated the friend knew nothing of
her bondage activities, and finding S bound in a hogtie would
cause intense embarrassment and perhaps other problems.
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- I do not plan on finishing or posting
the rest of the poem; finishing it would take too much work and
posting it would make it too long. However, readers may be relieved
to know that S did eventually get free.
SusanSub April 2011
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