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- Bondage Master Dragon
- Copyright SusanSub Feb, 2007
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- Warning! This story might contain
activities that might not be suitable in selfbondage. Please
play safe.
- Bondage Master Dragon
- Copyright SusanSub Feb, 2007
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- Why did I tie myself up into such a painful
position? I am not a masochist; at least I don’t think I
am. So a little background about myself might be useful so you
can understand why I did it.
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- I am in my mid twenties and have been
tying myself up for years. I love the feeling of being tied or
chained so that I am completely helpless. I find this sexually
arousing and invariably have one or more orgasms. The greatest
thrill comes from the rush I get when I think I am permanently
stuck and have no way out. This doesn’t happen very often,
since I am no fool and always provide a second method of escape.
Since I obviously can’t tie myself up so that I cannot escape
(well I could, but then I wouldn’t be writing this would
I?) the nearest I can get to this feeling is to make the time
of release uncertain. There are various methods of doing this,
but I invented a new one for this session.
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- Normally I like to experience bondage
as purely restrictive, but recently I have been introducing a
little pain into my sessions. The reason has to do with my recently
acquired boyfriend. He has many great qualities but unfortunately
he doesn’t approve of bondage and refuses to tie me up.
He even says it is perverted. The sex I have with him is good,
but it doesn’t fully satisfy me and I still feel a craving
for bondage. I do it when he is not around, which is quite easy
since we are not living together. However, since I know he disapproves,
it makes me feel guilty. I thought that if I made my self-bondage
sessions less pleasant, I would learn to dislike them and might
give them up entirely.
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- So now you see the curious state of mind
I was in when I planned the session I am about to describe. Part
of me wanted to make the session unpleasant, but another part
wanted to make it pleasurable. Given that there would be pain,
I wanted to make the session as enjoyable as possible. I wanted
to make the bondage secure, have a method of reaching a climax,
and not know the time of release.
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- To make the time of release uncertain
I enlisted the services of my cat, Dragon. He is called that
since I was heavily involved in fantasy games when I acquired
him. I would be released from my bondage only when Dragon decided
the time was right.
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- For the session I needed a strong anchor
point in the ceiling and several in the floor. I had screwed
a large eyelet into a ceiling beam that would easily take all
my weight. When not being used for bondage it held a hanging
fern. This deception was not 100 percent convincing since it
was not centered in a window, but ferns don’t need direct
sunlight and few people come into my apartment.
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- The floor anchors presented a different
problem. I did not want to ruin the polished hardwood floor by
putting screw eyes into it, so I used a large and heavy piece
of plywood, four feet by eight feet. I put eyebolts through it
and secured them with nuts and washers. To prevent the ends of
the bolts scratching the floor I put a thick rug under it.
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- When not in use this plywood was difficult
to conceal. I leaned it against my bedroom wall, partially painted
the underside and pretended it was a work of art in progress!
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- I won’t bore you with all the details
of my preparation for this session. I wanted it to be perfect
so I spent several evenings measuring and testing to make sure
that the lengths of chain and string were just right.
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- The general idea was that I would be standing
in a strappado position suspended by my wrists from the ceiling
anchor. I would be wearing high heels and my legs would be held
wide apart by fetters. As if this wasn’t enough, a chain
connected from my crotch to the plywood directly below me would
prevent me straightening my legs. The torment was that I could
stand with my knees bent putting pressure on my thighs, or I
could relax putting pressure on my shoulders.
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- The actual bondage was a little more elaborate,
and I had provided a way of pleasuring myself to compensate for
the torment, but I will explain it in more detail when I describe
the actual session. I will just describe the release method.
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- The main release method involved my cat.
A plate of food would be on the floor and a string attached to
this plate would pass through two pulleys on the ceiling and
hold my keys and a small weight above me. When Dragon ate enough
food the weight would lift the plate and lower the keys to my
waiting hands. Simple in concept, but my first trials didn’t
work. These trials didn’t involve Dragon; I removed the
food myself. I was disappointed to find the method unreliable;
the plate would rise, but not always all the way. It would get
stuck, sometimes a foot or so off the floor, not enough to lower
the keys to my hands.
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- I eventually found the solution. I attached
the string to one edge of the plate. Now when the plate began
to rise it dumped the remaining food onto the floor and rose
quickly. This method worked every time I tested it, so I thought
I could rely on it.
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- Of course I did not rely only on this
method of escape. I planned to use an ice timer that would drop
a second set of keys to my hands. I hate ice-cold water dripping
on me, it takes all the pleasure out of bondage, so this timer
would be off to one side.
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- These two escape methods meant screwing
more eyelets into the ceiling, but they could be small since
they didn’t have to take much weight. If anyone asked what
they were for I planned to say that I had been thinking of putting
up track lighting.
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- The day I had planned for my bondage session,
a Thursday, arrived. I came home from work early. I didn’t
want the session to go late in case Dragon fell asleep and decided
not to eat.
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- First I prepared my plywood board. I moved
it into position on a rug, padlocked fetters and a chain to the
eyebolts, and finally tied two premeasured lengths of string
to the eyebolts.
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- Next I fed Dragon, giving him salmon so
that he would get full. I didn’t want him releasing me too
quickly. After all this preparation I wanted at least half an
hour to enjoy the bondage.
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- Stepping onto my stool I set my ice timer,
putting about four hours worth of ice in it. I judged this to
be the absolute longest time I was prepared to be in bondage.
It was long enough that I would be hoping for Dragon to release
me.
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- Next I set up Dragon’s release, putting
a generous heap of dry food onto the plastic plate.
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- I padlocked a strong chain from the main
anchor point so that it hung straight down, and then I put the
stool away.
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- I completed my preparations by laying
out all the items I would need.
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- The moment has finally arrived to start
my bondage. I find I am already aroused; I am excited at the
prospect of what is to come.
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- I start by putting on my five-inch stiletto
heeled shoes. These have open toes and are quite comfortable.
I am not after comfort so omit the nylons I usually wear with
them. As I crouch down to buckle the straps I notice Dragon looking
at me.
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- Dragon and a fetter
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- I am not quite sure what he is thinking.
Perhaps he is patiently waiting for me to chain myself so he
can take charge, or is he simply wondering what I am doing? He
is probably puzzled how I managed to take my clothes off; he
has to wear his fur coat all the time. In front of him is the
heavy iron fetter that will bind my left ankle.
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- I pick up the harness that I made it out
of chrome-plated dog-collar chains. I am quite pleased with the
result; it is very strong and there is no way for me to break
it. It consists of a waist chain and an attached crotch chain.
The crotch chain is interrupted by two steel rings; one centered
over my ass and one over my pussy. Strong rubber bands are stretched
across these rings and tied to the crotch chain a few links away.
The picture shows the harness with the rubber bands stretched
out.
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- Chain harness
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- I wrap the waist chain around my waist,
pull the crotch chain tightly under my crotch to stretch the
rubber bands, suck in my stomach and padlock the ends together
in front. The harness presses into me and makes me feel sexy.
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- I am going to enjoy three penises during
the session; well two out of three. I lubricate one of them,
poke it through the ass ring and gently work it into my ass.
It has a flange at the bottom to prevent it slipping all the
way in. I pull the rubber band over it to hold it in place.
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- The second penis doesn’t need lubricating
since I am already wet with excitement. I push it through the
pussy ring and it slides easily into my vagina. I center the
rubber band over it to hold it inside me.
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- I am becoming very aroused but resist
the temptation to masturbate. It is time for the more painful
parts of my bondage.
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- Picking up my penis gag, I force its short
fat penis into my mouth, and buckle the strap under my hair and
around the back of my head. Dragon looks up at me as if to say,
‘You’re crazy,’ stands up and leaves the room
with his tail held high. Perhaps I am crazy; the penis forces
my jaw wide open and it is already uncomfortable. I hope Dragon
will decide to release me long before the ice timer yields its
set of keys.
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- For secure bondage I prefer steel to rope
and leather. It is so much more masterful, so implacable and
unyielding; a true master. But for this session I have decided
to use leather cuffs for my wrists rather than my usual handcuffs.
They will not cut off circulation, as steel manacles tend to
do when holding ones arms under tension. I buckle my leather
cuffs around my wrists and padlock them closed.
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- My nipples are pierced, and I hang weights
from my nipple rings. I will be bending forward during my session,
so the weights will help stretch my nipples. We all want longer
nipples don’t we? Actually this is just for completeness,
all my important sexy parts are now in some sort of bondage;
my pussy, my ass, my nipples and my mouth.
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- Now it is time to anchor myself. I crouch
down, lift up the chain attached to the eyebolt between my feet
and padlock it to my crotch chain, just below the pussy ring.
This chain prevents me from standing up; its length is a few
inches too short.
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- Reaching down I pick up a string tied
to the same eyebolt and a small padlock. I thread the hasp of
the padlock through the loop at the end of the string, through
an eyelet that I have screwed into the end of the penis in my
vagina, and around the rubber band at the end of the penis. I
press the padlock closed with a small click. The length of the
string is such that when I stand up as much as I can, the penis
will be pulled half out of me. I use string instead of chain
since I don’t want the rubber band to support the extra
weight of a chain.
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- I reach behind me and pick up the other
string, which is tied to an eyebolt behind me. I padlock this
to an eyelet in the end of the penis in my ass making sure to
include the rubber band. When I stand up this string will pull
the penis partially out of my ass.
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- I carefully move my feet out until they
are next to the iron fetters. I lift the iron cuffs up, close
them around my ankles, and padlock them. The bondage is getting
serious, and I am becoming even more aroused; I am shaking with
excited nervousness and feel I am not far from an orgasm.
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- I pick up the last three padlocks and
the final short chain. Putting my arms behind me I padlock my
wrists together using the chain and D rings on my leather cuffs.
I feel for the center link of the chain and thread the hasp of
the final padlock through it. Holding this padlock I stand up
as far as I can feeling the two penises pull partially out of
me. I bend forwards, reach up behind me as high as I can to the
chain hanging from the ceiling anchor, and thread the hasp of
the padlock through it. I hesitate only a fraction of a second
before closing the padlock.
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- I am now trapped in my bondage and am
at the mercy of Dragon. I will be released only when he decides.
Such a strange inversion of the world order, he is usually dependent
on me for food, now I am dependent on him for my freedom.
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- The drawing shows me in this final bondage
position. I apologize for the quality of the drawing, but I’m
not really an artist and I’m not good at drawing human figures.
I don’t think the drawing is to scale, and my feet are shown
too close together. But hopefully it gives you some idea of my
position.
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- The final bondage position
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- I relax my leg muscles and sink down.
Two things happen, the rubber bands force the two penises into
me and I feel a painful pressure on my arms and shoulders. I
expected to only feel pain in my shoulders, but my upper arms
and elbows also hurt.
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- To relieve these pains I stand up and
the two phalluses pull partially out. This feels so sexy it drives
away all other thoughts. I rock up and down a couple more times
and then come.
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- The orgasm is powerful and engulfs me.
I want to experience it to the fullest so continue to rock up
and down. I let go all restraint, twist and turn in my bonds
and scream into my gag. I can feel the penises moving within
me, and the weights pulling on my nipples as they swing. The
freedom to give up all control over one’s body is one advantage
of bondage orgasms; no matter what you do you cannot hurt or
disturb your lover. You can bite and kick and scream to your
hearts content, you can let go all your inhibitions.
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- I rock and scream and twist in my bonds.
My sphincter clenches on the penis fucking my ass, and my vagina
grips the penis fucking my pussy and tries to pull it deeper
in. I swing my breasts and feel the weights playing with my nipples.
I am in heaven.
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- The feeling gradually subsides, and I
hang panting in my bonds trying to get enough air through my
nose and around my gag. I am only taking part of my weight on
my legs; the pain in my shoulders seems less important.
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- As I recover the pain in my arms intrudes
more into my consciousness and I stand up. I feel the penises
move, they are still hard. This is another advantage of having
bondage as a lover; his sexual equipment never disappoints, never
goes soft. He is still hard, ready for me to experience his pleasure
whenever I feel ready for it. But I am not yet ready, I need
to rest after that tumultuous orgasm.
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- I am surprised that my screams, even though
muffled by my gag, did not bring Dragon in to investigate. I
surmise that he probably has more important cat-like things to
think about than investigate the strange noises from his captive,
particularly since the noises didn’t sound like a tin of
food being opened.
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- In many bondage sessions one is faced
with boredom after the first orgasm, and one waits impatiently
for release. Not so with the position I have bound myself into.
Hard penises still penetrate my orifices, two of them ready to
move and give me more pleasure should I so desire. But at the
same time there is pain, pain in my thighs and shoulders, pain
that will only get worse with time, pain that can only be alleviated
in one part by greatly increasing it in others.
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- At the moment the pain isn’t severe.
I like hiking and my legs are strong, so they are still able
to support my weight and avoid putting too much pressure on my
arms and shoulders.
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- Now that I’ve had a major orgasm
I wouldn’t mind being released. I have experienced the pleasure
of the position, and have tasted the pain. I force myself to
stand and wait for Dragon to appear. I wait a long time but he
does not come.
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- The muscles in my legs become tired so
I relax them a little and sink down. The two penises push sexily
into me. They feel so good I decide I ought to try to have another
orgasm. Perhaps this was what Dragon is waiting for, he wants
me to have two orgasms before he will release me. I begin to
rock slowly up and down savoring the erotic penetrations and
withdrawals. I feel an orgasm approaching and begin to speed
up my movement as it gets closer.
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- I notice Dragon has walked into the room
and I immediately freeze. I don’t mind being in bondage
when he is around, he is used to that, but I feel too embarrassed
to masturbate in front of him.
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- He looks at me, walks over to the food
plate and sniffs it. Finding it is not salmon or one of his favorite
delicacies he comes over to me. He meows and rubs himself against
the inside of my left leg. He is obviously trying to get on my
good side so I will feed him.
- “I’ll give you salmon as soon
as you release me,” I tell him, but it is hard to enunciate
with a mouth full of rubber penis. In any case he wouldn’t
understand me, it is just a fancy of mine.
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- He rubs against my other leg, sniffs his
food, tastes a morsel, then walks out of the room.
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- “Come back and eat,” I say as
he leaves. “It looks really delicious.”
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- Actually I am not sure I want to be released;
I am close to my second orgasm and want to experience it. As
soon as Dragon leaves the room I resume my rocking motion and
am soon rewarded with another mighty orgasm.
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- So much for pleasure. Now it is pain’s
turn. My leg muscles are aching and I have to relax them more
frequently and support more of my weight on my arms. I alternate
putting pressure on my legs and my shoulders. I try moving my
feet. The chains holding the fetters to the plywood allow a little
movement, but no matter how I place my feet I cannot straighten
my legs. Moving my feet does not seem to help alleviate the pain
in my thighs. The period that I can support my weight on my legs
is becoming shorter and shorter.
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- Each time I change my position in an attempt
to rest my thighs or my shoulders, the penises move. I give myself
a third orgasm. It is another strain on my legs, but it is worth
it.
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- Dragon comes into the room to check out
the food situation but leaves when he finds nothing new.
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- By now my legs are giving out completely
and the pains in my arms and shoulders are so intense they dwarf
those in my aching jaw.
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- My legs shake when I try to stand, my
muscles are almost completely shot. I worry about my hands, but
so far can still feel and move my fingers. I know I can’t
endure the full four hours till my ice timer releases. I can
only hope that Dragon releases me soon. To encourage him I begin
to call his name as best as I can through the gag.
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- Finally he comes. He looks at me and seems
to decide that I have had enough, for he strolls over to the
food plate, crouches down and begins to eat. I remain absolutely
still; I don’t want to disturb him. ‘Yes that’s
right,’ I say to him in my mind, ‘Eat up; there’s
a good boy. Eat it all up.’
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- Dragon is not the tidiest of eaters and
he pushes some of the food off the plate. Suddenly the plate
tilts and Dragon freezes in surprise. The plate continues to
tilt, dumps the remainder of the food onto the floor, and rises
into the air. Dragon turns tail and flees from the room.
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- My joy that Dragon has released me is
tempered by compassion for him; I hope I haven’t given him
a phobia about eating.
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- The keys descend and I lean over to grab
them with my fingers. I free myself and collapse onto the floor
where I lie and massage my aching legs and arms.
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- A few minutes later I stagger into the
kitchen to give Dragon the reward I have promised and which he
so richly deserves. He has been an excellent bondage master,
keeping me in suspense and finally releasing me at just the right
time after I have had my fill of both pleasure and pain. I look
at the clock, I have been in bondage for just over an hour.
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