Relaxation (M/Self)
Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2025 12:21 am
So this is something I did last night to relax after an exhausting day. I've been needing some good bondage for a while but unfortunately the bf's out of town, so I had to make do. I apologize in advance if the pacing or format or imagery isn't up to snuff. I haven't written in a long while. Trying to get back in the swing of things, and this quick self-bondage session seemed like something pretty simple and unintimidating to tackle.
Firstly, I stripped naked, and got to work on a nice gag. I fished a couple of my boyfriend's socks out of the dirty clothes hamper and stuffed them into my mouth. Two was enough to be comfortably overfilled, but not painfully so. I took my muzzle harness gag and started securing that over my head. The muzzle pressed flat over my mouth, securing the socks tightly in place. The integrated collar wrapped tightly around my neck. Buckles and D-rings clinked softly as I continued to work.
I wrapped a leather cuff around each ankle, buckled, but not locked. I placed a padded blindfold over my forehead, at the ready to be pulled over my eyes when the time was right, and squeezed a pair of foam ear plugs into my ears.
I have a pull-up bar that can be installed on any door frame that's perfect for positions like the one I was planning. Honestly can't recommend it enough. I tossed a firm pillow directly underneath, then doubled over a 100ft length of rope and draped it over the center of the bar.
Next, I got to work on a basic harness. I wasn't up for any fancy rope work at this time of night, which is why I have about a dozen of those canvas skater belts. They're the kind that have 2 big D-rings at the end and can easily be pulled tighter, but not so easily loosened unless you have both hands free. Quick and easy. I wrapped 3 in a row around the slimmest part of my waist, tight enough to grip my body without restricting my breathing too much. I wrapped 2 more around my chest: one at the base, and one at the top, just beneath my armpits. I tightened one more belt around the top of each thigh, just under my butt, making sure to run these belts through the D-ring on the corresponding ankle cuff, to pull my legs into a tight frogtie.
Before continuing, I had to make sure I had the rest of my gear within arms reach. I stuffed 4 open cuffs, and two knee-high athletic socks, under my waist belts. One more of my canvas belts was pulled through the D-ring of one of the cuffs destined for my upper arms.
I also had two small open padlocks, with their keys on a ring tied to the end of 200 feet of clothesline. The other end of the clothesline was tied to the cuff destined for one of my wrists.
I ran the rope through a D-ring at the top of my harness gag, then tied it off to the back of every one of the belts wrapped around my torso, and the two around my thighs. Through quick trial-and-error, I was able to tie everything off so that the force was pretty evenly spread over me. I pulled the rope tighter and tighter, removing all the slack until I was pulled ramrod straight. Then, with one forceful tug at a time, I pulled myself up higher and higher until I was standing on my knees in the center of the pillow. A few more tugs and my knees were just barely grazing it, with most of my weight held up by my harness. I managed to tie it off without losing too much tension, only dropping a little bit of my weight back to the floor.
I was starting to break a sweat. My breathing was getting heavier. It was almost complete. I writhed in place and turned my head back and forth, taking a moment to revel in how thoroughly restrained I was getting. My cock stood pounding at full mast, swaying in front of me. All that was left was my arms.
Last chance, I pulled the blindfold down over my eyes, plunging myself into pitch darkness. I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped me. The sensations were quickly building up. I had to make a conscious effort to concentrate now.
I pulled the athletic socks over my arms. They're able to reach about halfway up my biceps, very loosely pulling my hands into mitts. It's a delicate balance: I can force my hands open to grab at things, but it still drastically reduces my freedom. Everything beyond this point will become frustratingly finicky.
I fumbled around until my wrist cuffs were on as tightly as I could manage. I obsessively checked and re-checked that the end of the key string was still tied in place. After confirming that it was secured to my right wrist cuff, I stuck the open padlocks through the cuff's buckles, and continued.
The elbow cuffs were, as always, a nightmare. I had to brace them against my chest and blindly attempt to pull the straps through their buckles, but after plenty of frustration and a few tears, I finally got them secured in place above my elbows.
My heart was racing. So close now.
I took the end of the belt that was hanging from my elbow cuff, and used it to loosely connect my elbows behind my back. I pulled it tighter until my arms were firmly pulled behind me. Not too painfully tight, just... comfortingly intense, if that makes any sense. Enough for my shoulders to be pulled back, and my chest to be forced forward.
My chest heaved as my breathing grew heavier. Sweat dribbled down my naked body. Precum leaked from my aching member. I was at the limit of my ability to control myself. I had to finish now.
I took the looped clothesline in my hand and tossed it across the room behind me. Then, without taking a moment's hesitation, I locked my wrist cuffs together, to the rope behind my back.
Immediately, a violent shudder ran up my spine. I tugged at my now-trapped arms and arched my back, chest shoved forward like the shameless slut I was. A guttural half-groan, half-whimper forced its way out of me as my hips shakily thrusted against the air.
I was trapped, completely, in a stringent standing hogtie, my knees barely pressing into the pillow. The only way out would be to gruelingly reel in the 200 feet of clothesline strewn behind me to retrieve the keyring and unlock my cuffs.
The sensations were so intense. My whole body was on fire. Every breath brought another obscene moan.
I couldn't think. I meekly thrashed against my strict bonds over and over, not even registering the ever-increasing burning in my every muscle. Sweat poured down my body in rivers. I could feel precum come in spurts down the length of my cock, culminating in a constant stream gushing to the floor.
"Fmmgh... hnnnghl..." A garbled mess of moans and whimpers continuously forced their way from the very bottom of my lungs.
My mind was drowning in sensory overload. My body frenetically bounced from full limpness to full tension and back again. Every cuff, every belt, every rope was soul-crushing bliss pressed into my skin.
My breathing grew quicker, shallower, hotter, as the heat grew higher inside me. I was utterly drenched in sweat. Drool filled my muzzle as I sputtered and cried out.
I was no longer in control. My body thrusted into the darkness with reckless abandon, sending sweat and precum flying off me. My muscles ached with ferocious intensity, but I couldn't stop myself.
It wasn't long before I was forced past the point of no return. I drew my hips in as hard as I could, pulling myself fully off the floor. Then, with a cry, I every muscle fiber in my body strained, forcing me into an incredibly strenuous arch.
The climax was all-encompassing as I fired rope after rope of sticky cum into the air. My body violently twitched in place with every last one. I silently screamed, my lungs painfully empty. My eyes rolled back as a tsunami of unbearable ecstasy crashed through every inch of me.
It seemed to go on for an eternity before the spurts finally slowed down, and finally stopped. I stood paralyzed for minutes, my breathing deep and heavy as I tried to catch my breath, and regain my senses. I let out a soft whimper as one last dribble of cum leaked from my still-hard member.
Finally, I was able to un-tense. My entire body went limp at once, completely and utterly spent, but something was different. I instinctively tried to look down in confusion, only for my head to be yanked back into place looking straight forward. The pillow was gone. I must've kicked it away in my mindless thrashing. And now that I was hanging limp, my knees just barely grazed against the floor. I whimpered again as my belt harness dug into my waist. It wasn't meant to carry my full weight.
I took another deep breath as the exhaustion crept in. Every fiber in my body ached intensely. I didn't even want to think about release. It would take an age to reel in the key. I didn't have it in me.
I was drenched, head to toe, in sweat. The cool night air was a welcome respite to my weary muscles. The exhaustion of the long day was starting to pull me down. I hung, completely limp, and completely spent. The belts were starting to bruise the sides of my waist, but I didn't have it in me to care. My eyes fell shut behind the blindfold as relaxation washed over me. Bliss. This is just what I needed.
I reveled in the gentle tug of my bonds, the firm hold on my arms, the soothing pressure against every deep breath. I let out a soft moan as I settled in for the night, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
...
I awoke with a start. Dazed and confused, I meekly tugged at my arm bonds and tried to look around before remembering what was going on. Everything was so sore and stiff. I whimpered in pain as I tried to move my arms and legs, twisting back and forth to wake up. My waist was in agony, bruised and tender from being crushed all night. My knees still barely touched the floor as I swayed back and forth. A soft cry escaped me as I remembered the string and how I was still 200 feet away from freedom.
I moaned and slouched what little I could in resignation as I began to try to reel in the string. With socks over your hands, this is far easier said than done. I couldn't do any of the usual tricks of looping it around my fingers, I just had to hold it in both hands and pull one centimeter at a time, over, and over, and over.
The frustration was unreal. At 3 different points, I dropped the string and had to start from square 1. Tears leaked down my cheeks and I breathed heavily as it got harder and harder to keep it together.
By drop number 4, I lost it. I screamed into my gag and thrashed against my cruel bonds. I twisted back and forth, throwing my arms back and clapping my thighs together. All that accomplished was making the pain around my waist even sharper, but it was all I could do as I threw my delirious tantrum.
Somewhere in all this, somehow, I noticed my cock was hard yet again. Morning wood. At this point, I was so frustrated and so resigned that I thought fuck it, I need a break from that accursed string.
I experimentally pressed my hips forward and back, feeling a twinge of pleasure as my bonds tugged against me. I felt the bead of precum leak out, and let our a sardonic laugh. Of course I'd be horny right now. Of course my body would never know when enough was enough. Fuck it. Let's see if I can have another ride.
I started writhing with more purpose, thrusting forward and back, forward and back, into the morning air. It was way harder now that I was essentially fully suspended, with no leverage against the floor whatsoever. My ass, my thighs, my abs were all on fire, but the heat was already starting to rise again. My cheeks felt warm as the pain slowly became pleasure once more.
It took longer this time, a desperate, grueling effort to find some pleasure in this sea of frustration. My knees rhythmically bumped against the floor with every thrust, steadily becoming less measured and more desperate as the lust grew within me. My eyes were squeezed shut as I tried to focus on the sensations, every cuff, every belt, pressing against me, the firm tugging on my arms and legs, my chest forced forward into the air...
I threw my head back, arched my body forward, and let out a long, guttural moan as the climax finally wracked my broken body. I twitched with every spurt, painting the floor in front of me with even more ropes of white. It wasn't nearly the eclectic crash of last night, but it was still long, intense, and deeply, deeply, satisfying.
I sighed as the last few spurts of cum dribbled out of me, and the soreness returned ten times worse. I blinked a few tears from the corners of my eyes as I tried to relax, tried to just limply hang in place, but the pain had become unbearably intense. My cock still stood at attention, fueled by that pain, but I knew I probably wouldn't be able to do that a third time. There was no more denying it, no more distractions. I had to get free.
And so I slaved away for hours, diligently reeling in the string. I managed not to drop it anymore, thank god. My hands were excruciatingly sore from the repetitive motions and constant tension, but I had no choice.
I cried with relief when I finally felt the keyring touch my socked fingers. Thinking fast, I stuffed part of the string under my cuff, so I'd only have a few inches to reel in if I dropped it again. It took a few minutes to fumble with the keys until I was finally able to unlock first the right, then the left cuff, and I was finally free.
It was hard work to fully untie myself. Every movement was punctuated with agonizing soreness. But eventually I did, crawled into my bathroom, and laid flat against the cool tile floor. The relief was immense, finally able to lay fully flat, with the wonderful coolness soothing my skin and muscles. That was just what I needed.
Thanks for reading! I hope this was a satisfying little short story. Not as intense as some of them out there, but this was deliberately more of a relaxing tie than anything too interestingly torturous. All said and done, I was only bound for about 14 hours, from 2am to 4pm.
I'm still extremely sore, so unfortunately @CaptiveDan I'll need a few days to recover before I can give your latest Bondage Challenge a try!
This is the problem I was talking about with chastity and bonage, @YourCaptor75. Even with no direct simulation, I can't really control it ;P
Firstly, I stripped naked, and got to work on a nice gag. I fished a couple of my boyfriend's socks out of the dirty clothes hamper and stuffed them into my mouth. Two was enough to be comfortably overfilled, but not painfully so. I took my muzzle harness gag and started securing that over my head. The muzzle pressed flat over my mouth, securing the socks tightly in place. The integrated collar wrapped tightly around my neck. Buckles and D-rings clinked softly as I continued to work.
I wrapped a leather cuff around each ankle, buckled, but not locked. I placed a padded blindfold over my forehead, at the ready to be pulled over my eyes when the time was right, and squeezed a pair of foam ear plugs into my ears.
I have a pull-up bar that can be installed on any door frame that's perfect for positions like the one I was planning. Honestly can't recommend it enough. I tossed a firm pillow directly underneath, then doubled over a 100ft length of rope and draped it over the center of the bar.
Next, I got to work on a basic harness. I wasn't up for any fancy rope work at this time of night, which is why I have about a dozen of those canvas skater belts. They're the kind that have 2 big D-rings at the end and can easily be pulled tighter, but not so easily loosened unless you have both hands free. Quick and easy. I wrapped 3 in a row around the slimmest part of my waist, tight enough to grip my body without restricting my breathing too much. I wrapped 2 more around my chest: one at the base, and one at the top, just beneath my armpits. I tightened one more belt around the top of each thigh, just under my butt, making sure to run these belts through the D-ring on the corresponding ankle cuff, to pull my legs into a tight frogtie.
Before continuing, I had to make sure I had the rest of my gear within arms reach. I stuffed 4 open cuffs, and two knee-high athletic socks, under my waist belts. One more of my canvas belts was pulled through the D-ring of one of the cuffs destined for my upper arms.
I also had two small open padlocks, with their keys on a ring tied to the end of 200 feet of clothesline. The other end of the clothesline was tied to the cuff destined for one of my wrists.
I ran the rope through a D-ring at the top of my harness gag, then tied it off to the back of every one of the belts wrapped around my torso, and the two around my thighs. Through quick trial-and-error, I was able to tie everything off so that the force was pretty evenly spread over me. I pulled the rope tighter and tighter, removing all the slack until I was pulled ramrod straight. Then, with one forceful tug at a time, I pulled myself up higher and higher until I was standing on my knees in the center of the pillow. A few more tugs and my knees were just barely grazing it, with most of my weight held up by my harness. I managed to tie it off without losing too much tension, only dropping a little bit of my weight back to the floor.
I was starting to break a sweat. My breathing was getting heavier. It was almost complete. I writhed in place and turned my head back and forth, taking a moment to revel in how thoroughly restrained I was getting. My cock stood pounding at full mast, swaying in front of me. All that was left was my arms.
Last chance, I pulled the blindfold down over my eyes, plunging myself into pitch darkness. I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped me. The sensations were quickly building up. I had to make a conscious effort to concentrate now.
I pulled the athletic socks over my arms. They're able to reach about halfway up my biceps, very loosely pulling my hands into mitts. It's a delicate balance: I can force my hands open to grab at things, but it still drastically reduces my freedom. Everything beyond this point will become frustratingly finicky.
I fumbled around until my wrist cuffs were on as tightly as I could manage. I obsessively checked and re-checked that the end of the key string was still tied in place. After confirming that it was secured to my right wrist cuff, I stuck the open padlocks through the cuff's buckles, and continued.
The elbow cuffs were, as always, a nightmare. I had to brace them against my chest and blindly attempt to pull the straps through their buckles, but after plenty of frustration and a few tears, I finally got them secured in place above my elbows.
My heart was racing. So close now.
I took the end of the belt that was hanging from my elbow cuff, and used it to loosely connect my elbows behind my back. I pulled it tighter until my arms were firmly pulled behind me. Not too painfully tight, just... comfortingly intense, if that makes any sense. Enough for my shoulders to be pulled back, and my chest to be forced forward.
My chest heaved as my breathing grew heavier. Sweat dribbled down my naked body. Precum leaked from my aching member. I was at the limit of my ability to control myself. I had to finish now.
I took the looped clothesline in my hand and tossed it across the room behind me. Then, without taking a moment's hesitation, I locked my wrist cuffs together, to the rope behind my back.
Immediately, a violent shudder ran up my spine. I tugged at my now-trapped arms and arched my back, chest shoved forward like the shameless slut I was. A guttural half-groan, half-whimper forced its way out of me as my hips shakily thrusted against the air.
I was trapped, completely, in a stringent standing hogtie, my knees barely pressing into the pillow. The only way out would be to gruelingly reel in the 200 feet of clothesline strewn behind me to retrieve the keyring and unlock my cuffs.
The sensations were so intense. My whole body was on fire. Every breath brought another obscene moan.
I couldn't think. I meekly thrashed against my strict bonds over and over, not even registering the ever-increasing burning in my every muscle. Sweat poured down my body in rivers. I could feel precum come in spurts down the length of my cock, culminating in a constant stream gushing to the floor.
"Fmmgh... hnnnghl..." A garbled mess of moans and whimpers continuously forced their way from the very bottom of my lungs.
My mind was drowning in sensory overload. My body frenetically bounced from full limpness to full tension and back again. Every cuff, every belt, every rope was soul-crushing bliss pressed into my skin.
My breathing grew quicker, shallower, hotter, as the heat grew higher inside me. I was utterly drenched in sweat. Drool filled my muzzle as I sputtered and cried out.
I was no longer in control. My body thrusted into the darkness with reckless abandon, sending sweat and precum flying off me. My muscles ached with ferocious intensity, but I couldn't stop myself.
It wasn't long before I was forced past the point of no return. I drew my hips in as hard as I could, pulling myself fully off the floor. Then, with a cry, I every muscle fiber in my body strained, forcing me into an incredibly strenuous arch.
The climax was all-encompassing as I fired rope after rope of sticky cum into the air. My body violently twitched in place with every last one. I silently screamed, my lungs painfully empty. My eyes rolled back as a tsunami of unbearable ecstasy crashed through every inch of me.
It seemed to go on for an eternity before the spurts finally slowed down, and finally stopped. I stood paralyzed for minutes, my breathing deep and heavy as I tried to catch my breath, and regain my senses. I let out a soft whimper as one last dribble of cum leaked from my still-hard member.
Finally, I was able to un-tense. My entire body went limp at once, completely and utterly spent, but something was different. I instinctively tried to look down in confusion, only for my head to be yanked back into place looking straight forward. The pillow was gone. I must've kicked it away in my mindless thrashing. And now that I was hanging limp, my knees just barely grazed against the floor. I whimpered again as my belt harness dug into my waist. It wasn't meant to carry my full weight.
I took another deep breath as the exhaustion crept in. Every fiber in my body ached intensely. I didn't even want to think about release. It would take an age to reel in the key. I didn't have it in me.
I was drenched, head to toe, in sweat. The cool night air was a welcome respite to my weary muscles. The exhaustion of the long day was starting to pull me down. I hung, completely limp, and completely spent. The belts were starting to bruise the sides of my waist, but I didn't have it in me to care. My eyes fell shut behind the blindfold as relaxation washed over me. Bliss. This is just what I needed.
I reveled in the gentle tug of my bonds, the firm hold on my arms, the soothing pressure against every deep breath. I let out a soft moan as I settled in for the night, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
...
I awoke with a start. Dazed and confused, I meekly tugged at my arm bonds and tried to look around before remembering what was going on. Everything was so sore and stiff. I whimpered in pain as I tried to move my arms and legs, twisting back and forth to wake up. My waist was in agony, bruised and tender from being crushed all night. My knees still barely touched the floor as I swayed back and forth. A soft cry escaped me as I remembered the string and how I was still 200 feet away from freedom.
I moaned and slouched what little I could in resignation as I began to try to reel in the string. With socks over your hands, this is far easier said than done. I couldn't do any of the usual tricks of looping it around my fingers, I just had to hold it in both hands and pull one centimeter at a time, over, and over, and over.
The frustration was unreal. At 3 different points, I dropped the string and had to start from square 1. Tears leaked down my cheeks and I breathed heavily as it got harder and harder to keep it together.
By drop number 4, I lost it. I screamed into my gag and thrashed against my cruel bonds. I twisted back and forth, throwing my arms back and clapping my thighs together. All that accomplished was making the pain around my waist even sharper, but it was all I could do as I threw my delirious tantrum.
Somewhere in all this, somehow, I noticed my cock was hard yet again. Morning wood. At this point, I was so frustrated and so resigned that I thought fuck it, I need a break from that accursed string.
I experimentally pressed my hips forward and back, feeling a twinge of pleasure as my bonds tugged against me. I felt the bead of precum leak out, and let our a sardonic laugh. Of course I'd be horny right now. Of course my body would never know when enough was enough. Fuck it. Let's see if I can have another ride.
I started writhing with more purpose, thrusting forward and back, forward and back, into the morning air. It was way harder now that I was essentially fully suspended, with no leverage against the floor whatsoever. My ass, my thighs, my abs were all on fire, but the heat was already starting to rise again. My cheeks felt warm as the pain slowly became pleasure once more.
It took longer this time, a desperate, grueling effort to find some pleasure in this sea of frustration. My knees rhythmically bumped against the floor with every thrust, steadily becoming less measured and more desperate as the lust grew within me. My eyes were squeezed shut as I tried to focus on the sensations, every cuff, every belt, pressing against me, the firm tugging on my arms and legs, my chest forced forward into the air...
I threw my head back, arched my body forward, and let out a long, guttural moan as the climax finally wracked my broken body. I twitched with every spurt, painting the floor in front of me with even more ropes of white. It wasn't nearly the eclectic crash of last night, but it was still long, intense, and deeply, deeply, satisfying.
I sighed as the last few spurts of cum dribbled out of me, and the soreness returned ten times worse. I blinked a few tears from the corners of my eyes as I tried to relax, tried to just limply hang in place, but the pain had become unbearably intense. My cock still stood at attention, fueled by that pain, but I knew I probably wouldn't be able to do that a third time. There was no more denying it, no more distractions. I had to get free.
And so I slaved away for hours, diligently reeling in the string. I managed not to drop it anymore, thank god. My hands were excruciatingly sore from the repetitive motions and constant tension, but I had no choice.
I cried with relief when I finally felt the keyring touch my socked fingers. Thinking fast, I stuffed part of the string under my cuff, so I'd only have a few inches to reel in if I dropped it again. It took a few minutes to fumble with the keys until I was finally able to unlock first the right, then the left cuff, and I was finally free.
It was hard work to fully untie myself. Every movement was punctuated with agonizing soreness. But eventually I did, crawled into my bathroom, and laid flat against the cool tile floor. The relief was immense, finally able to lay fully flat, with the wonderful coolness soothing my skin and muscles. That was just what I needed.
Thanks for reading! I hope this was a satisfying little short story. Not as intense as some of them out there, but this was deliberately more of a relaxing tie than anything too interestingly torturous. All said and done, I was only bound for about 14 hours, from 2am to 4pm.
I'm still extremely sore, so unfortunately @CaptiveDan I'll need a few days to recover before I can give your latest Bondage Challenge a try!
This is the problem I was talking about with chastity and bonage, @YourCaptor75. Even with no direct simulation, I can't really control it ;P
