Self Bondage

My name is Mike, and I am not really all that kinky. But there was a time when I began getting into tying myself up and getting off on the process.

I'd played with self bondage for a while, but nothing too complex or involved. It's allure was a mystery to me, but undeniable. I am a guy that can get women if needed; not bad looking and I work out. Still, at least once a month I would end up sneaking off and trying out method of strapping myself into place for a while.

Being a mechanical engineer, I started putting some ideas to the test and ended up planning a scenario that made me hard just thinking about it. It was a huge leap for me, I had never done anything that complex, but I wanted to do it more than anything.

A few days before hand I got a cock cage, a good steel chastity device that was tight and would be pretty difficult to take off. It wasn't easy to lock myself in because I was constantly erect, rock hard, while even handling the device. There was no way I could jam my cock into the small casing of the device. Sitting in the bathroom with my pants down, I pushed and squeezed, but the manual stimulation just made me harder. I finally used a bunch of ice and soaked my cock and balls in it, which shriveled me up enough I could squeeze in. The small padlock went on, clicked into place, and I was secure. I tugged, pushed and pulled but it wasn't going to come off without some surgery or a hacksaw.

The small key for the padlock went into a little padded envelope addressed to myself, which I then took with me to work and mailed at a PO box on the street nearby. Standing at the box I hesitated for a moment, realizing this was the beginning of a chain of events that would not end until Saturday afternoon. It was Wednesday morning.

I normally masturbate once a day, except on days that I am seeing a woman. Those days I typically have more than one orgasm, depending on the woman and situation. Like I say, I have an active sex life outside of self bondage.  The idea of the chastity device was to force me to forego satisfying myself until my self bondage session, planned for Saturday.

The next three work days were difficult. The device wasn't too uncomfortable, but it made me constantly aroused. Then I would start to get an erection, the pressure would become painful and I would hurt. At work, I had to excuse myself from more than one meeting, head to the restroom and run cold water over my encased cock to get some relief. This was dangerous, as it had to be done in the sink, and others might enter the restroom and observe me. The humiliation would have been awful, though I found myself getting off on the risk.

Saturday morning finally rolled around and I had achieved my purpose; going for nearly four days without masturbating or ejaculating a load of semen. The mail came about 10AM, and I knew to expect the package I mailed to myself. All the equipment and devices for my self bondage session was laid out and ready. I simply had to wait for the package to arrive, unlock genitals and begin.

Well, the mail was late. It arrived at 3:00PM. I swear, those were a tough few hours, I wanted to masturbate and actually started trying to fondle myself through the gaps in the device. That just proved frustrating and painful. About noon I went to the hardware store and bought some tools I wanted just to pass the time. I was already thinking of a new complicated device for my next self bondage adventure.

When the mail finally came and the package was there, I breathed a sigh of relief and went into the back bedroom where the self bondage equipment was laid out. It was pretty simple, a pair of handcuffs and a pair of ankle cuffs, joined together in the center. When secured, I was in a basic hogtie, except with metal cuffs and short chains.

First, I put on a ball gag. This step always gave me an extra feeling of constriction and helplessness. The ball was quite large and stretched my jaw painfully wide, though I could bite down on the soft material to relieve the spread and discomfort, if I needed to.

With the gag in place, I undressed, folding my clothes neatly on a chair in the corner of the bedroom. Drapes were drawn (though the window looked out into the back yard and there was little risk of anyone seeing me).

Completely naked and my cock pounding and squeezing painfully inside the CBT 6000, I attached the two metal ankle cuffs, closing them so they were tight. The satisfying feeling of the restrictive metal made me breathe faster in anticipation. I was already drooling from the gag, and the saliva dribbled down my chin onto my chest.

I placed one wrist into the wrist cuffs. Clicking it tightly into place, my body was now partially contorted with knees bent, left wrist pulled behind my back close to my ankles. God, I was horny. But the chastity device wasn't off yet, and that needed to happen.

Taking the key in my right hand I fumbled with the cock-lock, and after some effort managed to get it in position and pushed it into the padlock. The device clicked open and with some one-handed tugging and slightly painful pushing, my testicles slide out of the bracket that encircled them and the cock sheath slid off my penis. I was free. My cock immediately filled with blood, standing hard and straight out.

I resisted the urge to touch and masturbate immediately, and instead turned to locking my last wrist into place. Reaching my right arm behind me I fumbled around until I found the last cuff. The chains joining the cuffs, both ankle and wrist, were quite short and there was a bit of a strain getting into position. When I finally got the last cuff in position I stopped and savored the nervous anticipation for just a moment. This was the moment of commitment, the leap of faith into a state of self invoked helplessness, that brought such a rush. One small action separated me from freedom and complete bondage.

The shackle went around my wrist and ratcheted into place. I was bound. Naked, on my stomach, on the floor of the back second bedroom of my house, unable to move except in small, shuffling wriggles. My throbbing cock was exposed below me, squeezed between my stomach and the carpet. I wanted to hump the carpet, but couldn't; I needed to save my semen.

In front of me on the bed were three metal boxes of my own construction. Each was identical and contained almost identical items.  Here's how they worked:

-  The top of each box had a built in lock that took a key; when the key was turned, the box was turned on, activated and ready for use.
-  In the front of each box was a round hole. This opening led to a modified fleshlight of my own making.  The internal imitation vaginal cavity was modified to exactly fit the length of my erect cock.
-  At the end of the vaginal tube cavity was a tiny funnel leading to a small metal receptacle. This receptacle had simple electrodes built into two opposing sides, Once the receptacle was filled with an electricity conductive fluid, a circuit would be completed which would release an electromagnetic lock, and a key inside a small compartment would then be made available.

The idea was simple. Turn the box on with the key. Stick my cock into the hole, fuck the living daylights out of the box, and when I orgasmed and ejaculated semen, make sure I was in all the way so the end of my cock pressed against the funnel at the end. My semen would then be channeled to the receptacle, the electrical circuit complete, and the key inside would be mine.

Thing was, the key wasn't to my shackles. They key simply turned on the next box. Once inserted into and activating the next box, I had to repeat the process. I had to fuck and ejaculate into the second box in order to unlock the key it contained, which could be used to activate the third box.

The third box was the one that actually contained the key to my restraints.

So the task was to fuck, cum, and ejaculate three times before I could obtain the key to unlock myself.

The challenge was whether I had enough semen in me to do this. I have no problems ejaculating three times, but not one right after the other. I can cum the first time in just a minute or two of intense masturbation. The second time I can do with perhaps 20 minutes of stimulation between. The third time? An hour, at least. Probably more.

I could get out of my restraints at any time, provided I had the semen inside of me to do it.

I had thought of how I might get frustrated and attempt to get the box to release the key by introducing some other fluid. The excitement and arousal of my self bondage experience is based on being helpless, trapped by the rules and situation. I didn't want to cheat. So I thought I might use spit to open the box, but testing showed the spit would never get deep enough through the folds of the fleshlight, and wasn't enough to trigger the closed circuit at the end.

Urination was the other big possibility; simply inserting my cock into the box and peeing would certainly trigger the circuit. I knew I needed a good way to prevent this, and had thought of some complicated mechanisms, but I finally opted for emptying my bladder just before my bondage session began, combined with no fluids for at least 12 hours before hand. This turned out to be quite effective, perhaps more so than I had realized.  Peeing wasn't going to be a possibility for several hours once I began.

Moving the box to another part of the house (like the bathroom) with running water was possible, so the boxes were chained to a small ring installed on the floor. While restrained in the hogtie my mobility was extremely limited and it wasn't going to be possible to move any water out of the bathroom, down the hall and into my bedroom to activate a box. Nope. The best and perhaps only effective way to get out of my restraints was to fuck each of these boxes.

After enjoying my predicament for a moment I decided to get to it and wriggled over to the bed. The ball gag had me drooling pretty well now. Heaving and sliding inches at a time over the carpet made the saliva bubble and foam, as well as giving me carpet burn. I reached the first box, and kicked the bed hard enough to get it down to the floor. I moved slowly into position on top of it. It was metal, the edge dug into my flesh, but there was no choice about the position. I had to get my cock inside, and with my arms secured behind my back there was no other way but to climb on top and hump it.

My cock found the opening and lid in.  It was good. I had lubed the boxes when setting up early that morning, and my cock slid in easily. It throbbed with sensitivity, and the velvet interior of the fleshlight caressed the sensitive flesh. I was going to cum pretty fast. I hadn't had relief in days, and the bondage had me so horny I was ready to spurt right away.

Just as I was getting going grunting and thrusting with my hips, the doorbell rang.

I stopped still for a moment, wondering what to do. Who could it be? My mind raced. My hips began thrusting again, unable to resist the sensation of fucking. Umph. Mmmph. Ugmph. Umph. I moaned and grunted as the doorbell rang a third time. I was going to cum. I felt it. I could feel my insides gathering the liquid, ready to spurt. Then I heard the door open and a voice.

"Oh... my.... god...." A woman's voice. Behind me. Inside the bedroom. It was my next door neighbor, Amy. I had invited her to go out that night, asked her to dinner and she had actually agreed. Amy is an amazingly cute girl, young, bright, pretty, with a perfect body. And she was now standing in my bedroom looking at me shackled, ball gagged, and humping a box on the floor.

I cringed. I stopped fucking the box. I rolled over onto my back to see her standing in the doorway looking at me with the funniest expression of shock, dismay and disbelief. Now laying on my back, my cock throbbed erect over my stomach where she could see it clearly. I wanted to run and hide, my entire body flushed, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even really hide my exposed genitals. On my back like this my restrained arms and legs were underneath me, lifting my back and hips up in an obscene display that emphasized my throbbing, bouncing penis and dangling, bulging scrotum.

"Were you... were you attacked? Are you OK?"

I nodded no, and then yes.

"Who did this to you?"

I flushed, and then looked away. I finally said, "Me. I did it to myself" through my gag. It sounded like "mef. ifith ith though mafelth." Or something like that. It was enough for her to understand when I repeated it several times, drooling over myself in the process.

Amy was getting her calm back and surveyed the room with the neatly folded clothes, discarded chastity cage, and odd equipment all about.

"I see. Self bondage. A little overdone, don't you think?"

She understood, somehow. Most people didn't even know what self bondage was, not really. She seemed to have at least a little familiarity with it. Hmmm....

I nodded.

"So, Mike. How are you getting out of this? Any way for me to help?"

I sighed as Amy sat down on the bed and surveyed my naked and restrained body. I considered what she said. I was humiliated and literally wanted to die right then. How could this have happened? Then I remembered... the mail. It had come late. As a result the whole bondage session had started several hours late. Amy had shown up on time, I was just way late getting started and thus getting out of my shackles. What an idiot I was.

Shaking my head to indicate there was nothing she could do, I rolled over onto the box, maneuvered my cock into place, and began fucking it again. It was a lot harder this time; Amy sat there watching me, obviously having fun at my humiliation. I had no choice. I had to complete the process that I had started with.  Amy got down on her knees to see what I was doing, getting close to see the box underneath my hips as I plugged away at it.

As I fucked the box I began to wonder why I hadn't cum already. Was it my gorgeous neighbor watching me with growing amusement? Was it the pain of the metal box jabbing into my stomach? No... there was something else. My cock wasn't feeling the velvet interior of the fleshlight as it should. It was dulled, almost as if...

Oh my god, it hit me. The lube I had used. Lube I had smeared generously over the entrances to all three boxes to help my cock slide in nice and easy? I had grabbed the wrong tube. It was the desensitizing lube. I swore and fucked harder, trying to maximize the stimulation.

Even with the desensitizing cream all over my cock, it only took another minute or too before I shuddered, moaned, thrust deep and felt the tip of my cock press against the funnel. The semen spurted out and almost immediately there was a click and the lock on the tiny key compartment was released. I kept pushing, straining, finishing my orgasm and dumping a complete load out. Four days of pent up orgasm took my body in waves.

When I was finally done I slid my cock out of the hole in the box and saw the key where it had fallen on the floor.

Amy sounded fascinated and amused. "Oh, I see... wow, Mike, I would never have though this of you. You fucked the box and it gave you the key. So all we have to do now is unlock these... chain thingies, and you can take me to dinner, right?"

I was so.... humiliated. I wanted to melt into the ground. Amy picked up the key and tried to fit it into one of the shackles. I shook my head and moaned. "Ith goeth tho the mexth phoxth."

It was really, really, hard to talk around the massive ball gag. It took three tries before she understood.

"Well. OK. Fine. I guess.. you have to fuck two more boxes? Huh. Mike, this is some first date you have me on."

Tears came to my eyes. At least she hadn't freaked out and called the police, but I almost would have preferred that. As it was she was just sitting there almost laughing at me. But oh, she was beautiful to look at. My cock was hard again, and it was embarrassing for her to see it but there was nothing I could do to hide it except roll on my stomach. Amy was kind enough to take the second box down from the bed and put it on the floor.

"Well, OK, Mike. I don't think I have ever seen anything as weird as this. Let's see what you can do. Fuck that box of yours. Impress me."

It was too soon. I could try fucking the box, but what would happen if I had a dry cum? It might be even longer before I could cum again! I needed to time this right. Plus, I knew now that the lube on the boxes was in reality numbing cream and it was going to take three times as much effort to reach climax as usual. I needed to wait.

Yep. Waiting, naked, tied in a hogtie, cock flapping around, exposed for Amy to sit and observe and me completely unable to do anything about it.  Amy sat for a while and finally said, "Hey, I am going to go fix a drink. Seems like this might take a bit."

She left the room and I heard her in the kitchen, getting out a glass and pouring some liquor. When she came back I tried to make myself understood.

"Pou ah dink iii thffuuu hooooooowww"

"What is that, Mike?"

I repeated myself, trying to get it across that I wanted her to pour her drink into the hole to trigger the release mechanism. She finally understood.

"Mike. You went to so much trouble to set this up, I don't think I should interfere. And you know, pouring the drink in there might fry the circuitry, and keep the box locked forever. Besides... it is kind of fun watching you." Amy smiled a slightly cruel smile. God she was sexy. I wanted to fuck her, but was tied up and needed to fuck some boxes first.


She was right, a drink might actually leak and zap the electronics. I grunted, rolled over on top of the second box and began pushing my way inside. Amy slapped my ass as I began humping. I think a tear of complete humiliation trickled down one cheek at that point, but I kept fucking the box.

The inside felt OK. I was aroused, I really wanted to come again. My body was crying for relief, and I humped vigorously, but the numbing cream took most of the sensation away. It wasn't even as good as dry humping through jeans (heck, when I was in high school I creamed my pants more than once that way).

I pumped hard, straining, as if contracting muscles could force semen out even without an orgasm. In the process I almost (but not quite) forgot about the beautiful girl with a vodka tonic sitting on the bed watching me. My moans crept around the large rubber ball belted into my mouth. Drool foamed and covered my chin and neck. I thrust, each thrust pressing the end of my cock against the small funnel at the end of the imitation vagina. I thought about Amy and what she would feel like under me, wondered if I would get inside her tonight.

The orgasm came unexpectedly, suddenly. One moment I was straining hard, the next I was jerking, pushing in and against the funnel. I let out a long, low moan as the warm flood of pleasure spread across my body. My cock ached with the effort when I was done and slid out. I rolled over and went flaccid almost immediately this time.

Amy leaned down and picked up the key that had plunked out while I was straining to push out as much cum as I could.

"So... this one is for the next box. Let me check it." She inserted the key and turned it.

"Do you want to try this now? I knew a guy once, he could cum three times in a row, no problem. Well, maybe with just a couple minutes between."

Amy took the fleshlight and slipped it over my cock slowly and gently. It was difficult getting my flaccid cock inside but she wrapped her hand around its shaft and pushed it in. The touch of her hand was electric, even with desensitizing cream all over it. My cock gained some hardness, enough to stay in the fleshlight, and Amy began sliding it up and down. I tried, I really did. Having her help was almost as good as being inside her... well, not nearly as good as that. But it was exciting nonetheless. But it was no use. My cock never reached full, throbbing hardness and the aching told me there was no way I would ever cum.

I shook my head. She didn't know about the numbing cream. In addition, I realized that in not drinking anything over the last day I had not only deprived my bladder of liquid, but I had also reduced my prostate's ability to produce semen. It actually hurt between my legs. I needed a rest.

Amy took the fleshlight off and lay it down. I lay motionless, except for my panting from exertion. My legs splayed wide like a dog wanting a tummy scratch. Amy had her hand in her lap, between her legs. She wore jeans but the hand was pressing against her pussy through the denim. Moving just ever so slightly, and pressing. She was enjoying the show in more ways than one.

She watched me, sipping her drink. I lay on the floor, my panting subsiding. My legs were cramping so I wriggled to try and get more comfortable. Being restrained like this was a thrill for me, as always. Having Amy sitting and watch me as I tried to find a comfortable position... that was not as much of a thrill. I pulled and yanked and wriggled in my hogtie and got myself rolled over onto my side, facing away from her.

Laying on the carpeted floor quietly, I patiently waited. This was part of the experience I had planned and wanted. If I had wanted to get in and out of bondage fast, I would have just arranged a single box. The whole point of the process was to extend my time in restraints, to enhance my feeling of helplessness, forcing me to stay in bondage. By assuring that I would need to wait until my body could recover enough to orgasm with some ejaculate once again, the whole setup made me feel completely helpless. I got off on that.

Having Amy watch me made me feel even more helpless.

My original plan had been that it would be an hour, maybe a little more, before I was able to get out. Worst case, I figured it would be a couple of hours in restraints before I could muster myself to get my cock hard for the third time and ejaculate something to release me.

My cock was still flaccid.

Amy went into the living room and came back with a book. I lay on my side. I realized I was thirsty. No water or other liquids for 14, 15 hours now. I was getting really thirsty and unhappy about it. My cock was maybe half erect.

How long had it been? A half hour? An hour? Amy sat in a chair, her long legs stretched out. She kicked off her shoes and her feet idly made their way to my genitals. They fondled and slowly played with my flesh as she read. I wasn't sure she even knew what she was doing.

After a while her toes urged my cock to slowly stand up, pointing ridiculously toward the ceiling. But just because my cock was hard didn't even mean I could fuck and get out of this; if I had no semen, just dry cum, it would be for nothing. I had to be patient, which was exactly what the scene was about.

"So, Mike... " Amy put the book down and knelt down next to my face, her long brown hair hanging down next to me. She smelled nice.

"So... I sort of like seeing you like this. It's fun. And you have a nice body. Would you, well, would you like to have sex? On the bed? Now? You've made me rather horny."

I looked up at her beautiful face, and my eyes wandered to where her nipples made slight bumps in her top. A whimper escaped my ball gagged lips. My cock was erect. I wanted to do it. Like, really, really wanted to get inside this girl.

Amy lay down next to me and put her hand on my face, and then ran her soft fingers down my arm and side, feeling my ribs as they went. I twitched from the sensuous tickle.

"I'd really like to feel you, right now. Is it OK if I touch?"

I nodded. Her hand continued down to my hips. Her fingers slid over my stomach to my rock hard cock and touched, very lightly. It bounced in response. She stroked it very lightly while looking into my eyes.

"So, what do you say, Mike? Shall I get naked, maybe straddle you and slip you inside?"

I whimpered and nodded my head. All I wanted to as get inside her, thrust and push, making her body jerk and bounce with my force, until I unloaded deep inside her pussy.

She didn't move.

"But... if we do that, you won't get to fuck your little box there. At least, not for a while longer. Would it be worth it? I mean, how long would you have to wait before you could get enough cum inside you to do whatever it is you need to do?"

She had been teasing me. If I fucked her now, it might be another 12 hours before I would have enough semen to ejaculate into the receptacle. And fuck, I was thirsty. I really needed to get a drink before then. Who knows, I might have something in my bladder in a couple of hours, but I had never tested the boxes with urine and while I was pretty sure it would work I didn't actually know. I had done too good of a job of dehydrating myself.

I shook my head.

Amy sat back, fondling my body, touching me, enjoying my helpless state. She took some of the saliva that ran over my cheek, chin and chest, and smeared it about.

I know my body pretty well, and it wasn't ready. I was hard and could fuck, but it would be a dry cum. Or just a little semen, maybe not enough to make it through the funnel and into the receptacle. Risky. I moaned and sighed, jerking and struggling against my restraints. My shoulders were cramping now in addition to my thighs.

Amy had her second, and then third drink, put on some music and danced for a bit as I lay helpless. It was fun watching her dance; she had a lithe, fluid way of moving her body that made me think she would be amazing in bed.

I don't know how long it was, but I finally decided to risk having a go at the box. I rolled over, wriggled and straining until I was on top and aimed my hard tool for the hole. It slipped in; the sensation was amazing. The numbing cream from before had warn off, though the fresh cream would start its work in moments. I started fucking hard, trying to get as much sensation as I could before the cream made it harder.

Amy encouraged me.

"That's it, Mike. Show me how it's done. Fuck it. Fuck that thing, deep, push deep."

I did, too. The numbing cream got to me almost immediately but I kept going. Sweat broke out on my body as I worked, training and struggling against my restraints in addition to thrusting into the small box beneath me.

Nothing was coming. It felt good to have my cock inside something, I sensed and enjoyed my nakedness and being restrained in the hogtie position was exciting. But my body didn't want to reach orgasm. I kept going.

The interior of the fleshlight was soft and shouldn't cause any soreness, but my cock began to feel raw from constant friction. My balls ached from slapping against the side of the metal box with each thrust. I kept going. My thighs shook, the muscles strained to weakness. My stomach ached from the box edges jamming up into my flesh. Cramps rippled through my body, distracting me

I thought I felt a climax on the horizon. I pushed toward it with my hips. Concentrating. Amy's voice was in my head urging me on. I thought of her body beneath me, imagined that she was wrapped around my cock, legs wrapped around my ass. It helped a little.

The humiliation helped a little too. Yes, I was still incredibly embarrassed. I was laying on my floor, chained tightly with cuffs, porking a little metal box in front of my incredibly sexy, smart neighbor, whom I hardly knew. I was a slave to the mechanics of the box, and only debauched sexual exhibitionism would release me. Wow did this get me off!

It hurt when it finally came. My whole body shuddered as I pushed as hard as I could to get semen out of me. My cock pressed against the small funnel, and then I pulled back and stroked in and out several more times then pushed in hard again as I felt muscles contracting. My whole body was bathed in sweat from exertion.

Panic filled my brain. This had to work. I had to squeeze out enough juice to open the box. If it didn't work, it would be hours before I could try again.

The climax reached its peak and then quickly subsided. My genitals ached. My whole body ached.

Pulling out and rolling off of the box I looked down and saw the key. It had worked. Relief flooded through me as I wriggled around to get my hands near the key on the carpet. Amy had stepped back and was watching my struggles.

I got the key and angled it around between fingers so that it faced one of the handcuff locks. With a little work the key sunk home and with a tiny click the cuff was unlocked. One hand free. I worked on the other, faster this time. Hands free, legs straightened out... wow, that felt good. Getting out of self bondage was a thrill in itself. I rolled over, unlocked the ankle cuffs then reached behind my head to unbuckle the gag.

"Oh my god... thank god... oh my god..." I was exhausted, panting, sweaty, sore, and relieved. Amy handed me a drink, which I gulped down.

"I hope you don't mind that I didn't let you out. It was fun."

"It's OK," I said. "It would have been a little risky. I need to put these boxes through a few more tests. Maybe add a fail safe for something."

"You were very, very sexy. I liked seeing you forced to fuck an inanimate object in order to free yourself. I... well, let's just say I enjoyed."

I stood up, my naked body close to her clothed one. She looked up at me for the first time that evening and we kissed.

"Well, thank you for a wonderful evening," Amy said when the kiss ended.

"What? I know this wasn't exactly... well, it was pretty embarrassing, but your presence made it... unexpectedly pleasurable. I thought we might still do dinner?"

"No." Amy was firm. "I work tomorrow morning and it is getting late. It's almost 10. Maybe some other time. Let me know next time you decide to lock yourself up."

She turned and left me standing naked in the room, spent, nothing left inside me but wanting more. Wanting her.

Maybe someday soon.