What's the biggest mistake you've ever done in self-bondage?

[EverlastingGag]

So... What's the biggest mistake you've ever done during self-bondage? And how did it end?

Did you manage to get safe or were you caught (and saved) by somebody else?

[Petrajane]

I once tied myself up to a sort of four poster bed using sisal rope and slip knots.

Boy, did I get stressed out when I realised I was completely stuck. Luckily I had long fingernails at the time and was able to separate the strands and snap them one by one. Took AGES to free one arm, but once I did, I was able to free myself.

[Jimdini]

Putting my rigid police style handcuffs on behind my back with the keyholes away from my hands. Had to text a friend for help, Very embarrassing.

[Stahlketten]

One time....

I was gathering handcuffs and leg irons for a quick session.
It was in a room with a clothes dryer so I put everything on top of the dryer as I found things.
The idea was to connect the handcuffs and leg irons together with a padlock. I connected them together and then sat down on the floor to put everything on.
The handcuffs went on first. I locked one ankle with a cuff and as I started to lock my other ankle, I realized that the keys were all sitting on top of the dryer and with my hands and feet chained together I had no way of reaching them.
The realization came as I closed the last ankle cuff with just one click of the ratchet.

The problem now was now to get free

Even with one just one click of the last ankle cuff, it was too small for me to get past my heel.
Other keys were even more difficult to reach than the ones on top of the dryer and I was not going very far with hands and feet chained closely together.
This was no longer fun as I thought about how to get free.
I probably spent the next hour or so testing the locks and pulling on the chains and cuffs.
Finally the ankle cuff that was only closed with one click of the lock gave way. These cuffs have three teeth in the ratchet mechanism and with all the force on just one tooth, it broke off after all the struggling.

After that, it was just a little balancing act to stand on one foot and pick the keys off the top of the dryer with my mouth and unlock myself. I still have the damaged leg irons. They were the first ones I had bought before I knew what to look for. If they were better quality, I may not have gotten free at all.

- Stahlketten.

[RAE123]

Many years ago, I got a "Poesy" Canvas STRAIT jacket.
I was in heaven, and wanted to try it out right away.
But being solo, How could I ????
So I began to put it on, I did the straps louse, and figured
if I can get into it; The last thing I did was to slip my arm
into the sleeve, WOW !!! I did it, I got it on.
Well about an hour later, I decided to take it off.
O' NO, I an really in this jacket, and it will not let me out.
After 2 hours of panic, And worries, I got the idea to put
a screwdriver into a vice I had on my work bench. It took
some time to get that done, now I could work on the straps
with that screw driver sticking out like a poker, I was able to
undo a strap on the jacket, slowly I was able to get free.
It took 5 hours to get out, and I was drained of energy.
I am very careful of doing anything solo.
Rae

[happily_locked]

Back in the 70's, a girlfriend locked a padlock on my balls, which I was forced to wear 24/7, so she could be sure I was not seeing anyone else. It was habit-forming. After some time, we broke up. She mailed me the keys about ten days later, to my great relief. I liked being locked, and usually locked myself evenings and weekend, with two, or even three locks. Knowing I could unlock myself any time reduced my pleasure. For three weeks, I mailed myself letters, seeing when they would arrive. When I thought I knew the delivery dates and had a Friday off, I mailed myself two letters from different places, each with a set of keys. Thursday evening when I got home, I locked on not only all three locks, but a chain on one so I could lock my wrists, ankles, or a weight to it. I slept Thursday evening with my ankles locked to the chain so that my knees were at about a right angle. I was extremely excited Friday morning, unlocked my ankles, and spent three days locking myself to various things. I hod more orgasms than I could count. Sunday evening, when I went to the mailbox, the letters were not there! I was forced to wear all of the locks and the chain hanging down my pants leg to work. I made it through the day, and when I got home, the letters had been delivered! I was extremely relieved, and had many orgasms that night. After that, I left the keys in my desk at work.

[RAE123]

When did you start wearing a Chasity Device?
How long have you been locked up?
Rae

[happily_locked]

I ordered my first chastity, a CB-2000, the same night that the Millers were on the Daily show. It arrived in just a few days, and I put it on that evening, and slept in it. I slept in it every night. I did not remove it Friday, Saturday, or Sunday nights but took it off to go to work Monday morning. After two day's rest, I locked it on for the rest of the week. After a coule of weeks, I began to look for ways to lock myself for longer and longer times. After decades, literally, I found my current key holder, and she truly enjoys keeping me locked, and teasing me while I am. She has learned to make me wear a plug at times, and occasionally gets me a larger plug. She has told at least one of her friends, who has told at least two more ladies about me being locked up.

[Cd Tammy]

One of the places that I frequently travel to, has a golf course that is a short walk from the hotel that I always stay in. This has been one of my favorite places for "adventures". Slipping into the wood line next to the course, I found a nice spot to change out of my male clothing. Normally, when I slip out at night for a walk or self bondage time, I wear black or other really dark colors to be able to hide a little better in the darkness but this place is very secluded at night with only the moonlight and stars for light. In addition, there are woods every where along the course.

I put a pair of light gray tights and a red leotard. Black 5" ankle strapped, platformed pumps, and a black mini-skirt completed the look. The swish of that skirt was so sexy. I hid my clothing, then taking my kit, headed into the course. I crossed several fairways, and several greens. I loved walking along the cart path in my outfit. Just the sound of my heel softly click along. I found the spot that I wanted, it was one of the tees. The moon lit up this long narrow area surrounded by woods on one side and water on the other perfectly.

It was time to get myself restrained before I could chicken out. I laid out my parachute cords, my ice locks, and tent stakes. This was going to be a spread eagle tie. I quietly put the six stakes into the ground, easily burying them to the hilt using my shoe and some weight. I secured my ankles with very thick velcro bands and secured each to a stake. I then secured the top stakes to the ice locks and added a pair of handcuffs to each eye hook. I pulled a nylon hood over my head. I can see through it but not really well especially at night. Finally, I clicked both handcuffs closed binding my wrists.

I had estimated that my ice locks would take about two hours to melt. Then came a factor that I wasn't counting on. Through the hood, I noticed that it was getting darker. I realized that in my excitement, I had not checked the weather. I had picked a tee rather than a green because most golf courses don't water the tees. The rain started. It was just drops at first but soon it was pelting me. The world lit up through the hood every time that lightning struck and the ground shook with the thunder. This wasn't a springtime shower, this was hard rain.

My arms were completely unprotected and were taking hard pelts. The thin tights were not really doing much to protect my legs. And worse, the drops were hurting my face. I pulled hard on my restraints hoping that I could pull one of the pegs from the ground. It wasn't happening. I had no real sense of time. After what seemed like an eternity, the storm passed and the rain slowed down to a drizzle, finally stopping. I was soaked. From time to time something would tickle my leg or my arm. I thought that it was water. Finally my left ice lock had melted enough that I pulled that arm free. I quickly pulled that wet nylon hood off of me. The right wrist was still secure. I looked down and saw that the tickling was earthworms. There were earthworms crawling on my legs. Just a couple of them but I hate insects. I twisted and moved my legs as much as I could, I had secured Well managing to dislodge them. The other wrist took longer but finally was released. I released my ankles then dug in the bag for the handcuff keys.

I gathered up the ropes, and easily pulled the tent pegs out of the ground. All about leverage and angle. I squished as I walked in my soaked shoes and tights. Lesson learned, check the weather report.

[bond_curious]

Hi,
once i did a selfmummification with clingfilm and ducttape.

Did from legs to the upper body and then ballgagged myself and locked my hands with handcuffs.
What i forgotten was the i setup the key release so i was wrapped up and keys hanging over me out of reach.
My exgirl has released me then - the bad thing was only that i did my wrapping in the morning and she came home in the evening.

She didnt know anything about it so she was a bit surprised finding me like that. But she only meaned that i should get released but she only released my cock and played with it. i was helpless and she only took advantage and invited her girlfriends to see me too. it was rather embarrasing.

[SBadiction]

I've always had,and still have, an interest in suspension and practice it when I can. This incident happened in my younger and more foolish days. There are two main ways I do it and for both I wear a crotch harness made of a three inch wide leather belt with D rings on either side and from these straps go down either side of my genitals, crossing over between my legs and up the other side in a figure of eight. All of these are fastened tightly, I love this sensation just on its own! I then do one of the following.

Method 1

I call this “semi suspension' I have ropes with clips on the end which go over a beam to the D rings and the length would be adjusted so I could just put my feet flaton the ground but I would be under tension. I could stand on tip toes to release the pressure or bend my knees and be totally off the ground. In this method I could lock my wrists behind my back and use an ice timer and it wouldbe safe and enjoyable as I could always release the pressure.

Method 2

Very similar to the above but I would stand on a chair so I could step back off it and betotally suspended with my legs thrashing around (I never tie my ankles together) again, fantastic and safe as I could step onto the chair at anytime. I would occasionally use the timer as above.

The incident in question started with a method 2 suspension with my wrists locked behind myback and an ice timer which I knew from experience would take one hour, give ortake a couple of minutes, to release the keys. On this occasion I was particularly aroused and had an erection that would have won prizes! It was one ofthose times when you think "isn't there anything more I can do to heighten the experience?' I always keep a clock nearby and it was getting to the point whereI had only about five minutes left before my keys dropped and I thought “I know, I could kick the chair over and have a few minutes of real suspension! 'Half of me was saying “don't be stupid' the other half was saying “go for it!' A couple of times I curled my toes under the chair and started tipping it but drew back but then the “GO FOR IT" won out and I flipped the chair over and, wow, it was great. I was thrashing around and couldn't doanything about it. My erection was so intense I think if anyone had touched thetip of my cock I would have cum all over the place!

Five minuteswent by, it was still fantastic - but no keys.

Ten minutes -still no keys, it's now starting to get a bit uncomfortable and I'm getting abit of tingling in my legs.

Fifteen minutes- still no keys and it's now getting painful and I'm losing a bit of sensationin my legs and cock.

It was half an hour before the keys dropped by which time I was in a bad way with not muchfeeling in my legs and my cock was going a darker colour. I unlocked my wrists, reached up and grabbedthe beam, took my weight and released the clips. I collapsed in a heap on thefloor and it was a few minutes before I could even undo the harness and massagemy legs and crotch, all thought of relieving the sexual tension had gone by now and it was a few hours before I felt normal again and a few days before all the marks disappeared.

Why had the keys taken so much longer to drop this time? It is something I'll never know but perhaps the ice cube I used was slightly bigger without me noticing or the temperature in the room was lower so it took longer to melt.

It is something I've NEVER tried again and I would implore anyone thinking about it to think again. I don't know what the consequences would have been if it had gone on longer and whether permanent damage could have occurred from trapped nerves and circulation.

I hope this hasserved as a warning and DON'T DO IT.

[keygasm]

My primary release is a 12 volt electro magnetic door holder with digital timer attached to a ceiling rafter in my basement. I setup for a simple tie one morning a few weeks ago; leather leg cuffs locked on with a 7" hobble chain locked between them, hands in hinged cuffs behind my back, locking collar, tape gag, and the new head harness/muzzle I'd just made. I'd put it all on in my spot in the basement, then lock my collar to the 4' tether chain i have anchored to the floor after setting my release mechanisms. Primary release has a copy of all keys on it and swings down to my position when the timer shuts off via a long string attached to the ceiling right above me. My backup/secondary release is a duplicate set of all keys in the same configuration but uses ice and a stocking to hold them up as opposed to a magnet. I got everything setup, set the timer for 1 hour, made sure the ice cubes were melting, then locked myself down.

What I didn't realize I'd neglected to do is check the on/off/auto setting on the digital timer, and having accidentally set it to on-manual instead of on-auto it didn't matter when I'd set it to shut off, it was staying on until i manually pressed the button to shut it off. Unfortunate news given the restraints I had just put myself in. For only the second time ever, I had to rely on my backup release to get out, and waited an additional 80 mins. on top of the 60 mins. I originally planned on being tied.

I now double check and tripple check that setting on the timer before locking myself down, and i've also added a mechanical secondary that will kill power to the magnet in 2 hours regardless of the digital timer's status.

Live and learn.

[RAE123]

You are very smart to have a back-up system. With out a working back-up, you could have been in
your "Lock-Up" for a very long time.
Rae

[Jimdini]

There have been numerous mistakes down the decades of self bondage, but probably the one that stands out the most happened when I came home from Germany on leave.I had bought a pair of single link handcuffs, a posture collar and a leather insert gag from a sex shop and was keen to try them out.

On my first day home my Father was at work and my Mother had gone into town shopping so I had the house to myself.Once she had left I began my preparations I decided that my swimming briefs would be my only clothing and could hold my back up key. I put these on and tied the diving cord tight. I got my chains and my new bondage toys out. Now I had always escaped from a chain hog-tie so I thought getting out using real handcuffs would be easy so I decided to add a few refinements.First I locked the waist chain tightly around my waist; next I chained my ankles together leaving a 12-inch length of chain running from the centre. Then I prepared my back up release wrapping one of the handcuff keys in ten turns of Selotape and attaching it to a 9 inch length of thread tied it to the centre of the waist chain and then tucked the key into the waist band of my swim slip and padlocked the chain from my ankles to the waist chain.

Next I fitted my new gag fastening all four of the in line press-studs, this was great I could barely make a sound. Next I put on the posture collar this forced my head up and made the gag even tighter. Now getting carried away I taped the other cuff key to the back of my left hand so I could reach it when I wanted to escape. I now snapped one of the cuffs securely on my left wrist.I still had the short chain and the two small padlocks that I normally used as handcuffs left. Seeing a solid door handle on the wardrobe at a convenient height I decided to use the D ring on the front of the posture collar. With difficulty I managed to work my way to the wardrobe and to prop myself upright, passing the chain through the door handle I secured the ends together with one of the padlocks, I was now securely attached to the wardrobe and effectively immobilised (How effectively I did not yet realise). Heart beating with excitement I brought my hands behind my back ready to secure the handcuffs.

My new handcuffs only had a single joining link. But I put the difficulty I had securing the second cuff around my right wrist down to excitement. Testing my bondage I found I could just reach the link and as I still had the second small padlock in my hand I decided to try to attach the cuffs to the joining chain from my ankles. To this day I don’t know how I managed to do this, or what possessed me to try. Pleased with my success I began to revel in my bondage not realising that I was completely helpless.


After about fifteen minutes I begin to realise this position was quite uncomfortable and decided to release myself. This started off according to plan I freed the key from the back of my hand and after a few minutes manoeuvred it into the keyhole of my left cuff. But try as I might I could not get enough movement to turn it, I decided to change my grip and the key fell out and bounced on the floor. Not to worry I thought I’ve still got the back up, now the folly of locking the cuffs to the chain made itself clear, I couldn’t reach the waist chain. The chain between my waist and ankles was so short I could not move my ankles any closer to my waist and the handcuffs were attached just too far from the waist chain for me to be able to catch hold. Now I was in a real sweat if I couldn’t reach the thread I would be stuck until my mother got home.Now my parents had caught me self bound or tying up or being bound by my friends when I was younger and used to refer to this as mucking about, so they knew I liked to be tied up, so I wasn't worried about being found tied up, but I did not really want to be caught.

Finally I snagged the thread and felt a surge of relief, I had got hold of the thread and gingerly tugged on it, but the wrapped key was trapped by the diving cord tied tightly around the waist of the swim slip. Just then I heard the front door open and my mother enter the house and I hear her coming along the corridor. The door swings open and my mother looks in gives a startled gasp and then says, “Oh you’re mucking about are you. Well I've got to go round to see your Aunt so I’ll be back in an hour or so, enjoy yourself.”

I needed help but, despite all the mpphing and snorting through my nose I could manage, she shut the door and departed. Still I had got hold of the thread so, I tugged on it again, but the grip of the diving cord was to strong and the thread broke. That was it I was a helpless prisoner, unable to move at all and my head held erect and unable to turn by the damn posture collar. My wrists held firmly to the taut chain from the chain around my waist to my ankle chains. I was in real agony, my ankles hurt, my stomach felt as if I was being cut in half, my wrists hurt and my lips had gone numb. But that is how I stayed until my mother returned hours later and finally realised I was unable to get myself free, total time in strict and inescapable bondage four and a half hours! Needless to say once i had been freed and she saw the marks left by the chains and handcuffs I got a grilling on why I did this sort of thing and being more careful.

[1inmate]

Putting my rigid police style handcuffs on behind my back with the keyholes away from my hands. Had to text a friend for help, Very embarrassing.

I've done the same thing twice with hinged cuffs - applied them behind my back with the keyholes facing away from my palms.

Fortunately both times I had access to a grinder to cut the cuffs off.

This is why I only play with ASP cuffs now as they have a keyhole on both sides.

[Jimdini]

Jimdini wrote:
Putting my rigid police style handcuffs on behind my back with the keyholes away from my hands. Had to text a friend for help, Very embarrassing.

I've done the same thing twice with hinged cuffs - applied them behind my back with the keyholes facing away from my palms.

I now have a friend who acts as my back up They will sometimes drop in and release me on Friday evenings on there way home from work Obs we have to arrange in advance and they text me when they are leaving work which give me a forty minute to an hour for escape proof bondage.

Tonight I decided to use hinge cuffs locked on behind with the keyholes toward my elbows but I decided to secure myself before they texted, Big mistake, There I am bound hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded , with no way of freeing myself, waiting to hear the text alert to say they are on the way But I hear the TV change shows and no text alert , I am getting worried, has something gone wrong. Finally I hear the door open it is my friend they rushed out of work and forgot to text that they were leaving I had spent a little longer than planned helpless but in the end a great session

[RAE123]

You are lucky to have a friend that will release you.
Otherwise, who knows what might happen.
let's hope they do not run into trouble on the way to your house.
Rae

[Stahlketten]

I've done the same thing twice with hinged cuffs - applied them behind my back with the keyholes facing away from my palms.

Fortunately both times I had access to a grinder to cut the cuffs off.

This is why I only play with ASP cuffs now as they have a keyhole on both sides.

As I have mentioned before, it is definitely possible to get hinged handcuffs off in this situation.
I know because I have done it a couple times when my Jailer put me in hinged handcuffs like that.
The first time, it was a surprise to her that I got out. The second time it was a test of whether I could do it again.
Both times, I ended up with very bruised wrists but I did get free after 1-2 hours.
The idea is to put an extension onto the key so that you can attach it somewhere and fish it into the key hole.
After that, it takes a bit of twisting around to get the extension stuck somewhere so that you can twist it enough to open the lock. The twisting and contortions to line things up without really being able to see well is what causes all the bruising.
I have also seen them shimmed open but have no tried that yet.

If you are putting hinged handcuffs on yourself, put the first one on while your hands are in front so that you can see where the keyhole is. That would prevent this kind of problem from happening.