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Friday, 5 November 2010

The Bondage Workshop - Self Bondage Spreaderbar Wrist to Ankle Tie - Balloon Challenge

A few days ago I was asked by one of my online bondage buddy's, to devise a nice little self bondage tie for him. Always one for that sort of challenge I came up with this. A spreader bar wrist to ankle - balloon challenge. Then Peter and I had a little fun trying it out to see if it worked.

We went out and bought a cheap packet of kids party balloons. Taking the handcuff keys, wrapped in a bit of tape to prevent any sharp edges bursting the balloon; this then inserted into one of the balloons. We then inflated them all, and put them all into a jumbled mix in the middle of our lounge ready to play.

Well you know how it is when you are fooling around, we both got naked as a Jaybird pretty quickly and we sat there re reading the instructions I had devised.

I read the instructions to Peter for once, and he followed my instructions to the letter, until I changed my mind half way into it, to add a bit of spice.

I asked him put on leather ankle cuffs, a leather collar and had him centre up a bit of chain that I wanted to be attached to the collar. He locked this in place with a padlock and asked me what he had to do next.

I told him to sit on the floor and to put a spreader bar under his knees and then padlock the loose ends of the chain from his collar to the eyelets at the end of the spreader bar.

I told him next to padlock a chain around his waist snugly, and to take the cuffs and padlock the centre chain of the handcuffs to the ankle cuffs and also the waist chain. His knees were now bent up, both from the waist chain and the neck collar pulling the spreader bar into the backs of his thighs. One last thing, I asked him to padlock the waist chain, with out a lot of slack, to the centre eyelet on the spreader bar. It was just perfect, the way he could only move in stunted movements, as I asked him to wriggle and move about.

I asked him next to put on the ball gag and the blindfold and then cuff his hands. I specifically asked him to move his hands under the spreader bar before cuffing his wrists to the ankles.

I checked he was all tied up, clicking the wrist cuffs another click, but not tight enough to dig in to his skin, and I tightened up the blindfold. Ours is a leather one with a nose hole so the mask cant be rubbed off easily, and of course I just had to make the ball gag an extra notch tighter, just to be devilish.

Then I told Peter to go wriggle to the balloons and pop them to get to the key to free himself.

He was okay wriggling his bum cheeks side to side pushing himself forward and was soon in the centre of the room. I did notice however that the cuffs did dig into his wrists a bit from his efforts to grip the balloons.

Now getting hold of the balloons, was quite funny. As he got to the balloons, having his feet out in front of him, he kept kicking the balloons in front of him. He realised he needed to be extra gentle with the movements and to gradually just feel for the balloons next to him. Oh, they really popped with quite a loud bang; unless it was just me worried the neighbours would be looking through the windows wondering what was going on.

Now I new he could get to balloons and pop them. I thought he needed a distraction as he seemed to have the knack of the exercise. I went off to get the Butt Plug, and lubed it up with some KY gel.

I asked Peter to stop. I then pushed him onto his side with a rattle of the chains on the wooden floor and a grunt as the spreader bar jarred his neck, and the chain between his legs dug into his arms as the spreader bar tried to push its way out from under the knees but couldn't. I quickly shoved the plug into Peters ass. Taking a small bit of chain, I padlocked this into a crotch chain to stop him pushing the plug out. Then I helped Peter tip into an upright position. As he came back down onto the floor, I heard him grunt into the gag as the plug jarred and pushed further into him. Once he got used to the intruder up his backside, I turned it on. It was nice to see him gingerly move about the floor as the vibrations of the plug on the chain and the floor echoed across the room to me where I sat and watched him. He managed to pop 6 or 7 balloons before I got bored and let him out.

I helped him unlock the padlocks to free him and he padded off upstairs to remove and wash the plug and wipe the KY gel of his bum.

I still had a lot of balloons left, so started putting on the gear for my go. That was when I realised this wasn't as easy a tie as I had first thought. The lounge floor was way to big an area for me, and I got quite panicky in my own darkened little world. The cuffs started to bite into my wrists, and I could only reach a few inches about my ankles to locate the balloons. Getting finger tips to them only pushed them further out of reach and I only popped one or two then. It dawned on me what a large task I had set myself. It could take several hours to get every balloon.

Locking the spreader bar to the collar, and the waist chain meant I couldn't push the bar free to loosen my arms, trapped under the spreader bar between its black wood and the cold chains. I believe it was the spreader bar I incorporated into the tie that hindered the progress, but then again I never want to make it to easy for me.

I heard Peter pad back into the room and I turned my head towards the sound. He was laughing at me and told me its way harder than it looks. Then I heard him sit beside me. His fingers started rubbing my bear breasts and flicking over my nipples. His other hand wandered down over the waist chain and his fingers penetrated my moist fanny. He traced the wet finger over my clit as I shuddered. His arm pulled me back into his chest as his hand continued stroking and feeling my breasts and nipples as I lay back and murmured in pleasure.

His fingers increased their speed on my clit and I was shuddering on the brink of an orgasm when he stopped. As I murmured in protest, he resumed their attack on my pussy till I cried into the gag in orgasmic pleasure.

As I was getting my breath back I felt the squeeze of my nipples and then he attached the horrid cloverleaf clamps to them. I winced in pain as the clamps bit into my nipples and then it died back to a very mild ache. Peter then pulled on the chain and I moved my body forward to avoid a greater pull on my breasts. Then I heard a click. I tried to straighten up and realised from the pull from my protesting nipples, Peter had exacted his revenge for the Butt Plug, by padlocking the nipple clamp chain to the centre eyelet of the spreader bar under my knees. To make matters worse, he locked two padlocks,one on each side of the dangling clamp chain to weight the clamps and pull more on my nipples.

I heard him sit on the sofa as I wriggled about the floor murmuring into the gag as the locks swayed and pulled my nipples with each movement. I couldn't find another balloon. Peter let me struggle for another 10 minutes or so, which seemed the longest 10 minutes of my life, until he unbuckled the blindfold. Getting used to the light, I noticed Peter had picked up all the remaining balloons and had put them all out of reach on the sofa next to him.

A good tie, but I was left with no way to escape with out the balloons in my grasp.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x



Before we tidied the gear away we layed it out on the floor and took a snap of the stuff we were tied in.


Nipple clamps were locked to the centre of the spreader bar, as was the waist chain to the ankle cuffs.


Here is a link of how the arms looked, this picture was linked from Flickr but comes from Sandrasilvers.com so go over and check her site out.

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