Selftied Saturday 2021-08-28

Saturdays, I usually spoil myself by tying myself up and enjoying a while of forced sexual pleasure, humiliation and torment. To add a bit of spice, I have set up a game where I let a dice decide how I should arrange myself and for how long I should be tied up. But first, I always start by stripping naked and strap on a pair of sexy stiletto heel platform sandals, getting me in the mood by making me feel sexy and a bit slutty. Today, I’ll also try writing a kind of live report from it on my new blog.

Today, “Master Dice” decided I should first be gagged using my harness panel gag with a penis plug. I really like a good gag and this one is one of my favorites, with a leather harness wrapping my head and holding the padded mouth panel securely in place, sealing my lips and forcing my jaws wide open around the large rubber penis plug deep into my mouth, really stuffing it and effectively preventing any intelligible speak, plus the lockable buckles on the straps add some extra security and sense of helplessness. With the gag securely locked in place now, I’m already turned on quite a bit, feeling my nipples hard and my pussy pretty juicy already.

Next, my nipples get some attention by a pair of small dog rubber bands (intended for coat styling), doubled up for extra strength and applied around the base of each nipple by wrapping the bands around a cut-off plastic syringe, with which I suck out the nipple good before pushing the band onto it. This makes the nipple achingly hard and adds an uncomfortable but quite arousing burning sensation where the tight band cuts into the skin.

The rest of my breasts soon join in the plight, as “Master Dice” decides that they should be tied up using blind cord (a 5 m length of 1.4 mm polyester silk for each breast), which I make simple slip knots in one end of, tighten as much as I can around the base of each breast before wrapping it with loop after loop just inside the previous one, keeping it as tight as I can and making the breast swell and bulge a bit more with each turn. When I’m done and have tied off the cords, each breast is a distorted and swollen orb, throbbing achingly from the tight ties, with the skin so taut that it glistens and the color shifting towards purple. The constricted base now forms a neck, much more narrow than the main orb, attaching each jutting orb to my chest. Even if I’m a bit torn about the thin, uncomfortable cord cutting into my skin, I do love the sensations in my breasts, making me very hot and longing for a lot more and hard, even brutal, attention to them.

Next up is my anal, which “Master Dice” orders being plugged by an inflatable Bardex enema nozzle, pumped up to the max so my rectum is stretched quite uncomfortably around the resulting decimeter-wide balloon and my sphincter is squeezed into a tight seal between it and the outer, inflated part, before my bowels are filled up with a “mere” but humiliating 1 l enema and the nozzle is sealed. I’m really no fan of this kind of water sports, but the arousal from especially my tightly tied breasts make the discomfort and humiliation easier to handle.

“Master Dice’s” next order makes me gasp slightly behind my gag, from both anticipation and a bit of fear, as he requests one of my largest dildos to be stuffed in my pussy. The silicon member is 20 cm long and 6.4 cm wide, and even if I usually enjoy having my pussy stuffed and stretched, this one will be on the edge, especially together with the huge anal filling. The sensation when it first enters my vagina, already well lubed from arousal, is wonderful, but as I push it deeper and deeper, discomfort increases into almost pain as my tunnel is forced to stretch lengthwise. But eventually it is all in, with just part of its rear end visible in my distended orifice, while I stand pressing my thighs together to keep it in.

To keep the goodies deep and secure within me, “Master Dice” orders a length of hard, rough and scratchy rope, 8 mm blue polypropylene, to be tied around my waist and tight through my crotch. Not even in my by now extremely aroused state, I can appreciate this really mean tie, but that’s part of the game, just as the enema, so I soon have delivered the order, trying to move around as little as possible not to cut and chafe my most delicate parts on the tormenting intruder.

I’m actually disappointed that “Master Dice” only orders about half an hour for my final tie, but I obediently arrange the ice timer to meet that requirement. Again, that’s part of the charm with this game, that I can be forced to accept things I really don’t like, even if it’s me who sets the limits by having decided on the possible options in advance.

Next, “Master Dice” compensates at least some by telling me to add a vibrating egg, set to low level of vibrations, taped against my clit, or rather to the mean rope through my pussy over my clit. With my level of arousal and the short time I will be tied up, I would have preferred it set to high levels of vibrations, guaranteeing me some hard orgasms, but again, you don’t have a “Master” to always get what you want.

It’s time for the actual bondage, and “Master Dice” instructs me to use duct tape to tie myself into a hogtie on a spiked hard plastic turf floor mat, with a shoulder harness and a tie around my waist secured to a metal eye in the middle of the mat forcing me in place, with ankles and legs tied tight and bent with ankles tied towards waist, wrists individually wrapped in tape and then police-cuffed high up back to the shoulder harness. In one way I’m now relieved that I will just have about half an hour of the hard plastic spikes digging painfully into especially my tightly tied, very swollen and sensitive breasts, but in another way I’m disappointed I won’t be forced to my limit and beyond by a longer and more tormenting tie.

Before I do the final arrangements, I let “Master Dice” decide on any reward afterwards, hoping to be permitted to masturbate to orgasm 1 or 2 times either with just hands free or when I’ve freed myself from everything. But “Master Dice” sternly declares no reward, so unless I manage to get an orgasm from the meek egg vibrator while I’m tied up, I will be one very frustrated girl.

My final move before I tie myself up is both security and humiliation, texting to a friend “Busy until 17:30”. She’ll know I am tying myself up and if I don’t text her again by the time stated, I need help, and she’ll drop over, letting herself in with the spare key she’s got. Even if the arrangement is mutual, since she also indulged in tying herself up every now and then before she found a boyfriend/master doing it for her, I still feel embarrassed letting her know my intimate doings, especially after she stopped doing it. I add an extra hour on top of my expected release, knowing the notorious inexactness of ice timers and that getting free can sometimes take quite a bit longer than one thinks.

As I texted and calculated the time, I realized writing this report while I arranged things made it take a lot longer than usual, both so that I got done with the preparations a lot later than planned, and so that the ice timer has almost expired, requiring me to add more ice before I finalize this. I gritted my teeth from the rough rope through my pussy chafing quite a bit on the way to the kitchen and back, and then up and down the ladder, for the ice. Also, if I’m to keep writing this kind of live reports, I must find a more compact and faster way to do it.


It’s over and I’m free again, but still horny as hell and extremely frustrated. The fucking vibrating egg kept me high, but despite me struggling desperately to get that orgasmic relief, managing to torture especially my swollen and sensitive breasts quite a bit on those hard plastic spikes, and fantasizing some really kinky and brutal scenarios to try and help things, I never managed to tip over. I really, really desperately need to cum, but I stick to the rules, even if they are just my own, that there will be no more erotic activities today after the instructions from “Master Dice” are done, despite right now hating myself for it. Still, I really needed and enjoyed the play, in an odd way even this frustration and other things that didn’t go the way I had preferred. And now, it’s time for a long, warm, soothing and relaxing bath, even if I might do better with a cold shower the way I feel right now.

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