Secrets of the Women's Self-Bondage Cult by Jurgen von Stuka Read Free Book Online

usual fantastic time. As time passed I would release one hand and move it to my ass or wiggle it down between my legs, bringing on the needed culmination of the long build up. This manual assistance supplemented the fantasy that my captors were playing with my sex, driving me higher and higher, enjoying the spectacle of me struggling against the chains, shivering and crying into the chain gag as I came.
           Each time the sequence was a bit different. At one point, there was a rough hand rubbing and spanking my ass, making me strain against the cruel elbow cuffs. Later, there was another hand squeezing my breasts and pinching the nipples. Then there was the hand that went down the sweat-soaked crevasse between my chained thighs and found my totally liquefied cunt. That finger could only reach so far and I was denied the urgently needed touch on my clit until I bent my body into a sort of S shape and the exploring finger found its target. The slowly building climaxes came up through my body, making me tremble and cry into the gag.
           I believe that one of the reasons people select SB as a means of sexual release is that they can control, to some extent, their own orgasms. A close girlfriend, (the same one who sent me the comic books), told me this many years ago and that input helped me move into SB over time. I have had enough male sex partners, including a nearly worthless husband, to be able to validate the difference between the sexual experience that includes another person and the one that is self-generated. Religious and quasi-scientific cautions notwithstanding, I think that both are acceptable. Both can bring on very strong, intense responses, but SB has thus far proven to be my preferred sexual outlet. Yes, its masturbation. Yes, it's selfish because I’m not sharing the experience with a lover. I suppose it can be habit-forming, but to me, this is what SB is all about: setting up the scenario in your mind, creating the strict restraint and then enjoying it as long as you can.
           I was astonished to hear the mantel clock strike three, which meant that I had been in this luxuriously self-indulgent, erotic fantasy for over three hours. It was time to get free. I did this more quickly than I would have imagined…certainly faster than anyone who saw me fully chained and gagged would expect. The secret to release lay in the snap hooks on critical connections. The hooks between my wrist cuffs came off right away. I reached up to my cuffed ankles and freed the snap hook holding my head back and the gag in place. Freeing the elbow cuff connection to the collar was the most difficult and my sticky, sweaty hands kept slipping as I tried to reach and release the tiny snap hook holding the dog chain to my steel collar. There was a moment of fear when I wondered if I had screwed up and what could happen if I could not release the elbow cuffs from the collar. For a few minutes, I stopped trying and slid over to where one cuff key lay, fumbled with it and then began to try to get it into the cuffs on my knees. This task proved even more difficult, as the keyhole was in the wrong place for me to reach with my elbows still cuffed.
           I went back to the snap hook on the collar and got it on the first try. My arms slid out of the elbow cuffs and from there it was only a few minutes until knees and ankles too were free and I was headed for a hot shower and a very pleasant sleep.
    St. Andrew's Cross/Spread Eagle
           Early self-bondage experiences often seem to involve use of an X- shaped cross and trying to bind wrists and ankles to the ends of the beams. More than one SB player has discovered that once the hands and feet are caught in the slip loops on the end of the cross, they cannot be released without help. As John Willie used to write in BIZARRE, "don't let this happen to you". The spread eagle pose is a natural and many people find it at initially at the top of their "gotta try