A couple of years ago along with a group of our friends we formed a private bondage club. The club had 14 members including Don and I. We usually met on the first and third Fridays of each month at Bill and Esme’s rambling old house on the edge of town. This was an ideal venue as it had a large cellar that made an ideal dungeon. Every couple of months or so we had a theme night. A recent one was a medieval night. This gave the menfolk the opportunity to build some medieval bondage devices such as a pillory and a rack – both of which have been well used ever since.
But the theme night I want to tell you about is the low cost bondage night that we organised. The rules of the night were that all bondage had to be without using any bought bondage items or restraints – no handcuffs, no expensive leather or latex gear, no shop bought gags, hoods, spreader bars etc. Also the use of any more than a couple of feet of rope was frowned upon.
Bill and Esme came up with the novel idea of using eight 2-inch wide rings cut from an old motor tyre inner tube. Two were used to frog tie Esme’s legs with a third looped around these two between her ankles and thighs to stop her spreading her legs apart. A fourth pulled her elbows together behind her back. She was prevented from working this one down her forearms by another ring looped round the elbow ring and then pulled over her head to rest at the front of her neck. A sixth ring was twisted in a double figure of eight and used to secure her crossed wrists. Ring number seven was looped round the tie between her knees and then pulled over her head to the back of her neck. This pulled her into a tight ball tie. One more ring to go - this of course made an excellent blindfold.
Don’s idea was equally novel. He had cut off two pieces of 3-inch plastic water pipe, each a little less than 4-feet long. He had drilled a small hole near each end. When I had stripped Don picked up one of the lengths of pipe and slid it up my right arm until it reached my armpit. Then he pushed a short length of rope through the hole near the end and tied the ends off at the opposite side of my neck. Then he repeated the process with my left arm. Next he pushed short lengths of rope through the holes at the bottom ends of the pipes and tied these off round my ankles. “Voila,” he cried standing back to let the audience admire his handiwork. As my arms and hands were helplessly trapped inside the two lengths of pipes tied between my armpits and ankles, I could not bend my knees and sitting down was out of the question. I just stood there feeling very exposed and vulnerable.
As Esme and I were the first cabs off the rank we remained rigidly restrained
while the other members did their stuff. Even though these
mainly resorted to using duct tape or plastic ties they seemed to take
an eternity to finish tying their partners. Both Esme and I can vouch
for the effectiveness of Bill and Don’s low cost bondage solutions.
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