Otto Dix

On rare occasion, a visual image imbeds itself deeply into your mind. An inspiration built from guided fragments of thoughts from various disparate contexts that suddenly coalesce into a perfect storm of self-bondage scenario. Once it happens, it holds onto portion of your attention span like a pit-bull, handicapping your ability to do even the most mundane of activities until you eventually realise your fantasy. You fill out the necessary bits of the scene and perhaps add a few extra elements, but center-staged is your main inspired element. ...

Chapter One: Volunteered My legs trembled with nervous energy as I stepped out of the shower. I had less than an hour to get dressed and catch a bus for down town. I’ve been nearly sick with anxiety all morning, and I had no way of contacting my sub to cancel our meeting. That phrase, “my sub”, sounded so foreign to me. He would be waiting for me at a fetish club downtown. We had some time reserved in a private play room. I’ve never acted as a Dom for anyone before. I did have a couple of experiences with boyfriends tying me up, but they just didn’t understand what I wanted out of the experience. I guess that was as much my fault as theirs. Growing up, I always felt deeply ashamed of my self-bondage experiences, and I found it difficult to share with people what I did, let alone why I liked it. ...

One Hot Session by Otto Dix One Hot Session by Otto Dix Dear Mistress E. Last night I did what you had instructed me to do. It felt like I had a cannonball in the pit of my stomach as I made my way upstairs to my bedroom with the necessary equipment in hand. The ice-cube release mechanism was already started. Two cubes were used so as to give sufficient time for completing the self-bondage, and suffering. I collected the gear from the attached garage, which was quite cold, and seeing how I was wearing only a pair of nylons, I was anxious to return to my warm bedroom. In my hands, I carried chains, rope, locks, and …. one bottle of Tabasco sauce. I placed the small red bottle on the nightstand and placed the chains and rope on the bed, neatly beside the other implements I would be using, one pair of handcuffs, a stainless steel shackle, and three very small cock rings. My nylons had a reinforced opening in front which exposed my cock and balls. It’s an alteration I did myself. There is nothing more erotic for me than the image of silky, uniform, black nylon clad legs, tightly and neatly bound. I would much rather be looking at those of a willing damsel, but at times I have to be satisfied with looking at my own. I also enjoy the feel of them, especially the rope binding against the nylon fabric. It’s not uncommon for me to tie up my wife. We keep a pair of stay-ups in our goody bag along with a scarf and cuffs. I usually start with cuffing her hands to the top of the bed. I take my time, running my hands down her body once her hands are secured, and she is properly blindfolded. I stroke her legs and lightly trail my fingers over her mound as she pushes her pelvis upward, hoping for some manual stimulation of her lips and clit. But all she gets is light teasing touch, and I can see her lips parting and her moisture level rising. “Soon enough” I say, “soon enough”. I take a pillow and place it beside her hips. She instinctively knows what to do. She places both feet firmly on the bed, and raises her hips and I slip the pillow under her beautiful bare ass. With her ass raised, it gives me good access to her soaking wet pit of quivering flesh. I can suck and lick and drink her in and occasionally penetrate her deeply with a finger or two just when she needs it to send her over the edge. But before she gets some sugar, she needs to pay the price. I’m not tying her up because she likes it (although it certainly seems to make wetter than usual). I’m tying her up because I want her tied up. While preparing for an evening of sex, I’ll tell to put the stay-ups on, and she’ll know what comes next. I take my time running my hands up and down her body, trailing a bathrobe sash cord over her from her neck, around her breasts, over her lips, and down her leg. When I’m done touching her, I take one ankle firmly in hand, and place it in the middle of the bed, with her knee bent outward. Then I take the other, and cross one ankle over the other. Methodically, I wrap her ankles with the soft cord, alternating in both horizontal and vertical wraps, and finish with a cinch to tighten it up and ensure that her ankle bones are not pressed up against each other. Before getting down to business, I usually spend about 15 to 20 minutes putting dabs of cool vanilla pudding in strategic positions, and licking them off with ample sucking. However, I never put pudding between her lower lips. Besides for a variety of health related reasons, it just wouldn’t be right to be licking her there so soon into the session. When I am finally ready, I lift her bound ankles, and crawl head first up to your waiting and eager hips, and lay her calves on my back. In this position, she does not need to position or support her legs at all. She can just relax and let go, let go of everything else and absorb the long awaited devouring of her sweet fruit of passion. I take it slow as though I am making a good meal last, a nibble there, and nibble here. There is no sense in rushing in until she’s good and ready to be flung forcibly over the edge of ecstasy. Her mouth opens and she begins breathing rapidly in shallow breaths. This is her “tell”. This is how I know she is ready. I concentrate on her clit with slow and gentle up and down strokes like a paint brush, pausing slightly between strokes. As she starts moaning, I plunge a finger deep into her and speed up the licking. ...

The Art of Self-Bondage by Otto Dix The Art of Self-Bondage by Otto Dix [email protected] 8 a.m. The kids and spouse piled into the van and headed off to a friends cabin for some time at the beach for the weekend. I couldn’t go with them because I had work to do to prepare for a second job I had lined up in the Fall. Of course, I planned to use Saturday to indulge in the art of self-bondage. It’s rare that I have the privacy and time necessary to orchestrate a setting that robs me of my freedom, mercilessly tortures me, and then eventually releases me in due time. The first order of business was breakfast and a shower. 9 a.m. After my shower, I put on a pair of nylons. I have a serious nylon fetish, and just the idea of being able to casually go about my business with them on is very fulfilling. My next stop is the basement where I boot up the computer and plug my audio output (from the woofer unit) into the mic jack of my 25 watt tape player. I put a fresh 90 minute tape into the boom box and turn the volume all the way up on my power speakers and computer. I open my StereoStim.exe program that is specifically designed to play erotic stim files. From memory, I select three files that are particularly intense and pleasurable. I set their durations at 60 seconds each and the volumes at 100%. I then select a silent wave file, and set the duration at 300 seconds or 5 minutes. I copy it two times, and set the durations at 60 and 10 seconds respectively. I then select the “Fun” mode of the program. This cycles through the files in random order. ...

Bound for Vengeance by Otto Dix Bound for Vengeance by Otto Dix March 21, 2003 [email protected] It was Saturday morning and I was on my way over to my little sister’s place to check on her house. She lived alone and asked me to feed the cat and water the plants while she went away for the weekend. I was a little pissed off with her that she thought I could just drop everything and take care of her damn cat, but I always tried to help her out, especially since I’ve always felt guilty about how I treated her a couple of years ago. ...

Hello Gromet. I have a separate “story” to submit. I’ve been getting requests for electircal play information. I thought I would write down what I know from my personal experiences. It is a “How-To-Manual” with a short scenerio at the end. I’d appreciate it if you posted this as well. I know its alot, but I don’t think you will be hearing from me for awhile after this. Thanks, Otto. ...

8 8IF YOU HAVE A HEART CONDITION OR PACEMAKER, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS Please take care if attempting to use any electrical device! Instructions for “Stereo Electro-Stimulation” (SES) by Otto Dix Instructions for “Stereo Electro-Stimulation” (SES) by Otto Dix Several people have asked me for information regarding “stereo electro-stimulation” (SES). Some are male, some are female. Some want it for auto-erotic/self bondage purposes; others want to be skilled at toping others with it. I will gear my instructions for all users. I offer the information from my own personal experience, and offer absolutely no guarantees of it being perfectly safe or completely effective. All self-bondage activity is risky. You need to judge if this level of risk is appropriate for you. If you want to talk further about SES, my email is [email protected]_ ...

8 8 Yoked by Otto Dix Yoked By Otto Dix It started out as a family weekend of berry picking, at the last minute, the rest of the family backed out. My wife complained that there was nothing for the kids to do up there except watch T.V. My parents were away for week visiting my older sister and I promised to go up to their house on Saturday to water the garden and check that everything was alright. It was their retirement home, and was locate in a very secluded property that backed onto a forest. I opted to head off by myself and take a bit of a respite from the family. As I left Friday night for the remote village, I tried telling myself that I wasn’t going to do anything stupid this time. I was going to water the garden, pick raspberries, and get a good night’s sleep. Despite my intentions, I grabbed my toolbox and put in the trunk of the car to take with me. In it, I had a couple of chains and bunch of pad locks. I stopped at a grocery store to pick up a couple of food supplies, as my parents would have left no food in the fridge. I passed by the rack of nylons, and couldn’t help myself. I grabbed to pair of black nylons and threw them in the basket. Now I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. It was like I was on autopilot, and I was just along for the ride. ...

The Chastity Files of Otto Dix Monday, April 23, 2001: Day One Cock cages and chastity belts always turned me on. The idea of being prevented from masturbating for a week at a time, or longer, seems like an unbearable sentence. I sometimes fantasize about being made to please a woman repeatedly with oral sex while never being let out of my cage. Fortunately, I do have a couple of weeks to experiment with self-imposed chastity. I was recently transferred, and the new house won’t be available for another 2 and a half months. Until then, I am living alone. ...

As with many self-bondagers, I started doing self-bondage as a young adolescent. Back then; my family lived in a small northern community surrounded by thick pine forests. The best time of year was spring. The weather was warming up, and there were no bugs to speak of. I looked forward to spring for the opportunities to do outdoor self-bondage. I explored the forests near my home on a regular basis. I knew the common trails and I created a few of my own. Deep into the woods, about one-hour’s walk, I made a clearing for myself, about 40 feet from a trail. I made a safe place for myself under a huge pine tree. It was almost like a cave, but the walls and ceiling were made of pine branches. Inside, I was well hidden from anyone that might happen along the trial. However, that was highly unlikely. For two years, I never crossed paths with anyone else along these old secluded trails. ...

While I worked alone in my office, I would occasionally fantasize about different ways of self-bondage. I was interested in a long-term bondage situation, and still remain mobile, but unable to escape my bondage. I would sometimes do some programming in a simple Basic language to manipulate data, or generate mock data sets. It was while I was using the random numbers generator one day that I noticed that it would generate the exact same sequence of random number every time. ...

* Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. In our self-bondage sessions, we use a variety of release mechanisms. We use melting ice cubes, struggle across a floor to obtain a knife, waiting until dark to venture outside to retrieve a key, or use a Jacob’s Knot to delay our release. I’ve noticed still others make use of soldering irons on timers to burn through ropes. In the past, I have programmed a computer to encrypt the code of a combination lock, and then waited a couple of months to forget the combination and then have to wait 8 hours for the computer to finally decipher the code in order to release myself. I would use the combination lock to secure all my release keys in a strong box and then use all the locks in chain harnesses and torturous cock and ball restraint. I was free to move about the house, but unable to release myself from self-bondage all day long. That was a nice day J. Near the end of the day, while experiencing a great deal of discomfort and sexual tension, I fantasized that I was waiting for an email from a long distance Master who had the combination and had ordered me to perform the self-bondage. I had to wait until he or she decided to release me. The following story is of a woman who enters into such a relationship with a writer of self-bondage stories. ...

My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Two: My First Session. I got up late on Saturday. I could not sleep the night before thinking about what today would be like. I went out and got a couple of movies to watch since I was going to be spending the day bound in my apartment. When I came back home about 12:30pm, bolted the door of my apartment and took a long shower. I refrained from eating any lunch, since I didn’t want to have to go to the bathroom during my bondage session. The hunger was just going add to my sense of captivity. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected]_ My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Eight: Vengeance. I was looking forward to tonight. This evening, I was going to show “the worm” who the real master was. As much as I enjoyed the excitement of having a remote master, I was adjusting nicely to my new role. As much as I like self-bondage, the adrenaline rush, and the feeling of excitement, I didn’t like it when “Worm” tried to take control of my life. Lord only knows what he would have done with that videotape, and what else he would have made me submit to if he did get it. I would probably have rings on my nipples and clit, and big tattoo on my butt that said “SLAVE”. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected] My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Three: Choices. My new self-bondage master and I exchanged the occasional emails to talked about when we could do a second self-bondage session, and to talk about what sort of commitment we should make to this relationship. We didn’t want to set a finite time on how long we should continue, but agreed that as soon as it becomes too inconvenient for either of us, we should call it off. Fortunately, the anonymity of the relationship meant either of us could call it quits at anytime. We also agreed that once a month would be frequent enough for this activity. We settled on the second Saturday of each month. He sent me the four combination locks right away, and I randomly selected three, and tested the combinations. Sure enough, they worked. I sent back the three locks, and kept the forth for my next session. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected] My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Four: Purgatory. I awoke from my nap to the sound of my clock radio. I was immediately reminded of my situation by the ball gag in my mouth. I wiped some drool from my mouth (I hate when that happens), and carefully made my way to the computer. There was an email from Master asking me what I had been doing for the past 2 and half hours. I emailed him about taking the opportunity to clean the apartment, then taking a shower and having a short nap. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected]_ My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Five: Melting Ice. The weeks past quickly and I became easily distracted as my scheduled electronic BDSM session drew closer. At the beginning of the month I received the combination locks as usual, and a small note telling me to go to the hardware store for some supplies. Three large screw-in eye bolts, two “S” shaped hooks, two large buckets, and one section of clear half inch tubing, about seven feet long. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected]_ My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Six: Preparation for the Final Encounter. About a week before our next scheduled session, I received a large package from Master. Inside were the four locks as usual. The envelopes were tightly sealed in a plastic bag. It looked vacuumed sealed. On the back was a message. It said to only test two of the combination locks, because I was going to need two combination locks for the next self-bondage session. I opened the plastic and I picked two at random and opened two of the locks. Satisfied that the other two envelopes did have the combinations for the other two locks, I put the envelopes and the locks asside to be used later. ...

Dear self-bondage enthusiasts. The following is pure fiction. I went as far as I can go with recounting my own bondage experiences, so I thought I would try my hand at a fictional story. Comments are welcomed. [email protected]_ My Self-Bondage Master Chapter Seven: The Final Encounter. I got up Saturday morning, and checked for a message from Master. The first thing he wanted me to do was go out and rent a video camera. This time he wanted a tape of the whole session. No bloody way was I going to send anyone videotape of me doing self-bondage, even if I was wearing a mask. I protested. I didn’t mind the odd shot of me showing up on the Internet as long as no one could identify me, but a video? Master replied sternly. He told me that the program was not going to work without a code that only he knew. In addition, if I did this last favour for him, he would send me hundreds of pre-programmed series of signals I could use in my self-bondage and torture sessions. The gears in my head started to work, and I started to do a little strategizing of my own. I replied and said that I agreed with his conditions and told him I would be back in about two hours with the video equipment. ...

_ *Shocking Bondage_ by Otto Dix [email protected]_ Opportunities for self-bondage are few and far between for me. That means, that when I do get opportunity, I usually ensure that the experience is intense and memorable. I plan most of my self-bondage sessions months in advance. This self-bondage experience was one of my best. In my younger days, I experimented with applying low-voltage DC currents to my penis while masturbating. I would hold a button switch in one hand and masturbate with the other. Every time I pressed the button down, a six-volt shock would go through my penis. I found that short six-volt shocks were bearable. When I went as high as 9 volts, I found it quite painful. Recently, I decided to engineer a bondage scene where I would experience 9-volt shocks to my penis. The thought of being helpless to stop the electrical torture was very arousing. But how was I going to manage such a scene, without spending tons of money on high tech devices? ...

_ *Shocking Vibrations_ Dear readers Being able to post my experiences on Gromet’s site has reinvigorated my attempts to come up with new forms of self-bondage/torture schemes. My usually self-bondage activities usually include electrical stimulation of my penis while bound. I started with DC voltage ranging from 6 to 12 volts, but found that to be too painful and often left small electrical burn marks if I was not careful. Now, I enjoy using amplified audio signals. Instead of connecting the wires to a speaker, I connect them to two steel cock rings that are placed at the base of my penis. ...

Hello Gromet. That about does it. Thanks for the ride. It was certainly a journey of self discover and escape from the bondage of shame and guilt. Take care, Otto. The Big Risk I can confidently say that I know tons about self bondage. Not just techniques, but also about motivation. Why do we do it, and how does the behavior affect our habit? We get such a rush out of that point of no return, but the same bondage activity soon becomes tiresome, and we search for something different. We look for different risks to take, longer bondage sessions, and inevitable pain and torture. We start with basic self-imprisonment with a release in one to two hours. Then we might experiement with long sessions with uncomfortable positions. Perhaps some partial suspension. We start using vibrators and fetish clothes to highten our level of sexual arousal. Perhaps a little public bondage. Perhaps some electrical torture. We keep escalating our self-bondage behavior looking for greater and greater adrenaline rushes, but like a heroine addict, nothing ever seems to match that first time we found ourselves completely helpless to release ourselves. ...

The following story is the first part in a series of stories that describe real self-bondage experiences of the author. I would appreciate any feedback you my have. [email protected] University Bondage: 101. While at graduate school, I would spend many nights working at school trying to crank out another couple of pages of the dissertation. For many students, this is an extremely stressful time, and I was no exception. It seemed the more stressed I got, the more I thought of bondage. I didn’t have the privacy at home I needed to satisfy my self-bondage urges, and so I started satisfying my need for bondage at school. ...

Hello Gromet. Here is one more story for your site. I love the feedback from readers, and I look forward to hearing from more people. Otto Dix [email protected]_ Zipped and Shocked Friday morning finally came. The whole family was leaving won for three days, and leaving me behind. I had been looking forward to these couple of days for many weeks, carefully planning my self-bondage session. I definitely wanted to include randomly timed painful shocks to my penis. This really adds a new dimension and level of excitement to being inescapably bound. I also wanted something new, and I found what I was looking for from the tips section of Gromet’s site. ...