Otto Dix on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Leashed

Wed, 18 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Bound for You

Fri, 15 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000

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

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

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

Tue, 05 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

The Art of Self-Bondage by Otto Dix The Art of Self-Bondage by Otto Dix otto_dix@hotmail.com 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

Wed, 26 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Bound for Vengeance by Otto Dix Bound for Vengeance by Otto Dix March 21, 2003 otto_dix@hotmail.com

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.

Electrical play and Self-bondage

Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Instructions for 'Stereo Electro-Stimulation' (SES)

Fri, 10 Jan 2003 00:00:00 +0000

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 otto_dix@hotmail.com_

Yoked

Thu, 05 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

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

Mon, 28 May 2001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

The Raspberry Patch

Mon, 28 May 2001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

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