Soloist

A brief description of myself is in order. I am a straight male into self bondage. My idea of a great time is to be in bonds and tease/tormented out of my mind by vibrators. My main vibrator is a vibrating cockhead sized pouch made from velcro. In addition I use a regular a penis vibrator and nipple vibrators. My usual bonds are leather cuffs, chain, and padlocks. A typical session finds me chained with nipple and cock vibrators teasing on me. The cock vibes are set just too slow to bring me to climax. I have to endure fantastic sensations while held on the edge of an orgasm but unable to cum. This way I achieve a level of excitement due to frustration that is hard to imagine. After an hour or so a timer speeds up the vibes for a fantastic orgasm and a bit later a second timer drops the padlock key so I can reach it and free myself. ...

Tension by Soloist Tension by Soloist The man was cuffed wrists and ankles, spread-eagled on the bed, sweating and squirming. He did not know how long he had been in this torment but he was sure it was well over an hour, probably closer to two. Then his muscles tensed, his body going rigid with his back bowed as his cock reached to heaven for climax. A moan escaped his hood as he was yet again denied the relief of orgasm. All he could do was quietly sob as he waited for the next time his cock screamed. ...

We have monthly bondage bashes at our BDSM club. As part of the evening, various members provide entertainment. Members that are willing take turns performing. It is not required, but most do at least one show. Eventually I was approached and was more chicken to refuse than to work up an act. I had to figure out a way to share my form of bondage pleasure. What I love the most is being bound and teased to the point of torment, even torture. The teasing is to excite me to the point of orgasm then denying it and/or forcing me to endure orgasms until I can only endure because I am bound and can not escape. ...

It all started with the velcro vibrator. This is a device that I created for some really great sensations. It consisted of a penis ring vibrator with velcro strips attached to form a pouch just big enough to contain my cockhead. Positioned in various ways, but always containing my cockhead, this rig produces some wild results. They would be unbearable if I did not place myself in bondage thus forcing myself to endure. ...

8 8 Living Art by Soloist One thing about beach cities, you can get away with a lot. Living Art and Performing Art are common. This led to a really wild plan on my part. The idea was born when I found access to the roof of a four story office building overlooking one of the business streets. One weekday morning before daylight I erected a St. Andrews cross at the edge of the roof at the side facing the street. I also hung a banner over the edge of the roof. I put a padlock on the roof door to discourage the curious from coming up for a closer look at what I was about to do or to play touchy-feely. Maybe accessibility would be an idea for another time. ...

8 8 Naivete by Soloist When you are in bondage, there is no such thing as unbearable. The woman was new to the vibrator. Actually, she was fairly new to sex in general. But the vibrator fascinated her. It was a good vibe, the kind with little nubs on the side that teased the clitoris when the vibe was inserted into her vagina. She had played with it a number times and each time after three orgasms she had to quit. She was just unable to continue any further. And she thought she would be great to have more than three orgasms when she was playing. ...

8 8 Oops! by Soloist When you are in bondage, the is no such thing as unbearable For some time I have been developing a lady I met on the internet to act as a safety for my self bondage games. We met on a chat channel where I visit in my ‘straight’ persona. She turned out to live only six blocks from me. We met and become friends. No sex, real or cyber. She has, though, played at cybersex with at least one partner. She is 30, married, with four young children. She seemed to be free spirited enough that I thought it possible to utilize her as a safety when I play my games. ...

8 8 Time Out by Soloist The woman stood with her eyes shut tight, tears on her cheeks. She had designed and built the device, now she was its prisoner, held captive by her own body. She stood with her legs held spread, with her arms straight out from her sides locked to cords extending to the mechanisms on the walls. The waist and crotch straps held the vibrator tightly in her cunt with bristles against and massaging her clit. ...

The woman stood looking down at the bed. The bed was mostly covered by a sheet of plywood. Mounted to the plywood were four eyebolts and three straps. Next to one of the eyebolts was the remote for her VCR. The key to the padlocks she would be using was held away by the ice cubes in the glass on the night table. There was plenty of ice, it would be quite a while before the key was released. Everything seemed ready. She put her ballgag in her mouth, strapped it in place, and put on a pair of latex gloves. She was about to satisfy a fantasy that had been nagging her for years. Her legs felt weak just thinking about it. ...

Old Baldy by Soloist When you are in bondage, there is no such thing as unbearable The man was spread eagled on his bed. The penis vibrator with the velcro pouch contained his cockhead while it did a slow dance. As it had been doing for the past three hours. The afternoon had started out nicely. First he put on his hood with its gag in place. After setting the timers, he slowly set his bonds, first securing his ankle cuffs to the snap hooks on the rope across the foot of the bed. He worked slow, savoring the mounting excitement that went with each step. After adjusting the nipple teasers he placed the velcro vibrator on its guide wire and slid it down to take hold of his throbbing cockhead. He then connected the teasers to the battery pack on the waist belt and threw the switch starting the timers. Quickly he reached his arms out to the sides and padlocked his wrist cuffs to the chain stretched across the head of the bed. He felt the rush that he always felt when he snapped the lock that rendered him helpless. Then he remembered that he had forgotten to place the phone on the bed in case of emergency. It did not worry him, he never screwed up anymore. ...