Insects on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Self-Tied, Self-Terror

Sun, 01 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Nora’s legs and feet ached horribly, and it wasn’t much better for her wrists or neck to be honest. She had no way of knowing exactly how long she’d been in her self-bondage predicament, but it had to be quite a while, and that terrified her. Not because of the length of her bondage or that anything had gone wrong. No, it was because of the consequence she had set for herself if she failed to escape within an hour. Her selected punishment for failure terrified her in a deep and primal way, but that was the point. She got a hell of an adrenaline kick when she had a predicament to work against, and today’s certainly classified in her mind.

The Chateau

Sun, 05 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 19 – Fucked Up Slut

“Was that begging for more clothespins, slut?” I asked, pointing out the slut’s failure of protocol in shouting out her pain from the clothespins. “Because if not, I think…”

But before I could finish my sentence, Mal was at her feet. “Didn’t sound like begging to me.” And he immediately attacked the sole of her feet with his fingernails.

“OH god that tickles! Oh.” And when the slut realized that Mal wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, she did start begging. “More clothespins please. Please put more clothespins on me.”

The New Obstacle Course

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve left the back half of our property to grow back to nature, and is not much more than a weed patch. But the weeds have grown to over foot feet, and it is perfect for these outings. I have kept a six foot wide path leading from an old Box Elder tree on one side to a pine tree across the yard. It is here I go through my courses.

Kens life in Self Bondage 2: The Middle Years

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

This is my story of self bondage. More specifically my story of cock and ball self bondage. It started over 60 years ago. In the beginning it was all so new and exciting. Today 60 plus years later it is not new but it is still exciting.

2: The Middle Years

I had a job working on a farm for a couple of years and quite enjoyed it. For most of the time I was never there by myself as the family that I worked for never went on holidays. In my third year they decided that they had earned a well deserved 3 week holiday and left me in charge of the place. It had a barn with a hay loft in it and a trap door to get the hay down. Shortly after everyone left I got the urge to have some of my pent up fun. It had been a very long time.

Obstacle Course

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 00:00:00 +0000

The obstacle course

My plan was to expose as much naked flesh as possible to the biting flies, mosquitoes, and any other insects for as long as it would take to get my escape completed.

So first, the course:

I took my hemp rope out to the backyard, to the trees. I tied one end to a small tree, ran it to a larger, second tree, then knotted it around the bottom of the trunk. I walked about 50 or 60 feet to a Box Elder tree, wrapped the rope around the trunk, knotted it, and tied it to another tree off to the side. This will be my track. Once in position, I would not be able to untie the rope, and release myself. I had taken two 6 foot 2x6’s, notched both on the ends with a 2 inch by 3 foot “slot”. I had also rigged a spring release to each of the slots to keep my legs in place, once I passed those springs. This notch will hold my ankles in place once I make it to the tree. I brought those boards out to the Box elder. I nailed them on edge to the trunk, got onto my knees, spreading my thighs, and marked about where my ankles would be.

The Shed

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000

I had myself bound in my shed, today. My wrists were locked into my cuffs, and then locked to an eyebolt in the floor above my head. My ankles were in chains that are locked to 2 eyebolts in the floor below me, forcing my legs wide apart. I had my ball stretcher/divider locked to my balls. The key for this was in the house.

This was my time delay release system: A piece of twine runs from the bottle of kool-aide, through an eyebolt in the ceiling, down to the divider, then back up through yet another eyebolt, and is attached to a small brick with the keys to my wristlocks tied to that. The bottle was heavy enough to suspend the brick, but lighter than the brick when it’s empty. This will drop the bottle down first, before the brick comes down as the ice melts. It took a few trials and errors to get the kool-aid solution just right. I had enough twine frozen into the bottle, to slowly lower both the bottle, and then the brick as the ice melts.