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A Toy in the Attic

by GT

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Storycodes: Sbm; chain; rope; gag; attic; susp; cons; X

I knew that I wanted to be bound and gagged in the attic, a.k.a. "po' boy's sauna."  It's hot and dry up there, and no one can see me.  What tools (toys) would I use?  How would I release myself?  In what position could I restrain myself which I had not been able to use in the bedroom?  Would suspension or semi-suspension be possible?  Would I remember to drink enough liquid beforehand so that I wouldn't pass out from dehydration? 

First, what should I wear? 

I picked up a tight blue spandex swimsuit (from a yard sale), and put it on over my chastity device, which I had been wearing all afternoon.  Before pulling the straps over my shoulders, I attached nipple clamps.  The swimsuit, which fits like the proverbial glove, would press those clamps to my skin, preventing their coming off.  Dang, that pinches!   My balls are a tad uncomfortable, too, but my penis is encased in a small bent pvc pipe within the supporter cup.  A ring around my genitals pushes up through a slot in the cup, where a brass lock secures it.  It won't come off without the key.  A penis gag, actually a Doc Johnson butt plug shaped like a very realistic (and LARGE) penis goes into my mouth, strapped tightly around my head by an old belt.  It's not coming out until I unhook the belt. 

How will I be secured? 

At the apex of the roofline, where two wooden supports intersect, reinforced by metal plate, I have wound around a length of super sturdy chain, hooked by a snapring, which also hooks through an eyebolt I have installed.  The chain dangles to the floor of the attic, with about two feet extra lying on the floor.  About halfway up, I have padlocked a pair of handcuffs to the chain.  On the floor itself, there is a two-by-four, about two and a half feet long, with eyebolts on each end, and a snapring through each eyebolt.  This will be a spreader bar for my cuffed ankles.  A bungee cord is wrapped around one of the support beams, with a snapring through it.  A long, black rope is tied to the middle of my homemade spreader bar, and passed up through the chain at the top of the roofline.  Two ends dangle, each about ten feet long. 

What about release?  

Ice.  In a knee-high stocking, I have placed eight large pieces of ice, which prevent the ring holding all the keys from dropping.  Attached to that ring is a sturdy cord, which is tied to the chain near the roofline.  When bound, I will be unable to reach the cord, but, as the ice melts enough for the ring to slip around the hose, the keys will fall right next to the dangling chain, where my handcuffed hands can reach them. 

I am set. 

Attaching my feet to the spreader bar, I kneel so that my back is to the dangling chain.  I bring it up through my crotch and stretching to reach, I hook it to the snapring on the bungee cord.  Sitting back, I feel the chain press into my ass.  I pass the dangling black ropes in front of me, one on each side of my chastity cup, through my crotch and up the crack of my ass, tying it to the chain at my back.  Whether I rock forward or backward, when the chain goes slack, the rope goes taut, and vice versa.  My ass feels them both, and my balls are starting to burn.  I try to comfort myself by pulling on my chastity cup, and can only find marginal relief.  

Sexual relief, in the form of an orgasm, is, of course, impossible.  My nipples have been stinging for a while, now, clamped as they are, and are further pained by the black ropes pressing against my chest.  I look to my right, where the ice seems to be melting and the dripping is constant.  I hope I have used enough ice.  I reach back to cuff my left hand, needing to steady myself a bit with my right.  I will be unable to go anywhere or release myself once the other hand is cuffed, but I may sway a bit.  Reaching around with my right hand, I hesitate.  Can I maintain this uncomfortable position for what looks to be an hour, given the ice's  s l o w  progress?  I pick up my safety keys, another keyring, and place the ring around my little finger.  I handcuff my other hand and test my bonds, gently at first. 

I realize this will be too uncomfortable to maintain (I am chickening out, now, you see), and release my hands after about ten minutes of grunting and straining.  My knees are sore.  Keeping my feet secured to the spreader bar, I unhook everything else from my body, and lie on my back, using the rope to raise my feet in the air.  I wrap the ends around my knees, bringing them together, putting a lot of pressure on my groin, and, tie them off.  I am semi-suspended, now, and, again, keeping the chicken keys on my finger, handcuff both hands to the chain above me.  I am still gagged. 

By the way, sweat is just pouring out of me now, and, even with the "chicken" keys in hand, am having a harder time unlocking myself.  Although I am as hot as can be, drenched in perspiration, I look up at the ice, which seems to be the same size as before.  Surely it's melting?  By now I realize that this semi-suspension will be too hard on my back, and release myself again.  Struggling to stand up, I manage to put the chain to my back, the ice release behind me and out of sight.  I must come up with a bondage that I can do, or all this effort will have done nothing more than prove me a coward.  I pass the chain under my crotch again, this time replacing the location of the bungee cord so that it is at the junction near the roofline in front of me, the snapring hanging at eye level. 

Stretching on tiptoe, I find the shortest length link to which I can clip the snapring.  Settling back, the chain is now pressed into my asscrack.   The black ropes are still dangling from the apex of the beams, and I wrap them around my face, further securing the gag to my head, then, wrapping the ropes around the beams,  I secure my head to them.  Placing the "chicken" keys on a box next to me, where I believe they will be within reach of my cuffed hands, I proceed to handcuff myself to the chain one more time.  Now, unless I can reach those keys on the box to my left, I am now helpless until the ice melts.  I am standing, somewhat precariously and almost on tiptoe, with my legs spread, a chain in my ass, my groin aching, my balls on fire, and my nipples throbbing.  I am soaked in sweat. 

I test my bonds, vigorously, this time, and realize that I am trapped, but good!  Fortunately, my "chicken" keys are within reach, so I'll just reach over and.....uh, oh!  Securing my head to the rafters has prevented me from reaching anything!  Now I must wait for the ice to melt!  How long will that be??? 

From start to finish, from setting up the equipment to finally feeling those cold keys slap against my sweaty ass, we're talking about three hours. 

It would be about another two hours before the wife came home, so I cleaned up my stuff, and decided to take a bath.  I'll tell you about that in the next letter! 


I did it again - went up to the sauna-like attic to restrain myself.  Details:  Another Toy in the Attic I'm off today, the wife has gone to work, not to be back for over four hours, the child is at day care, and I'm all by myself....Wonder what I could do?   Self bondage?  Why not?  All my gear is in the attic, away from prying eyes, and that's where I found myself, soon after she left to go back to work after her lunch break.  During the morning, I had set up a few things to be ready for this hot bondage.  (Bear in mind that the attic heats up to well over a hundred degrees by late afternoon, and it was now about 1:30.) 

I had hung a chain from the roof, where the supports meet, and attached a pair of handcuffs about a foot from the "floor."  Since I had planned a kneeling session, I had also folded a thick foam pad under the chain, which had about two feet of slack lying on the pad.  I had been drinking lots of water all morning long, knowing that I would be sweating profusely before this episode was over. 

When I got to the attic, I stripped naked, except for the neoprene rubber waist band (the kind they sell at Kmart to help you lose weight and/or provide heat to the stomach and back muscles), and this was further secured by a thick leather belt.  I already had a steel ring around my genitals, to which I had attached the middle of an Ace bandage.  The two ends went down through my crotch, up my ass crack, and were looped around the belt.  Then I passed them back down through my ass crack, up on each side of my genitals, looped around the belt in front, then wrapped them several times around the head of my dick, tying it off so that there was a large loop, which, if my wife had been home, could have been used by her as a very persuasive leash. 

For my release, I attached a cord to the hook holding the chain.  This cord held my keys on a heavy ring at the other end, about four feet away.  This key ring was now dangling above five pieces of ice inside a stocking hung on a hook.  When bound, I would be unable to reach any of this.

Working unhurriedly (I had five ice cubes to wait on), I snugly tied my ankles together with a 1/4" rope, cinching it between them.  I had to hang on to the rafter supports to move around.  Next, I used a homemade velcro cuff to strap my knees together, securing that even more by fastening another piece of 2" wide velcro to hold them tightly.  I was beginning to sweat, not only from the building heat, but also from the nervous anticipation.  Hopping precariously, I maneuvered to where the slowly melting ice release was behind me, and my back was to the chain to which I would soon be helplessly secured.  Ouch!  That chain was hot!  nevertheless, I drew it between my legs and hooked it to the ring around my genitals.  

Next, I hooked the dangling bandage loop, which was firmly attached to the head of my penis, to a hanging bungee cord, which was attached to the rafter support several feet in front of me.  With the chain through my ass crack and the ace bandage around my dick, I knelt down.  This stretched my dick to the max.  If I could get hard, I might not feel quite as strong a tug, but the bandage around the head was too constrictive for that.  Pushing my pelvis forward only increased the tension and pressure of the hot chain in my ass.  What a predicament!  Was I still going to complete the bondage?  I'd gotten this far...

I strapped a wide belt around the chain and my chest, just below what, had I been female, would have been my breasts.  This belt also pulled me tightly into the chain.  Next, I took one last drink of cold water, then pushed the penis gag into my mouth, tightly strapping it to my head.  Now, a blindfold, reinforced by a bandanna, tied behind my head, then further tied to the chain.  I tested my bondage, and discovered that, on my bound knees, ankles snugly bound together, what with the chain securing my upright at my head, chest, and ass, and the ace bandage pulling on my penis in front of me, I was going NOWHERE!  All that remained was to attach each wrist into the handcuffs behind!!   I was trapped!! 

I cannot tell how much time has elapsed.  I cannot see, as my eyes are covered.  I can barely hear, as the bandanna is pressing around my ears.  If I struggle to move my head around, the bandanna could possibly fall down my face to cover my nose.  That would be bad, as my mouth is plugged full with a rubber penis.  I cannot call for help.  Would I want to?  Anyone coming up the ladder would discover a naked man, hands inescapably cuffed behind his naked, sweaty butt, on his knees, blindfolded.  I am totally helpless.  Not only that, but I am now wondering if the bandage around my dick is getting tighter and tighter, cutting off my circulation, possibly doing some real damage.  I can definitely feel it, whether I move or not.  I cannot scoot up, back, or sideways, as the foam cushion provides nothing to push against.  

I can feel the sweat oozing from my pores, and I wonder if I'll be able to work the key in the lock, IF it ever falls to where I can reach it!  My knees are getting sore, my legs are getting stiff, and I fear that my hands are becoming too numb to work the key in the handcuff lock.   Are those keys ever going to fall?  How long has it been?  What if I cannot get loose, and am discovered by my wife?  Worse, what if some neighborhood kids, or a neighbor, or, heaven forbid, a policeman, should come up here?  What if the keyring hooks on the pantyhose and doesn't fall?  (You might be wondering if I had planned a backup.  Those keys, on a box next to my handcuffed hands, are almost within reach.  I say almost, because, after a time which I thought would be plenty for the ice to melt, I tried to reach them, and only succeeded in pushing them farther away.  I am truly trapped!)

By now, the heat has built up tremendously, and I am concerned that either I'll suffer a stroke, heart attack, heat stroke, or heat exhaustion.  Just as I think I will pass out if those keys don't fall, I feel them slap against my butt.  Now I can free myself!  AAGH!! My hands are slippery!  It takes me about ten minutes just to undo my hands, and another ten to remove the gag, blindfold, dick torture, chain up my ass, and the various wrappings around me.  I sit, legs dangling down the stair opening (where anyone looking in could see them), and drink the last of my water.  I am too tired and sweaty to even jerk off....Well, almost. 
This was one of my most intense self-bondage sessions. 


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