I've always been aroused by the thought of bondage. I don't know what it is, but something about being tied up/tying someone up just really gets me
going. I still remember my first time with bondage. It started years and years ago when I was watching a movie called "Doomsday." It had the sexy
Rhona Mitra as the main, badass female protagonist. If you've seen the movie you know where I'm going. There was a scene where she was captured
and interrogated by the bad guys. It started with her sitting in a chair when she is suddenly being lifted up by her wrists until her boots are completely
off the ground. Her sweaty body hanging there with that skin-tight tank top for a good few minutes while getting roughed up by the antagonist gave me
a massive hard-on.
It was at the moment my mind was racing with ideas on what I'd do to her/what would happen to me if I was in her position. I
paused the movie right there because I knew I had to "experiment." I found a good, soft but strong fabric belt that acted as good handcuffs. My next obstacle was finding a place to suspend myself. Looking around my property I went out into the garage and found a sturdy rafter, after some testing I figured that would be the base of my bondage. I went inside and changed into some "sexy" attire, just a sleeveless shirt and shorts. (I've kept this get-up throughout the years because there's something especially revealing about having my armpits bare while being tied up, and it was a hot day.) I grabbed a step stool to get on and went on my bondage adventure. When I entered the garage I was as hard as diamonds at this point. So I set the stepstool above the rafter and stepped up. I tied the makeshift handcuffs around a couple of times and pulled on them to make sure they were sturdy enough. I ran my wrists through and stepped to the lower step on the stool. Even there I was stretching to touch. I then stepped off and hung there like a piece of meat. I looked up to my bound wrists, my hanging, feet, and my straining muscles in my upper arms. I imagined how it would feel to hang like this for hours on end while being beaten and interrogated. It was at this point I had the most amazing climax I've ever had. It was so great I was screaming while strung up by my wrists in the garage. The feeling of climax while being suspended is like nothing I've ever experienced. Once I was finished I just let myself rest while swaying back and forth from my body tensing up. This was all in the matter of a minute. Once I was getting sore I stepped back onto the stool and took off my handcuffs.
That was my first bondage experience, everyday afterwards I was in my garage finding new ways to torture myself, I was using gags, blindfolds, tying my ankles together. using nipple clamps, I even put alligator clamps on my armpits. Every time I climaxed like a helpless prisoner. I still do this stuff today, same clothing, same style, same tortures, only now I record it so I can watch myself writhe in self-inflicted agony.