Lock Yourself Up in Your Basement
I set up an elaborate pulley system in my basement. The rope was secured to a table leg with a length of string. It runs thru three pulleys so that the string is parallel to the floor. The second pulley takes the rope to the ceiling and parallel to the floor to the third pulley. The rope then drops to the floor.
I attach weights of different size to the rope at various levels. A two pound weight at tit level, a seven and a half pound weight at crotch level, and another two pounds just below the five pound but with enough separation to act independently.
Before I tie myself to a support post, I set a handcuff key on an ice cube that is resting on two nails in the joists. The key is attached to a string so that when the ice melts, the key will drop down to my hands. I also light a candle that has been waxed to the floor. (I prefer the little birthday candles as they suit the situation very well.) The candle will eventually sever the string allowing the weights to fall. Safety police will note that the candle is on a concrete floor so no chance of fire.
When tying myself to the support pole, I secure my ankles with a chain that will not allow me to step forward toward the rope holding the weights. I use two two inch straps to hold my back against the pole. One strap above and one below my tits.
I have already attached a one inch velcro strap around my balls, stretching them, with a leather lace that separates my balls and hangs over the top of the strap. I also have a medium sized butt plug inserted into my ass with another leather strap attached. A pair of Japanese clovers are attached to my tiny male nipples. A nice collar is in place and also keeps me from pulling my head away from the support pole. And finally a blindfold is ready to pull over my eyes.
Just prior to locking the cuffs behind the pole, I attach the nipple clamps and the leather laces from the ball stretcher and butt plug to chains attached to the appropriate weights on the rope. More than two pounds will pull the clovers off my tits too quickly. Eight pounds will pull the velcro strap off my nuts. And two pounds tugs at my sphincter without pulling it out right away.
With the weights attached, I pull the blindfold over my eyes and lock my hands behind my back. I know the weights will drop, just not when. My heart is pounding in my chest. My cock is rock hard. The anticipation is fantastic.
Sometimes I will place needles just under my tits. The needle is secured by the strap around my chest and the points of the needles are resting just below my nipples.
Then the candle does its part. I can hear the rope singing through the pulleys and the sound of the chains as they drop. I know the pain is at hand, but it seems like hours before it really hits home. My nipples are stretched downward, impaling them on the needles and tightening the clovers. The heavy weight stretches my testicles and provides a constant pressure. The plug is trying to slip out of me.
I have to wait until the ice melts to free myself. The basement is unheated and it usually takes a while for that to happen. I endure the situation until the key drops.
Self-Bondage With Nipple Torture
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