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Video Upload – Self Bondage Flashbacks – ‘Bath Time’

Over recent years, I’ve had many people ask about all my original self bondage videos which were on Youtube (account deleted by Youtube) then DailyMotion (account deleted by DailyMotion) then Blip.TV (account deleted by Blip) and then Xtube (and we all know what happened there).

I’ve managed to find most of the original files and I’ve started to edit some of them to release here. They’re not the greatest quality videos because I only had one camera and it was Standard Definition Mini DV tape. Remember those? I’ve used software to try and upgrade the image quality.

Nevertheless, the second one is now complete and I’m releasing it here.

Self Bondage Flashbacks – No.2 – ‘Bath Time’

In which I decide to participate in some ill advised watery bath time bondage.

In this seven minute self bondage video, I’m wearing a PVC t-shirt and silky shiny nylon P.E. shorts which were worn by boys at school in the 1980s in the UK. I’ve stuffed my mouth with cloth and tape gagged myself and I’ve put a rubber hood over my head. The rubber hood has nostril holes to allow me to breathe.

I’m lying in a water filled bath. My wrists are handcuffed behind my back and my ankles are tied to the taps. My arms are also strapped to my upper body with an old team band used to tell teams apart in sports activities.

This was not a comfortable position because I had to spend most of the time lying on my cuffed wrists. I did turn over onto my front at one point but this made the bondage even more ill advised and difficult because I had to work hard to keep my hooded and gagged head above the water level.

There is an unfortunate leg pull at the end of the video resulting in my head submerging and panic kicking in. I’ll leave it for you to decide whether I ‘slipped’ or whether there was interference from a third party grabbing my ankles and pulling me under…

Let me know if you like these little flashbacks into my self bondage past. It’s a wonder I’m still alive.

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Self Bondage Flashbacks – Video No. 1

Over recent years, I’ve had many people ask about all my original self bondage videos which were on Youtube (account deleted by Youtube) then DailyMotion (account deleted by DailyMotion) then Blip.TV (account deleted by Blip) and then Xtube (and we all know what happened there).

I’ve managed to find most of the original files and I’ve started to edit some of them to release here. They’re not the greatest quality videos because I only had one camera and it was Standard Definition Mini DV tape. Remember those? I’ve used software to try and upgrade the image quality.

Nevertheless, the first one is now complete and I’m releasing it here.

Self Bondage Flashbacks – No.1 – ‘Rubber Orgasm’

I’m wearing a PVC t-shirt and skintight rubber cycling shorts. I’ve tape gagged myself and I’ve put a rubber hood over my head. The rubber hood has nostril holes to allow me to breathe.

I’ve chained and padlocked my ankles, my knees and my crotch. I’ve roped my upper arms to my upper body. I’ve padlocked a chain around my neck which then runs down my back and is padlocked to my ankle chains creating a loose hogtie of sorts. A pair of handcuffs is attached to the chain at waist level which runs down my back.

As you can hear from just the description, this is some pretty serious self bondage…especially when combined with a gagged mouth and rubber hood. The key to the cuffs is hidden somewhere within the scene but I defy you to figure out where.

Unfortunately, after a few minutes, the excitement of the self bondage overwhelmed me and I had a slight accident. I tried to disguise it as struggling but the pelvic thrusts and bed humping gave away what actually happened. This wasn’t the only time I had an ‘accident’. I may release others in the future.

Let me know if you like these little flashbacks into my self bondage past. It’s a wonder I’m still alive.

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Story – ‘How To Teach A Straight Boy A Lesson’ Part 1

I think the most important thing I could possibly tell you is that I’m straight.

The idea of anything involving my asshole or another guy’s cock repulses me beyond imagination. I like pussy, end of story. I’ve always been attracted to cute little blonde girls, and the more the let me walk all over them the better. Unfortunately, I seem to go through girlfriends faster than a roll of Charmin.

Anyways, one girl I dated for a while was named Maggie. She was about 5’2″ with bleach blonde hair and a nice rack, so basically my type. We met at the local bar, Twenty Two, one of my favorite haunts, and ended up going back to my place. Needless to say, it was a good night if you know what I mean. After that, we kept seeing each other for a while, but then I met Alexa — who had way better boobs and a smaller waist. I was pysched, Alexa was into me, right off the bat we started sleeping together, and Maggie was out of the picture.

Or so I thought.
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I was meeting Alexa at Twenty Two for drinks and hopefully taking her back to my apartment afterward. I had on a pair of nice, dark jeans, a light blue button-up with a white T-shirt underneath, and my most expensive brown leather shoes. My long, dark hair hung around my face in perfectly messy waves, and even in the low light of the bar my bright blue eyes stood out from my tanned skin. I knew I looked good, and Alexa obviously realized it too.

She was sitting up at the bar, sipping at some fruity cocktail that was inevitably going on my tab, looking smoking hot in this little black number I couldn’t even begin to describe. My cock nearly jumped for joy at the very sight of her. I got into the seat next to her, ordered some vodka on the rocks, and just when I was about to start sweet-talking her, she put her hand over mine.

“Seth,” she said quietly, a devious smile on her lips. “Let’s not waste our time here, alright? Come on. Let’s go back to your place.”

Magic words. I instantly leapt off my seat like my ass had been burned, grabbed her arm and steered her out the front door. We’d just passed the convenience store nearby when two pairs of arms reached out from a dark alley and pulled me in.

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I, obviously, shrieked in terror like a little girl as they threw me to the ground. A swift kick to the gut had me gasping for breath but successfully shut me up. One of the pairs of hands wrestled my arms behind my back and handcuffed them there. My panic only increased, my screams resuming.
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Story – ‘In Custody’

Hood (4)

His hands almost shook when he read the letter. It was printed on an old-style line printer. The letterhead was that of the District Attorney, and he was the addressee.

“The defendant is find guilty of all of the charges. For reckless driving the sentence is 20 days in prison, an open container of alcohol in a vehicle is 20 days in prison. For disturbing the peace 20 days in prison. All of the prison sentences are to be served consecutively.” stood on the letter.

“I guess I made a really poor decision. That’s an real understatement!” he thought. Speeding and trying to loose the police who tried to pull him over wasn’t the cleverest thing to do.

Now he was faced with this letter. It indicated that a warrant had been sworn out for his arrest. The Crown agreed to drop the charge of avoiding arrest, but they wouldn’t budge on other driving offenses. He never dreamed that he could land in prison! For two months!

He was to report to the Police Station within 3 days to turn himself in to face the charges, or a warrant would be issued for his arrest and he would face charges that could result in an additional two year sentence in prison.

His heart raced as he entered the Police Station, and approached the information officer at the front desk.

The receptionist was a blonde woman, a quite beautiful police matron. She smiled at him. He handed her the letter he had received.

The receptionist looked him up and down. “Follow me, please.”

She led him to a small cubicle. “Please step inside and remove all items of clothing.”

He stepped inside and pulled the door closed behind him. He stripped down to his boxer briefs. He then waited. He heard a voice, “Please step out of the cubicle.”

He stepped out. The reception again looked him up and down. Years of sport and gym had given him a tight, firm body. A set of abdominal muscles were his proudest feature.

“The prisoner must remove all items of clothing.”

“What!!”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be given prison attire.”

He stepped back inside the cubicle and pulled off his boxer briefs. He had a vision of himself in an orange prison jumpsuit. He stepped back out, naked. The receptionist grabbed all his clothes and possession and locked them away in a nearby locker. He stood naked, shivering.

“What am I supposed to wear?”

There was the briefest hint of a smirk on the receptionist’s face. She opened another locker and reached in and grabbed what appeared to be a small piece of white material. She handed the material to him.

He unfolded the material. It was a pair of shorts. White. Made from what appeared to be shiny PVC.

“Awww, man, what’s this? I can’t wear these.”

“The prisoner will wear the appropriate attire…or you can remain naked…”

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