first piece of bondage equipment I ever used was a tree
in the Wilson's front yard. Like most children we used
to play cowboys and Indians or Romans and Christians.
It was years later that I graduated to using a brass bed
for more adult, if not more serious, games.
of course, are a natural site for bondage. They have sufficient
appendages for securing ropes and chains, are sturdy enough
to hold out against the best struggle, and offer suitable
comfort so that the bondee can remain in that state for
a satisfactory length of time. In addition, they offer
something that the tree of my youth didn't: privacy in
which to perform all sorts of nastily nice things on my
partner's securely stationary body.
are those, I am sure, who think a tree might be preferable,
but out of doors sex is another discussion. Besides, I
prefer both climate control and insect free environments.
my first adult foray into bondage, I used strips of an
old sheet. Later, as my sophistication grew, I acquired
leather restraints and chains. Though they make more noise
than I like, chains are usually my preferred bondage tool
as they are easy to clip on and off.
next advance came several (actually many) years later.
was living in an apartment that consisted of two rooms
and a small bath. I was anxious to try some bondage with
my partner held vertically, so as to be able to have access
to both sides of his body. The only way to achieve that
was by using the door frame between the bedroom and bathroom.
can be either a means or an end. It is delightful as an
experience itself. The immobility it enforces can bring
about significant relaxation, pleasure, and altered states.
There are many whose primary SM scene is to tie up or
be tied up. There's much to be said about control and
lack thereof, about isolation and sensory deprivation,
and the inner journeys that good bondage can elicit.
the other hand, bondage is very often a means to achieve
another end. It is restraint that makes the application
of pain or pleasure both possible and safer. Whipping,
paddling, tickling, stroking, feeling, pinching, licking,
sucking, and even fucking are sometimes easier to accomplish
when the one on the receiving end can neither resist nor
wanted an inexpensive, unobtrusive, and portable way to
restrain my partner while I took control of and enjoyed
his body. The additional requirement was that I had to
be able to install it without doing any damage to the
apartment itself. No holes in the walls, no hooks in the
ceiling, no bolts in the floor.
opened, the bathroom door exposed two metal jambs and
a lintel. I bought three pieces of two by fours and several
bolts long enough to pass through two thicknesses of wood
and the jamb. Cut to fit the door exactly, I sandwiched
the studs on each side of the jambs, connecting them with
a cross piece along the lintel. When the bolts were tightened,
the pieces stayed in place quite well. I then put a large
number of eye bolts and hooks along the timbers. Once
I had the requisite lengths of rope, the contraption was
perfect for holding my man exactly where I wanted him.
His butt was exposed to my paddle, his back to my whip,
his chest to my clothes pins, his cock for whatever I
one drawback was that I would either have to be content
with one side of him at a time, or make sure that I could
slip between the door frame, him and the ropes to get
to the other side. Luckily both Steve, my slave at the
time, and I were thin enough that this was readily accomplished.
years later I purchased my own home which afforded me
the luxury of a basement with a very secluded vegetable
cellar. Needless to say, I converted it to a first rate
dungeon. Now bondage equipment could be built without
care for holes. I drilled into the brick walls and inserted
anchors and eye bolts. I attached four by four posts from
ceiling to floor. Hooks in the ceiling held chains, a
sling, and whomever I could entice into my den. Eventually,
the dungeon poured out into the adjacent area where I
built two crosses and a stock.
won't go into details about the construction of the crosses,
except to reiterate some of the general principles I use
in all toy-building:
Over build. Use stronger lumber, bigger bolts, better
screws. Remember that partners can weigh more than you
estimate and a person who is struggling is stronger than
Take care to plan for quality. Sand, plane, paint, and
sand again. Be sure that porous surfaces can be easily
cleaned, that splinters aren't possible, and that chafing
and scraping won't be a worry.
Test, test, test. Jump on it, hit it, push and pull it
with all your strength. The last thing you want is for
the thing to collapse while in use.
Give yourself, and your equipment, more room than necessary.
You'll want to be able to navigate around the thing. Often
enough one has to stand a distance from his or her partner
in order to wield a whip or paddle properly. Besides there's
something to be said for just standing back and taking
in the big picture.
5. Make the damn thing comfortable. Plan for smooth edges,
padding, even upholstery. I like to use rabbit fur covered
with leather. Build it so that you inflict the pain, not
all bondage equipment has to be large. One day, as I cruised
a Wal-Mart for new furniture for the dungeon, I found
a metal pedestal used for installing seats in a motor
boat. About 24 inches tall, it was sturdy and stood solidly
on the floor. I cut a 12 inch square piece of half inch
plywood for the seat. Before I attached it though, I screwed
a four inch dowel, cut from the end of a broom handle
into the center of the board. Voila, I had a "peg
order to maintain good hygiene, I always put a condom
on the broom handle before my bottom slides his ass onto
the seat. I then restrain his ankles across the back of
the pedestal and tie his wrists, either behind his back
or to eye hooks placed strategically on the sides of the
nice thing about this contraption is that when my partner
is seated on it, he's just at the right height for sucking
my cock. That, of course, is a big advantage over his
being tied in the doorway.
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