Wetsuit Bondage Escape Challenge: FAIL

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Even though I’m getting into increasingly complex bondage scenes lately, I still love the vulnerability and exposed feeling I get when tied to the bed in a simple spread eagle.  Especially when I’m wearing one of my Spandex wetsuits or catsuits.

That’s why this particular bondage escape challenge is still one of my favorites. My friend tied me securely to the bed with leather wrist and ankle restraints stretching me out between the bed frame, and gave me 30 minutes to free myself. Failure to do that would result in hours of nude bondage torment.

This was still early in my bondage career, where I thought I could escape from just about anything. So I confidently (cocky?) agreed to his challenge, and waited patiently as he locked the restraints around my wrists and ankles and used rope to securely anchor them somewhere under the bed. I even stretched out my arms and legs as far as I could, so when I relaxed there would still be a fair amount of tension pulling on me towards each corner. When he was done tying me down, I was pleasantly stretched out to the four corners of his bed.  Although, tighter then I had expected.

Thirty minutes later, the ropes and restraints were still holding me down in a very tight spread eagle.  I was quite tired, but extremely turned on from all of the struggling I just did.  So when the time expired, I basically went limp (except for the still growing erection visible through the tight Spandex wetsuit I was wearing) and accepted the fact that what was going to happen next was mostly out of my control.

Over the next 30 – 40 minutes, my friend rubbed and massaged me through my Spandex suit to the brink of orgasm.  He is an expert at edge play, so he never let me go over the edge.  By the time he brought out the pile of rope and his powerful vibrator, I didn’t care what he had in mind.  Just as long as it let me orgasm sooner rather then later…

All I could do was lay there as he used a rope harness to bind the vibrator between my legs.  Once he was satisfied that the vibrator was tied nice and tight to my crotch, he used an extension cord to plug it into one of those power outlets that can be turned on/off by a switch on the wall.  I can’t come close to describing how helpless, frustrated, and desperate I became as my friend controlled the powerful pulses going through my crotch from a dozen feet away.  For what seemed like hours, he relentlessly cycled the vibrator on and off every 1 – 2 seconds.  I have never felt anything like it before, or since.

I honestly struggled as hard as I could to escape, but he did a damn good job of tying me down to his bed!

Eventually, it was time for him to carry through with the rest of my punishment.  So he slowly began to peel my Spandex wetsuit from my body.  Wetsuit bondage is an incredible turn on.  Being sexually tormented while tied up in a Spandex wetsuit is amazing.  But having the wetsuit slowly stripped from your bound body, and knowing what is probably going to happen next, borders on psychological torture.  And as he began to play with my exposed nipples as the vibrator was set to a low hum on my crotch, I was quite positive I was going to end up in a mental institution by the time he was done with me.

Continued in Part 2 (coming later this week)…

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