Well folks this is a story, this is real, and this is just as much a caution as anything.
I have recently had a really bad bondage experience, and I am not talking about it being unsatisfactory. I am talking about it being, dangerous, out of control, and damn right frightening.
It started after our 50 shades of grey exploits. Since that day at the cinema, and us discovering we are both kinky little sluts that my really good friend and I had started to become more than good friends, this is not something I am particularly proud of as I was seeing another girl at the time. However it is what it is and I am not going to make anything more other than it was wrong, but we can’t change the past and what has happened has, well happened.
We had been hooking up every few weeks for our bit of bondage fun, there was no actual sex involved at this point, but everything else certainly was. We had covered the bases, straitjacket, handcuffs, whipping, and sensory deprivation. However there was one huge tick that she wanted to do, and that was asphyxiation, hanging to be precise, except she wanted to be the hanger not the hanged. So as you do when your hormones are in control I hastily agreed and we fixed up a date in our diary.
I would like to note, that we are not stupid people, we fully understood the risks, we have more than a good handle on anatomy and thought we were aware, no we were aware of all the things that could go wrong. Except one that is.
We decided that nooses were way out as they are just too dangerous, too many things can go wrong, likewise with anything that places the entire weight around the neck. So we did our research and found a “suspension hood” it was very thick leather, lots of rivets and extremely secure. The day came around and we checked and double checked our plans and contingencies. Everything we thought was perfect so we went ahead. Now she applied the hood, which has many straps, but the ones we were interested in was predominantly the one that actually did the suspension. This was particularly thick and went under the chin all the way around and buckled at the top with a very sturdy buckle, attached to this was a solid welded steel o-ring which is what you tied, hung to/from whatever you thought was secure.
We had fitted a very large bolt above a door from which had a wooden lintel so provided a very, very secure fixing point. She went and got a little stool and set it up under the bolt. Deftly she pulled the hood over, cinching each strap just about as tight as it would go, as we wanted absolutely no play in these at all. It was critical that everything stayed exactly where we wanted it. She had me dressed in my leather chaps. She was wearing leather thigh boots, the six inch heel type with locking straps of course, a leather tank top which connects to her very sexy studded leather collar which I had locked onto her earlier in the day, something we do when we are together.
So we are all set. She guides me up to the stool and I fumble around and find the bolt and slip over the steel o-ring, ready to go. Now the plan was that as this should not impede the blood flow in my neck we decided that she would blow me up until the point I was starting to cum, and then I would lift my weight up and she would kick away the stool, leaving me there dangling to experience the full pleasure.
So we get going, she is amazing at giving blow jobs, so this coupled with the excitement of doing something new it is not long before I feel the usual twinges and signal to her that the time is right, I slowly lift my legs up, and faintly here the stool kicked away, now here was the first issue. I could not hold my weight with my arms for long as it really was just my fingertips hanging on to the edge of the door frame, so slowly I start to lower myself down so that the hood takes my weight. Which it does with no issues, I vaguely remember starting coming at this point, and as a result I let my weight down quickly. I heard a very loud crunch, had a salty taste in my mouth, then pain, and I mean extreme, I am going to fucking pass out pain. This is where I did, pass out.
Apparently my body went limp, my friend basically crapped herself, ran off to get the stool going ass over tit on the way in her ridiculous heels. She got the stool as near as she could but then it took her a good few seconds to lift my weight back up to work the stool underneath me, amazing really as I am nearly 14 stone and she is a tiny framed blonde size 6, even wet she’s not heavy.
Anyway, she manages to get my legs onto the stool, and somehow then manages to support me while she clambers up on the stool and, again I have no idea how, gets the o-ring off the bolt. She lowers me to the floor and sets about removing the hood. I am completely out cold. She rips off the hood and is greeted by a sight that she says made her weep.
The straps taking the weight had bruised most of my face, I had black eyes and severe bruising and swelling around my cheeks, and under my chin/neck area, these looked like when you get blood just below the surface. Anyway she checks to see that I am breathing, really panicking and fearing the worst. I am, so that is one big worry out the way.
Now she decides roll me onto my side, recovery position style just in case I throw up. She does this and opens my mouth, out of which gushes quite a bit of blood and some bone fragments, now she is really shitting herself. At this point she figures this is bad, really fucking bad, and phones for an ambulance. I must have come round at some point because I can remember hazily someone asking something about a key, and two ambulance men, or women putting me on a stretcher and wheeling me out, that and pain, lots and lots of pain. I don’t remember anything else. I must have blacked out again.
Slowly coming round with only fragments in my mind as to what the hell had happened, which I thought was a dream, except when I woke up I was in hospital. I was expecting to see my partner, but my friend was sitting there. Still dressed in her boots, leather skirt, top and collar I hasten to add, turns out it was her asking me for the keys, as a trip down to the hospital stepping out of an ambulance dressed as a full on dominatrix in a town where she has lots of professional accounts customers, was not, as it happens, top of her to-do list.
I tried to ask her what had happened, but could not my mouth was full of something, wadding of some sort, anyway I will get to the point here, what had happened?
Well turns out I had to have emergency surgery for something that neither of us could have ever seen coming, wisdom teeth! The strap under the chin of the hood was the culprit. It had transferred my weight unwittingly onto my wisdom teeth which had grown prominent, a fact I was completely unaware of. When I lowered myself transferring the weight from my arms to the hood, my wisdom teeth took the full weight, shattering, this caused my weight to drop about half a centimetre which was the cause of the whiplash and the bruising. If it had not of been for my play partner (now partner)’s very quick reaction the outcome could have been very, very much worse.
The hood went directly to the bin, it did not pass go and did not collect two hundred pounds, and we will never, ever, ever play such a silly or dangerous game again. The thought of it was so amazing, but the results, bruising, a failed relationship, pain, and near death experience are simply not worth it. The staff at the hospital were very nice and considerate, one of them even had the thoughtfulness to unzip my chaps instead of cutting them off during the crisis.
They talked to us non-stop about out lifestyle. Which brought my partner out of herself a bit, as she was very upset about the whole ordeal but being out in the open must have persuaded her to be more forthright as she wore all sorts of fetish outfits during my brief stay in the hospital, mostly to cheer me up, but also because the hospital staff always use to look over just a bit jealous I think!
Needless to say my old relationship ended which had been coming for a long time. My new partner, blamed herself for this for the longest time, despite me telling her that there was nothing she could have done to prevent it, and let’s face it, I went along with it, and she did save my life, of that I am certain. We are back to normal and there really was no ill effects, as my wisdom teeth would have had to come out at some point anyway, we just accelerated the process.
So if you are going to play these games, think it through, think of all the pros and cons, what to do when something goes wrong, and above all else, remember that you could be taking someone’s life, or risking your own life. Is any bondage really worth that???
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15.08.15