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Whiplashsmile4 -> RE: self bondage ideas (2/8/2010 11:32:08 PM)
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In terms of my own experience, I had practiced a form of self bondage that was similar to Kinbaku. my movement was not physically restrained. I used to take old t-shirts and use them to make rope out of. I would tie elaborate webbing up and down my legs, use the belt hoops of either my Jeans/Parachute/Leather pants for tie off points. I would weave the webbing at times around my upper body as well. It was not uncommon for me to make one run through my crotch even. I actually would incorperate different colors of cloth rope made from old t-shirts. Even would add touches of color with tieing off small pieces of rope to the web itself. (a bit like tinsel on a christmas tree).
Pausing for a moment, this post should be sub-titled "Confessions of a Freak"...
I am certain there are a few eye brows raised this moment, It's one thing to coldly express the mechanics of something, another to share the mental aspects and other physical aspects of something. Let me express that the pants I wore when doing this were tight. So not like the Urban Wear Baggy Ass ones. These self bindings on my body felt good, literally loved and enjoyed the sensation. It did not instill the feelings of helplessness inside of me, but rather that of power and freedom. Sort of like Super Mario Brothers where you Power Up for a bit. (if you can relate to the video game analogy).
Now, what I'm about to express some people may find appalling or amuzing. I incorperated this into how I would dress up at times, and yes. I would walk out my door and enter the public world (without shame or embrassment). I know WTF and OMG!!!
There's a certain factor of power involved when one dresses like a freak and it turns into a public statement. For one, you know you are going to get attention. (both positive or negative). There's a certain degree of MIND FUCK factor involved because somebody encountering you for the first time would be going OMG/WTF inside their head (at times verbally open about it). Now, in terms of being a FREAK, it's a bit tricky and complex. Because you can pull it off sucessfully or Fail miserable. Clothing does not compensate for lack of social skills and other things. I have seen some people with extremely poor social skills become the literal walking targets for Verbal Social Abuse, and even provoke desires for near physical abuse. If you don't have Good Social skills you may want to rethink things before Dressing up like a freak anywhere. Somebody might literally eat you up for breakfast and spit your pathethic low self esteem out after lunch.
Those that have never dreassed like a freak please keep an open mind before Stereotype judging things. I did not dress like this every single day, that there were times when it was more times than not. I started doing this in High School then continued for a number of years afterwards. It's not currently that I currently engage in doing.
Anyways, I was able to capitalize upon the fact, I was one of those musicians types. Playing Guitar in a rock band has it's perks. Musicians can literally do and get away with all kinds of shit without major wide spread social ramifications. I literally took this to some new and different extreme levels. I ended up crafting my own look. It had a BDSM theme to it, without looking like a Leathered up Dungeon Master. I also had a bit of the Heavy Metal elements to it, and blah....
Not only was the way I dress reinforcing the fact that I was a Guitar player in a band, it also was making a statement that I was into Kinky shit as well. Think of somebody looking a bit like a Cross of Billy Idol and being out of the Rock Group Ratt at the time, with a slice of Danzieg thrown in. I digress...
Needless to say, I sincerely did enjoy how it felt on my body, this form of Self Bondage. To make these tight webs around my body. I would have to retighten it because the cloth rope from T-Shirts would start to loosen up and stretch. So, there were moments when I had to stop and fix it.
There is more I could share, but this is way way way... too much...
Now days, I'm rather calm and tame. I look a bit like every other guy. Then again, I make it a point to want to keep a low profile. I don't want the crazy attention nor popularity. I don't have complete strangers walking up to me, asking me where the band is playing next and blah blah blah...
I shared a lot more, than I intended. Because in admitting to this form of self bondage would mean elaborating upon other things. A proverbial can of worms.
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