I’ve been into “doing it myself” for many years and have devised lots of ways to put myself into all kinds of rope bondage situations. All the standards, hogties of all kinds, several kinds of chair ties, and even a suspension that almost backfired, but I have always been fascinated by a strappado position. I couldn’t figure a good way to get into it without taking a chance of injuring myself, i.e.jumping off a platform, etc. I finally found and bought myself a rope ratchet recently which I thought would solve my problem. All I needed was an ice link of some kind that would let me down after an unknown length of time. I settled on a small cloth bag with ice cubes in it, suspended from a high bar. Use the hook on the rope ratchet to hook over the bag above the ice cubes. When the ice melts the ratchet falls down and releases the wrist rope. I thought this out extensively over several weeks waiting for a good chance to put in into practice.

Finally, I had the house to myself for 3 days and 2 nites, which was perfect. About 8 o’clock, I assembled all the equipment I needed including the video camera so I could enjoy it later. I have what is called a “power rack” used principally for weightlifting exercises but perfect for all kinds of bondage play, if you use your imagination. This would be perfect for suspensions and especially “the strappado”

First, I tied the bag of ice to the top crossbar and hooked the rope ratchet over it and checked the operation, just to be sure that I had it right. So far so good! I then set up the video camera and got it ready to go, and began to dress for success.

I decided on a below the breast corset that was very tight and very hot, thigh high hose, and 5 inch heeled pumps with straps for security. I then greased up and inserted my plugs, held in by a crotch belt and put on my half hood gag. This was pretty constricting already, and I hadn’t even started with the ropes. Both plugs were vibrators, so I turned them on while I could still get to them. I then started roping up, starting with my ankles, then knees. Not much moving around now. I then ran a couple of ropes from the cross bar to the waist belt for a safety device so I wouldn’t fall when the ice melted. I then used the remote to turn on the video camera and started recording.

By now the vibrating plugs were running me nuts, but I didn’t want to be distracted now that I was this close, so I then bent over and hooked up the tweezer nipple clips onto my rock-hard nipples and suspended a small weight from the chain between them, just to provide a little discomfort, which was a little more than I thought it would be, after a while.

Now we were getting to the moment of truth. I got my wrist loop which I was sure wouldn’t get so tight with the cinch loop that it would cut off circulation. It is a 6 turn loop of soft rope that is really surprisingly comfortable. That is the only thing comfortable about this situation after about an hour. I then put a cat’s paw loop over the wrist loop so it would cinch up good as long as there was tension on it, but would release easily when the ice melted and the ratchet dropped. I hooked this up to the ratchet rope, and then looked around to be sure that I hadn’t overlooked anything. I couldn’t detect any flaws, so I put my wrists thru the loop with the cats paw between and hooked to the ratcher. My hands were stilldown low and I could still back out, but I couldn’t see any reason to at this point. I pulled rope up a little, pulling my hands up about a foot, which was still in the back out stage, but not by much. I checked out the ice bag and noticed that although the ice was melting as anticipated, it looked like it might be a pretty good while till the ratchet fell. I figured that, what the hell, it couldn’t be more than an hour, so I thought it would be OK. I pulled my wrists up a little more and realized that I might not be able to back out now even if I wanted to. I was in no particular discomfort tho, except for the nipples and plugs, which were not offensive, but even felt pretty hot. I started squirming around some testing my bonds, but nothing moved and my wrists didn’t seem to be undoable either at this point. Well, I figured I should go ahead and really get into it, so I pulled my wrists up to the point that I had to bend over pretty good. This seemed enough for a while, so I really jerked around to see if anything would give. Naturally, nothing did and I realized that losing my balance would be pretty easy, although I couldn’t completely fall because of the safety ropes. I was starting to realize just how restricted and helpless I was. I could hardly move at all, much less alleviate my discomfort from the heels, corset, plugs and nipple clips. I started to wonder when the ice would melt. I could see in the mirror that it would be a while. As futile as is always is, struggling always seems to be something that you have to do when in bondage, whether self imposed or not, so I got into it enthusiastically, but ineffectively. I had been in this fix only about 15 minutes, and I was already hurting from my feet to my butt to my tits, to my shoulders. This situation continued like this for another 40 minutes doing nothing but hurting more by the minute. When the ratchet finally dropped, I nearly collapsed against the safety ropes. It took me a few minutes to get my wrists free, but the thing worked just as I had planned. The only thing that didn’t work right was the vibrator. All it did was agitate me no end without an orgasm. Needless to say that was the first thing I took care of after getting my hands free and again after untying everything else. Getting those heels off was another priority, as were the clamps which hurt like hell when I finally unclamped them. Getting into a warm bath, I indulged in another slow intense orgasm, which sort of made me forget about the discomfort and made me think about the next time. Soon.