**Always play safe! (I list some of the ways I did below)**

I had a timed lock. It broke. It was weird when it happened. I wasn't even tied up or pulling on it. I had finished a session a month or so ago and tossed it on the floor. Came back a few hours later to clean everything up and the half thing of the lock literally fell off. (It was a thin steel cable).

I had some challenges with that old lock. It was good. But it took both hands to unlock, limiting its use a bit. Once it broke, I went online to find a better one and ordered one with a solid haft.

this one: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08TV495HL?psc=1&ref=ppx_yo2ov_dt_b_product_details

When I got it, it seemed amazing. The haft thing pops up at the proper time, so all you need to do is twist the lock a bit and you are free.

I spent a while playing with it in light SB tests, and found a frustrating thing -- when I pulled hard and twisted the lock, it opened even if the timer was not done. For example, I tried a hog tie, pulled hard with my legs as I struggled, then twisted about and *pop*, the lock opened early.

In my efforts to find a way to make it work for me, I came up with the scenario that I ended up doing last night.

I have an unfinished basement I've been using for my more intense sessions. I found I love the concrete and the cold, dungeon-like, "damsel in distress" feeling. I also use the basement for exercise, so I have a heavy metal bench down there designed for weight lifting.

Around one of the bench's legs, I wrapped a chain a few times. Then locked the timed lock to secure the chain in place. To the chain (not the lock, this was the secret), I threaded a rope frozen in a block of ice (ice lock-kinda thing). To that, I locked handcuffs with a padlock. Since nothing I could pull on was directly connected to the timed lock, it held.

A few feet from the bench, there is a steel support pole to my house. I straddled it and locked my ankles to the other side with a spreader bar.

I laid down on my back. From the rafter in the ceiling, I had hung a dildo vibrator with some twine so it lined up mostly between my legs. Also, I had hung a shoe string threaded through one of those one-way pully things, so I could pull the string one way through the rope, but not back. I attached the string to some nipple clamps with a rubber band. When I lay down, I put the clamps on then pulled the string so that the clamps were pulled very hard (the rubber band made them "bouncey" so they give a little, but then snap back).

I added a ball gag. I generally don't when I am on my back, since I feel it is a tiny bit unsafe, but this ball gag is a cheap one, and I can push it most of the way out if needed -- although it is uncomfortable to do it for very long.

I flipped the vibrator on, then attached the handcuffs to my wrists by hooking them into some leather bondage cuffs (I like those. They are locked, secure, comfy, and leave no marks).

I had set the timed lock for 15 mins. But it took a few to get into position so it was probably closer to 10.

Safety: I had the timed lock set to release in 15 mins. The handcuffs were connected to an ice lock, so if the timed lock failed, the ice would melt in 30 or 40 mins. I had my phone near enough to reach, so I could call for help if needed. I had a relative scheduled to call later that evening. She is not aware of my SB, but is a worrier. SO if she couldn't get me, I knew she would try to come over. I had another person promise to stop by next day. So if any one of the escapes failed, I had another back up. So I felt safe. But also completely helpless.

Because the vibrator was swinging from the rafter, it wasn't easy to get it into the right place. The best I could do was get it next to my pussy or along one of the lips, so it was indirect stimulation. When I bucked my hips to get into stimulation, it pushed the dildo vibe away and it swung for a bit.

Because of the spreader, I couldn't trap the dildo between my thighs, since it wasn't easy to pull my legs together.

So every time I pushed into the vibe thing, or moved around to get better stimulation, my nipple clamps pulled painfully. I love this predicament bondage. This idea of having to endure pain to get pleasure -- and willingly doing it -- is such a turn on for me.

So I laid there naked. I pulled against the cuffs, but they held and my hands were stuck well above my head. I squirmed. I thrusted. I rocked my body.

After a while, it felt like it had been too long. The lock must have failed and I thought I'd have to wait for the ice to melt. I tried to twist to look at the time on the lock, but my nipple clamps held me in place -- OUCH! -- and I couldn't see it.

So I focused on the vibration. I managed to get the dildo caught between my left thigh and my pussy. If I focused on staying still and only rocking my hips a little, I got vibrations in the right places. The nipple pain was turning me on and stimulating me, so I knew it didn't need to be perfect.

If you follow me, you know that I am generally into orgasm denial, so I kept getting to the edge, then kind of subconsciously moving so I couldn't cum. But I wanted it so badly. I had to focus and force myself to stay in position.

A few moments later, I felt the orgasm build. I was moaning uncontrollably into the gag, shifting my chest to get more nipple stimulation, and trying to keep my hips still.

Then, it happened.

I started a strong, gushing orgasm. At the first spasm, the movement forced the vibe away and turned the orgasm into a ruined one, as the stimulation suddenly vanished. But it was still good. Really good. I gushed. I squirted. I squirmed, causing my nipples to scream in pain, which actually just made me spasm more.

It didn't last long. I didn't want it to. I wanted to feel spent and used and helpless to unlock. And I wanted it to be ruined and quick and leave me horny the next day.

The timed lock popped open a few moments later. The timing was almost perfect, although I had no way of knowing it beforehand.

It was an intense experience. I would only have changed a few things. First, I would have made the clamps pull a little more. I wanted to regret it. I wanted to be desperate to get out, but not able to for a while. It was good as it was, but I wanted to go just a little farther.

Second, the spreader worked great, but gave me a bit too much movement in my knees, That's how I could trap the vibe. I'd have liked it better if all I could do was arch my back a little and not be able to pull my legs together.

and, finally, the time on the lock was almost perfect, but I would have preferred it be a bit longer. Had I laid there post-ruined-orgasm, spent, with nipples aching and the cold, hard floor pushing against me for another few minutes, I think it would have improved the overall experience.

Still, it was good.

I generally do these kind of complex self bondage things only once every month or two or three depending on my schedule and my cycle. So we will see about some of these things for next time.

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Anyway, hope you enjoyed my experience.

Play safe.