Luggage Straps For Self Bondage
Luggage straps are just about unheard of now, and if you do find them, they will be the nylon webbing kind, not leather. Nylon just doesn’t do it for me.
Growing up when I did, we didn’t have much money so quality suitcases were not a priority. How do you hold a poor quality suitcase shut? Use a leather strap and cinch it up tight. After the second world war, this was probably the norm and lasted certainly into my teenage years and later. I remember the suitcases we had were made of a very cheap type of thick cardboard or similar. The locks were cheap rubbish.
In the hall closet we had 4 straps. They were about five feet long and maybe an inch wide. The leather was of average quality and somewhat rough. They were not ‘dressy’ in the least. In hindsight, they were perfect.
For some reason when I was an early teenager, about 14 years old, one afternoon I took those four luggage straps into my bedroom and tied myself up with them.
I wrapped one strap around the ankles, another round the knees, and the third I buckled into a multi-turn loop then put my wrists through the loop. Using my teeth I cinched up the strap and now my wrists were bound in front of me.
In those days I was much more supple than I am now. Leaning forward I could get my bound ankles through my arms and now my wrists were bound behind me. Tightly. No matter what I did, I couldn’t free myself. That is until I was able to get my legs back through my arms and my wrists were in front of me again, and then use my teeth to loosen the strap.
With my hands behind me and laying on my front with my legs bound, my weight was on my front and hips. Squirming around, feeling the bondage, drifting in the escape and feelings of this I had my first climax when the friction on the front of my pants sent me over the edge.
I still remember this now, five decades later.
Straps or cuffs wrapping the wrists.
Leather wrapping the circumference of the wrists, the ankles, the knees all feels so very good. It triggers the imagination releasing an endorphin rush.
Add a collar, a gag, add more and more straps around the chest and waist finishes it off nicely.
Why Did I do This?
That is the real question. To this day I have no idea why I did it. It just happened. I liked it, I had my first climax and I was addicted.
I do remember surprise as being a major factor of my first self bondage.
I have wondered about this a lot. Why did I choose those luggage straps? Why did I tie myself up with them? I am absolutely sure I had never seen anything even remotely like this in my life previously. I didn’t see it and say, ‘well, I’d like to try that on a rainy afternoon,’ or similar. The only conclusion is – it just is a part of me.
I do know that I liked leather far too much. It had a fascination, an appeal, it was something that did give me the silent quivers deep down inside. Touching those straps felt enormously good. I felt excited when I touched them, carried them, when I had anything to do with them. From my fascination with these straps, my belt fetish was completely logical.
This was clearly the time when my leather fetish was starting to kick in, and it has never let up since, over half a century later. Maybe the leather fetish, the desire to hold, to touch, to caress those straps was at the heart of it. With them on my bed, what else could I do with them? They were meant for tying up suitcases, why not tie up me?
Over the years that followed, a huge worry was being discovered, caught out, exposed when I was in bondage. I was terrified of that. It was so strong that I denied myself this release for long periods of time. Some of the porn on the internet deals with self bondage discovery which I find exciting.
Denial did not work well at all. If anything, that was even worse for me – and that is the basis for much of this website – and the subject for another post.