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on Fri 25 Nov 11, 10:31 AM to Arceye's blog.
I am as I type wearing about ten pounds of steel, on ankles, wrists and neck: I cannot get any of it off. The ankle bands, worn on knee high bondage boots, need two spanners to undo them, and the spanners are locked in a steel cabinet for which a friend has the key.
The nearly six pounds of steel on my wrists does not undo- simples. It would need someone highly skilled with a grinder to remove these bracelets, and there would be risk of injury. Risky? People do lots of risky things for fun.
The two pound weight collar on my neck is locked on securely, and the aforesaid friend acting as my keyholder, has the key, and will only release me if there is a damn good reason.I'm wearing tight leather jeans with rubber tights under, and of course as long as I cannot get the steel off my ankles (there's clanky chain harnesses on my ankles as well) the leathers and rubber are going nowhere.
It is my thing, my kink, to be fastened into this kind of gear, to be unable to escape, but how did I get here? It started when I met the chastity belt maker 'Tollyboy' about ten years ago, who I commissioned to make me a half inch thick permanently fastened stainless steel bracelet. Having paid him for this lovely bit of jewellery, I stayed around as machinist and gofer, and began to develop my own jewellery ideas on a commercial basis.
My segmented stainless steel jewellery was always made to be sold, not worn by me. But it was not a commercial success: and about two years ago I decided that rather than my stock of parts be stuck in jars gathering dust, I'd wear it myself. I'd been experimenting with various ways of fastening this extremely strong jewellery, and wound up with nearly six pounds in weight of steel fastened permanently on my wrists....and two more pounds around my neck! I tried lighter versions of this collar first, feeling incredibly brave, but I've never had any serious criticism of my collar, a teenager tried to make a crack about somebody having lost his chain off his motorbike, that sort of stuff.
Four years or so ago I had a stroke. It has meant I have been living on Incapacity Benefit since, unable to do much of anything for any length of time- no stamina and a weak and sometimes painful right hip. What it has done, to look on the positive side, it has given me lots of time for BDSM. I have several good kinky friends, and we play fairly often. They have got used to the fact that sometimes they visit and I have no stamina, and I literally have to leave them to their own devices- their own electric toys, rebreathing gear, while I sit and natter and cuss.
And, time for this 'special headspace', the situation I have described above where I have asked my friend the keyholder to return the key for my tool cabinet when he visits in five days' time. A hundred and twenty eight hours total in leather and rubber and steel. Sure I know I'll be a bit whiffy by Tuesday, but so what? I can pull my tights down to wash, just mid thigh downwards is not accessible. If I really need to remove my rubber etc before then I can borrow tools for the ankle bands etc from a local mate, who is kink sympathetic. But when it's time for bed, and I'm not about to bother him, I sleep as best I can knowing there is no escape.
And the good folk of Rotherham see me walk through the market, and I get praise, favourable comments, very very rarely any brickbats.
I miss my pre stroke life, I miss walking the high moors and riding my bicycle, but I do these different things, walk a path less trod. It's been fun.
Edited Fri 25 Nov 11, 10:35 AM by Arceye
