My fellow inmates,
Asylum is on vacation at the moment, so the first few postings of the year shall not have any pictures due to this program that I am using on my phone actually not having the capability for it....
Oh well, just means more to share when I return.
One thing I do wish to mention, and I shall happily post a banner for him when I get home, Is we have been mentioned by "Ruff Stuff's Blog".
We wish to thank Ruff, and ask that you check out his blog as well which is always a great sours of entertainment.
So,
Let's start this off with a subject near and dear to all of our hearts: Self play, and dangerous self play at that...
You see, I know that all of us, in the days before we found others to trust our lives with for a thrill, that we all solo played and probably each have a few close calls that we can share as a cautionary tale to those who are still in the solo exploratory stages.
So yes, I wish to try an experiment. I am going to so the one thing that usually makes bloggers look like complete twits if it all backfires and no one responds...
Ask you for your input...
I have shared my few brushes with death... I've shown you mine... Now show me yours...
What was your scariest or stupidest solo play experience?....
I once tried playing with a straitjacket and latex noseholes-only hood. Halfway into putting the jacket on I was getting increasingly annoyed with the hood shifting around and making it hard to breathe. It was annoying but I decided to escape out of the jacket enough to get the hood off before continuing.
ReplyDeleteBreath control with a gasmask, I was pushing my self closer and closer to cuming as I was getting closer to passing out .... I was on the vurge of cuming when everything started to go gray, at least my fight/flight instinct kicked in and I pulled the hose off the mask before passing out, If I had been more worried about cuming, I'd quite likely be dead
ReplyDeleteAnother that I had not previosly shared....
ReplyDeleteMany years ago, I was big in to playing in my segufix fully strapped down and hooded with noseholes only. I would drink and smoke a few joints before I climbed in to the whole contraption so I could feel ever sense heightened. One night as I was attempting to secure my second wrist my stomach turned hard. I had enough time to get the mask off before the big issue hit. Had I gotten that 2nd wrist done up, I wouldn't be here...
It's not worth it.