The ground was still wet from the recent rain. This time, I wore the Coyote remote control unit around my neck—it felt almost like a collar. I activated the remote, then walked across the road with my hands cuffed behind my back. On the way back, the shock intensity reached level 115; I gritted my teeth and forsed myself to walk all the way back to unlock the cuffs.

By this point, the upper limit for Channel B kept rising. I continued to endure the sensation as I walked further away, cuffing myself again at the furthest point. As I crouched down to unlock them upon returning, the intensity on Channel B suddenly spiked, and I nearly collapsed right there on the road from the shock.

It had been a long time since I wore jeans and canvas sneakers. Last night, I started with simple front and back handcuffing, but to up the difficulty, I added shocks from a Coyote stun device.

Afterward, while still handcuffed, I put on leg shackles. By then, the Coyote’s intensity was at 70 or 80; my balance was noticeably unsteady, yet after walking a bit, I decided to switch into 10-centimeter high heels—all while my hands and feet remained shackled. Once I’d made the switch, I shifted to having my hands cuffed behind my back. On the walk back, the shock intensity climbed toward 100, and I was eventually zapped into kneeling right there on the road.

I never expected things to go wrong so suddenly—and in such a compounding chain of mishaps.

Last night, after handcuffing myself to the pole behind my back, I tossed the remote away; the key was secured to the handcuff chain via a timed lock. I thought I had pressed the button three times—intending to set it for three minutes—but...

A few minutes later, wanting to check the time, I discovered there were still nine minutes left; I had actually set it for thirteen minutes by mistake. My mind went completely blank.

But once I calmed down, the priority was to use my legs to retrieve the remote and turn off the toy.

Then came the waiting...

However, another mishap occurred. While moving around in place, I accidentally stepped on the remote and turned it back on (at 10:05). I slumped to the ground, but as I reached out to switch it off, I accidentally kicked the remote even further away with my heel.

I struggled mightily to kick the remote back toward me, but just as I tried to grab it with my hand, I accidentally nudged it off the edge and down a step... At that point, I was truly out of options. There were still five minutes left on the countdown. Even now, my mind goes blank when I think about it; I honestly don't know how I got through that time.

Last night, while getting ready to handcuff myself, I casually tossed the key aside and put on the leg shackles. Then, I handcuffed myself behind my back to a streetlight pole. When I wanted to unlock them, I realized the key was too far away to reach. Thinking back on it now, it’s a good thing I didn't lock the leg shackles around the pole as well—otherwise, it would have been a truly mortifying situation.

A new setup: first, I put on the leg shackles to get a feel for the surroundings, then activated the timed Coyote lock. Finally, as usual, I handcuffed my hands behind my back to the road sign. With a bit of room to move, I left the Coyote lock engaged, left to struggle helplessly while hearing nothing but the sound of clashing metal.

It’s been a while. I had some new clothes that I hadn't worn yet; it’s gotten cold recently, so I no longer dare to expose my midriff, though I did make the impulsive decision to wear sheer stockings.

This time, I decided to cuff both my hands and feet behind a signpost and secure the cuffs with a timer lock. To add a bit of fun, I placed the key down by my feet and handed over control to the Coyote.

The last time I used this position, I didn't have the Coyote involved. Although my range of motion was limited, I knew I could simply wait for the timer to run out to unlock myself. With the Coyote involved this time, however, I discovered—after experiencing sudden surges of intense current—that struggling against the restraints caused excruciating pain in my limbs. I felt an immediate urge to squat down and grab the key to unlock myself. Yet, knowing the timer lock served as a safety net, I was a bit careless while trying to reach the key with my back turned. Then, a sudden surge of current hit, causing me to accidentally knock the key away—leaving me with no choice but to wait for the timer lock to release...

Era una sessione di auto-bondage all'aperto di routine, anche se indossavo un paio di jeans e scarpe da ginnastica di tela che non indossavo da molto tempo. All'inizio, mi sono semplicemente ammanettato dietro la schiena a un lampione; dopo essermi girato un paio di volte e accovacciato, ho recuperato facilmente la chiave. Poi, senza un attimo di esitazione, ho alzato le mani sopra la testa e mi sono ammanettato al palo da dietro. Questa posizione si è rivelata molto più difficile; mentre ero inginocchiato a terra, non riuscivo a raggiungere la chiave con le mani—l'unico modo per sbloccarmi era sdraiarmi a terra.

Questa è stata un'acrobazia piuttosto estrema: avevo entrambe le mani e i piedi ammanettati dietro un palo—con le mani ammanettate dietro la schiena e sollevate sopra la testa—e la chiave era fissata alla catena delle manette con un lucchetto a timer. Mi sono persino imbattuto in un passante; è stato per un pelo che non è finita in totale umiliazione sociale. Avevo appena finito di ammanettare i piedi dietro il palo quando ho sentito il suono di un monopattino elettrico. Era nel cuore della notte, e il conducente aveva le luci spente e il motore era incredibilmente silenzioso; non l'ho notato finché non era praticamente proprio davanti a me—anche se avevo una luce di riempimento accesa. Ero così spaventato che mi sono precipitato a nascondermi in macchina. È stata una fortuna che avessi ammanettato solo i piedi; se avessi ammanettato anche le mani, sarei stato assolutamente fregato—bloccato lì in mostra per essere visto da chiunque finché il timer non fosse scaduto. In quella posizione, non c'era alcuna possibilità di fuga—non potevo nemmeno muovermi, figuriamoci liberarmi. Dopo che il passante se ne fu andato, ero così preso dal brivido che non mi sono nemmeno fermato a considerare se sarebbe potuto tornare; ho semplicemente impostato il timer su tre minuti e mi sono ammanettato di nuovo completamente al palo. Ripensandoci ora, è stato incredibilmente sconsiderato.

Last night I used the leg-split device again, and this time I wore a blindfold. With the blindfold on, I could only see the outlines of surrounding objects, but I still managed to walk away with my hands cuffed behind my back, then groped my way back to unlock it.

Then I decided to cuff myself to a streetlamp with my hands cuffed behind my back while still using the leg-split device, just like last time when I was cuffed in the front. But the difficulty of cuffing myself behind my back was much greater; not only was my movement more restricted, but even when I squatted down at the end, I almost couldn't reach the key.

Here is an outdoor self-bondage setup I haven't tried in a long time.

I reach my hands over my head to the back and cuff them around a post; this forses me to remain standing. Even if I squat, my hands stay trapped high up, making it absolutely impossible to reach the key. The only way to unlock myself is to slowly sit on the ground, inch forward bit by bit, and finally lie flat.

This setup requires nothing more than a pair of handcuffs, yet it creates an intense sense of restraint and helplessness. If you're interested, feel free to check out my past posts—I've done this many times before!

This time, a complete overhaul of the handcuffs was done with a new toy.

Previously, the handcuffs were simply secured with leather handcuffs. This time, the neck handcuffs were directly attached to the support of a traffic light pole, and then locked with a timer lock. Even wearing high heels, this height was extremely difficult.

The helplessness of metal is far greater than that of leather. Once the handcuffs were tightened, there was no possibility of escape before the countdown ended. Even more despairing was that four electrode pads were attached to the inner and outer thighs, and control was randomly handed over to someone else.

At first, everything was fine. Although it reached level 20, it was relatively stable. But this bastard waited for the limit to increase, then used a one-button ignition to directly raise it to level 50. There was no transition or adaptation process. I was literally shocked to the point of wanting to jump up. But there were leg cuffs below, and my hands were tightly handcuffed above my head with no room to move. Never before had I felt as desperate as last night.

It had been a long time since I last used leg shackles. There was no preamble this time; I shackled my ankles immediately upon arrival and then prepared to cuff myself to the pole. I had originally intended to simply cuff my hands behind my back, but just as I was about to lock them, I made a last-minute decision to cuff myself by bringing my arms up and over my head to the back. I was still holding the key in my hand at that moment; after some hesitation and indecision, I ultimately decided to let go of it. Looking back now, I realize that if the key had bounced away to a spot out of reach, I would have been truly done for...