Karen Kraft
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Can You Find Your Own Way Out??
Okay, so we are being brave here -- and talking about our private self-love games -- I think a word of caution might be appropriate:
I have these Kumfy Kuffs (what other brand would someone named Karen Kraft ever buy?....) which are about an inch and three quarters wide nylon blend webbed strapping, on which an inch and a half wide strip of Velcro has been sewn. Each "Kuff" makes a figure-8 -- a big loop (for thighs, according to the manufacturer) and smaller loop (for wrists). I usually affix the large loop not to my thighs, but to the bedposts, while dutifully following the instruction with respect to securing the smaller loop to my wrists.
THEN ONE DAY...
I was playing by myself, totally naked, and I wanted to use the Kumfy Kuffs. So, first I secured the big loops to the posts and one of the loops to my wrist. Because they are so far apart, however, I could not use the hand already secured to the post to assist the unsecured wrist (obviously), so I undid the secured wrist and "pre-looped" the wrist loop on one, so I could just wriggle my hand through it to get it down as far as my wrist.
WELL ...
This was particularly stupid, even for me, for reasons that by now you must be able to imagine: There I am, with one wrist tightly secured on one post whilst the other wrist is somewhat loosely secured over by the other post.
UH OH...
Once my masturbatory writhing about on the bed (that was supposed to be the fun part, in case you weren't following this) grew tiresome, and I wanted to go do something else, I realized that slipping one's hand all the way through a thick nylon webbing strap just large enough to make it over the hand and up to the wrist is REALLY dumb, because, when you try to pull your hand back out through the loop, it goes side-ways, and twisting and turning your hand about at the wrists only turns the non-loop portion of the figure-8 and does nothing to unsecure the wrist.
ABOUT THAT TIME...
I was very happy that I did NOT secure my ankles as well, since I simply had to lift up my legs and use my toes to undo the Velcro on the looser wrist, right? Ummm, things don't really work like that in real life. Even getting both feet in the general proximity of my secured wrists was pretty much impossible, let alone operating my toes like fingers to undo an inch and a half wide Velcro hook and loop coupling. No way, I'm afraid, no way.
YOU GUESSED IT...
I was trapped. I didn't want to yell for help, since I was alone in the apartment at the time and I was unsure about the wisdom of summoning whatever neighbor or passer-by might hear me, as doing so might not have helped my situation at all. I was living abroad at the time.
SO TIME PASSED...
About three hours later, the maid came into the house to clean, and I waited for her to come upstairs to the hallway outside my room. I yelled my most relaxed and customary good afternoon to her and asked if she would come down the hall and into my room for a minute. Before she even got to my bedroom door, I began saying that I had done a very stupid thing to myself and that it is really funny, etc. I smiled warmly and tried to calmly continue my explanation, but she screamed and said she was going to call the police right away.
GREAT!!!...
I cried out for her to release me first -- that seemed to make sense to her. Once she released me, I could hold on to her, stop her from rushing over to the phone, and explain what happened. It took twenty minutes to convince her that there wasn't anybody else involved.
Okay, so we are being brave here -- and talking about our private self-love games -- I think a word of caution might be appropriate:
I have these Kumfy Kuffs (what other brand would someone named Karen Kraft ever buy?....) which are about an inch and three quarters wide nylon blend webbed strapping, on which an inch and a half wide strip of Velcro has been sewn. Each "Kuff" makes a figure-8 -- a big loop (for thighs, according to the manufacturer) and smaller loop (for wrists). I usually affix the large loop not to my thighs, but to the bedposts, while dutifully following the instruction with respect to securing the smaller loop to my wrists.
THEN ONE DAY...
I was playing by myself, totally naked, and I wanted to use the Kumfy Kuffs. So, first I secured the big loops to the posts and one of the loops to my wrist. Because they are so far apart, however, I could not use the hand already secured to the post to assist the unsecured wrist (obviously), so I undid the secured wrist and "pre-looped" the wrist loop on one, so I could just wriggle my hand through it to get it down as far as my wrist.
WELL ...
This was particularly stupid, even for me, for reasons that by now you must be able to imagine: There I am, with one wrist tightly secured on one post whilst the other wrist is somewhat loosely secured over by the other post.
UH OH...
Once my masturbatory writhing about on the bed (that was supposed to be the fun part, in case you weren't following this) grew tiresome, and I wanted to go do something else, I realized that slipping one's hand all the way through a thick nylon webbing strap just large enough to make it over the hand and up to the wrist is REALLY dumb, because, when you try to pull your hand back out through the loop, it goes side-ways, and twisting and turning your hand about at the wrists only turns the non-loop portion of the figure-8 and does nothing to unsecure the wrist.
ABOUT THAT TIME...
I was very happy that I did NOT secure my ankles as well, since I simply had to lift up my legs and use my toes to undo the Velcro on the looser wrist, right? Ummm, things don't really work like that in real life. Even getting both feet in the general proximity of my secured wrists was pretty much impossible, let alone operating my toes like fingers to undo an inch and a half wide Velcro hook and loop coupling. No way, I'm afraid, no way.
YOU GUESSED IT...
I was trapped. I didn't want to yell for help, since I was alone in the apartment at the time and I was unsure about the wisdom of summoning whatever neighbor or passer-by might hear me, as doing so might not have helped my situation at all. I was living abroad at the time.
SO TIME PASSED...
About three hours later, the maid came into the house to clean, and I waited for her to come upstairs to the hallway outside my room. I yelled my most relaxed and customary good afternoon to her and asked if she would come down the hall and into my room for a minute. Before she even got to my bedroom door, I began saying that I had done a very stupid thing to myself and that it is really funny, etc. I smiled warmly and tried to calmly continue my explanation, but she screamed and said she was going to call the police right away.
GREAT!!!...
I cried out for her to release me first -- that seemed to make sense to her. Once she released me, I could hold on to her, stop her from rushing over to the phone, and explain what happened. It took twenty minutes to convince her that there wasn't anybody else involved.
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