well that wasn't the smartest thing i ever did. i should have known better. i did know better. i let my desire for play override my caution, and i'm lucky there were no serious consequences.

i met a guy at a party who told me he was into rubber-band bondage and cbt, and i let him do it to me.

the session started with me being ordered to strip naked - always fun when everyone else is fully clothed! the bondage consisted of a chain of rubber bands tied around my wrists and ankles, over my shoulders and under my crotch. this was quite enjoyable, although i would have enjoyed it just as much, perhaps more, with some nice rope. the tightly-stretched chain of rubber bands did afford my play-partner lots of opportunities for twanging them against my skin, though, which he seemed to relish, and which left some impressive and long-lasting marks on my skin.

the cbt consisted of wrapping rubber bands tightly around my scrotum and penis.

in fairness to myself, i did ask the question: "you can get those off quickly if you need to, can't you?" my mistake lay in accepting his assurance that he could. he could not. it took far too long to remove the tightly-wrapped bands, and all the while i was in significant pain, and not the good kind.

eventually, all the bands were removed - or so i thought. i dressed and continued to party. i suggested to my play partner that if he was going to continue with this kind of play, having safety sheers at hand might be a good idea. thinking about it now, i'm not sure how easy it would be to remove tightly-wrapped rubber bands even with safety shears, but to anyone who might be thinking of trying this, i'd say have some means of getting the rubber bands off quickly or don't do it.

time passed. my play-partner left the party. i was still feeling quite sore, but put it down to the after effects of the play. i thought i'd got twanged a bit down there or perhaps scratched a bit during the removal of the bands. it was only when i went to urinate that i discovered two rubber bands still tightly wrapped around my penis, just behind the glans!

stop laughing! it's not funny! ok maybe it is now, but it wasn't at the time. i was not laughing while i spent a painful, embarrassing, and scary couple of minutes struggling to remove the two tightly-wrapped bands, while i worried about the potential effects of long-term restriction of blood to the glans, and wondered how i would explain this if i ended up in a & e.