For those of you who prefer moving pictures, here is the edited GoPro video from yesterday’s misadventure in the swamp. This is just the pre-sink stuff, unless you classify the test-sink as a sink, then I don’t know what you’d call this. Anyway, I apologize for the low quality. Moving grass doesn’t encode well because it has so much detail and there is an upper limit to how large I can make these free video files.
Some Good, Some Bad
I woke up Saturday morning with a headache that is still with me, as I finish this blog entry on Monday morning. I needed a distraction on Sunday, so I took my kayak to the White Oak River somewhere around low tide.
It was windy on the river, so the brisk paddling helped take my mind off my headache. I paddled to one of my favorite spots that I seldom visit anymore, because it is a longer drive and I have to pay to park my car at the launch.
After today, I think I’m going to have to return. The consistency of the mud was amazing. Some of my mud-holes are very deep and easy to sink into, but you float back up because the mud isn’t thick enough to hold you down. Then there is the really thick mud that takes 10 minutes of struggling to get in up to my ears and it’s nearly impossible to go completely under. The mud I visited today was pretty easy to sink into, totally bottomless, and thick enough that when I went under, I had to claw my way back to the surface.
When I arrived at the spot where I take my boat out of the river, I stripped down to my PVC briefs, grabbed my GoPro and my trusty machete and went to locate my old sinking hole, which I assumed would be grown over with swamp grass by now.
A lot had changed since my last visit (The Demise of Tarzan, I believe). It took me a little while to find my favorite spot, hidden in the grass. I probably should have kept my shoes on for my exploratory trip. Pants might have been helpful, also. By the time I found what I was seeking, my toes were bleeding and my legs looked like I had been caught in a tornado with a box of paper. i.e. I had 1000 paper cuts from the appropriately named saw grass.
After I found my spot, I sank quickly up to my shoulders, drug myself out, and went back to clean up and swap the GoPro for a better camera and tripod. I must say, even with a painful headache, it was worth every cut to enjoy that mud. I wriggled my body into the cool, inviting mud, went completely under several times, and otherwise just enjoyed the feeling of the mud as much as I could, under the circumstances.
The one thing I could not do is get an erection. It all felt very good and rubbing my crotch brought me pleasure, but whatever was causing the pain in my head wasn’t going to let me get erect and cum. Oh well. At least I got a few hours of distraction from my pain. I’m hoping that today is the end of this damn headache, so I can get on with my life. I think you will enjoy the video when I get around to releasing it. From what I’ve seen of it, it is a great quickmud video with a little erotic action thrown in.
Followup Trip
On June 16 when I barely escaped the mud with the weight tied to my ankles I did some messing around off camera right before I packed up to leave. I left the weight and bamboo pole behind so I could return to shoot an erotic bondage video with the weight.
Yesterday (June 18), I took advantage of a late day low tide to shoot my followup video. It went pretty well, although the video ran longer than I expected. How do you feel about a 55 minute clip? It will probably be about a 2GB file and it will cost around $40. I can either edit out some bits or I can break the clip into chapters and sell each chapter as it’s own clip.
I shot several different setups and one of them lasted about 30 minutes. The first one (the long one) is the one pictured at the top. I had my wrists tied behind me with a rope that went from my wrists through the ring on the heavy weight and to my genitals. I had my ankles tied to the bamboo pole so I couldn’t pull my ankles underneath me. In a nutshell, the weight slowly pulled me down until I could no longer breath, at which point I had to work my wrists free so I could come up for air. I should add that I was gagged, and my balls were actually tied around the ball-splitter strap in my thong. With my balls tied like they were, there was no way for the rope around the base of my cock to slip off. It was a slow, torturous sink (in a good way).
In the next setup, I had my wrists tied to the weight and my genitals tied to the bamboo. From a visual perspective, that means my genitals were held above the mud where they were visible. The weight pulling directly on my wrists did two things. First, it left me less play in the rope. In the first scene, if I wanted to pull my wrists up a bit, it would just pull my genitals a bit deeper. In this setup, I had a direct link to the heavy weight, so no slack to pull back. Second, the cinch between my wrists was tighter which ended up making it a lot more difficult for me to get my wrists free. So, if you can imagine, I sank until I could no longer get air, then set about to free my wrists from the weight and discovered that they were not going to come willingly.
The third setup was mostly in the interest of masturbating. I was hoping to cum above the mud but it was a little late after 50 minutes of intense struggling and jerking on my genitals, they weren’t going to give it up while I was not in imminent danger of drowning.
And that’s how you end up with a 55 minute clip of heavy, erotic mud action. By the time I was cleaning up in the creek and taking a refreshing swim, the sun was setting in the West, because that’s where the sun sets where I live.
Categories: Bondage in mud, Total immersion
Tags: erotic struggling, gagged, masturbation, self bondage, weighted sink
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A Dangerous Experiment
I’ve wanted to try this for years, but I couldn’t come up with a safe way to do it. Yesterday’s experiment underscored the danger. It didn’t end in catastrophe, but it easily could have.
What I did different was to tie my ankles together and to a heavy lead weight (about 16kg). The reason this is such a dangerous proposition is that you can’t pump your legs without pulling yourself deeper. Also, in order to get untied, you need to be able to reach your ankles. It’s likely, that if you do manage to reach your ankles, and you have to come up for air, you will have gone deeper and won’t be able to reach the surface again.
So, having my ankles tied to the weight is a scary proposition, but for me, that makes it an erotic proposition. Ever since the first time I considered it, I’ve been mulling it over and pondering how it could be done in a way that would be exciting (i.e. dangerous), but not suicidal. Yesterday, I decided to try it in very thick mud, knowing I wouldn’t suddenly be pulled under.
In the interest of making a video, I started out with my wrists tied behind my back and a ball-gag in my mouth. I knew I’d be able to get my wrists free when I wanted to, and remove the gag. However, the ankle tie was another matter. I added a second rope tied directly to the weight that I would be able to use to pull the weight up, independent of my ankles. I also stowed a bamboo pole in the grass that I could use to lift myself out. Finally, I had my breathing tube nearby, in the event that I had to submerge to reach something.
I sank up to my ears before I decided it was time to end the scene and make an earnest attempt at freeing myself from the muddy trap. As soon as I started pulling at the weight, I realized I was in for a protracted battle. I had been pushing the weight deeper and deeper into very thick mud and I would have to break the suction, in addition to lifting a 16kg weight and withdrawing my ankles at the same time. To be clear, if I was that deep in that mud without the weight, pulling my body out would require lots of wriggling and strenuous tugging.
I used the bamboo pole in multiple ways. I pulled on it in an attempt to drag my body up from the depths, with the weight in tow. I wrapped the rope around it and used it like a winch to pull the weight up, centimeter by centimeter. I also used the breathing tube to reach further down, but I couldn’t reach anywhere near my ankles, much less reach far enough down to untie a knot that would be below my ankles.
The struggle, and the real possibility that I might be stuck there was turning me on, but I didn’t stop to indulge myself until I knew I had gotten the weight out of the thickest mud and would be able to untie my ankles. That effort took easily 20 minutes and it was exhausting. For the most part, I just kept pulling on the rope, tugging with my ankles, and working my body over the bamboo to get the full force of my core strength in play.
Once I was nearly free, I had to address my sexual arousal. While my ankles were still tied to the weight, I tied my genitals to the bamboo pole and went into the mud, face-first. I struggled for a while with my face in the mud, then I untied my ankles, dragged the weight all the way to the surface, tied my genitals to the weight, and went back into the hole, this time with my ankles at the surface and the weight pulling me down butt-first. With the weight closer to the surface, I could easily drag myself back out, so there was no danger, but being tugged down by my balls was just what I needed to relieve some of my sexual energy. I wish I had had more time.
I recorded most of this on video, but I stopped the camera after I untied my ankles because I thought I was done. I left the weight there, so I could return on a future date and repeat that last bit. I had to get out of there, because the tide was coming in fast and it was about to overtake me and all of my gear. I’m going to break the video into two parts. There will be the fantasy story part, then the unedited real escape effort for anyone who wants to watch it. This video will probably be a one-of-a-kind, because I don’t think I can ever do this again. It turned out to be as dangerous as I anticipated. Had anything gone wrong, I’d still be out there.
Categories: Bondage in mud, Deep Mud Adventures, Production issues, Total immersion
Tags: narrow escape, real danger, thick mud
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New Thong
The wind has changed direction, which means I have a great shot at a low tide this afternoon. I also just received a new thong that just barely covers much of anything (pictured). I also have a new stereo microphone for the camera I’ve been using lately to shoot swamp videos (too boring to picture).
Unless something happens, I’m heading into the swamp this afternoon. Hopefully, I’ll return with some great video and maybe some exciting stories.
Categories: General mudding
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Making a Mess
I can’t do anything in the clay pit without creating a colossal mess that takes as much time to clean up as it did to make. The good news is that I survived another attempt at shooting the ultimate clay pit adventure. The bad news is that I’m probably going to have to try again. Although it was fun, and most everything went as planned, the end result did not meed my expectations.
I suppose it’s not the worst thing to have to repeat, but it really is a pain in the tail pipe to get the clay off of everything after a shoot like this.
I’ll probably edit this video into something interesting and try something a little different next time. The alternative is to toss this video and repeat the same scene but try to get everything perfect. I feel silly producing 2 versions of the same scene, back to back.
I still have video to edit from my last trip into the swamp. With any luck, I’ll get some of that done before the end of this long weekend. It is super hot outside, so it is great weather for wallowing in a clay pit, and also for being inside, editing video. I’ll try to check in tomorrow and let you know how it’s going.
Categories: Bondage in mud, Clay Pit, Production issues, The Back Yard
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Sometimes You Get Lucky
It looked like we were going to have a low tide this morning, so I hustled to get ready and go out in my kayak to see what might come of it. I didn’t take a lot of gear or have much of a plan. The light was harsh, but I shot video of pretty much everything I did, to see what I might get out of it.
I dove in head first a couple of times, spent a good deal of time up to my neck or deeper in the thinner mud, then found a spot where the mud was very thick and bottomless to get seriously stuck.
Since I selected 8 frames from the video I recorded, I’ll just leave you with this little gallery. I’ll let your imagination run wild, as to what I was doing out there.
p.s. The new video I made (with some help) in the mud pit is now available in my clip store.
Categories: Deep Mud Adventures, Inversion, Total immersion
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Shooting in the Mud Pit
I did get a chance to try out the slime pit this past Monday (5/20), while wearing red Speedos. I was rolled into the pit with my wrists and ankles bound. I really wasn’t sure how deep I was going to sink into the sloopy goop, because it is not heavy like mud.
As it turned out, I did not just go under; even though that would have been fun. I did sink in pretty deep, though. The slippery mess was thick enough that it was difficult for me to roll over. I had some help to push my face into the sloppy goo, and operate one of the cameras. The video is nearly ready for release. I expect it to show up in my clip store sometime tomorrow. (Friday, May 24).
p.s. I am going to go in search of some swamp mud this weekend, I think. We haven’t had much rain. If the tides cooperate, I should find somewhere to sink, and I’ll try to get some video while I’m out.