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The messy adventures of John Marsh |
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Well, I finished enough of my fence that I could, once again, enjoy a private session in my clay pit. I’d show you a picture of my beautiful fence, but that would be silly.
Needless to say, it’s been a while since the clay pit has been opened up, much less stirred. I didn’t get out there until about an hour before sunset, so I didn’t have a lot of time. I gave the pit a quick stirring and promptly got stuck in the thick clay.
After working my legs free, I kicked back in the clay to remind myself why I have a clay pit, in spite of how much I dread cleaning up after a session in it.
It took some effort, but I managed to get my upper body completely covered in clay. I had to push the clay up onto my chest, as you can’t just sink very far into the heavy clay; especially not while in a prone position.
I should mention that all of the images you see in this blog entry are frames from the video. The video file is uploading to my clip store right now. It will be available soon.
I wish I could say I had the best orgasm of 2019 as I was lying there in the clay and fondling myself, but I think I was suffering from performance anxiety. I knew it was getting dark and I needed to wrap up in time to get cleaned up and collect all my gear before it got too dark. I also had clothes on the clothesline that I needed to fetch. So, there was no orgasm; just a lot of stroking and moaning. It definitely wasn’t for lack of effort!
Overall, I think it was a decent scene, and the late day light is great for video. I used 3 cameras to get a few different angles and all of them were pretty good. I know it made me horny, editing and reviewing the clip. I’ll make a separate post when the clip is available for purchase.
Warm, muddy regards! I hope everyone is doing as well as can be expected. If you have an account, leave a comment. If you don’t have an account, send me e-mail (my e-mail address is doug @ this domain) or Tweet @mudbondage. If you want an account on this blog all I need is your e-mail address to set one up for you.
