You’ll find a new free clip from my trip on July 18 in Video Teasers. You may click here to view. Feel free to download the MP4 video, if you like it. Sometimes I have to take down the videos, because bandwidth usage gets excessive. At the minimum, I have to delete old ones to make room for new ones.
Wind and Water
I’ve been trying to go out in my kayak all week, but low tide has been in the morning, and I’ve had business to tend. I finally got out this morning, although low tide had shifted to just after 10 a.m., so it was more like a midday thing.
As these things often go, the low tide was not promising. There was a stiff wind blowing up the channel, which kept the tide from getting as low as it might have, otherwise.
I paddled over to one of my mud spots to fetch the bamboo pole you’ve seen me fall off of. I took the pole to the peat mud spot in the woods, so I could experiment with some bondage ideas.
I started out in blue latex briefs and changed into the white thong for the bondage. The mud was still a bit watery, and I was more interested in experimenting than filming, so I shot video with only one camera.
I rigged the bamboo pole over the deep mud pit, and I hung myself from it and had a great struggle. The situation got a bit desperate when I discovered that I couldn’t let myself down. Of course, I did, eventually work out a way to free myself, but it was quite a struggle. Of course, I enjoyed every minute of it.
I did try to get some shots of my muddy thong afterward. I think I prefer the look of the latex, but I know I have some thong enthusiasts here, so here’s one more thong image.
Enjoy! I may put together a short, free video from the setup shots I recorded, today. I hope everyone is well. The world seems to be going to hell in a hand basket, lately.
Categories: Bondage in mud, General mudding
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Excellent Mud Day
Some mudding days are better than others. Once in a while, the stars align so I can get on the water on-time, the weather is near perfect, and the low tide does pretty much what it’s supposed to, when I expect it to.
Saturday, July 12, was one of those days. Before you get all excited, I should add that the video I shot was essentially documentary material. I didn’t really have a plan for a video, so I just recorded about 40 minutes of the things I do when I’m faced with a grand expanse of warm, thick mud, and I have nothing else to do, but get myself completely immersed in it.
I’m actually a little surprised that I didn’t take out some rope to make it more challenging, but I was a little distracted, and I had just shot a bondage video on Thursday.
I did have my breathing tube, so I was able to get inverted and stay down for a while. It’s really strange when you’re head is 18 inches under the heavy mud. It feels like you can’t breath, because the mud is pressing on your chest and closing off your nostrils. I have to get past that feeling, and force air out my nose, in spite of it being blocked. It also takes additional effort to inhale, so I have to tell myself it’s alright; that I’m not suffocating.
I took the time to sink vertically, right up to where the mud was closing over my face. That’s really hard to do in that mud. The bottom is rather thick. The going is slow and it takes a concerted effort. Usually, I don’t take the time, but this time I had time, and I was determined.
Before I left, I took a head-first dive into the mud. It was sad to see the tide come back in, but the sun was also going down, so it was time to take leave of the mud and get cleaned up. Even the cleanup was pleasant. I got rinsed off, and I took my time getting the cameras put away. Once the boat was loaded, I paddled out to the creek where I could get into the deeper water and get a good rinse. Then I was able to change out of my latex and into my t-shirt and cut-offs for the paddle back to the car.
Categories: Deep Mud Adventures, Inversion, Total immersion
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Splashdown in New Thong
I finally got back out to the swamp, yesterday. Between inconvenient tide times and hurricanes, my swamp time has been limited. I even had a great low tide, yesterday, as we’re heading for another full moon (spring tides).
I have this new Tarzan thong that is a thong with front and back pieces that hang down, making it look like a loin cloth, sort of. I bought it a while back, for the new guy to wear, but it doesn’t look like he’ll ever find time to go mudding with me, so I decided I’d wear it, myself.
I love my new bamboo pole! I laid it a cross the deep mud, tied my hands, and set out to cross the mud on the wobbly bamboo pole. As you can probably guess, it was a disaster. I only made it 2 steps, and down I went.
It was a pretty dramatic fall. One foot stayed on the bamboo long enough that I was more horizontal when I hit the mud. There wasn’t much I could do with my wrists bound. I went most of the way under, and, of course, I drowned.
No, it wasn’t over quite that quickly. I had to struggle to get back onto the bamboo pole and fall a couple more times before I sank to my inevitable death.
One of the interesting things about this adventure is that I had 3 cameras rolling, so I got that fall, and the ensuing spills, from three different angles.
I still had some time left, after I drowned in the quickmud, so I tied my genitals to the pole and played until the tide came back in; which happened way too soon, as usual.
I’m always torn between setting up cameras and just jumping in and taking full advantage of the limited time I have to exploit the low tide. I suppose it’s a little crazy to set up 3 cameras and an audio recorder, but there are some scenes of which you just can’t capture too many angles, and the audio is critical. The irony is that none of the cameras captured my full body before the first spill, and I got almost nothing of the Tarzan thong before it was covered in mud.
Categories: Bondage in mud, Deep Mud Adventures, Tarzan, Total immersion
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If At First You Don’t Succeed …
I’m not sure why I didn’t think of it, before, but today, I cut a piece of bamboo (about 12 feet long) and took it with me to the swamp to replace the log that broke under my weight a couple of days ago.
The idea was to hang, upside down, over the deep soupy mud. I figured it would be impossible to stay on the surface, given the consistency of that mud. Well, it didn’t work perfectly; first, the tide was not as low as I would have liked, and second, I could still float on the surface of the mud.
However, a good time was had by all. I tied my ankles and genitals over the bamboo pole and went, face first, into the soup. I had my breathing tube, so I could dive down and stay down, while I struggled and tugged at my genitals. It’s not torture, by the way, it actually feels pretty good, since most of my weight is supported by the mud, and I’m just jerking myself off, in a manner of speaking.
The bamboo worked great. It was strong enough, and it’s very light, compared to a waterlogged, rotten old log. Actually, it’s very light compared to just about anything! Bamboo is awesome.
I still had that pesky tide, biting at my heels, though. The surface of the mud was watery because the water level at low tide was barely below the surface of the mud. When the tide started coming back in, it overtook the mud very quickly. I guess I could think of this trip as a practice run. Now that I’ve experienced this setup, I think I can plan for it and do better, the next time we get an exceptional low tide. I also only had one camera with me. Somehow, I managed to forget one of them and I didn’t realize it until I was on the water. I still got some pretty good documentation of the big experiment.
On a side note: I managed to stand upright on the bamboo and jump into the mud. That was pretty cool. I went straight down; toes pointed and legs straight, and I went in over my head. That’s some really deep mud.
Thanks for reading by blog, and happy sinking!
Categories: Bondage in mud, Deep Mud Adventures, Inversion, Total immersion
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The Plan Fell Through
I set out, today, with a plan. I had dragged a waterlogged log to where I could use it to span a pool of deep, soupy mud for a bondage adventure.
I used the log to assist me in crossing some mud on my way to the spot I had selected (top left photo). The photo on the right shows the log in it’s final spot, as I began to set up my bondage.
It didn’t take long before the log broke and dumped me into the mud. Lucky for me, there were no sharks or alligators waiting for me to fall. Since I was already in the mud, I took a minute or two to sink up to my chin.
I had arrived about an hour late, so there was no time to rescue my plan; I had to improvise. I did manage some bondage, using a part of the broken log over a smaller mud pit.
After horsing around in bondage for a few minutes, I was horny and so I did a lot of X-rated self stimulation on camera. I’m going to put the rest of the images in the gallery, since I’ve overloaded this blog entry.
Oh, I also did some bondage in the clay pit on Thursday. Someday, there will be a clip from that debacle. The good news is that it ended in an orgasm. Any debacle that ends in orgasm is probably good.
Categories: Bondage in mud, Deep Mud Adventures
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Back in After a Short Break
I had to take a few days off from mudding. My list of unfinished chores was getting pretty long. The turtle pond was in dire need of some attention, my grass needed mowing, I needed to repair some equipment, the house needed cleaning, and I had video to edit. The sh*t hit the fan on Monday, so this morning was my first chance to break out and get some fresh air.
I decided to wear a new pair of briefs that lace in the front like football pants. From the back, they look a lot like my favorite trunks, but they have a little something extra in front. The tide wasn’t very low, so I went to the place where I’ve been spending a lot of time, because it has a lot of exposed mud, even at moderate tide levels.
I didn’t really have a plan for what I wanted to shoot. I more or less just had a good time and tried to get some interesting action on camera. Thanks to the GoPro, I was able to get some closeups.
It might be a few days before I can go out, again. I have an idea for a bondage in mud video, but I need a really low tide, so I’m not sure when I’ll get to do it.
Thanks for all the recent comments. I love to hear from you guys.
Categories: Deep Mud Adventures, Inversion, Mudding Attire, Total immersion
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Return to the Newport River
The clock was ticking, and there was still a lot to do before I could leave the house. Low tide was at 3:30, and it was already 3:00. I wanted to go back to the Newport River to play in some of that awesome river mud. I also had to stop at the bike shop, which would be on the way to the river. I knew if I made the drive to the river, and stopped at the bike shop, I’d arrive well after the optimum time, and I’d be in a race against the rising tide.
I decided to go for it; I just wanted a change of scenery. When I arrived at the river the tide was extremely low. It was so low, it was difficult paddling down the shallow channel from the boat ramp to the river. Once I got on the river, I was torn between exploring new areas, or just making a beeline for one of the spots I had already explored. I decided to go a little further up the river. What I found was this fallen tree (pictured top-left) over an expanse of mud that would make the perfect spot for some great bondage scenes, if it weren’t right on the river. Of course, I had to check it out, and I even did some bondage, since I seemed to have the river all to myself.
The mud under the tree wasn’t completely free of obstructions, as you might expect, but it was pretty good, and it evoked some of my more extreme fantasies. I hung around there for a while, until I saw that the tide was coming in fast, and I’d have precious little time to check out any other spots.
I untied myself from the tree, waded out into the water with my boat to get rinsed off, and climbed into my boat to take a quick spin and see what else I could find. I paddled further up river, towards U.S. Highway 70. It appeared to me that the large expanses of mud along the river were disappearing, as I went further up river, so I turned around and paddled back down river.
I stopped at a spot that was directly across from the tree where I had been tied up. I ran my boat onto a mud flat and jumped out. the Mud was soft on top, thicker below, and very deep. Of course, that made me very happy. I was still horny from my bondage play under the tree. I really wanted to get tied up and struggle in the smooth mud, but the tide was coming in fast, so I’d just have time to play around a little before the spot I had chosen would be covered by water.
I sank up to my armpits a couple of times, but mostly I fondled myself and moaned about how horny I was, knowing how unlikely it was that I would get off. My cock was hard and the swimsuit I was wearing was slick with mud. It felt amazing, rubbing my penis through the slippery suit. With enough time, I could probably have stroked myself to orgasm. Alas, there was no time. The tide water came up to meet me, so I put the camera away and got cleaned up for the trip home.
Don’t forget to check my gallery from time to time. I add images there when I have extras.
Categories: Bondage in mud, Exploring, General mudding
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Heavy Mud
I have been out sinking twice in the past couple of days. I’ve also been shooting video. I’ve just been too busy to edit anything, or blog about my experiences.
On Friday, the excitement was mostly under the mud, so I’m not sure how much video I’ll be able to use from that trip. I can tell you that it was a really erotic sink for me. It was so erotic that I had no strength left for the paddle home.
I wanted to do more bondage on Saturday, but I also wanted something that would make for better on-screen action. I think I was successful.
I’d write more, but low tide is in 30 minutes. I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but I don’t want to squander precious time in front of the computer. I can catch up with my blog, later.
Categories: Bondage in mud, Deep Mud Adventures
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