{"id":6965,"date":"2025-07-20T12:33:54","date_gmt":"2025-07-20T16:33:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mudlover.com\/theswamp\/?p=6965"},"modified":"2025-07-20T12:33:54","modified_gmt":"2025-07-20T16:33:54","slug":"new-clip-and-vlog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mudlover.com\/theswamp\/?p=6965","title":{"rendered":"New Clip and Vlog"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I went into the swamp, yesterday, and had quite an adventure. Adventure might not be the right word, since I essentially stayed in the same spot for most of the trip. It was arduous and very messy, though. I’ll let the vlog and the clip speak for themselves. It’s a 30 minute clip<\/a>; one of the longest clips I’ve published in some time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

First, here is my vlog from the trip (the clip teaser is below) …<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a nutshell, the Treacherous Self Bondage clip<\/a> is essentially a weighted bondage sink in the peat bog that involves lots of immersion and much horniness. I’ll let the teaser and the images speak for themselves. There is a longer description on the clip in my clip store.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n

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I started out with my ankles tied to the tree and the weight hanging off of a rope around my genitals. It’s pretty safe to say, in all of these scenes, that the weight was hanging on my genitals. That is sort of the appeal for me. I like the idea of being dragged under by my most tender parts and teasing myself as I struggle to stay afloat.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Of course, as I struggle, I’m just encouraging the weight to pull me deeper. The best scenario (for me) was when my ankles were tied to my harness and the weight was hanging in front. I sank a little deeper every time I tried to move. Eventually, I was completely reliant on my breathing tube because I was well below the surface.<\/p>\n\n\n

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After several total immersions and gambling on my ability to get something untied so I could actually resurface, I found that the knot between my ankles had gotten hopelessly tight and I had to struggle for several minutes, while sitting on the fallen tree, to break it loose.<\/p>\n\n\n

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For a while there, I was thinking I might become a permanent fixture in my marsh. I usually carry a knife, but it was in my pants pocket and my pants were in my kayak, which was a good distance away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n