alpinisto's blog

In the beginning of this year I had hoped that I could get to wrestle in every calendar month, though it seemed that this plan was doomed to failure right from the start, for I couldn't get the chance to wrestle in January. But luckily it was possible in February, when I could have some good wrestling in Düsseldorf and Berlin. Therefore I had not completely given up, though a planned visit to the UK in March was cancelled.

In my humble opinion wrestling is much more than just headscissors. For even though I often try to make use of headscissors when in a wrestling match, wrestling is much more than that, for I only use it to pin my opponent for my next move. And headscissors alone I probably would find a bit boring. But when another MeetFighter guy in February put a message in the Headscissors Interest Group about exploring headscisssors while in bondage I replied to him that he was not alone with this idea! I imagined it could be interesting to become head scissored while I was defenceless in my neoprene sleepsack.

Much to my surprise I received a message from another MeetFighter member the same day, for he declared that this was his ultimate headscissor fantasy, and for this he needed a headscissor jobber he could practise on, and this jobber should not be able to fight back. This was not my normal way of wrestling, for when I wrestle I always try to fight back with the little experience I have. So if we should meet and he didn't want me to fight back, I saw it ideal if he could put me in my neoprene sleepsack with only my head sticking out for him to play with.

We agreed that when he came on a business trip to Malmö in the end of March I should meet him in his hotel there with my sleepsack. But since he was there for business and not for pleasure we could not meet earlier than 10 pm, which is the time I normally go to bed. But I saw this as my only chance to get some wrestling done this month, even though it solely would be as a jobber, so I found my way to Malmö with my sleepsack in my backpack.

Presumably my opponent was not a Giro d'Italia cyclist, but indeed had some strong legs, which I found out during our first test runs, but still I hoped that I could last the whole night, which was what I fancied about. He then helped me in my neoprene sleepsack, which has internal arm sleeves, so once he had fitted me into it and zipped the zipper shut I could not move either arms or legs. Only my head was sticking out of the body of slick black neoprene and I hoped that this soft fabric could help me withstand the squeezes which were to come.

I had always liked to be enclosed in a sleepsack, especially the neoprene version, for I enjoyed the overall compression of my whole body. Though some times I have wondered whether a sleepsack was a friend or a foe. For while on one side a sleepsack feels like a friend which protects your body from everything outside the sleepsack, on the other side you are totally dependant on what the outside guy could think of doing to you. Sure you need to have trust in the outside guy when you are sleepsacked by him, and I felt certain that I could have trust in my opponent, as we had agreed that his session with me should be safe and sane - and hopefully also fun, like I always say. Indeed it was cosy being enclosed in the warm sleepsack, and I had a feeling that I sometimes fell asleep. But whether this simply was because of the late time, when I normally would be sleeping in my bed, or it was from my opponent squeezing so hard that he had given me a sleeper I can't say.

I have never tapped out from a simple headscissor, and also this time I was unable to tap out because my hands and arms were immobile in the sleepsack. As it had been planned my head was just a toy for him to play with, though I had expected that I could communicate with him by calling a stop if needed. But his scissor was so powerful that they closed my airways so I also was unable to call a stop. I have always liked the feeling of massive muscular masculine legs, and these were perfect suited to do a good job on me. Luckily he squeezed in pulses of maybe half a minute, and this gave me a chance to recover before his next squeeze.

Apparantly my body had other ways of communicating than tapping out or calling a stop, for after maybe an hour with constant pulses of squeezes I got sick and had to vomit! I had never vomited because of neither bondage nor wrestling, but it seemed that his legscissors was more than my body could take. All sweaty I was taken out of the warm sleepsack and left to recover for a while on his bed.

As always it had been a good feeling to spend some time in my neoprene sleepsack, but whether it this time had been a friend or foe I was not certain. Possibly a friend, for even after I had vomited it had kept me warm and cosy and not freezing from cold sweat. But I am probably not going to use my sleepsack for wrestling again some other time, but keep it for bondage.