Once we see that "false self" just as a simple tool to solve things and go through life, with everything it has to offer, there's no room for bondage anymore. Until then we are just its slaves, serving its pleasure and pain. It's not indestructible though and it's not meant to be this way. I see it more as a handglove than my own skin.
Ooohhh...our flesh as a hand glove. I love that analogy.