I'm a male teenager who enjoys being tied up and otherwise restrained, preferably to be tortured, preferably by a female.


Anyhow, I recently (just tonight actually) had the house to myself, where I knew I could safely play without being suddenly interrupted. (which has happened before. Thankfully if I panic enough I can escape and clean up in the span of about 30 seconds) I closed my door, locked it and went into the walk-in closet. Earlier I had bought one of those puzzle padlocks with the dial at the front and the fake keyhole. I put this aside, along with my phone and got to work. I collected my rope from where I hid it. I had one old long length of paracord as well as two long extra shoelaces.
The long rope had already been prepared. I had it folded in half, with equal lengths on either side, and three or four knots tied between them along the way. I slipped the loop at the top over my head so it rested on my shoulders and neck. (These knots are fixed, they don't slip) Dangling the two cords beneath me I passed them beneath my legs, up my back and through the back of my rope 'collar', pulling them down tightly so it tightened the whole assembly. (the back of my neck, my shoulders, and my crotch mostly) I passed them back through my legs, around my thighs, around my back and to the front. The knots created little areas of rope which were not attached to each other.
I pushed the ropes under the rope on either side of the unattached area on the bottom, keeping the line taut, and pulling it outwards again to stretch it, making a diamond shape and tightening the whole thing. I passed them back around my back and repeated with each section, pulling the rope as hard as i can each time and keeping the line taut. When I reached the last 'diamond', I pulled them back and tied them to the part of rope that went underneath the diamond. This harness was very effective as a corset mixed with a posture brace. It was very tight against my clothes, very tight against my skin. The ropes under my legs pulled very tightly on either side of my crotch region, the ropes around my thighs restricting access to my pockets (as if i had anything in them anyway) and restricted my walking a bit, but it served a more important purpose anyway. The ropes around my chest and belly, sides and back and shoulders made breathing a bit shallower but it was still healthy. If I bent my back or legs at the hip at all, it would temporarily tighten the whole thing and hurt. I took the padlock and locked it around a point on the vertical part of the rope on my back that was bridged tightly by a horizontal rope, low on my back. I took the key and placed it up on a shelf on the far side of my room. I went back into my closet and got on my knees, which really hurt at first.
I had to kinda lean against the door to accomplish this without hurting myself, but I took one of the shoelaces and tied it securely around one ankle, passed it through the padlock, and tied it securely to the other. (granny knot, it tightens tight enough that I couldn't untie it without releasing pressure and picking at it) Now I was trapped on my knees and toes, and I had to sit up otherwise it would tighten the whole thing and make it real painful. I tied one end of the other shoelace against one wrist, passed it through the padlock, then used my other hand to turn off the closet light and close the door. I felt around with my other hand til I found the other end of the rope, passed it through the padlock, and I tied it securely around my other hand, tightening the knots until I couldn't untie them in this position. Now I was truly trapped.
I fell down onto my side , and found an empty gym bag to use as a pillow. I was in complete ecstasy, and every move I made made it even better, and the better it got the more I moved. The rope over my shoulders had begun to sting a little by now, but I didn't care. All of the tight ropes felt really good and I wished I could stay that way forever. I struggled around in my bonds a little, finding that no matter how much I tried, I could not get out of this situation. I felt the padlock and remembered with a grin where I had left the key for myself. I began to think up scenarios for myself. I was kidnapped by a feminist asian mafia who were keeping me as a hostage for their 'rights'. The harness did seem like some sort of kinbaku style thing, after all... I closed my eyes and played the scenario through my head, the girls tying my up and tossing me in the closet.
I spent about 30 minutes in the dark with just my thoughts and the ropes, struggling for my freedom. I could hardly move around. It was the best self-bondage session I've ever experienced. (I have brilliant ideas like this from time to time...) Eventually the harness was starting to bother me, around the shoulders and the sides. I decided it was probably a good idea to start working my way towards that key, and my escape. I pretended that I didn't know where the key was, and that I'd have to locate it first. Shifting around to a crawling position, I found that crawling was a very bad idea which hurt like crazy. This was going to be tougher than I had thought! I shifted around, which tightened all the rope even more and made me inevitably stay still again. I tried again every fifteen minutes until eventually I got lucky and found a way to stand up straight on my knees, my feet not slack enough to touch the ground, my hands unable to support myself up front. I waddled on my knees over to the closet door, felt around for the handle for a few minutes and opened it.
I looked around the corner for these imaginary mafia members, saw it was safe and tripped and fell face first onto the ground. The adrenaline from this combined with the sudden tightening of the rope had a rather "erogenous" effect on me, which kinda hurt considering I was face first on the ground. I rolled around on the floor a little, struggling with the rope playfully until I somehow pulled myself up again and waddled towards the dresser. I felt around for a key on the dresser shelves I could reach and didn't find a key. I walked over to the bed, felt for a key, and didn't find one. I walked over to the desk and finally saw the key sitting up on it. I had to really stretch my legs, and therefore my limits, in order to push myself up onto my office chair to reach the key. I grabbed it, and dropped it on the floor. Just one more complication...
I almost fell off the chair, but successfully landed and finally got the key! I felt for the keyhole on the padlock and inserted the key, turning it from side to side... The key didn't budge. I felt the little dial on the top and messed with it for several minutes, pushing on it in every direction. Many minutes later, I found that the dial slid upwards. I tried the key again, and it still didn't work. By now I was tired of my little "game" so I just went ahead and unlocked it by sliding up the dial and putting the key in the second keyhole hidden underneath it. I removed the padlock and the slack appeared almost immediately. I could stand up, and I could finally undo the knots around my hand, my harness, and eventually the rope that bound my ankles. I put all the ropes back in their hiding spot, the lock back in it's respective place, and decided that I should definitely do this again sometime. Then I got the amazing idea to post about it on here! I mean, I hate keeping secrets after all.
So that's about it!


Well, thanks for reading!

Yours truly, Redroach