This date, January 16, has always stood out to me. It is the date of my first self-tie, which I still remember clearly. Although I had tied myself up a few times since, I don't remember them as clearly as this first one. It happened many years ago, when I was thirteen and completely ignorant of the sexual connection to bondage, especially self-bondage. I already was getting a kick out of seeing girls tied up, although I did not fully understand it. Anyway, here's how it went.
One day I was looking at my secret stash of bondage sketches I had made when an idea came into my head. Why not tie myself up and experience what the girls in my fantasies were? I found the idea a bit strange, but it continued to grow in me as the days passed by. After a few weeks I finally decided to try tying myself up and see what it was like. I had been tied up in the usual childhood games before, but I knew my fantasies and drawings were of a different kind of "tie-up". I was not aware of the sexual nature of it then, but I knew it to be thrilling.
I acquired several pieces of rope for the tie-up. I also picked a location for it, a wooded area near home were the neighborhood kids had built a "clubhouse". I knew that the clubhouse was rarely used after school on school days, so I decided to do after school on a day when homework was light. A week or so before, I took the ropes to the clubhouse and hid them behind a couple of shrubs.
Finally that day came. I bicycled from school, which was my means of transportation there, and went to the clubhouse. I checked to make sure nobody was around. I recovered the ropes and went into the clubhouse to remove my shoes and socks. A feeling came over me which directed that I take my shirt off as well (I was wearing a pair of jeans, but I left them on). I went outside and unrolled an old blanket that was laying around to sit on for my self-tie.
I had already prepared the ropes for the event. I had three pieces of rope; two smaller pieces for my hands and ankles, and a longer piece for tying around my chest and arms. I already had the ropes for my hands and chest looped and knotted in a way that a length hung out form the knot to pull on to secure myself with it. I sat down on the blanket and put my feet together, which I then wrapped the rope for them around them and tied them off. I then took the rope for my chest and arms and placed it over me, with my arms alongside my chest. I worked the rope down until it was just about even with the bottom of my rib cage. I had the knot behind me but I was able to reach and grab the rope hanging from the knot to tighten the rope. I finally got the rope for my hands, which was already looped and knotted, slipped it around one hand, placed my hands behind my back, and worked my other hand into the rope. Once my hands were properly in the rope, I grabbed with my fingers the rope length hanging from the knot and tugged onto it to tighten the tie. I was now tied up.
I stayed tied up for over a half-hour to possibly 45 minutes. While I was tied, I found myself enjoying the experience. I also felt a way I never did before when I was tied up in those games in the past. I also thought about my fantasies. I also found that being shirtless was appropriate for this tie-up. Keep in mind I was thirteen and going through adolescence at the time, and did not fully understand what I was doing.
After the time was up, I managed to get myself untied. I did not tie myself too hard, so it took about a couple of minutes to get loose. I then went back into the clubhouse and got dressed. I hid the ropes behind the bushes and got my bike. I left the clubhouse and bicycled home. My mom was expected to come home form work soon so I had to get back home.
I found myself feeling kind of strange and even a bit guilty for the rest of the day, since although I was ignorant of bondage's sexual connection, I felt I did something "naughty". I soon started fantasizing myself tied with girls, but the majority of my fantasies at the time were still just girls tied up. I would go on and do several self-ties for the next couple or so years, but this one sticks to my memory the most, and this is the only self-tie I can remember the date.
If you're wondering how I did my self-tie outdoors in the middle of January, especially being shirtless, I was living in Florida at the time.