My name is Emma. I am a 21 year old girl. I have been doing self bondage since i could process what it was. My mom says i was basically born with rope around my wrists.
Ok, ok. In all seriousness, i wasn't born with rope around my wrists, no, i was more into rope. I would always find a way since age two to tie myself up.
Now, when i was 13, i was caught by my grandma. She was pissed.
So it was bedtime, around 2 in the morning. I had school the next day. I was bored. Really bored. I couldnt sleep, so i grabbed a robe string thingy and wrapped it around my feet. Normally i would sleep like that with no one noticing a thing. Well, grandma came and checked on me and my sisters and aunt. She saw that i was up and told me to get up, cause she was going to tell mom. Well, i hesitated and she left out for a minute. I started to undo the rope around my ankles. She came back in and asked me what was under the covers. First i said nothing. She didn't believe me, so i held up the thing. She took it and marched me to my moms room. We stood there for a minute. I felt myself get dizzy. My eyesight went all grey and white staticky. My forehead was clammy, skin pale, everything. and just as my mom opened the door, bam, i blacked out. I didn't notice until i opened my eyes. I stood up and grandma made me go get a sammich. I had been sick the day before. So i was starving. I hadn't had anything to eat. Which is bad when you're hypoglycemic like me. Well as i was eating the sammich. My grandma was telling me how dangerous it was to be tying myself up. Of course i acted like i cared, but i really didn't. I was then banned from any type of string until theg forgot about it. Grandma cleaned the room allot (gramma clean) and she would always find my stash. So i started hiding it inside my backpack. She never went through my bags.
3 years later, I'd developed depression. I was self harming cause of it. I had been molested for years before, on top of being my older sisters shadow. I hated my own skin. So i took my anger out on myself the best way i could think of.
I still have depression. Wanna know more about that, just hmu.
Anyway, i was eighteen now. I was at a slumber party at my friend Luna's house. She kept pestering me and pestering me about the secret i was hiding for her, so i told her and her friend ana that i like bondage. They laughed. Luna said "i know."
Now, i was expecting her to act on what i said. But she didn't. This was just after we'd broken up, now.. yeah. Luna and i dated for a bit.
In may i met a guy i thought i liked. He worked three jobs and went to school. I liked him allot. We kissed once. Just once. Anyway, i told him about my bondage, but he didn't like it.
Eventually kev and i broke up. I fell in love this guy named jamie. Well, he knows i like bondage. He's even saw me practice self bondage. Now, he is not into it as much as me, but when I'm tied, it works for both of us.
So thats it. I'll tell you guys a self bondage adventure tomorrow or something. Might post a recent experience.