Socks, Belts, and an Empty House!

Postby snobound » Fri Sep 10, 2010 1:42 pm

Five days to go. Five long, excruciating days until I had the house to myself- an opportunity that simply couldn't be passed up. Growing up with two siblings, a stay at home mom, self-employed dad, and two grandparents doesn't exactly lend itself to the kind of privacy conducive to my ever-increasing obsession with getting tied up.

Finally, the bondage gods had taken pity on me, allowing for a perfect storm of scheduling conflicts that drew everyone away from the house for one glorious summer Saturday. My parents would be off at a graduation party in Rhode Island, and my grandparents were making their annual pilgrimage to Cape Cod. In such an unusual situation, responsibility for curtailing my fun would have normally fallen upon my older brother and sister- fifteen and seventeen respectively. Miraculously, however, my sister had been taken along by a friend on a trip to Myrtle Beach, while my brother would be sweating his ass off at football camp. I was golden!

I only needed to convince my parents that I wouldn't burn the place to the ground on the one day- Saturday- when everyone's commitments would overlap. It took three days of carefully crafted "off the cuff" comments to determine that my parents were actually considering leaving me home alone. I was discrete enough to avoid appearing too excited about the prospect, and nearly popped a blood vessel feigning disappointment about the fact that my folks were left with no other option.

I lay awake for most of that Friday night planning the day's activities. What ties would I try? A chair tie? Spread-eagled on the bed? A nice, tight hogtie? That new position I had devised while daydreaming in school last month...? Hell, I had the whole day, I thought with a grin. I might as well do it all! That sock I kept under my bed got some use that night as my mind obsessively fixated on bondage.

I was beyond anxious, and a nervous wreck the next morning, pacing the house as my dad loaded the car for their overnight trip to Newport. Something was bound to ruin this for me. My brother would blow up at his coaches and get kicked out of football camp, or my grandfather's heart would start acting up, bringing them back to Vermont. In spite of my pessimistic fatalism, I was almost giddy as the garage door closed and my parents' car disappeared around the bend. I waited no more than twenty minutes- a LONG twenty minutes. This was more than enough time for my mother to conclude, as she often did, that something had been forgotten.

Absolutely bursting with anticipation and excitement, I practically skipped up the stairs to my bedroom. I removed the handcuff keys from the small metal box on my desk, and was soon lying on my back under the bed where my cuffs were locked to the bed frame- the perfect hiding spot! I locked both ends to the same wrist- just for fun- instead of putting them in my pocket. I was already aroused at the prospect of tying myself up. A few months shy of fourteen, I hadn't yet figured out that I wasn't the only deviant kid into being restrained.

I moved on to my dresser, wrenching open the stubborn sock drawer. I was a fairly respectable athlete, playing both soccer and baseball for my middle school. Snowboarding was also a passion of mine at the time. Needless to say, I had A LOT of very long, thick socks. I had often tied my hands and feet with them after going to bed- no one ever checked on me. After scooping up a heap of socks I headed for my parents' room.

I tossed the armload of socks onto their bed and opened up my dad's closet. I chose four of his thickest leather belts from the dozens hanging from an organizer on the back of the closet door. As with the handcuffs, I used my body to carry the belts, wrapping and then buckling each around my slender, toned waist.

I gathered up the mound of socks after double-checking the locks on the front and back doors, then headed for the basement. Yes, the entire house was at my disposal, but the damp, musty, unfinished basement contained a number of heavy steel poles that supported the main beam beneath the first floor rafters. I chose the only pole not surrounded with clutter and dropped the socks at its base.

After removing the keys from the pocket of my gym shorts, I unlocked the cuffs from my left wrist. I immediately relocked one end of the handcuffs around the top of the pole, where it narrowed at its mounting plate near the carrying beam. The ceiling was quite low, and at only 5' 5" or so, I was still able to touch the carrying beam with my arms outstretched.

I cut a short length of wire from a spool at the far end of the basement, attached a handcuff key to one end, and then secured the opposite end to the top of the pole, just above the dangling cuffs.

Turning my attention to the socks at my feet, I chose an exceptionally long and thick one used for snowboarding- the kind that come almost up to the knee. I looped the sock around the pole and tied only the last few inches of each end together, creating a loop that loosely surrounded the pole. I removed my long sleeve T-shirt, pinning the loop to the pole with my knee. I slid the loop above my head and backed up against the pole. Raising both arms above my head, I worked one at a time through the sock loop- it was nice and snug, and pulled my arms together at the elbows. I was beyond excited, and needed to work fast and keep my hands busy.

Satisfied with it's length, I backed my arms out of the loop and doubled the original knot, cinching it tightly. I slid this first loop to the top of the pole, allowing it to hang from the open end of the handcuffs. I kicked off my shorts, leaving the tighty whities, and sat on the concrete floor. After choosing a red baseball sock, I wrapped it around my bare ankles twice before knotting it tightly with a grunt. I tied a blue baseball sock around each of my upper thighs, and knotted them off.

Still sitting, I tied additional blue socks around both lower thighs, just above my knees. Below the knees, I wrapped another single sock around both legs, and then added two more in the same manner, just for good measure. It took a tremendous amount of self-control not to pleasure myself right then and there.

Grasping the pole, I clumsily hopped into a standing position. An old plastic deck chair sat nearby, and I reached over and dragged it beside the pole. With one hand, I gathered up the remaining socks and placed them on the chair so that they remained within reach while standing. I removed the four leather belts still strapped to my waist and placed them on the chair along with the socks, careful to position everything so that nothing would fall to the floor.

It was time. It was going to be intense! With a red soccer sock in hand, I backed against the pole, standing beneath the handcuffs. Bending over and reaching down, I looped the sock around the rear of the pole, and then captured both the front and back of the loop binding my ankles together. I passed one end of the sock over the other and wrenched down hard, cinching my ankles together while tightly binding them to the pole at the same time. I doubled the knot without thinking. It was tight- too tight... almost.

The thick band of sock binding my lower legs came next, and I tied this loop to the pole, cinching it between my legs, exactly as I had with my ankles. I reached for yet another long, blue sock. I captured the tight loops above both knees with one end of the sock before encircling the pole. With great effort, I managed to join the two ends after straining a few muscles in my side bearing down on the second knot. Sweat began to break out over my body as I strained and panted in the humid and still basement air.

Feeling around with my arms behind my back, a blue sock dangling from one hand, I managed to capture the two bands around my upper thighs, just as I had below. However, unlike with my lower thighs, I cinched this sock tightly before tying it around the pole. I pulled on the ends of the sock as hard as I could with my hands behind my back, and was finally able to knot the two ends to my satisfaction. I would have been content to have simply had my hands bound behind my back at this point, though, with no one to around to do this, I figured it was best to continue with the original plan... those hours spent daydreaming in Spanish class had certainly been worthwhile!

Now for the belts! If they'd made socks long enough, I'd probably have used them to bind my torso to the pole, but.... alas. The belts would have to do. The first wide, tan leather belt captured the pole near the small of my back, and was buckled snugly across my abs. I did the same with the second belt, just above the first! I delayed the application of the final two belts, turning my attention back to the remaining socks.

I rolled one of my thick, black snowboarding socks into a tight coil. Without hesitation, I shoved the balled sock into my mouth. I chose a white tube sock to wrap around my head and mouth, which I then knotted at the back of my head. A second tube sock- yes, another- was placed over the first, though I knotted this one right over top of the bulging, coiled sock. A tight cinching of this knot completed the highly effective gag, pushing the cotton socks deep into my mouth.

It was important that I get my hands and arms bound, and quickly. It would have been a shame to succumb to my overwhelming urges before applying the final touches. I wrapped a black belt around both my chest and the pole, ensuring that the strap secured my back snugly against the pole before buckling. With the final belt, I encircled my neck and the pole twice before applying the buckle.

The next step was key. The tips of my fingers were now just barely able to reach the remaining socks sitting on the chair, though I managed to extract one last red soccer sock from the top of the pile. Holding it in front of my face, I crafted a loop similar to that first one, now hanging above my head. However, I twisted this loop into a figure eight, halving its length while doubling its thickness. I gave it a try. After a bit of a struggle, I was able to wiggle both hands into the loop- the length was perfect!

I left the loop around my wrists- there was no need for adjustment. What was I waiting for? Reaching up, I seized that first loop, hanging from the cuffs. The first of what... eighteen socks? With my arms stretched above my head, I wiggled my sock-bound wrists through the tight loop. I was able to inch the loop down toward my elbows by rubbing my forearms together slightly. My elbows were now bound tightly together, as well as to the pole.

Stretching my arms further still, I was able to seize the open, unlocked end of the dangling handcuffs. After five minutes of panting through my nose, dripping sweat, I was finally able to manipulate the open cuff around both sides of the doubled loop between my wrists. With my pinky finger, of all things, I managed to hook the shackle of the single cuff, achieving that satisfying ratcheting click synonymous with the device. I closed the cuff as far as I could manage, effectively cinching any remaining slack from the socks binding my wrists.

And that was that. I had predicted that I could slump down a little, suspending my weight from my wrists, but the socks and belts around my torso and legs allowed almost no movement whatsoever. With the belt strapped around my neck and the pole, I wasn't even able to get a good look at my helplessly bound body. With just a pile of socks and some old belts, I had managed to completely immobilize myself. My only regret was that I hadn't remembered to add a sock blindfold!

For at least fifteen sweaty minutes, I made an honest and concerted effort to break free from my self-imposed predicament. Yes, I could have grabbed for the key dangling above my fingertips, but I simply had no desire to do so. I pulled, wiggled, writhed, thrashed, and just plain struggled, but the knots only tightened- something I would later regret. I screamed into the flawlessly effective gag over and over, though I knew no one was around to hear my severely muffled cries.

This was exactly what I had been waiting for. THIS was wonderful! I fought the belts and socks for a solid two hours before reaching a state of utter exhaustion. My ankles and wrists were also beginning to go numb. It took the better part of an additional hour to release myself. Guiding a tiny handcuff key into position with numb fingers is no easy task, and panic had begun to rear its ugly head before the cuff finally swung open. Untying knots behind your back can be frustrating, and my intense thrashing and tugging had tightened them far more than I had anticipated. I nearly lost a couple fingernails working some of those knots loose!

Three hours later, with my circulation restored, I was back in the basement for an encore performance. Hey, how often did I have the luxury of an empty house?
Last edited by snobound on Sat Sep 11, 2010 7:36 am, edited 2 times in total.
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Re: Socks, Belts, and an Empty House!

Postby Chase Ricks » Fri Sep 10, 2010 1:55 pm

Good one snobound. I look forward to the next part.
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Re: Socks, Belts, and an Empty House!

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 10, 2010 2:12 pm

Excellent story, Snobound. I sometimes have done self tie-ups almost as elaborate when I was in my late 20's through my 30's. Usually with cuff and ropes though rather than belts and such. About the only thing I used that you didn't mention are those wrist/ankle guards that you see athletes wear sometimes for protection. I often had the house to myself so had more opportunities for self ties - though of course I'd have preferred compatible company. :D
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Re: Socks, Belts, and an Empty House!

Postby snobound » Fri Sep 10, 2010 6:12 pm

Jason Toddman wrote:Excellent story, Snobound. I sometimes have done self tie-ups almost as elaborate when I was in my late 20's through my 30's. Usually with cuff and ropes though rather than belts and such. About the only thing I used that you didn't mention are those wrist/ankle guards that you see athletes wear sometimes for protection. I often had the house to myself so had more opportunities for self ties - though of course I'd have preferred compatible company. :D



Sometimes months would pass between opportunities like the one in the story. Because of this I had way too much time to dream up complex scenarios/positions. I wound up with a "gotta make it count" mind set, trying to top myself each time. Good thing I got out of there when I did!
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Re: Socks, Belts, and an Empty House!

Postby Scottstud94 » Fri Sep 10, 2010 7:43 pm

Great story!

Re: Socks, Belts, and an Empty House!

Postby fratboydanny » Sat Sep 11, 2010 9:30 pm

this is a truly amazing experience...i hope u will write about round 2

Re: Socks, Belts, and an Empty House!

Postby Daniel_se » Sun Sep 12, 2010 3:59 pm

Loves that story but I think you are right, a thick sock blindfolded would have been great or a winter scarf:)