My parents had decided to go on a long weekend trip from Friday afternoon to late Sunday evening, so the obligatory house party was going to be thrown on Saturday night, leaving Friday night for some self bondage. I decided that I was bored of the "tie legs, gag myself then loosely tie hands, wriggle about then get out" self bondage and decided to go all out and make the self tie as tight as possible. After having some food at around 7 I changed into a football kit, my preferred attire for this sort of thing, and gathered my things: a massive pile of cotton rope, a large roll of duct tape and a roll of cling film (saran wrap). I decided that I was going to tie myself to a chair like the one below, apart from mine had cushions on it too.

I first wrapped rope around the right hand vertical slat on the back of the chair just above the 2nd from bottom horizontal slat before tieing a small slip knot just large enough to fit my hand through in the trailing end of rope so the knot dangled a small amount behind the chair. I repeated this for the left hand side slat, thus preparing my wrist holds.
I then sat on the chair and wrapped ample amounts of duct tape around my knee-length socked ankles, feet and above and below my knees. I tested my leg bonds and was satisfied as I could only wiggle my toes and feet a tiny amount. I placed an ankle sock in my mouth before loosely wrapping cling film around the whole of my head, covering my hair, eyes and under my chin while also making sure to leave plenty of space around my nose. I then grabbed the roll of duct tape and thought "Here goes nothing..." I then proceeded to mummify my head in tape. I started just below my mouth and started wrapping horizontally upwards, over my mouth, over my eyes and stopping just before my hair. I then wrapped vertical coils of tape starting underneath my chin and moving over my head, thus clamping my mouth tightly shut. I carried on wrapping until I reached near the back of my head. I then decided to add a few more horizontal wraps coiling in the opposite direction in tidy up any gaps I may have missed and to even up how the tape was pulling my face. Once this was complete, I tried mmphing in my gag and spitting out the sock but the duct tape wouldn't yield a millimetre. It wasn't perfectly even across my head and it took me a while to complete due to me constantly losing the end of the tape and having to search round the roll with my fingers, but it was bloody tight and there was not a chance I was seeing or speaking until I untied myself.
Finally, to complete my bondage, I pushed my back into the chair and wiggled my wrists into the slip knots on the back of the chair and pulled then tight. Once it was completed, I lay back in the chair just to feel my bonds and I thought to myself about how tight this self bondage was and that I've been tied up by people who wouldn't be able to make it this tight. My plan for escape was the same as always; lever a bit of space in the slip knots to wriggle my hands out. But at that current time all I was interested in was revelling in the tightness of everything. It was exciting how tightly I'd taped my legs and how restrictive my gag was.
After a while I decided to see if I could escape. I started first with my gag by trying to open my mouth or by rubbing the tape on my shoulder to get it free... it still would't budge. "Let's see if I can slip my legs out", I then thought... they wouldn't budge at all.
"Hmmm, what about if I try reaching a knot that is anchoring my wrists to the chair", I thought next. I fumbled about around what little amount of the chair I could reach but could not find any such knots. "Well at least it's tight." I thought while revelling still in how tight my bonds were.
After another short while, I decided I'd had enough of this restrictive bondage so I went to lever an opening in my wrist bonds. "Uh oh." I thought to myself as I found that I couldn't manoeuvre a millimetre in my right hand and any attempts to do so would only make the bonds tighter. I then began to panic when I found my left wrist had the same problem. "For f**k's sake, it's rope bondage if there's a way in there's a way out, surely" I thought to myself attempting to stay calm. I then tried to again find a knot to pull on behind the chair, this time with a modicum of desperation, only to find one agonisingly close so that I could only touch it with my right middle finger. The excitement had most definitely worn off now.
Cursing my luck I began to thrash about aimlessly, just hoping something would happen. Break out of my leg bonds? Work my mouth free? Break the chair? At this point it didn't care to me. After struggling for what felt like an eternity, nothing had given at all. My legs were still tightly strapped together with tape, I could still see nothing apart from the inside of my duct tape muzzle and I could start to feel the blood pumping in my wrists. My clock in my room beeps to tell me each hour and I heard it beep to say it was 9 o'clock. I knew how long I'd been tied up for, but not how long I was going to be tied up for.
I dropped my mummified head and resigned to my fate and began to think about where my fate lay. I began to think about when I will eventually get out. Would my friends come round on Saturday anyway? Would they realise something is wrong when they haven't heard from me in 48 hours and call the police? That would be embarrassing to have to untied by police officers after they've had to breach my own front door. And how would I even explain it to them? What if they didn't find me and I had to wait 72 hours to get free? I know what would happen, I'd lose blood flow to my wrists, probably lose nerve function in my hands and I'd be lucky if I ever used them again, on top of having to explain what happened for me to be in this mess to my parents. All this thought of doom and gloom brought me close to tears...
All I could hear was the noise of the occasional car outside muffled by layers of tape around my ears and then the intermittent beep of my clock on the hour.
*beep*, 10 o'clock
*beep*, 11 o'clock
*beep*, 12 o'clock
"12 o'clock..." I thought to myself. This was the longest I'd been tied up, either by myself or somebody else, and it was really beginning to take its toll on my body. My hips were sore from pointing towards each other, I could feel my wrists were cut from the rope digging and I was sure they had long since turned purple, elbows hurt from digging into the sides of the chair, all of my back hurt and the horrid smell of the cling film was beginning to make me feel ill.
Then in an instant, I realised a way of escape. I always used to keep a set of scissors in my top bedside cabinet draw and that was my ticket out of this mess. Using my bound legs I pushed myself so I was facing my cabinet and felt for the top draw with my toes. Using all my strength, I pulled the draw open with my toes. Then came the humongous task of finding them with my bound feet while blindfolded. I angled myself so that I could lower my feet into the draw and root around with my toes. This put an immense amount of strain on my already sore wrists and shoulders while also requiring every ounce of strength I had in my abs and quads to keep my legs at an angle to reach into the cabinet without knocking it over, which would surely spell oblivion now. Fortunately I keep the top draw relatively clutter free, so I could hear the scissors moving about in the draw. However it still took me many attempts to sift through what was in there and remove the clutter by clamping it between my toes:
*Glasses case*... nope
*DS Case*... not useful
*A few spent batteries*... not at all
*A-level results*... not gonna help me
I couldn't search in the draw for very long at a time due to the amount of time required and by the last few attempts I was wincing with the effort it was taking. At long last I found them and attempted to pick them up. It took several attempts to lift them out of the draw without dropping them, a task not helped by the fact I was shaking and sweating profusely at this point. I then threw them onto my chest using my feet and shuffled them up to my chest and onto my right shoulder. Carefully I angled my torso as close to my right hand as much as I can and attempted to grab them with my right hand. I winced as this action required me to pull on my wrist bonds as tight as possible to reach the scissors.
I finally grabbed them and, hands still shaking, positioned them over my wrist bond. *SNIP!* In one cut, my right hand came away from the back of the chair with the loop of rope still wrapped around it. I felt a wave of relief was over me as I cut my left hand free as well before cutting my gag and blindfold off and freeing my legs. I looked at my hands and they were indeed purple with very prominent rope marks. My elbows were bruised from the chair and my shoulders burned from the position I was in. Now that I was finally free, I gingerly walked over to my bed and flopped onto it exhausted, with almost every muscle in my body aching.
In retrospect I realise how lucky I was as the worst I got away with was a strained shoulder muscle and some moderate rope burn on my wrists, causing me to wear some wrist bands I had back when I was 13 to cover up the marks. I guess the lesson of the day is "Just Because There's a Way In, Doesn't Mean There's a Way Out."
Well if you've made it this far through my foolish self-bondage adventure, please leave some feedback, it'll be much appreciated
