Self-bondage -- almost caught

Postby tugsbd » Fri Apr 02, 2010 4:54 pm

I'm writing this because Ellie mentioned something
a while ago about self-bondage. Before I mention how I was almost caught in self-bondage, I should caution that there are worse things that can happen to you other than getting caught, especially if you can't get loose!

Anyway, when I was 14 years old, I'd discovered the one of the added pleasures of struggling in a self-bondage hogtie, so I played whenever I had a chance, which wasn't all that often.

I was about 5'6" tall, with blue eyes and dark brown hair, and very slender, weighing only about 105 pounds. But I was in pretty good shape from high-school wrestling and martial arts.

One Saturday afternoon, I was inside working on a book report I'd put off. I quickly became bored and horny. Since my mother was sunning herself in the back yard, I was afraid to tie myself up, so I put myself in a pretend hogtie on my bed, hands crossed and holding onto the opposite ankles.

But this didn't satisfy me for long, so I decided to take a chance, even though my mom was just outside in the back yard. I wedged a chair under my bedroom door knob and made sure the door couldn't be pushed open from the hallway. Then I assembled what little bondage equipment I had at the time.

First, I tied slip knots at both ends of a cloth belt I'd taken from my bathrobe. Then I did the same with my martial arts belt. I set these aside and began tying my ankles together with a leather belt. But my already tight jeans were becoming more uncomfortable, and I decided it would be more exciting to be naked, so I stopped and took my clothes off. I had a light tan except for the bathing suit area, and not much hair, by the way.

After I finished wrapping my leather belt around my ankles, but before buckling it, I passed one end of my martial arts belt between ny ankles and the belt binding them, and then buckled the belt at the front of my ankles, to keep me from reaching the buckle later. But the way I was going to tie my wrists would make it impossible for me to reach the belt anyway.

Kneeling on the floor near my bed, I draped my bathrobe belt across the back of my neck and in front of my shoulders. I reached the loops of my martial arts belt and pushed my hands through both of them, in opposite directions.

Leaning back and keeping my elbows bent and away from my body, I was able to reach the loop I'd made with my bathrobe belt on my left with my right hand, and the other one with my left hand. Now I was ready to finish the job of hogtying myself.

Reaching up between my shoulder blades, I was able to push both hands through both of the loops I'd made with the bathrobe belt, with the loops horizontal to the floor; my martial arts belt, remember, was wound around my wrists the other way, perpendicular to the floor. It was already difficult for me to get my hands out of the loops I'd made in my bathrobe belt, but I was so excited and turned on that I decided to tighten those loops by pulling down with my wrists. The feeling of helplessness as those loops tightened was thrilling! Of course, I figured I could eventually get free by twisting and pulling with my wrists to loosen both slip knot loops.

But I wasn't finished yet. Lifting my butt from my heels, I tightened the loops of my martial arts belt! Now my wrists were crossed and tied high up behind my back, with my fingers touching opposite shoulder blades, but unable to reach my ankles or any knots! I sat back down on my heels and carefully toppled onto my side.

The feeling was delicious! I felt so exposed and vulnerable! I squirmed and struggled, kicking in my hogtie and pulling at the bonds, but the slipknots only tightened. Not tight enough to hurt, though.

I decided to see if I could wriggle my hands free, but was shocked to find I could not.

I'd always been able to loosen one or two slipknots, but this time I'd used four. And the way the loops on my bathrobe belt were wound about my wrists (and held up by what amounted to a shoulder harness, I couldn't get much leverage. My excitement began to turn to fear. If I couldn't get myself loose, my mother was going to be in for a big surprise!
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.

Re: Self-bondage -- almost caught

Postby The Piano Man » Fri Apr 02, 2010 9:10 pm

Great story so far, and a great technique for a hogtie.
I just recently read through your story and attempted to tie myself the same way.
(And after reading the title, thought it was a good idea to leave a pair of scissors close-by)
WHAT A RUSH! I spent an hour struggling before resorting to the scissors, and may need to wear long sleeve shirts for a while to hide the marks from struggling =P
Can't wait to hear the rest of your story, hope it ends well for you
Life is like playing the piano.
First you have to learn the rules.
Then you have to forget the rules and play from ur heart

Re: Self-bondage -- almost caught

Postby tugsbd » Sat Apr 03, 2010 1:56 pm

Thanks for your reply! This was my first posting. I'm glad you were able to cut yourself free. I was too naiive at the time to think of having a knife or scissors handy.
As I'll mention in my conclusion, I don't think I could have reached any of the bindings with them, because of how high up my hands were behind my back.
And if I'd tied my legs differently, I might not have been to escape at all, as you'll see.
I've finished drafting the conclusion of this story, and I'll post it soon!
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.

Re: Self-bondage -- almost caught

Postby Boundgal08 » Sat Apr 03, 2010 2:26 pm

I'm not usually one to read SB stories, but I thought Id give it a shot!
Nice read, hope to hear more stories from you in the near future :D

Cheers,
BG
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Self-bondage -- almost caught (conclusion)

Postby tugsbd » Sat Apr 03, 2010 3:35 pm

This is the conclusion to my post of April 2, 2010, similar title.
Remember to play safe and have a reliable human backup!

So there I was, helplessly hogtied by my own hands in the middle of my bedroom floor on a sunny Saturday afternoon. My mom was still sunning herself in the backyard, but she was sure to eventually come inside any minute now to see how her 14 year old son was coming along on his overdue book report. And I was mortified at the thought of her finding me tied up and naked!

The fact that I'd wedged a chair under the door knob wasn't very reassuring, because if I couldn't get loose on my own, I'd have to wiggle my way over to the door and move the chair so my mom could open the door and untie me.

I rolled onto my side, blinked some tears out of my blue eyes, and reassessed my situation. The entire front of my slender adolescent body was fully exposed. My raging hormones, and the raging hard-on I'd enjoyed during the first few minutes of struggling in my new hogtie, had subsided. My excitement hadn't reached a climax, so to speak, but there was a small wet area on the towel I'd been lying on, and a corresponding wet spot below my navel (I'd have to rub that off on the towel so my mom wouldn't notice!). My bottom was also fully exposed, and I couldn't cover anything with my hands because of how high up they were secured behind my back. I'd never before felt so helpless and vulnerable. And I was wondering how I'd ever explain all of this to my mom.

My ankles were securely tied together by a leather belt, and I couldn't get my fingers within two feet of it. Between my bound ankles and around the leather belt went a thick martial arts belt (white for beginners). Slipknotted loops at each end bound my wrists together, fingers pointing to opposite elbows.

But this time, wanting to be more strictly bound and feel even more helpless, I'd added a sort of shoulder harness. My bathrobe belt was draped across the back of my neck, down the front of my shoulders, and the ends went under my armpits and around behind my back. I'd tied pushed my fingers and hands up through both of the slipknot loops I'd already tied at each end. So my wrists were now crossed high up behind my back, with horizontal and vertical wraps, elbows sharply bent, shoulders straining. I couldn't straighten my legs past 90 degrees.

It had all felt so exhilarating at first. I'd come up with a self bondage hogtie that was more stringent than any I'd tried before, and it immediately felt even more difficult to escape from. I was anticipating more than one climax this afternoon!

But before I began to get myself too worked up, I'd tested my bonds to make sure I could escape fairly quickly if I heard the back door open. That's when I realized I couldn't twist or rotate my wrists enough to loosen those four slip knots!

After a few minutes of panic, I decided that the only way out of this predicament was to get those darn shoulder bindings off. I rolled back onto my abdomen, still on the towel, and used my knees and thighs to squirm forward until my chest was off the towel and on the carpet. Despite my fear of being unable to escape before my mom discovered me, I again became excited by my struggles, and I had to work hard to contain myself, as it were.

Bending at the waist to one side and then the other, I tried to use the carpet to push the bathrobe belt to the side, off the front of my shoulders. But all I was able to get was a mild carpet burn. I began to panic again Why did I let myself get into this mess?! How was I ever going to get myself loose?!

Then I had another idea. With a lot of agility and strength, I was able after several tries to get back onto my knees. I shuffled over to my desk, several feet away. Using the corner of the desk, I was able to start pushing the bathrobe belt off of my left shoulder. But it became more and more difficult as the bindings neared the outer edge of my shoulder. And a bit painful as I kept having to push against the sharp corner. Sometimes I would even knock the desk against the wall, making a soft tapping sound. But then I heard a louder sound, from another part if the house. It was the sound of our back door being closed ! My mom was back inside, and I was still naked, in a kneeling hogtie!

Within the next few seconds, I was able to push the bindings off of one shoulder, then off of the other. However, I was still hogtied, and I still couldn't lower my wrists much. But the little bit of wiggle room I'd gained enabled me to get better leverage, and I worked frantically to loosen the slipknots binding my wrists.

I was still working frantically when I heard a knock on my door. I thought I was in for it now! But before I could even find my voice, my mother said she was going to take a shower -- whew!

I said "ok" as nonchalantly as I could, and then I began struggling again. It took me about 10 minutes to finally pull my hands free. Less than a minute later I'd gotten dressed, hidden my bondage stuff, and moved the chair that was blocking the door. As I sat down to get back to work, I noticed red marks on my wrists (pinky side) and forearms (thumb side) from that bathrobe belt. I knew my mom would ask about those. I couldn't change into long sleeves because it was summer and hot. So I grabbed my book and lay down on my bed just as my mother knocked again.

Lying on my back with my knees bent, I crossed my legs, right ankle on left knee, and held my book in front of me, so that when my mother opened the door (which was to my right), she wouldn't see my wrists.

"Come in" I responded.
The End !
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.

Re: Self-bondage -- almost caught

Postby tugsbd » Sat Apr 03, 2010 4:14 pm

Thank you, Bound Gal. I've enjoyed reading your stories and replies. Another reader (Eloise) had also written an enjoyable story recently, and ended her sign off with a request for self-bondage ideas, so I thought I'd write about this very memorable young teen experience.
By the way, I just posted the conclusion to my story.

Cheers!
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.

Re: Self-bondage -- almost caught (conclusion)

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Apr 04, 2010 2:00 am

Hallo tugsbd, very good story. The only I have now say your mother anthing as she see the marks?
Andrew
"Don“t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Self-bondage -- almost caught (conclusion)

Postby Boundgal08 » Sun Apr 04, 2010 3:40 am

Very good story. Can I just ask that you keep it all to one topic, otherwise the section will become over crowded with topics from one story :D

Cheers,
BG
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: Self-bondage -- almost caught

Postby Nuclearo » Sun Apr 04, 2010 10:28 pm

I merged the parts into one topic.

Nice struggle scene. Think that if you were in an unfurnished basment, maybe waiting for your girlfriend, you could've been honestly stuck. In the end, are you glad this happened the way it did, or would you prefer the security of a quick release over the adrenaline rush of almost bbeing found out?
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Re: Self-bondage -- almost caught

Postby tugsbd » Mon Apr 05, 2010 5:02 am

Thank you for merging the two parts!

In answer to the questions:
1. My mom didn't see the marks, as far as I know.

2. I wish I'd had a quick release mechanism! I love to be tied up (and vice versa); it's the being bound and gagged part that excites me, and not the fear of being caught. I like struggling (whether watching it or doing it myself), and am excited by bondage that's very hard to escape from quickly.

But now I'm even more excited by inescapable bondage, which has put me in sort of a bind, pun intended.

So when playing solo, I always make absolutely certain I can get loose quickly and I make good use of my imagination while indulging my bondage fantasies (pretending to be struggling in inescapable bondage), and I arrange to have someone find me alive and well, even if still tied up and a bit embarrassed (I haven't had to play that card).

It's been much more fun to involve a partner, and to tie myself up in a way that is difficult to impossible for me to escape from, and to know while struggling that my bondage partner will do more than just find me, but will add to my bondage here and there (making my self-bondage even more secure, and inescapable).
And it's a thrill to be played with when helplessly bound and gagged -- being tickled and tormented in other ways and having my body be used to pleasure my bondage partner
(who is my only hope of release, however that word is defined).

Thanks for the feedback!
Cheers!
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.