
I went upstairs around 10:30 pm and started collecting what I would need. I wanted to hogtie myself with my two judo belts, and I decided the best way to connect them would be with my blue canvas belt (the type with two D-rings). I also grabbed two blue knee-high socks. After looking at the gear for a while, I took off my jeans and t-shirt. I threw one of my dirty, stinky, black socks at the gear on my bed and the other one at the pile of clothes.
While sitting on my bed in my black boxer briefs I prepared the gag. I rolled my black sock to a ball and stuffed it in one of my knee-highs. I decided it was time to strip off my underwear. While I dropped my underwear at the ground and looked at the stuff that was going to keep me entertained I could feel something sensitively grow between my legs.
I grabbed the yellow judo belt which is the longest and toughest and started to wind it around my ankles. After three turns I made a knot, looped the belt between my ankles and made another knot. While I tightened the knot so well my feet could never be separated without the help of a pair of hands, my elbow touched my penis and I noticed I had already begun to ‘leak’. This really turned me on, and I quickly proceeded to the next judo belt.
This one was white and contained a little more cotton, which made it a bit softer. I measured how much space I would need for my two hands and the blue belt in the middle, in such a way I couldn't slip my hands out, but also wouldn't have red marks on my wrists for the rest of the week. After I was satisfied I knotted the two ends so the loop would keep its form while I would slip my hands in in the dark.
I grabbed my blue canvas belt and pulled the end through the D-rings, creating a loop that would tighten when pulled, but would not loosen on its own. I looped the other end through the knot between my ankles and knotted it in place, so the loop was attached to the yellow belt. I pulled the knot so hard I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get it loose again.
After that I moved on to the gag, which was still waiting for a nice, wet mouth. I placed the sock-ball in the middle of the knee-high and put it in my mouth. I knotted the sock tightly at the back of my head. Then I took the loop I made from the white belt and placed it between the loop I had created with my blue belt. I placed the other sock in front of my eyes and knotted it behind my head. I hit the light switch and sat down on my knees. I took the white belt, placed my hand through the loop on one side of the blue belt, my other hand on the other side, and slowly crawled forward, while pulling the belt tight. With my hands I tightened the last part and pulled every bit of slack through the D-rings, effectively cinching the loop around my hands, trapping them.
It was perfect. I lay down naked on my bed, my hands tightly tied behind my back, in the secure grip of several layers of inch-thick, unbreakable and untearable cotton, sensually controlling every single move I made. My feet, tightly tied and only moving in parallel, pulled up to my hands so far I could almost touch them without leaning back. Every moan silenced by the salty taste that only a dirty, black sock can have, making it impossible to call someone would my plan turn out to work too well. Laying there, in the most perfect darkness I had ever found myself in, it felt like my penis was still growing, slowly and teasingly
moving over my fresh bed sheets, sticking to my body while I lay there, enjoying every minute of my most perfect hogtie yet.
I slowly rolled on my side and started testing my bonds. I tried to separate my hands from my feet, steadily building up power while I pulled in different directions, but not one of the knots would give me a little slack. It was one of the most amazing feelings I had ever felt. I kept rolling around, constantly nodding off, dreaming vague dreams of a man in a suit, preparing me to be sold. After about an hour the blindfold started to feel tight, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. I also noticed that I had drooled quite a bit, and my gag was pretty soggy. I decided I had had enough for the day, and started working on my knots. I tried to find the end of the belt that connected my hands to my feet, but I couldn't find it in the dark. I was getting a bit worried, and started feeling for some kind of loose end on the knot between my ankles, but it was conveniently tucked away at the other side of my feet, and my flexibility failed me.
I tried to trash around a little, but I could barely move, as I was getting more and more sore. My arms had been in the same position for one and a half hour, and my shoulders started to protest against my fetish. I started to panic a little, since I was clearly unable to get out. I violently stretched my limbs hoping one of the knots would snap, only to hurt my elbows and shoulders. Of course I couldn't break any of my bindings, since they consisted of thickly woven cotton and nylon. As I realized that I was really stuck, my heart started beating in my throat. I screamed in my gag, but even the sock was tied securely around my head, making sure the sock-ball was completely stuck between my teeth, making any attempt to make a noise sound very, very useless.
So there I was, on my bed, naked, my hands and feet tied strictly with unforgiving judo belts, connected by another belt that was seemingly tangled up and stuck between one of the knots. Fighting a war against a stronger opponent without being able to see a thing or call for help, and with shoulders, elbows and knees that refused to move more than absolutely necessary. As I lay there on my side, completely helpless, I noticed my penis was harder than ever, hanging a bit sideways, the tip barely touching my bed. And so I was forced to give up the struggle, getting colder and colder, defeated by my own work, and whether I wanted it or not, clearly enjoying it.
--ropebound