Postby desroda » Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:07 am
Thank you for the kind words! Before I continue, I’ll briefly describe us. Nick is 28, around 6 feet tall and s[url][/url]kinny, with short dark hair and a mustache and goatee combo. I’m 27, right around the same height as Nick, but with a wider frame and a little more meat on the bones. I have some semi curly brown hair and chin strap beard, not the pencil the kind, we’re talking almost Abe Lincoln style! Throughout the weekend, Nick and I dressed comfortably in T-shirts and gym shorts. All caught up now? On with the story!
Saturday & Sunday
Nick called for me in the middle of the night. I yelled “Yeah?” forgetting that he had ear plugs in, idiot! I walked into his room and glanced at the clock, 5 in the morning. I asked Nick if he wanted out, he declined, but asked me to turn down the temperature. He was sweating under the hood and wrap. I brought it down about 10 degrees and returned to bed. In the morning I checked on him again. Overall he was still comfortable, but now his feet were freezing. You can’t please anyone! Too lazy to wrap his feet, I threw a blanket over his legs and left.
I finally let Nick out around 10 am, a good 10 hours since I first wrapped him! Before cutting him free, I removed his hood; his face looked tired, disoriented, and dirty from being in a hot hood for that long. I used scissors to cut him loose and he slowly got up. Aside from being a little stiff, he seemed fine. He took some time to get his bearings and went for a shower.
I jumped at my chance for a little fun. I quickly grab two lengths of rope and tied my legs together at the knees and ankles. If you read the previous chapters, you know that I know a thing or two about rope. My legs weren’t getting free on their own. I sat on the floor and grabbed the belt and cuffs. I buckled the belt in front of me this time, so that the cuffs were behind me. I locked them into place around my wrists, a few clicks each. Now I was trapped. I wasn’t too worried; I knew Nick wouldn’t be long and if the keys were just a few feet away on the floor. I rolled onto my stomach, enjoying my situation. No matter what I did, I couldn’t pull my hands free. Unless I wanted to try and squirm over to the keys, I’d have to wait for Nick.
My wait wasn’t long as Nick came into the room and laughed at what I did. I could’ve waited, he said. He would’ve tied me if I asked, he said. What was the fun in that? I wanted to be found tied that way. And I knew his next move would be to steal the keys. Sure enough, I watched as my only means of escape was deposited in his pocket for safe keeping. I rolled around the floor for a little longer, eventually settling on sitting up against the couch. Nick then offered to switch my hands to rope, something I was very much in favor of.
He tossed the key to my cuffs on the floor and made me get out on my own. How thoughtful. Once I was free, I laid on my stomach with my hands crossed behind me. He lashed them together with a length of rope, much tighter this time, probably a wise idea since I escape his two previous attempts to tie me. The rope felt very secure on my wrists, I didn’t think I was getting out, but then Nick came over with another rope. He wrapped it around my arms, just above my elbows, bringing them a little closer. I’m not very flexible, so they didn’t get too close. When he finished tying, he left me on the floor.
This was only my second time having my elbows tied like this. While I absolutely loved the helpless feeling, my arms were quickly losing circulation. I flexed my hands, hoping to get the blood pumping, but I knew I won’t be able to last long like this. I had to ask Nick nicely to undo the elbow tie after only 20 minutes. I continued with the rest of the tie, deciding that I wanted to try and escape this myself. With the rope so tight and my wrists crossed, this would be a challenge. I twisted and pulled, try to bring my wrists parallel to each other. I succeeded, but not without making the ropes pull tighter in the process. I got myself back up to seated position; hoping gravity would help pump the blood a little better. It did, but only a little. During my struggles, I found a knot near my hands, how fortuitous! I picked and pulled at the knot until it came loose, but sadly that’s all that came loose. Nick had tied a decoy knot, leaving the real knot above my hands and far out of reach. I kept pulling and picking at something, anything, trying to get out. After 30 minutes the realization that struggling was futile kicked in and my hands were losing all feeling, making knot picking impossible. By this point, the rope was too tight to handle. I threw in the towel, or at least I would have, if I wasn’t inescapably tied up. Nick untied my wrists and left me to do the rest, which I took care of after taking a moment to recover feeling in my arms. I was free, but I wasn’t finished. I wanted more.
I made Nick strap me back into the bed again. Before I lay down, I had him put the ballgag on me, and to add to the sensation, wrap the vet wrap around my mouth and head. He tightened the last strap, turned on the TV, and left. Just like last time, I was perfectly comfortable and loving every second of it. I pulled everything that could be pulled, coming no closer to freedom than I was before. I relaxed my struggles as I watched Tango & Cash on TV, cheesy yes, but it features good tie up scene with Teri Hatcher, fitting considering the circumstance.
Around 45 minutes in, I decided I had enough of the ballgag. With a little force, I managed to push it out of my mouth, even with the wrap around my head. Nick came to check on me a little later and removed the gag and rap from around my neck. I was perfectly happy strapped down to that bed until the unthinkable happened. Tango & Cash ended, and the monstrosity that followed could only be summed up in two words: Demolition Man. I then remembered the remote was on the night stand, well away from my bound hands. I pulled even harder to try and get loose, but it was useless. The straps held firm and my wrists were becoming sore from all the fun we had so far. Forced to watch a terrible movie, this was the most helpless I had felt so far this weekend. I think I had to endure an hour of this before Nick came to check on me again. Thankfully he let me out.
Later that night, we had some time to kill before watching some good old American football, so I wanted to try something out. I had Nick stand up with his arms at his side. I wrap a length of rope around his waist and wrists and tied it behind him. He made a remark about how he could get out of this so I of course told him I wasn’t done. I slipped another rope between his wrist and body, loop it around the group or ropes there. I sent it around and between his other wrist and body before sending it back. I used the full length to cinch his wrists at Nick’s sides, quieting him down. Another rope was tied around his upper arms, cinching it in between his arms and body to keep it secure.
Nick was now completely quiet as I move down and tied his knees ankles in the usual manner. At this point, Nick admitted defeat, but I wasn’t finished. To prepare for this weekend, Nick purchased a brand new coil of 200 feet of cotton rope, and I planned to use all of it. After uncoiling and untangling the whole thing, I started wrapping it around him. I started at the shoulders and worked my ways down, pulling it snug but not too tight as I went. As I looped, I made each row line up nicely with each other, might as well make it look good too. I kept going, even covering the rope already holding his upper arms. I stopped wrapping right around his forearms. With the remaining length, I pulled it up over his shoulders, crossing in front, then bring it down and between his arms at the bottom of the coil. I repeated this again to prevent rope slippage and tied the knot in front of him on his chest.
I lowered Nick to the floor and he asked if that was it. I said no and tied the black blindfold over his eyes. I followed this up with the red ballgag to complete the ensemble. I left the room briefly and returned with a very short length of rope. I hooked it around his ankles and tied it the rope around his waist, completing the hogtie. NOW I was finished. For those of you keeping score at home, I just tied Nick up with 300 feet of rope! I sat down and watched some TV as he rolled around in all that rope. I told him he had an hour until the game starts, he might miss it, I mumbled something possibly along the lines of a curse. He continued thrashing around for a little while longer before giving up, probably knowing that getting loose form what I did to him wasn’t going to happen.
I changed the channel to find the game already in progress. I began to narrate every play for the blindfolded Nick, making everything sound more exciting than it is. I eventually took pity on him and removed his gag and blindfold; he thanked me, except he would’ve wanted to keep the gag in for longer. He watched the game for a little longer from the floor before asking me to undo the hogtie because he couldn’t. I laughed as I simply put a little pressure on his legs, pushing them slightly closer to his hands, and pulled the hogtie rope off. I’m not sure what surprised him more, that was all it took to get the rope off, or that’s all it took to hogtie him. Nick managed to sit up and make his way on the couch, where he made himself comfortable. He still had use of his hands even though they were tied to his sides, so he was able to look at his phone and even pull blanket over himself. From my angle, there were points where it didn’t even look like he was tied up! He stayed that way for the entire first half of the game and had me untie him at halftime. At the end of the game, Nick asked what I wanted to do. I knew exactly what I wanted to do; it was time to try the wrap.
After getting ready for potential long night, I helped Nick open some more vet wrap packages. We started with ten rolls like last time, but expected to need more since I’m a little bigger. Nick started at my ankles and worked his way up, much like I did last night. When he got to my waist, he paused in his progress to do my arms and hands. Finishing this, he continued wrapping my entire body, stopping at my shoulders. All told, Nick used twelve rolls to wrap me up. Helped me onto the bed and I immediately noticed how difficult it was to move anything, and then he clipped the bed straps over me. Now I was completely wrapped up and strapped down. Nick turned on the TV and left, planning to check on me before he went to sleep.
This was the first time I was ever fully mummified in my life. In the past, I managed to wrap my legs up to my waist, but I never got to experience the rest. I felt a helplessness like no other. As I lay there, I quickly began to realize that not only was escape impossible, but any attempt to do so would cause my body to heat up under the wrap. This didn’t stop me from testing my mobility though, as I pulled on my arms, or tried to anyway. The wrap around each arm coupled with the rest of the layers had the ingenious effect of virtually welding my arms to my sides. No matter how much force I put into pulling, no matter which direction, no matter what I did, my arms stayed in place. As long as I stayed still, the wrap felt like a full body hug, adding movement made things heat up considerably. I stayed still and pretty comfortable for the first couple of hours, actually managing to fall asleep for a bit. Nick came to check on me before he went to bed, turning off the TV and taking away one of the pillows that was propping my head up until that point. I was now preparing myself for either a very long night or a very short night, depending on how comfortable I was.
But then it hit me. My body, wanting to be able to roll over to get more comfortable, was starting to get angry with me for putting it in this situation. I tried to roll onto my side, but my arms at my sides to away any all leverage to move. The straps holding me down didn’t help me at the moment either. I started getting hot under the layers and my hands were feeling uncomfortably sweaty. I managed to wiggle and dig my fingers through the wrap to freedom, ultimately freeing my entire hands of their cocoon. This was a good start, but all that moving made me too hot. I tried ripping and pulling at whatever wrap I could, but nothing loosened. By this point, my heart was beating like a jackhammer and my breathing was elevating. I think I was having some sort of panic attack. After all my attempts to get free, I was only a little more liberated than before, but I wanted out. I had no choice but to call for Nick in the other room and ask to be let out. I swear he couldn’t cut me loose quickly enough. As I got of the bed, I felt myself actually shaking a little. The experience was over and my adrenaline was pumping. Looking at the clock, it was 2 AM. I had been wrapped up for only three hours.
I was trying to settle back into a sleep mode, but Nick was still up, looking hesitant to go bed. He asked me to wrap him up again for the night. Considering the time, I was reluctant to, but I just woke him up in the middle of the night. I guess this was the least I could do. We prepared another eleven rolls I wrapped him exactly the same way as before. Nick told me afterward that I wrapped him more tightly this time. I didn’t think I did, but he actually found it more comfortable, so I’ll have to remember that for future reference. I finished him off with the hood and ear plugs and strapped into the bed where I was just restrained. I turned off the lights and went to sleep on the couch. I wanted to sleep, I really did, but between the ordeal I just went through and the work to wrap Nick up, I was wide awake. It took at least another hour for me to finally fall asleep.
I woke to the sun shining in face. 8:30 am, too early, but now I can’t fall back asleep. I check on Nick, he’s still exactly as I left him, of course. I couldn’t tell if he was awake or not. He wasn’t moving, so I guessed sleeping, but then I’d hear light mumbles from under his hood. That didn’t answer my question, so I left him and went to watch TV. I poked my head in to make sure he was still among the living, he was still breathing, looking like he was at piece. He’ll hate me for saying this, but it was almost like watching a puppy sleep. I didn’t want to wake him. To fill the time while waiting for him to ask to be let out, I cleaned up his place a little, coiling all the rope and collecting the cuffs. I even snuck into his room and picked up all the discarded rolls and packaging from the vet wrap. At won’t point, I crinkled the plastic package a little too loudly. Nick’s head popped up, and I froze like a deer in headlights. After a few seconds he settled back down, I didn’t want to disturb his experience.
Eventually, I finally checked on Nick asking how he was. He was good, he didn’t even want out, in fact, he asked for more. He had me put a black posture collar on around his neck. I tried this this on for a little while and didn’t like it much, but might as well please the mummy. I put the collar in place and buckled it behind his head, covering the hood strap. I didn’t tell him the time. I wanted him to want out on his own. He didn’t want out and didn’t ask the time. I left again. I had time to jump in the shower, pack my things for my return trip, and even play with some of the cuffs again while Nick was still in there. Not once did he ask to be let go. Finally, after being overcome by hunger and boredom I went into Nick’s room and told him I was pulling the plug and cutting him loose. I removed the collar and hood. He took one look at the clock and said “Holy S#!^.” It was 2:15 in the afternoon! Nicky was fully mummified, strapped down, and hooded for twelve hours!
I cut Nick loose of the wrapping that cocooned him for half a day and helped him up. Aside from being obviously stiff, he was fine. He seemed a little dazed, like when you take a nap in the afternoon and wake up to find out it’s dark out, but otherwise fine. He had no idea that he was wrapped up for that long, which tells me he must’ve slept through most of it. When I first checked on him, he thought it was only 9 am or so, when in fact it was closer to noon. I could’ve told him the time or ended it anytime I wanted, but I wanted to see what he could handle. And when 1 pm came and went without him asking for me, I wanted to see him go twelve hours. I didn’t care that I wasn’t getting tied; I wanted to see this happen. I wanted the bragging rights. He can now say he stayed mummified for twelve hours and I can tell people I kept someone like that for that long. He told me that since he didn’t know the time, he probably could’ve kept going longer. Maybe next time.
This was the last experience we had that weekend. After that, we got some dinner, watched some football, and I caught a flight home. This weekend was like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life, and I’m glad I did. I learned so much about what I’m capable of, and what I could be capable of. Somehow, my close friend of almost 10 years and became even closer. We did so much, and yet wanted to do so much more. Needless to say, we both decided we need to do this again. We don’t know when or where yet, but I do know one thing: I have time to practice my rope work some more.