Dangerous Self-Tie
A little while ago I figured out another way to do a chair self-tie and did it to an extremely dangerous level. This tale is being posted as a way of warning to any of you other self-tie fans. Don’t do it! Read why….
I pulled out my high-back metal chair and placed it in the middle of the room. ..
Put rope around each ankle and cinched them too, pulling rope up over the knee and around the chair leg and seat, cinching this off too.
More rope tied around the knees and secured to the ankles.
Proceed to drink some coffee and water, then plopped a round rubber ball into my mouth, wrapping this in with some Wal-Mart gold duct tape. I went around my mouth and back of the neck about three times. More tape under the chin, then another strip over my nose down my cheeks. Full face gag. “Mmmmppphhh!”
Finally another strip of tape over the last one, down past the edge of my nose by over an inch, and taped to the cheeks. This is where I crossed the line: if this piece were to get closed for some reason I would start to suffocate for sure.
Then, tied one wrist roped contraption, which consisted of a loose tie of my left wrist around the metal chair vertical bar, wrapping rope just over the chair seat, around the wrist, looped back and through—loosely—maybe eight times. Cinched this with a long piece falling away. Extracted left hand from the loops and let it hang there.
More thick soft rope tied around my chest about 20 times, secured with a smaller piece over each shoulder down to the opposite elbow. Now, the chest rope is not possible to rise up much, but it can fall, tightening my arms to the chair, which it starts to do.
Then tie right wrist with some tough hemp rope, around and around the metal pole leading to my seat. A long strand hangs off the eight wraps and—somehow—this rope is swung up and over the binding, permitting a cinching of the right wrist. I throw this long strand over to my left hand and secure it up and over the mound of rope still hanging there, pulling knots closer and closer behind my back to unseen ropes.
I slowly push my fingers and left hand through this mound of hemp rope, finally feeling it snap in place at the base of my hand. I test it: it feels like someone else did this. I can’t get my wrist loose!
“Mmmmppphhhh!”
Luxuriating for a while in the rope’s keeping me securely bound to the metal chair—no apparent escape—for now—pulling the final loose strands even more and feeling the rope on both wrists tighten significantly more.
Alter Ego: “Aaarrgghh! What’s happening? Who tied me up? Shit, I can’t get out!” and other such thoughts and feelings course through my body-mind.
After a while still tying my hands tighter and tighter behind my back, further up to my chest ropes, binding the wrists to the horizontal ropes, with ropes going every which way behind my back—even up and around my neck two-times. Almost like a noose or someone gently chocking you.
Soon, you spot the dangerous finale this “game” could provide….an objectl to slide over to and push the nose duct tape even closer over my nostrils. Very much like playing with Death--right on the edge (psychological evaluations welcome) I succeed by pressing my face against a bookshelf nearby—with some effort--, and the airflow is now down to maybe two straws worth of air in one little opening.
I admire this extremely dangerous self-tie and take a deep breath in. Suddenly, inrushing air sucks at the air-hole, which seems to close completely and no amount of deep breathing is going to open it again. “It is duct tape, you idiot!”
Panic time. For sure! How long before you die…you better get out of this quick.
Time tp Make A Quick Prayer: “Jesus, help me!”
With amazing speed—greater than I could ever muster--my hands had the ropes binding them together apart, each strand, or clumps of ropes got pulled real fast. Crucial seconds ticking away…breathing more desperate by the second. Breathing becomes sharper and sharper, with just the odor of duct tape covering my lower face-- with no air.
Death was at hand for sure.
Got to get ropes off and pull tape off. Ropes pulled rapidly off right arm until I could reach up and pull the duct tape down.
Powerful gulps of air, many times.
Stupid, stupid thing to do.
Your positive comments, or should I say--constructive comments--are always welcome. Thanks for reading this warning to anyone else out there who likes to take it to the limit.
DON'T!