Hi everyone, sorry this has taken so long. But it’s here. You may remember how when I first experimented with tying myself up I narrowly avoided discovery- the second time I was not so lucky. Part of the thrill of being tied for me has always been the possibility that someone else may discover me in a humiliating position, completely helpless and vulnerable. I guess I partly felt this at the time, still 17, when I got myself in a position I could not escape from without assistance.
I decided that I wanted a second round only a week or so after I had first tied myself- the thrill was greater than the fear of discovery. I opted for clothes that were slightly less, er, risqué than just underwear, and wore dark gym shorts, a light sleeveless vest (although nothing beneath), and socks. I hoped it would look vaguely normal if someone walked in on me. Maybe.
Believing that I was to be alone for the whole day, I wanted an even tighter and more secure bondage position than before, one which would take considerable time to free myself from and one where I was less mobile than a hogtie. After minimal deliberation I decided to tie myself spread eagled, which I knew would leave me totally vulnerable. Just thinking about being stretched like that sent shivers down my spine.
I was fortunate enough to have a bed with a barred headboard and end posts, meaning I could separate my arms and legs with no possibility of being able to pull them together again. Sitting upright, it was easy enough to secure each of my ankles to their respective posts with some duct tape. I’d borrowed the roll from the kitchen, but seeing as my dad never used it I applied it liberally, resulting in the only way in which I could pull my legs free would be through cutting the tape off. I had strong leg muscle, but not strong enough to break free from the amount I used. It looked as though I had thick grey serpents around my ankles when I was done.
My hands, as would always be the way, were trickier to secure. Laying on my back and feeling a slight chill on my bare thighs, I secured my left hand with relative ease, this time using my camping rope. Before I tied my left hand, I wanted the experience to be complete, and for my helplessness to be total. I secured a scarf around my head as an effective blindfold, whilst a pair of panties from my draw once again sufficed as a gag.
After fumbling with the rope with my right hand for few minutes I realised I’d been rather stupid and that tying my wrist to the bar with that hand was next to impossible. Putting it down to experience, I had to compromise and tie my wrists together, stretching me out less but still stretching my limbs and abdomen muscles.
Have you ever had the thought that you might be making a mistake right as you do something, but being already in the process of doing it can’t stop? That’s what happened to me as I tightened the rope around my wrist ensuring my complete imprisonment. For a few moments doubt struck my mind that actually I might not be able to escape, and one of my family members would have the interesting moment of eventually finding me like this.
I then conceded that my hands were now next to each other and escape was feasible. I relaxed, pulling gently on my bonds and somehow felt liberated despite being trapped.
I lightly struggled there for about an hour, occasionally scratching lightly at the rope and acknowledging just how tight it was. Being deprived of sight, I began to feel a greater sensuality, with the gentle breeze issuing from the window dusting my skin and giving me goosebumps.
Then my heart froze. I could hear voices downstairs. My brother David and what sounded like his friend Charlie. They must have been in the basement, somewhere I had not checked was empty before I tied myself, and I had not heard the front door open.
I scratched harder at the rope, fearing it would take some time to unravel myself. It did not unravel at all. I hoped my brother and Charlie had only emerged so as to get a snack from the kitchen, but no, I could hear them coming up the stairs.
“I’m pretty sure she has a spare charger,” I heard my brother say. “Don’t think she’s in anyway, so she won’t mind you borrowing it.”
I was too scared at that point to worrying about charger theft and struggled even harder as I heard their footsteps on the landing. My brother then knocked, but did that annoying knock that some adults do where they open the door less than a second after.
As the door swing open there was an awkward silence, although it lasted only the briefest of moment.
“Sam, what the hell? Are you alright? What happened?” My brother’s voice was full of concern as he rushed over, presumably thinking that I’d been burgled. He pushed the blindfold up and (t my great embarrassment) pulled the panties out of my mouth. “Jesus,” he said, “who did this to you?”
“It’s fine,” I told him, and quickly thought of a lie less awkward than the truth. “It was Fiona when she was here earlier. It was a bet that I could escape.”
“And she just left?” my brother asked.
“Yep,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Sam,” he said, staring at me.
“Yes?”
“You’re an idiot.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. “I could still kick your ass anytime.”
“Guess you don’t want to be untied then,” he teased.
I glared at him. “Fine,” I said.
“Mmmm,” he said, pretending to mull it over. “I think you need an attitude adjustment. Sorry!”
Before I could react he stuffed the panties back in my mouth, and pulled the scarf back over my eyes. I squirmed in my bonds, trying to shout at him, but I only produced muffled sounds and my brother and Charlie both laughed at me.
“See you later kid,” my brother said, and a moment later the door slammed shut as they departed.
I was left fuming. I’d been completely humiliated, and what’s more was stuck like this until my brother decided to untie me. It might have been more embarrassing if one of my parents had found me, true, but at least I’d be free.
I angrily tugged at the rope and pulled at the tape but nothing budged. I was wishing David had at least left the gag out. I could have shouted at them at least, although with the window open the neighbours might have got an odd impression of what was going.
Eventually, after what must have been at least half an hour, although it was near impossible to tell, I heard my bedroom door creak open.
“Hey,” I heard Charlie’s voice say. “Dave says you’ve served your time.”
Thank god, I thought.
“Well almost,” said Charlie. “He said to torture you a little first.”
I shouted into my gag, unsure of what was about to happen, and squirmed as hard as I could, although that just made him laugh. I felt Charlie lift up my vest slightly.
“Here you go,” he said, and I felt something incredibly cold slip into my bellybutton. “Fyi, the ice cube was your brother’s idea, not mind.”
As it began to melt I tried to shake it free, although I was too tightly restrained to do much. After a minute he took it out, and began to rub it around my neck and collar bones, making me shake my head to escape its icy touch.
“Aww all gone,” he said. “Damn you’re warm. Red cheeks too, matches your hair nicely. So, ready to be freed?”
I resigned myself to simply nodding my head.
“Cool. Just one question first Sam. Are you ticklish?”
If I hadn’t been wearing the scarf Charlie would have seen my eyes widen like saucers. I was well aware of how ticklish I was at this point.
“Let’s find out,” he said, and I tried to brace myself for the first attack, wherever it would be.
It hit my bare armpits, and I immediately spewed out laughter into my gag whilst squirming violently.
“Oh we are ticklish aren’t we?” he teased, “didn’t think you were the sort, little miss feisty.”
I continued to laugh helplessly as his hands danced over my hollows. The sensation was worsened as my arms were so tightly stretched out. It came as a slight relief when I felt his fingers on my ribs, an area moderately less ticklish but still enough so to make me shake with giggles.
“Here too? Aww.” His hands were exploring around my ribcage, settling for a minute just below my breasts, which I’m sure was not coincidence.
“Hmm, you sound tired,” he said, easing up as I panted. “Had enough torture?”
I nodded my head vigorously.
“Okay,” said Charlie, “Just one more spot.” I then felt one of his hands lightly scratching at my inner thighs, making me convulse with fresh laughter. I wasn’t ever aware I was ticklish there, but apparently so. Whilst it tickled like hell, I didn’t mind it there so much. I like having his hand there, and to further embarrassment I think he realised that, my lack of bra making my response quite apparent.
After a couple of minutes he eased up. “Okay that’s probably more than you deserve. Hey, does your brother even know that you’re ticklish?”
I shook my head again. It was not something I wanted David finding out.
“Want me to tell him?”
Again, I shook my head fast and furiously.
“Okay,” he laughed, “I won’t.” I felt him tug at the rope hold my left wrist to the bed, and he unravelled the knot. “That’ll do, I’m sure even you can escape with a hand free.”
Charlie then left, leaving me to untangle myself. So ended my second run with self bondage, a more interesting experience than the first, I think.
The ‘torture’ had been unexpected, but part of me actually like being that helpless whilst someone else could do with me what they pleased. It was a thought that at the time I tried to shake away.
Well there you have it. Self bondage and getting walked in on. It was the last time for a while in which I’d almost be discovered. I did however, manage to provoke Charlie into tying me up in the weeks after, amongst other things.
Thanks for reading,
Samantha