
I waited until midnight to make sure my parents were asleep, then got started. I have lots of rope, almost 100 feet in various lengths. I also have some tape, a dozen or so zip ties, and a climbing harness(see link) I had a pair of handcuffs, but they broke, thank god. (see http://www.tieupgames.net/viewtopic.php?f=32&t=12208) I also put a pair of scizors nearby just in case I can't get out on my own.
So I decided on a strict hogtie tonight. I have tried several types and decided on one of my own invention(or I havent seen it yet). I tie my feet and knees together, then put on the harness. It goes around my crotch and chest, and buckles shut. without hands free, you cant get it off. Then I sit on my legs and tie a robe between my feet rope and the harness, preventing my from moving my legs at all! Then I put a dog collar on (YES I KNOW that putting on any collar can be hazardous, but I am very careful) and set up the neck tie. I tie a rope to the collar (on the front) and leave it there for now. Next, comes the gag. I use a sock and 3-4 layers of tape. Then I carefully set up the hand restrainer. I tied a cinch noose to the knee bond and put a loose rope circle on the harness, just enough so I can get my arms through. I have used a blindfold before, but never with this tie, so I figure there is a first time for everything. I verify that the scicsors are nearby, and start the actual restraining. I bend forward and tie the neck rope to the knee rope, therby putting myself into a ball. I carefully put on the blindfold, after checking to make sure everything is ok, then tape it into place. I then slip my arms through the back loop and use a triple looped "handcuff" with the cinch knot to restrain my hands. So now I am in a ball, completely tied up, and unable to see or talk. ( I keep hearing because I don't want my parents waking up and hearing me thumping around because I don't know they are up.) I roll around for a whileg, (I looked later and I had been tied up for 30 minutes) and then the back of my neck, along with my ankles begin to hurt. I then realize, then when I rolled around, I tightened the rope to the point where it mught as well have been superglued together. I also realized, I have no idea where in the room I am, and where the scizors are in relation to me.
The tie I was in prevented my hands from moving AT ALL, so in order to feel the scicsors I have to roll onto my back and hold my chest up so I can touch the ground. To say the least, that can be tiring, expecially when you can only reach a few inches with each roll. I got smart after a bit, and just start rolling around, waiting for my body to land on the scizors. After a long while, I realize I might as well have been rolling in circles for all I know. My legs and neck aren't getting any better also. So I decided to find the wall, and then use that to find the door, and by knowing where I am in the room I can know the general area of the scizors. It took me a LONG time to do this, mostly because it takes me so long to turn over, because all of my limbs are tightly secured. I finally manage to reach the door, and then realize I was literally ON TOP of the damn scizors. You can't imagine how pissed off I was. I slowly and by now painfully make my way BACK over, and almost immediatly land on them.
Now, finding the scizors is one thing, but using them is quite another. The way I tied it, I can't reach a SINGLE rope with my hands tied. I managed, quite painfully, as my wrists are quite sore by now, to reach the foot to waist knot, and slowly cut it. After that, I still had to free my hands, but it was easy going. I bent my hands back and cut the triple handcuff rope, not even bothering with the cinch knot, and get my hands free. Almost immediatly it feels like my hands are on fire, they are being chewed apart by army ants. The knots had been tighter than I expected, and I hadn't even realized that my hands were practically numb. I immediatly cut the neck to knee rope, and took off the blindfold and gag. Only then do I realize that my feet don't hurt anymore, because they are black. Ready for the worst, I cut my feet apart. The pain made boiling in oil feel good, but the good thing is that with the pain comes the realization that my feet arent dead. (I later realized how close it was, another half hour and I could have had nerve damage or had to have it amputated.) A LONG time later, it stops hurting and I take off the remainder of my bonds. I checked the clock, and realize with a shock that it is 4:15, and my parents wake up at 4:30. I quickly move all my stuff and hide it, and then try to go to sleep. Unfortunatly I have no such luck, and at 6 I ahve to get up for school, having been tied up all night and not gotten any sleep whatsoever. Luckily it was a half day, and I didn't have any obvious rope scars, (aside from the HUGE ones on my ankles, and believe me, walking from class to class was NOT fun) I managed to get away with it. I think I am done with TUGs for a while, I have scars and sore wounds on my wrists(see link), and now my ankles, so I will wait for them to heal.
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