I was 14, so in school. I'd stumbled across some guides and how to's, almost by accident, and seeing them had piqued my interest. I decided I wanted to try, find out if this interesting new thing was going to be a thing I liked, or just better walked away from.
It was a self rope hogtie guide that I'd decided to try out. I went about and (discreetly) collected what I'd need, some old rope liberated from Dad's garage, and the spare scissors. I stashed everything in my room, right at the back of my wardrobe, and waited for the weekend.
Saturday night my parents always have a drink, so nobody wakes early on Sundays. I set an alarm for 3am, figuring that to be plenty of time for not getting caught in the act fun, and went to sleep.
After silencing the alarm as quickly as I could, I laid in bed for several minutes, making sure the house remained quiet, and my waking had not woken anyone else. Satisfied by the continued absence of creaky floorboards and doors,I got out of bed, and began. I retrieved my supplies first, then tied my hair back, and used a scarf to cleave gag myself. I wanted to have a gag in to make it as 'real' as possible. I pulled and knotted the scarf tightly, forcing it between my teeth. Still wearing my loose trousers and strappy top night clothes, and sat on the floor, I placed the scissors beside the bed, so I could find my way to them later. I used one of my pre cut lengths of rope to bind my ankles together, then made another into a double loop, just big enough to slide my wrists through. I tied a third rope to my ankles, and after much struggling and twisting I managed to slide the wrist rope through the other looped end, and then get a wrist through each side of the wrist rope. Complicated stuff. The end result was that when I lay on my stomach and pulled my ankles, the rope tightened, trapping my wrists in the loop, and completing the hogtie (I'm sorry if my description sucks). I grinned at my skills, felt remarkably good to of successfully self immobilised myself.
I rolled onto my side and lay awhile, enjoying this new feeling of tight ropes on me. I had a little struggle, just to see whether I could free myself, and was surprised, and slightly nervous to discover I couldn't. I'd managed to trap myself into a hogtie. In my pretend struggle I'd half crossed the room. So I now had to struggle my way back to the scissors, and my freedom. It seemed to take forever, I think I somehow tightened the knots more with my play struggles, because I was in quite a state by the time I was back to my bed, my bed clothes were bunched up everywhere, not ladylike or decent
