Slip Knots - Not to be Messed With

Postby El_Llama » Mon Dec 31, 2012 9:57 am

Hello everyone, this story only occurred only on Saturday and so I decided to write about it while it’s fresh in my mind (and also it’s a way to put off doing my school work for another hour or so).


It was a Saturday afternoon and my parents had gone off to do some post-Christmas shopping until about 6 and my brother had gone to some friend’s house for the morning. I had a plan to perform some self-bondage while I had a free house for a while. . My name is Anthony, 6” tall, 15 years old, medium length blond hair, a little bit stocky, but not at all fat. I had recently discovered the slip knot; this meant I could tie my hands by just simply putting them in a premade loop and pulling them taught and I found when I used a football scarf, the knot didn’t become too tight.

It was 9.00, I usually don’t get up for another 2 hours in the holidays but it was my own time I was wasting if I stayed in bed. I washed and put on a T-shirt and some jeans and then got some breakfast. By the time I was ready it was 10.20; I still had 1 hour and 40 minutes before my brother got home so I got the things I was going to use together: two belts, a rubber exercise band (you get one free with pretty much every trip to A&E with an injured limb; thanking you NHS) and my football scarf.

I sat down in the chair in my room (identical to this one http://storage.kanshin.com/free/img_42/ ... 818134.jpg) and fed the exercise band underneath the wooden slat on the bottom of the chair connecting the two chair legs together and left the two ends dangling. I then tied my ankles and knees together using the belts before tying the two ends of the exercise band to the belt round my ankles, thus pulling my feet under the chair. I then grabbed the scarf and tied to slip knots in either end. I put my wrist in the loops to test them and then I corrected the loops so that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pull my hands free. Finally, I finished off the tie by putting my hands around the back of the chair and pulling the knots tight.

I was surprised at just how tight the tie was, I couldn’t pull my legs apart or pull against the band by more than about 2 inches and my back was firmly pressed against the back by my wrist bonds. I was quite pleased with my handiwork; no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get any limb at all free.
I looked at the clock, it was 11.00 already!? I decided I had better begin to untie myself at 11.50 just to avoid any embarrassment because my brother was coming back at 12 for some lunch. I wasn’t worried about me not being able to get free because I could just reach across and pull away the knot from one hand with the other, I had done it a few times before when I couldn’t get free by sliding my hands out.

A short time passed and I was content just to sit in my self-imposed bonds. I always find being tied up relaxing, nothing to worry about because there’s nothing you can do about it and although being tied up by other people is about 10x more exciting, having your own boundaries and being in control of your own captivity is always I enjoy about self-bondage.

I looked at the clock, 11.50, time for me to untie myself. I tried another time to slip my hands out from the scarf but its manacle like grip wouldn’t budge at all. “Right” I thought “time for my insurance policy” and I went to pull the bonds away from my left hand with my right hand. Then, it hit me. I couldn’t reach my wrist, the back of the chair was too wide. I began to panic a little. I tried again but I still couldn’t reach my bonds. I struggled and strained against my leg bonds to try to stand up but nothing would break free. I broke out in a cold sweat as I turned and jerked in my bonds to pull something free, anything would do! I looked at the clock, 12.00! I strained against the scarf but that only pushed the knots up and then down again. I tried pulling what I could reach, but nothing would work. Eventually, I gave up and awaited my fate, trying to think up an excuse.

It was 12.20 when my brother opened the front door. I was miffed that he was late again! “Hello?" He shouted. I didn’t reply. “Anthony! I swear to god if you’ve forgotten about me!” He started climbing to the stairs up to my room and when he got to my room I braced myself as it swung open and he saw my predicament. “You were supposed to be making me lunch, but I can see you’re a little tied up at the moment!” He sniggered. I went crimson from embarrassment at him seeing me like this but I was stunned at how well he had taken it. I mean, we had played tie up games a few years back but they drifted away as I got older and progressed into puberty (what I fool I feel now for giving that up). My brother is called Ben, he's 5”5’, 13 years old, has medium length brown hair and is very skinny but he’s not sickly like some thin kids. As of last Tuesday, he broke his thumb riding his bike down the stone steps at our local park (did he expect it to end well?) so during this story and for the next couple of weeks, he has a bright orange cast on his left wrist.
“Can you get out?” asked Ben
“What do you think?” I snapped back. My bigger brother ego had kicked in.
“How the hell did you manage that?
“Slip knots, I didn’t intend for this to happen” I replied.
Ben then circled the chair I was sat on looking at the bonds before looking and releasing a wry smile and a "Hmmmmmm". I was curious as to what he was planning as he left the room and searching noises were coming from various rooms in the house.

After what felt like an eternity, he re-entered carrying: some medical tape, a roll of toilet paper and another exercise band (oh god!). Seeing how I was taken aback by him returning with those in hand he replied “Well, if you want to be tied up, don’t let me stop you”. He then went on to loop the band between my wrist bonds and under the wooden slat my ankles were tied to previously. He exclaimed “God, you’re heavy. This’d be a lot easier if I had two opposable thumbs” as he lifted up the chair to feed the exercise band under the chair and back over to my wrists. When he had finished, the giant elastic band was tying my wrists and the wooden slat together, pulling them downwards, pinning me to the back of the chair with even less struggling room.
“I swear to god, I’m gonna break your other arm when I get out” I threatened
“IF you get out my friend” Ben retorted as he walked down the hall with a pair of socks he had just pulled out of my draw. When he came back, I saw he had dampened them and was holding then in his hand.
“What time did you start” he asked
“About 11” I replied
“Hmm, so you’ve been tied up for 2 hours then? Another 1 will do!” He laughed as he stuffed the socks in my mouth and covered it with about 8 strips until all of my protests were limited to just inaudible MMMMMPHs. He then grabbed the toilet roll and wrapped it around my eyes and back round my head a few times. After this, I heard him grab the medical tape and he began tightly wrapping it over the toilet roll “To protect your precious eyelashes”. When he had finished, he took a step back and with a “humph!” he stepped downstairs and I heard clattering in the kitchen.

As time slowly passed I occasionally struggled against my bonds to no avail while pondering how lucky I was. I mean, first the fact that my brother didn’t flip out and was clearly enjoying having me as his captive and to an extent, I was enjoying being helpless. I can remember that when we played TUGs a few years back, he always wanted to be the dominant one so 7/10 of the time I was the one tied up. I was also lucky that he came back at the time he did; if my parents came back first I would have had a lot of explaining to do as well as if I had have performed this self-bondage to myself when I had the house for the night, it would’ve been an uncomfortable night.

After an eternity, my brother came up. “Whoops, that was 1hour and 30 mins. Oh well, you’re not mad are you?” I shook my head. “Good, there’s some lunch for you downstairs, I bet you’re starving”. He wasn’t wrong.

After he had untied me and I had removed my blindfold and gag, I lay on the bed for a moment; I was exhausted. I looked at my inner elbows and they were black from where the chair was digging in, I had cramp in just about every muscle and my wrists were rubbed raw from struggling. But you know what? I loved every second of it!




So there was my most recent TUG. I’m hoping to maybe reignite our brotherly TUGs when my exams are over and when he stops complaining about his thumb because we both enjoy TUGs. I have been tied up by friends every now and again but it makes so much sense to try and reignite our games of the past. Untill the GOODBYE!!!!
Last edited by El_Llama on Mon Dec 31, 2012 11:12 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: Slip Knots - Not to be Messed With

Postby cloud » Mon Dec 31, 2012 10:32 am

Sounds like a good story and hopefully it will lead to a lot more between you and your younger brother, but a few things.

1. Saturday or Sunday? Just a little thing, but it was still this weekend just gone.

2. So, it never occurred to you that you cant reach the knots then? Well, I mean not until you went to try to reach them.

3. Lucky that your brother found you, and you have a past with him and tug's ;) if not then as you said, it would of ended up as a very different story indeed.


Well, hope you can do more between you, exams should be over by February and your brothers hand might be better by then.
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Re: Slip Knots - Not to be Messed With

Postby El_Llama » Mon Dec 31, 2012 11:12 am

Oh dear, I put both Sunday and Saturday on it whoopsies! It was Saturday,two days ago. It's the Christmas holidays so each day feels the same and I was convinced it was Tuesday today and it only occurred to me that it was Monday when i was uploading it (I've just gained another day in my holiday:3), meaning that I only changed one of the Sundays to a Saturday. Sorry for the confusion.

No, it didn't occur to me that I couldn't reach the knots before I put my hand in and, although I had thought a little about how far away the knots seemed, I didn't realise how far away it was. And finally, yes it was lucky that my brother found me but, again, I had given it some forethought and decided that waiting for my brother to come home was a better alternative than tying some scissors around my wrist to cut my way out of MY property if things went pair shaped. But, if i didn't know my brother was coming back, I would have had a different fail safe such as using a pair of scissors.

Thanks for the feedback!
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Re: Slip Knots - Not to be Messed With

Postby canuck100 » Mon Dec 31, 2012 1:04 pm

Really liked your story. Hope for you that you'll have more opportunities for tugs with your brother.