Lesson Learned (Self Bondage)

Postby reddwarf123 » Tue Feb 07, 2012 2:18 pm

Hello everybody, sorry I’ve not been around for a while, I’ve had a lot of exams recently.


Anyway, this story is true and is about some self-bondage I performed about 6 months ago.

It was August, deep into the summer holidays and boredom was setting in. My parents were away at work until about 7pm and I had my day planned, I was going to tie myself up at about 12pm after lunch and then go to my friend’s at 2pm.

I had seen a post on this website in “TUGs Talk” about how you can use shoe laces to tie yourself up and the knots will become so tight you can’t untie them. Eager to test this out in my first self-bondage session, I grabbed a large pile of shoe laces from a load of old shoes, my football (soccer) shin guards, a few belts, some duct tape and a bandage for my blindfold.

First I got my shin guards and slipped my legs into their designated shin guard and pulled the velcro straps around my legs, quite effectively preventing me from separating them. I then grabbed the belts and wrapped one around my ankles and the other one loosely around my knees so that I could kneel comfortably. Grabbing two shoelaces, I then tied them around the belt on my ankles behind me and left the other ends trailing.

Content with my legs, I grabbed the duct tape and plastered my face with tape so that it was almost a muzzle made from tape; I certainly couldn’t speak at all. I reached for the bandage and wrapped it tightly around my eyes, catching a glimpse of the clock beforehand, it read “12.03”. Being self-adhesive, the bandage would not budge from my eyes without my hands.

Shaking at the prospect of being tied up, I reached behind me and grabbed the laces tied to my ankles. After a lot of fiddling, I managed to tie my hands together with the laces in such a way that each individual lace was wrapped round each wrist and then the knot tied my hands together in the middle. I leant forward in my loose(ish) hogtie and pulled my wrist restraints tight, the knot wouldn’t have held me usually but it was suddenly very tight now. I decided I didn’t need scissors to get out, I was invincible.
What felt like an age passed, but I was loving every second of it; no matter how hard I struggled I couldn’t get out. My wrists started to throb and my back was aching from the hogtie, not to mention my other commitments I had to consider so I decided to untie myself. Contorting myself to reach the knot holding my wrists I suddenly had that sinking feeling, the knot was as hard as a frozen pea and would not come loose. I started to panic and thrashed about on my bed and the laces began to dig into my wrists which made me panic even more to the extent I felt like a bull being teased with a cattle prod. Exhausted, I lay on my bed and pondered my predicament.
What felt like 20 minutes my friend rang, it was 2 o’clock! I had been tied up for about 1 ½ hours and it was taking its toll. My left wrist burned and was becoming damp from either sweat or blood and the only release seemed in 5 hours’ time when my parents got home, then there would be one of those “talks”. My eyes began to well up, how could I have been so foolish? Scissors would have been my saviour!

Then, the eureka moment came to me. I squirmed to reach the belt buckle on my ankles and… it came loose. I pushed the belt off and flopped straight like a fish, a sense of relief filled me. The shin guards then came off before I slid the looser belt around my knees off. I then stood up, belt still trailing around my wrist bonds and my blindfold and gag still refusing to budge, and staggered to the computer room. I clattered into doorways and furniture a few times but eventually bumped into the computer desk. I felt around for the scissors and clasped them tightly in my hand. Yes! I had found them!

After letting the moment sink in I cut my wrists free and ripped my gag and blindfold off. My wrists (especially my left) were red raw, forcing me to wear 2 watches to hide the obvious rope marks and I was exhausted. But strangely, I found the experience somewhat exhilarating. I think it was the feeling of danger and knowledge that I may not get free that caused this but it was the most intense TUG I have ever done.

Despite this, lesson learned. Always have scissors handy when performing self-bondage.
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Re: Lesson Learned (Self Bondage)

Postby Rock Chic Bride » Thu Feb 09, 2012 3:40 pm

Interesting story. I'm into self bondage so I'll remember that, but I always do ones that I know I can out of (loose stuff around wrists, tying loopin in end of the rope and then making a very loose slip knot and then I crawl around the house until its tight (I tie my ankles separently) and then star rolling backing to the place where I tied the other end, causing the rope to wrap around my body and then when I get back to the knot I squirm and squirm, but whenever I decide to I can just "roll" out of it. Or I use cuffs on my hands and tie myself in a hogtie but hide the key somewhere on the other side of the house but keepa spare in my pocket(I learned that lesson the hard way).

Re: Lesson Learned (Self Bondage)

Postby TUfriend » Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:11 pm

I remember once I used a bungee cord to pull down a zipper of a bag that I had gotten into and couldn't get out and had the same feeling that you did. I got out after about an hour of stuggling if you were wondering.
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