Selfbondage is fun (and dangerous)

Postby FelixSH » Sun Jun 09, 2013 10:42 am

Some time ago, I bought some rope (black, a bit over 0.3 inches diameter, cotton) for some selfbondage. As I´m a bit obsessed about bondage at the moment, I thought it was time to try it out.
One thing though: Take more care than I did. Tying yourself up is dangerous, always make sure that you have ways to free yourself. Being unable to get yourself free might sound exciting (if you are like me), but doing it is incredibly stupid. Don´t be as stupid as me here, always prepare a lot of ways to get free.

Let me first tell you about yesterday. I remembered, back when I was in school (I think it was in 2002) and had very little money, all I could afford was duct tape. Being unable to tie myself with it in a normal way, I thought something up.
I started by attaching a long strip of tape on the floor. I pressed the tape against it, until I reached the wall. I continued with the tape a bit up there, and then went back, still with the same strip of tape, back to where I started, but this time with the sticky side upwards. At the other wall, my bedblanket lay on the floor. I cut the strip of tape and attached the end to the downside of the blanket.
I repeated this process with three or four further strips, attached to different parts of the blanket, to ensure that every part would get wrapped up.

Back then, it had worked ok. So I thought, why not try it again?
This time, however, I had rope, too. I started with tying my legs, one time at my feet, one time directly above my knees. I wrapped the rope 6 times on both parts. Afterwards, I used the ends to tie off the slack between the legs. As this was the first time I had access to such a rope, it had never felt that awesome to have my legs restricted. It was very restrictive, I couldn´t change the relative position of one leg to the other. I wore black dress slacks (for the interested, I also wore a dark blue dress shirt), so I couldn´t feel the rope on my body directly, but, despite the restrictiveness, no bloodflow was cut off. It felt great.
There was still a long end from the rope that bound me feet. I used this to create a slipknot. Then I used another rope and looped it three times. I slipped my right hand through and put the rest with my left hand through the slipknot, in front of my body. Afterwards, I put my left hand through the three loops, so that the palms faced each other. The feeling when I pulled the slipknot away from my feet was very exciting. Feeling the rope around my hands tightening more and more was amazing. Please note that I already tested that I was able to get out of the rope around my hands, even when it was looped for times, but only without a slipknot that took away the room between my hands. I thought about using four loops and the tightening slipknot, but was too scared for this. As a last action, I cut the rope that still connected my feet and my hands. This was very important, as you will see soon.

Being finally done with the ropework, I tried to get into the blanket without moving it to much, so that the attached tape strings wouldn´t get twisted. With "getting into" I mean just the...I don´t know the word, like a pillowcase, but for the blanket. That meant I lay now at the corner of the blanket, the blanket itself and the lower part of its cover under me, the upper part of the cover above me. Then I closed the buttons of the cover, with more than enough space inbetween not to even touch my neck, but way too few to get through with my whole body.
The final part began. I started rolling myself into the blanket, but didn´t stop there. I rolled over the tape strips too. From time to time I stopped, wriggling to get back to were I started, which pulled a part of the tape that was still attached to the wall and the floor come off, making it ready for me to roll over it. I continued this, until all the tape was on my blanket, creating a nice cocoon.

Now I was done. My legs were tied, my hands too, in front of me, and I was wrapped up in a blanket that was held together quite effectively with tape. The feeling of being wrapped was everything I needed to get a sudden burst of excitement, resluting in me changing my underwear afterwards. :wink:
After I had myself under control, I started to move. Or at least I tried, as alone the blanket was pretty restrictive. Even if my legs weren´t tied with rope, it would still have been very hard to seperate them, and my upper body was very restricted, too. The rope was just an additional layer of awesome, but made the experience all the more enjoyable.
But as it is with selfbondage, I always have an urge to test immediately if I can get out or not. After enjoying my situation some minutes, I tried to get out. With a lot of wriggling I could get my hands up to the button of the blanket. I undid them with a bit of work, and was able to get out of the blanket in no time. As I had only used three loopes for my hand-tie, it wasn´t very hard to get my hands out, and the rest was, of course, very easy. And even though it didn´t last very long, I enjoyed it immensely, getting the sort of endorphine rush that is normally restricted to the time after doing some sport.
But remember my former front-hogtie? If I hadn´t cut the rope that connected feet and hands, I wouldn´t have been able to get my arms up far enough to undo the buttons, which would have made it impossible to get out of the blanket. I probably wouldn´t have been stuck, as the rope around my hands just wasn´t that tight, but it would have taken a longer time, with my movement being very restricted.

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That was yesterday. After waking up today, I soon remembered about my selfbondage-session, and how to make it more interesting. It was too easy to get out, additional constrictions had to be made.
This time, I dressed in some shorts and a blue hoody. Yesterday, I sweat immensely, and I didn´t want to get all my dressy clothes sweaty. I didn´t wear the hoody anymore, and the shorts would have been washed soon anyway.
This time, I started with a gag. I knew that it was a bad idea to stuff something into my mouth that had even a bit of a chance to be swallowed, so took an old tie, made several knots over each other to produce a big one, and used this as a cleave gag. Afterwards, I used my new knowledge how to make tapegags more restrictive, and started, taping my mouth with transparent tape, wrapping it a few times around my head. After the fourth loop, I changed the way of the tape, going under my chin and wrapping upwards, again with four or five rounds. The tape basically framed my face. It wasn´t perfect, but I could only open my mouth a bit, making this way more effective then just wrapping over my mouth.
For a final touch, I put on the hood and used the cords to make the opening for the face smaller. After my gag was completely covered, and only my eyes and nose would be seen behind the hood, I knotted the cords, one time in front, one time behind my back.
I tried to test my gag, getting louder with each try. It worked great. I couldn´t say anything intelligible, and the sounds I could make were probably pretty hard to hear. I´m sure I could make myself heard, but only within constrictions.

Now it was time for for the rope. I started with my legs, tying them more or less the same way as yesterday. But I wanted a more restrictive experience than yesterday, so I had to make two changes. First, I tied a rope around my upper body, encircling my arms above my elbows. I only made two rounds, knotting it off then.
I had left one end to be pretty long. I used this to cut off the slack between my body and my right arm. That wasn´t the hard part, though. It was more difficult to bring the end of the rope to my right side, especially in a way that would tie both arms not only to the side of my body, but also slightly behind it. This was neccessary, because this was the only way to tie my hands behind my back. It took some time to get it right, but finally my upper arms were nearly immobile.
The last part wasn´t particularly hard. I had already prepared the slipknot and the rope for my hands. This time though, I had looped it four times. Not only that, but I also slipped one hand in from above, and the other from below the loops, which had the effect that my hands were not only crossed, but also that the palms faced away from each other. After slipping them in, I lay on my side and pulled my hands and my feet away from each other.

It was done. My upper arms were completely immobile, and my legs couldn´t be parted at all, moving only in unison. The hogtie wasn´t particularly strict, but still reduced the amount of movement I could make. And my hands were finally, for the first time, completely stuck. This slipknot had worked way better than the last, cutting of nearly all the slack beween my hands. Additionally, they were tied behind my back this time, making everything harder, and were tied with less slack to begin with, because I had looped the rope one more time than yesterday. But I wasn´t only tied effectively for the first time, it was also new for me to be effectively gagged.
This time, I immediately searched for ways to get free. I struggled with my whole body, trying to move my legs apart, moving my upper arms and slipping one hand out of the rope, but this time I couldn´t get anywhere. After some minutes of struggling, the whole time moaning into my gag, I realized that I was truly stuck.

It was a pretty awesome feeling. Finally, after a lot of useless attempts, I had managed to tie myself up in a way I couldn´t get out of on my own, or at least not without a pair of scissors. And, of course, I had made sure that one was waiting for me, lying in front of me on the floor. Additionally, my mobile phone was within reach, so I could just send a friend who has the key for my flat to come, should I need some help. He doesn´t know that I´m into TUGs, but if an emergency occured, that was secondary.
But at the moment, I didn´t care. Again, no bloodflow was blocked, so I had all the time in the world.Being effectively tied up for the first time felt too good, and the feeling of rope constricting me was too great to end immediately. So I just continued to enjoy my situation, switching between struggling and just lying there, feeling good.

Of course, it wasn´t that easy. Being excited always increases my urge to go to the bathroom, and this time it wasn´t different. The problem was that I didn´t even realize it at first. The urge made itself noticable after some time, I can only guess that ist was something around 30 minutes, and it was clear that my time limit was of similar length, maybe even shorter.
Even though I didn´t want it to end, I didn´t really had a choice. So I started to move. It didn´t take long to get my scissors, cutting the hogtie.
And now, the real problem started. With the help of my couch, I managed to get up. Sitting on it, I tried to cut the rope that bound my hands, working very slow and careful. After some time, I managed to get one of the strings between the two blades of the scissors, and I started cutting.
Or at least I tried. The way my hands were tied, my palms faced away from the rope, which meant that it was very hard to get a good grip on the scissors. No matter how I tried, I just couldn´t cut the rope. At one point, I heard the sound of rope being a bit cut in, but that stopped shortly afterwards.
I worked for some time, but finally my urge got very strong. I just couldn´t concentrate anymore, and, due to being careless and having trembling and sweaty hands, the scissors finally fell out of my hands. I retrieved it immediately, but wasn´t able to position it again. My panic increased, and at one point I just gave up, being scared of cutting me.

Now I had to possibilities. I could try to send my friend a message, but that would take a lot of time I didn´t have. Alternatively, I could try my luck with one of my neighbors, which seemed more and more interesting, as the seconds went by. It seemed to be the only alternative that would free me in time.
But luck was on my side. I started a last struggle, and all the sweat, and maybe the fact that the rope was a bit cut in, producing a bit more slack, allowed my left hand to move more freely. It took some time, and did hurt a bit, as I had to squeeze a lot, but finally my hands were free.

The rest is probably obvious. I relieved myself, and, being exhausted and hungry, released myself from all my bonds. And I took a much needed shower.
I was done for the day, but it will not be the last time, as it was exciting and fun. I only have to restrain myself from being awefully stupid, as I know that I will want to increase my constraints even more. Stuff that comes to my mind is for example to do the same thing as yesterday, but with my hands and arms tied like today, behind my back. I would be unable to open the buttons, making it probably impossible, or at least very hard to escape.
Another idea is to use a pair of socks in a way, that I had to slip my hands into them when I put my hands through the rope. That way, my hands would be forced into a fist. I guess slipping out of them would be way harder, as I had to slip out of the rope and the socks. As I could barely escape today, it would have been impossible.
My favourite idea is, of course, to do both at once. The reason for this is that I couldn´t even use a mobile phone that way, not even to write a message. This way I would have no choice but to ask my neighbors for help. Of course, especially with the first idea, it is possible to not even being able to get the door of my flat open, which makes it even more interesting.

I just had to tell someone about this, and there is no one else to tell it to. I know that this ideas are stupid and dangerous, and I will not tie myself up in a complete inescapable way, don´t worry about that. I´ll make sure to have always two or three ways of getting free, one of them alarming a friend. But I will also take care that it will be managable to escape on my own, even if it might include a bit more work, like lying the scissors farther away. But first, I probably need better scissors.

I guess after this ideas, I should repeat my warning: Take more care than I did. Tying yourself up is dangerous, always make sure that you have ways to free yourself. Being unable to get yourself free might sound exciting (if you are like me), but doing it is incredibly stupid. Don´t be as stupid as me here, always prepare a lot of ways to get free.

Thanks for reading.

Re: Selfbondage is fun (and dangerous)

Postby mikeybound » Sun Jun 09, 2013 11:43 am

Indeed, people often ignore the flaws in self bondage plans. Even you may do something to get you stuck. My best advice is to find someone. There are places to search.
All in all, good tugs! Just a bit confused about when they happened.