I usually don't write stories, primarily because I never had any noteworthy bondage experiences growing up, and I'm not one for fiction. I do however have a self-bondage memory that is still clear to this day. Apologies if this story is not filled with a super-exciting plot or riveting language, but I'm not terribly creative when it comes to narratives. Also, this story is entirely true. If there's one thing I hate on this forum, it's people posting fake stories on the true board.
This all took place four years ago, making me 14 at the time. By this time, I had long known the pleasures that bondage had to offer, but didn't have anybody to tie up, and was too afraid to ask (I still am). So, I often resorted to the field of self-bondage to satisfy my needs.
One particular day, we had early release at school, and so I ended up getting home hours before my mom usually does. I decided that I would engage in a little self-bondage action. I had done rudimentary self-bondage before, but never anything really intensive or restricting. I usually just tied my legs or my hands behind my back while my mom ran out to the store or something.
But today I had at least 4 hours before she would get home, so I decided that I would turn it up a notch with a spreadeagle bed tie.
I spent the first 5 or so minutes gathering up the supplies. I took a few belts from my closet and laid them out on my bed. The belts were those types that are made from cloth and have the D-ring on the end of them. Here's what they look like:
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Next, I grabbed a roll of silver duct tape from the garage. I also went into my brother's closet and grabbed one of his thick beanies (he was off at college at the time, so I didn't have to worry abut rummaging through his stuff). I did not however grab a pair of scissors, which may have been a good idea.
I stripped the sheets off my bed, and myself down to my underwear, and got to work. I had a total of 4 belts at my disposal. I began by attaching each one to its own separate corner of the bed frame. I then laid down on my back and strapped each ankle in. The process was actually very easy. I was able to simply wrap the belt around my ankle multiple times, feeding it back through the D-ring each time, layering it over itself. I pulled the belt tight, shrinking the overall size of the coil pulled it back through the opposite side of the ring, tying it off. My ankle was firmly restricted, but still comfortable. I also did the same for my other ankle on the opposite side of the bed.
I then leaned back and used the same method for my left wrist. Using my free right hand, I pulled the belt around my wrist and back through the buckle multiple times, tying it off back through the D-ring like last time. The ring was facing towards me, on the inside of my wrist (remember this, this is important).
I looked at the clock, which I had angled to face me, and saw that I still had about 3 hours and 45 minutes left before my mom would get home. I had all the time in the world.
Using my still free right hand, I grabbed the beanie that I had set on the bed beforehand. I have long had trouble breathing through my nose, so I decided that it would not be a good idea to gag myself. Instead, I pulled the beanie down over my head, covering my face and nose. I then wrapped the duct tape around my head tightly to keep it in place, so that it would not move around while I struggled. I could still talk, but I could no longer see.
Nearly complete, I passed my right hand through a pre-prepared coil that I had made in the last belt. After my hand was in, I grabbed the extra belt with my teeth and pulled, tightening the coil and effectively completing my bondage.
I sat for a number of minutes, soaking in the pure enjoyment of my restraint. After a while, I thought I heard a quick thumping sound out towards the road, the sort of sound that a car door makes when it closes (my mom sometimes does this when she gets out to check the mailbox at the end of the driveway). I was initially panicked, but I ultimately reasoned that there was no way my mom was home at this time. I might not have been able to see a clock, but I knew it was impossible for that much time to have passed already. Plus, I really didn't want to undo all my work on the suspicion of a noise. And besides, it was probably our neighbors across the road closing their car door. So, I continued to lay there.
Not the best choice of action.
It wasn't until a few second later that I heard the sound of our garage door raising. Cue the immediate, crippling fear. My whole body basically went into a frenzy. I began pulling frantically on the belts that bound my wrists to the headboard. I did not have the foresight to leave myself scissors and blind thrashing wasn't working either.
Once it became apparent that was not a viable approach, I began to think more critically. Thankfully the D-ring of the belt was found on the inside of my left wrist, facing towards me. This was not something I had intended on, nor was it a fail-safe I had purposely implemented. Nonetheless, it would serve as my saving grace.
Using some degree of dexterity, I was able to bend my left hand down and work the belt loose with my fingers. Eventually I pulled the belt back through the ring and began unwrapping it from around my wrist. I now had one hand free.
Not wanting to take the time to unwrap the tape from around my head, I mustered my hulk-like 14 year old strength, yanked the whole beanie off of my head, and threw it on the floor.
Around this time, I heard my mom rummaging around in the kitchen. She was opening and closing cabinets, leading me to believe that she was putting away some groceries. The important thing is that she was occupied, so that had bought me a little time.
Now able to see, and with one hand free, I began to work on my other hand. After that one was untied, I moved on to my ankles. I quickly untied both and jumped off the bed. Not having time to untie the belts from their respective bed posts, I instead thew my sheets back on the bed, thereby hiding their presence entirely.
It was at this point that I heard my mom coming down the hallway. I grabbed the roll of duct tape and the beanie and threw them into my closet, out of view. I then grabbed a pair of pajama pants and set the world record for fastest time putting on pants. My mom knocked on my door, to which I replied by saying, "I'm not decent." Maybe it was how I said it or just the true nature of parents, but she decided to come in anyway.
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So there I was, a 14 year old boy, with pajama bottoms and no shirt on, with an almost bright red face. She asked me if I was alright and I just said, "yeah". She then said, alright" and walked out of my room.
Turns out she had left some important papers on a counter top that morning, and since she only works about 8 minutes from home she decided to run back and get them during lunch. She told me she sometimes has to run home to get certain things, but I'm not usually here at that time, so I've never seen that before.
To this day, I'm still not entirely sure if she knew what I was doing. Not the whole bondage thing. I had removed all evidence of that, and she is generally taboo about those sorts of things so I feel like if she was suspicious she would've asked me. But I wonder if she thought I was masturbating and just decided not to press the issue. I don't know and it makes me slightly uncomfortable whenever I think back to that day.
If I hadn't tied my wrist with the buckle facing towards me, if she hadn't stalled momentarily in the kitchen, I would have been discovered. I can't imagine how uncomfortable the confrontation would have been if she had found me like that. Oh god, the horror.
Well, if you stuck around this long, congratulations. Kind of a long story, but that's generally my writing style. This will also probably be the only one I ever write since it's the only memorable bondage experience I've had.