I remember a time, couple of years back, in my sb years... I was doing a hogtie in my bedroom, no one was in the house at the time, and no one was coming back for about six hours, so i tied myself in this hogtie, and once it was all done, gagged and blindfolded an all... thinking i wont need any sharp object to cut myself free, i began to play it up, as if i was held hostage, and began to struggle, and mmmpphh into my gag.... about 3 hours later i thought it would be a good idea to untie myself, because i wanted to eat, and get a drink.... but when i came to break myself free, and the struggling had made my bonds tighter, and so knew i could not struggle out, i tried to find my knots, but couldnt find them, so i was stuck, i was blindfolded and so couldnt see where i had placed my sharp object.... 2 hours later i heard the door open, and my mother was home, she sorted herself out, before coming up to my room, when she opened the door,i dont think she was quite ready for the sight she was going to see, and i blushed bright red, and mmmppphedd a lot to try and get her to take my gag out, but she never did, she laughed at me, and decided to make me her "captive" for the rest of the weekend, about 2 days.. as much as i enjoyed it, it was sort of wierd, being captive to my mother, but it was great fun... and a worthy experience... with many more that followed
