It was finally time. I had just moved into a new apartment with one roommate (a friend I had roomed with on-campus two years ago). He was out of town for the night, which left the entire apartment to myself. I was a little tired from moving in, but this week I had just brought essentials to break in the new room. After I locked the front door, I entered my room and pulled out my gear. Not much, but enough to keep me company: several coils of rope, a locking ballgag, a small lock for the gag, handcuffs with keys, and a wrestling singlet. And plenty of duct tape.
The first thing I did was to tie a string through the hole in one of the handcuff keys. I then taped the tips of the string to a cup and filled it halfway with water, so that the key hung in the water without touching the sides. I set the cup in the freezer and went back to my room. I then changed into my singlet, which was made of a sleek material and even had a pouch for my parts. Everything else came off, leaving me in just the singlet. I untangled the rope coils and laid out the pieces in different lengths. I could feel my package growing larger in the pouch. If only I had a chastity device to keep me in place. Oh well, just have to control myself.
I assumed that the water would take a while to freeze, so I surfed the net for a myriad of rope bondage techniques. Never really had the freedom to try these at home or on campus, so I had been itching to see just how much trouble I could get myself into. I remembered to have a pair of scissors next to my keys in the room (all I had at this point was my air mattress, clothes in the suitcase, and a few other things, so I would be Spartaning it this week). I found some neat ties that I liked and looked through the steps to do them on myself. A two-column tie here, a thigh-to-ankle tie there, and then I noticed the intricate chest harnesses, with ropes weaving along the model's body. It took me several practices, but I finally had a decent chest harness rope tie that I could be proud of.
I checked in on the water; starting to freeze. I had maybe another hour of waiting time. It was already getting a bit late so this would work perfectly. I walked into the bathroom and surveyed my work; still needed practice, but one day I might have some rope work worthy to post. As I entered my room, I thought I heard the front door unlock. My heart skipped a beat, and I bolted into my room as the front door opened. I closed my door and turned off the lights. I could hear that it was the friend I was subletting the apartment from. He had stopped by to pick up some things he had left before moving into a new apartment. He had his own key to the apartment, but not to my (his former) room. With the lights off, he didn't bother knocking on my door, and before long he left the apartment. A few minutes later my phone started to buzz, and he left a voicemail saying that he hoped my move went well and for him to call me when I got in because he wanted to come over to pick up some things from my (his former room). Had I moved that stuff out of the room before, he might have grabbed it all and I would not have to worry about him coming back tonight. But seeing as how he just left me a voicemail saying that he would only come over when I was there, he seemed too lazy to come back if he thought I would not be there. For now, I decided to not reply. After all, it was my first night after a move, and I could play it off as too tired, or celebrating the new apartment somewhere, or whatever.
I took a deep breath and continued with my fun. I tried some different rope work (a bit gag, a slip knot that tightens around your wrist coil the more you struggle, and a few other fun ties). I pulled out the ice from the freezer, which was somewhat frozen but not completely thick. The string was still loose, so I removed the ice chunk with the key from the cup and tied it to the back of a chair. I then applied the ballgag with the lock. I decided to go with a simple hogtie; my hand and feet were wrapped in a coil of rope each, and there was a piece of rope with a slip knot at each end tied to both coils. So the second I started to tug between my hands and feet, the knot would secure me in place in a strict (but escapable) hogtie. I then pullout out the handcuffs and set the extra key next to my keys and scissors. I looked up at the ice chunk, which was starting to drip. I placed the cup under the ice so that it would collect in the cup. Also, should the key fall for some reason, it would likely hit the cup and make a noise, so at least I knew that the key was near the cup. I looked up at the clock, which was nearing a late hour, and snapped the cuffs on behind my back. With the singlet, gag, hogtie, and cuffs, I wish I had set the camera up to take some pictures. But I was tired, and so I went to bed, happy to have a new apartment, and happy to have my own space to practice selfbondage.
I woke up a few hours later starting to get sore. I wiggled over to the key and removed the cuffs, checked on my wrists and ankles, and kept the hogtie on, but loosened the slack. I also removed the ballgag. I slept like a baby.