Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby SolidSnickerdoodle » Fri Mar 11, 2016 3:01 pm

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.
Last edited by SolidSnickerdoodle on Fri Mar 11, 2016 8:00 pm, edited 4 times in total.
There is only one God, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: Not today.

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby Jay Feely » Fri Mar 11, 2016 3:05 pm

nice story and what a relief you did not get caught.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby canuck100 » Fri Mar 11, 2016 5:13 pm

Great story! Too bad it's your only one, you're a really good storyteller. I hope you have more tugs ahead of you!

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby Sniffmyfeet » Fri Mar 11, 2016 10:15 pm

Thank you for sharing your exciting story with us! Don't worry about your writing style. It's lovely how your story is not simply a dry series of ties, but that you describe your thoughts/feelings as well. It's great how you build suspension by describing the sounds you heard.

I don't think you have aught to worry about regarding your mother's entrance while you were bare-chested, as you'd covered up the evidence of your self-bondage. Just my €0.02.
bondage /'bɒndɪdʒ/ noun & verb. ME.
A The condition of being bound or tied; fig. subjection to authority, constraining force, or obligation. LME.
‣b
spec. Sadomasochism involving binding, handcuffing, etc. M20.

(SOED, 6th ed.)

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby spd138 » Sat Mar 12, 2016 9:18 am

Very nice store. Not too long at all. Didn't the rush of nearly being caught add to the fun if not a little bit

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby FelixSH » Sat Mar 12, 2016 10:46 am

Nice story. As the others said, there is no need to apologies - it's not that long (and even if it were, why would length be a bad thing?) and it's the type of story that I like most. For me this site is still foremost interesting for reading childhood memories of kids tieing each other (or themselves) up, so this is pretty ideal, I think.

Thanks for sharing your memory.

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby Thatworm » Sat Mar 12, 2016 10:48 am

Is she or was she the type to tickle you a lot? Might have been fun if you would have been tickle tortured but if you're not that ticklish then eh...

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby mikeybound » Wed Jun 01, 2016 8:19 pm

Lucky you. Trust me, that's one nightmare you don't wanna go through.

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby KingMush » Fri Jun 03, 2016 7:42 am

Same that's why I only do it very briefly when they're around. Or I just lock my door somehow.
War, war never changes.

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby SolidSnickerdoodle » Sat Jun 04, 2016 12:26 am

KingCamembert wrote:Same that's why I only do it very briefly when they're around. Or I just lock my door somehow.

Yeah. I would have opted for that, but the lock on my bedroom door has been broken for years. Truth be told it's never really occurred to me to have it fixed. Being an 18 year old who likes his privacy it can get a bit annoying at times. I've tried to get her to knock, which she does, but it ultimately ends with her coming in anyway (hence the photo reference in the story above).
There is only one God, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: Not today.

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby KingMush » Sat Jun 04, 2016 12:27 am

SolidSnickerdoodle wrote:
KingCamembert wrote:Same that's why I only do it very briefly when they're around. Or I just lock my door somehow.

Yeah. I would have opted for that, but the lock on my bedroom door has been broken for years. Truth be told it's never really occurred to me to have it fixed. Being an 18 year old who likes his privacy it can get a bit annoying at times. I've tried to get her to knock, which she does, but it ultimately ends with her coming in anyway (hence the photo reference in the story above).


Why don't you 'lock' the door by putting like a chair or something to block it?
War, war never changes.

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby SolidSnickerdoodle » Sat Jun 04, 2016 12:48 am

KingCamembert wrote:Why don't you 'lock' the door by putting like a chair or something to block it?

Because then it's all, "Why are you blocking the door? Do you have something to hide?" Then I have to deal with this whole mess. It's just simpler this way. Also it doesn't interfere to terribly with my personal business anyways.
There is only one God, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: Not today.

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby SolidSnickerdoodle » Sat Jun 04, 2016 12:50 am

mikeybound wrote:Lucky you. Trust me, that's one nightmare you don't wanna go through.

I can only imagine the nightmare that would have unfolded if she had found me. It's strange. This happened over 4 years ago, and even though she didn't find me just the thought of "What if she had?" is enough to send shivers down my spine.

She's not very accepting of this sort of thing. The topic has never actively come up in conversation, but after hearing her reaction to a Fifty Shades of Grey trailer, I'm pretty certain of what her thoughts on the matter are (I BLAME YOU FIFTY SHADES OF GREY!). She would probably insist that I had a serious problem and that this issue needed to be addressed, and if not that then at the very least we would have to make loads of awkward eye contact afterwards.

There's been a few times since then where my secret has been very close to being exposed. None of which have actually spilled the beans for me. But even afterwards it takes a solid week for me to get over the stress.

I can say one thing. If I do ever have a son or daughter one day, and I do happen to discover them engaging in self-bondage (even the more intense kind such as this case) I would do my best to be nonjudgmental. At most, I'd probably caution them to be safe and make sure they aren't doing anything dangerous. After that, I'd probably just pretend like it never happened. Also, I probably wouldn't tell that I'm into it, purely because a child knowing about their parents fetishes seems a it weird.
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There is only one God, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: Not today.

Re: Almost caught in self-bondage by my mom

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Jun 05, 2016 12:22 am

SolidSnickerdoodle wrote: Also, I probably wouldn't tell that I'm into it, purely because a child knowing about their parents fetishes seems a it weird.

Hallo SolidSnickerdoodle, your lucky that you now live in time where know your are not only. That was my view before I cam in your age. That is for me the other face of the coin. Perhaps are both faces of this coin are not good.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show