One Simple Oversight: Dangerous Self-Bondage
As I had stated in my previous story, I have enjoyed bondage since I was a young kid, and the tie-up games I engaged in with my friends throughout my teenage years became more and more involved and intense with each passing encounter. Since that faithful day when I was fifteen (see previous story) I had maintained close relationships with my friends Jordan and Chris. We understood our unique needs and desires, and I took for granted having willing and very able bondage partners available on a whim.
Beginning when Chris was nearing the end of his junior year, we had all discussed that it would be cool to attend the same college. We lived in Connecticut, and UCONN seemed the obvious choice. Think of it as a gentlemen’s’ agreement. Chris, older than both me and Jordan by a year, did end up going to UCONN. Jordan’s father was a legacy at Northeastern, and forbid him to attend a “lowly†state school. I was a reasonably talented lacrosse player, and managed to land a pretty good ride to attend the University of Vermont. I loved the school from the moment I laid eyes on the setting- in Burlington along the shore of Lake Champlain! However, gnawing at the back of my mind was the depressing reality of loosing contact with my cherished, and HOT, tie-up buds.
My relationships with Jordan and Chris were the result of a one in a million freak occurrence- how would I ever find another tie-up partner? What would I do, go up to some random dude and ask, “Hey, I’ve got some rope, want to tie me up?†Yeah, exactly.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved my college experience, but the first semester of my freshman year sucked. I had a hard time meeting like-minded people, and was a little depressed and VERY bondage starved! It was a rainy Saturday morning, and my roommate had gone off on a rock climbing trip in the Adirondacks. My other two roommates from the other bedroom in our suite had gone home for the weekend- something about a harvest. Farm boys…
I was alone, and bored. As if on a mission, I locked the outer door of our suite- I was determined. A ubiquitous unopened trunk lay at the foot of our steel framed bunk bed. I knelt and held the trunk’s padlock in my hand – it had, thus far, kept my controversial toy collection hidden. Quickly I turned the lock’s dial and the shackle opened, allowing me to open the hasp that kept the trunk closed. A tray sat just under the lid, which held a couple of boxes of padlocks and keys, duct tape, thick zip ties, and pairs of handcuffs (not the kind you buy at the fair) and leg cuffs. My pulse quickened as these familiar toys brought back many fond memories.
I removed the tray and placed it on the desk in my room. Beneath it lay dozens of coils of thick black rope. I had lengths that varied from one hundred to ten feet. This is what I had missed so much- the feeling of being helplessly bound in ridiculous amounts of rope. I scooped up an armload of these coils and tossed them on the floor at the side of my unmade bed (I slept on the bottom- big surprise!). One final return visit to the chest was required to rummage through the tightly packed lower layer. I had collected various restraints over the last few years, though these would need to wait for another day. As I pushed aside various roller buckle-clad implements, I finally uncovered what I was looking for- a black leather head harness muzzle.
I returned to my bed and set to work. I tied the end of a ten foot length of rope to the frame at each corner of the foot of the bed, leaving the unused portions coiled near the end of the mattress, and then added a doubled up length of rope to each side of the bed frame about three feet from the foot, again leaving the unused portions on the bed. I repeated this step at the center of the mattress- I already had six attachment points on the bed! The anticipation was killing me.
I tied the end of another doubled up piece of rope into about an eight inch loop, and wrapped the opposite end around the steel bed frame about two feet down from the head of the bed. I carefully positioned the loop so that it would effectively serve its intended purpose, and then tied off the opposite end so that the loop of rope only came up over the edge of the mattress by about ten inches. It was stifling in my dorm, and I was already sweating- my adrenaline pumping.
I kicked off my Adidas shorts and T-shirt, leaving only my boxer briefs on. My head was swimming- I needed so badly to be tied up! It’s easy to forget how important focus and attention to detail is when practicing self-bondage. From the coat hook in my room I pulled my heavy leather weightlifting back belt and wrapped it around the small of my back and reasonably defined six-pack, tightening both roller buckles as much as possible- I enjoyed wearing this even when lifting.
Now I began my last few bits of preparation. Using a ten foot length of rope I made a small version of a hangman’s noose, though only with a loop about two inches in diameter. I tied the opposite end to the frame at the head of the bed, and at the exact center of the mattress. The noose was left lying on the edge of the mattress. Finally, I used a short length of rope to make a coil that would accommodate both of my wrists. The coil was made from at least four or five loops of rope. I tied the two loose ends together on the last loop, and tested the coil around my wrists- there was the perfect amount of slack between my skin and the rope. I put the coil on the bed next to the hangman’s noose.
For as hard as my heart was beating, you would have though I was about to face a firing squad. I slammed the door to my room shut and reached for my favorite piece of bondage gear- my leather muzzle. I placed the muzzle over my head, pulled it over my chin, and positioned it correctly before buckling the collar around my neck. I tightened the straps that passed from the muzzle across my cheeks to the back of the harness, as well as the two lower straps that buckled just under my ears. The padded leather of the muzzle was pushed tightly against my mouth as I buckled the final strap that passed under my chin, preventing my mouth from opening. I tested the muzzle’s effectiveness with a shout, but heard only “mmmmphâ€- exactly what I wanted!
Already incredibly aroused, I sat on my bed and began to tie my right ankle to the frame at the foot of the bed. My early preparation allowed me to quickly bind myself. I did the same with my left ankle, which spread my legs to opposite sides of the bed. I knew that what I was doing was risky, but my excitement and arousal won out over butterflies.
While still sitting up I reached for the rope resting near my right knee. I used this thick double piece of rope to tie my thigh, just above my knee, as close to the side of the bed as possible, and repeated the process with my left leg. God, this felt great! Maybe I was a bit full of myself, but my gym-toned legs looked great tied up! I lay down, and reached for one of the pieces of rope tied to the middle of the bed frame. I passed this rope around the thick leather lifting belt on my right side and cinched it tightly before tying it off. I cinched the left side even tighter, and the belt dug just slightly into my skin. I now couldn’t move even a bit to the right or left, and couldn’t sit up.
This would be the most intricate self-bondage I had ever put myself into- I could usually find someone to tie me up. Without even a moment’s consideration, I passed each arm into the loops to the left and right of my head. My figuring was perfect- my elbows were held tightly toward the sides of the bed, though I could still touch my hands together. Endorphins rushed through my body as I reached for the small coil of rope above my head. I passed one wrist through the coil, and then reached for the hangman’s noose with my other arm. With one wrist still in the coil, I passed the slack through the noose’s loop and took a breath. This was it! I strained to stretch my arms as far above my head as I could and passed my other wrist through the remainder of the coil, on the opposite side of the noose. I relaxed my outstretched arms only slightly and the already taught noose closed- tightly - pulling the coil together between my bound wrists.
I lay there considering my predicament- my ankles were bound to opposite corners of the foot of the bed, while the ropes around my thighs and those attached to my four inch wide leather belt held my midsection immobile. My elbows were pulled toward the sides of the mattress while my arms were taughtly anchored above my head. I closed my eyes and tested my bonds. The struggling, pulling, and bucking was intense, and I yelled into my muzzle just for the fun of it! I had done the thing right- I was completely and utterly helpless, and drenched with sweat.
I tugged at the highly effective coil/noose combination that restrained my hands- this was the most difficult challenge in self-bondage. It can be hard to tie your own hands so that you can’t get out. I however, had done this before, and knew that all I needed to do was leave a pair of…….
“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!†my mind began to race. I thought my heart would beat through my chest. I pulled with all my might against my bonds. I bucked to the left and right, but remained in the exact same position- racked out on my dorm room bed. I yelled a tirade of fitting expletives into my muzzle. How could I be so STUPID?? I had totally forgotten the most important thing- tie a pair of scissors to the noose!! The only way I was getting out of this without an unimaginable amount of embarrassment would be to loosen the noose cinching the coil around my wrists. I flailed around some more- the ropes on my arms and wrists cutting into me.
I tried to pull it together, but was overwhelmed by a combination of terror and unimaginable excitement. I was as helplessly bound now as I would have been during any of my previous tie-up games. The cursed noose would be nearly impossible to loosen as long as my arms were pulling on it, but I had to try something. I began blindly working my fingers along the noose when- CLACK! The heavy deadbolt of the outer door of my suite slid open!!! Tears began to flow from my eyes. “HUNTER!?†came the inquiring shout.
I’ll finish this later…