Self-Bondage Accident - Very Almost Found Out!
This happened to me, KingMush, a guy from the UK, not too long ago, in a night where my parents were out for a supposed restaurant business meeting. Me with known being going to bed late at these times of the week, I was up for an interesting, and unforgettable night.
The lingering, unstoppable light was obliterated by the rapidly falling, inevitable darkness of the night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialised amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The old, traditional clock in the corner of my room, still there since a few years after I had bought it at an auction, chimed. Night had finally befallen me, wrapping the day in its dark blanket, filling the inky night sky with its specks of light - the sun slowly set against the horizon allowing the arrival of the potential full moon rise to its glorious beauty. Out of my windows I saw, as it always was in front of our street which was on the side of the town, near another part of the town after a little walk by the seafront, the many trees, which were darkened by the blackness of the night. Only their shadows remained, hiding their former selves from the bright and life-filled day which no longer was.
My room which had been mine for many years, ever since I moved here not too long ago, contained a large bed, neatly made, two straight-backed chairs, a washstand, a bureau --without any mirror-- and a small table. On the side was a closed, unused mirror probably filled with dust alongside the tidy and new, painted wardrobe in white. The long, cylinder light at the middle of the ceiling of the white-painted room lit it carefully, and made the closed curtains warm up like a small oven, as well as the heating being turned on not long before. Although, I always turn it off before actually sleeping, as it saves energy and money, as well as being really useful as it lowers your bloody temperature, very useful for sleeping. A big fly was buzzing angrily at one of them drawers now, up and down, up and down, trying to get out. I mean the curtains were closed, so, I guess it got confused as to where the windows were. Not too smart for bug. So I just opened the door and it fled off, something quite clever in terms of them, in my own experiences.
It was then, that out of the blue as planned, I decided, since my parents were out at a restaurant for some sort of business meeting, that I decided.. Self-bondage tonight! How about that? Perfect opportunity! I mean, they hadn't seen me and would not see me for a little while until they came back, so I guess I had a few hours. They had been gone for a while, but, as they said, they would be a few hours so I rested along. They always knew I slept late, so they might have crept in to sort some things out. I swear, they always leave stuff in my room. It's so irritating at times, but then again, parents will be parents. As for equipment, it's not like I'm some dominatrix getting loads of specialised equipment for bondage that I need, although that would be nice, but I had exactly what I had needed with enough practice and sufficient research on safety and uses. I had a large number of scarves, some which belonged to my mother, and I got them all out, ready for work.
I figured I needed to start on something simple: the gags. I tried OTM gags, but those always fell off, then I tried cleave ones, but then again, they don't really muffle you that much, and spitting them out is too easy for game. Duct tape, eh, a pain to get off anyway, so what I did was found one of those old squeaky, stress-balls and to my surprise, it fit exactly in my mouth, just like a ball-gag, but without a strap. Still, it was strong enough to resist the pushing of my tongue and the grinding of my teeth, but not too tight either to choke and to hurt my jaw. Basically, quite convenient as all the stores were closing anyway. So I decided to tuck one in nicely in my mouth for a start, so I didn't have to worry about it later on. I sprayed my nose and cleaned it thoroughly so breathing would not be subsequent problem, as I had a bit of a cough but that was then suppressed.
As for the clothing, for better imagery, well, I was only wearing my boxers, grey in colour, as I thought it would be less messy and less tight, and perhaps less warm and sweaty without all my clothes on. Besides, they were long enough like shorts, so that wouldn't be too much of an issue. I had tried a few ties at first, with my ankles, and wrists, but they were pretty simple and kind of a warm-up for more efficient ties. I took a break or two, and the time passed on quicker than I had realised, me without realising at times. So in the end came the bigger game, as I decided to try something that may work, after a few experiments to try. I started by gagging myself with the ball nicely tucked in my mouth. After, I tied my thighs tightly enough together. They seemed to not be able to move alot, but didn't cut off circulation one bit.
It is then that I initiated things, and started tying the top of my ankles together with a few scarves, which were tightly enough tucked in and were almost part of my ankles, so I knew it was tightly enough for me not to be easily able to escape. With another thin, but colourless scarf, I rolled it in after tying a noose with the other wrist, which formed a rather loose pair of scarf-like cuffs, which with some effort would come off but with tight enough for safety and enjoyment. It was then, that for the good finale of it all, that I decided to blindfold myself with another thicker, longer scarf multiple times, to add to the suspension. I roughly knew where the tie is for the connection, so that was fine as I had good motor skills to guess. So here came, as I tightened the grip on my scarf-cuffs, and forced them deep into the bottom of the ankle ties, up to the other side, almost touching my legs and tight enough, so it was king of like a tie where your wrists are put into an ankle tie, if that makes sense.
It was then that my wrists were almost like forced into a prayer position, difficult to physically, and psychologically, break an effective hold of. Supposedly, I still had quite alot of time left, so it was really no use trying to escape at this given time, so I just started after a good time of experimentation and revision on my bondage techniques. I felt the grip tighten as I fell to the side, and noticed how tight I finally managed to make a self-bondage tie after so many hours of trying. It wasn't perfect, but it was good! It felt right, the pressure was good enough, I could actually struggle for real, and it did not occur to me that it would take a while for myself to untie completely. For a few moments I rolled down, to the sides in the corner of my room, in total blackness as for the blindfold, unknowing of the time going by, almost like I was already sleeping but in a real dream.
Truly a beautiful, countless night in the blind eyes of no one knowing what you do, but you. You, if you're lucky, as it seems indeed. You may want to do the tying or be tied up. You might love the beauty of a perfect knot. Doing it yourself is more, well, less awkward for some, but I suppose a bit harder and dangerous at times, but I was okay with safety, I looked it up and didn't do it as blindly as some might think. I struggled in my beautiful, unbreakable tie, unthinking of the future, as I mumbled and muffled in my gag, drooling in between and sucking it back up, but enjoying it drip out of my mouth dauntlessly, fantasising to be a submissive to a powerful, god-like dominatrix. Truly a beautiful dream which, by illusions, can come to life dauntingly.It was, but time was forgotten in a consequence of it. Midnight falls like a rich velvet blanket of black, swallowing up the day, draining the colours to grey and then to nothing at all, and so it was it that came, the bright new day, but still the long old night of before. By midnight the darkness is almost absolute, only a smattering of luminous stars scatter the heavens. Even the moon has waned to almost nothing and I cannot see even my hand in front of my face, for I was bound and gagged on the floor, helpless to my inner thoughts, and they even could not save me from this madness. The future was always something I had worried about. And there, it finally came, with karma and justice, to make me remember that time is of a precious nature and not limitless at any given time, much as I'd want it to be.
Time had begun to dissolve into itself, as shapeless as the rain, as I heard the front door of downstairs click open, with some mindless chatter amongst the not thick enough walls, thankfully for me, as I realised what I had been waiting for had finally happened, and my blockhead, stupid head forgot about the time. The time! Of course, how could I have forgotten? It is then that I activated my fight or flight response, fighting with everything I had with adrenaline, the cramps pumping into my legs because of the sudden struggling, and the pain was as staggering as ever.
On the edge of the bed, I suddenly ripped off my tied blindfold, threw it on the side of the bed still in a half knot, and as the bright light was blinding me, I moved as much as I can like a goldfish, moving towards the closed, but unlocked door as I heard my mother coming up the stairs, seemingly aware the lights were on in my room through the holes on the sides of the door. I muffled, trying to get her away, although they were too weak so as I came to the door with all my force and pain, I finally threw myself on the side to the door, blocking it as powerfully as I could as I heard the incoming footsteps, and I knew it was coming to my room. With my grinding teeth I mindlessly scratched the back of the ball inside my mouth, and after softening it and pushing it with my tongue as a result, I spat it out along with all the drool-filled saliva coming out to the floor and wetting the ball like a birthing frog, I tensed myself up as the door was about to open violently.
'Hang on, I'm just getting changed! Hang on!' I repeated, almost as if I was paranoid about still being silenced, but psychologically this time. For so long, and it still felt as if I was tightly bound and gagged. How weird can something brainwash you so much, how very much applicable. She responded with a happy-sounding, verbal nod as, with the rest of my adrenaline, struggled, but thankfully at the end, managed to undo the knots on my cuffs made of scarves with my strong and opposing thumb, and got that down jingled up with the rest of the ankle ties, as I managed to scratch-fully rip off my hands from the time, and, thus being unable to walk yet, untied my thigh ties, before throwing them to the side of the room near the wardrobe, where I had found them for the first time, and then I started to work on the ankle ties as a result. It was for a good few minutes, but in the end I finally found the sweet spots and got them off one by one and cleaned them up, and my mom came back and grabbed something she had left in, apologising for the intrusion, probably mistaking it for my tired-looking soul that crashed on the bed after such a happening.
After that, the long night of sleep was followed by an pleasurable amount of insuperable happiness. So shall it stay put, a smile eternally stained upon my lips. My joy, my love, my laughter, my cheer. All will reach the ears of those who have forgotten the warmth of such harmonies. I will share it all. I will play life’s song, the swelling symphony that can mend any broken heart. No child will be left unsmiling. Those were my honest thoughts for such an intruding, erotic night of pleasure and games. Although it was on my own, the human brain is powerful, and it captured me, and left me tied in a downed, submissive state. Abatement, allayment, alleviation, amelioration, appeasement, assistance, assuagement, balm, break, breather, cheer, comfort, comforting, consolation.. All things were felt like the moment of shock from last night was rubbing away from my brain. It seems such a strong and powerful bondage can leave you so free in the end, making it worth it at the time, before, and later on.
I guess now, it's quite an important part of my life. I've always loved it, so it was quite an experience for me. I know I use quite broad and big terms, almost like a story, but it's really true and not exaggerated, which I guess is what makes it all the way better, I do indeed suppose. Not the only experiences in my life I've had with such occurrences, so I guess there'll be more coming up. For now I shall enjoy what I have and wish for better and more interned adventures in the future, and I indeed thank you for taking the time for reading this not too long, but well thought out adventure I have experienced, and I wish you the best of luck in your TUG adventures.
Thank you for reading! More will come out!
The End