It seems, the best self bondage story is when something went wrong

It was a hot summer evening… Well it’s hard to belive it was just a couple of weeks ago! Now it’s about 5°C outside. Never mind. As I said it was a hot summer evening with the temperature above 30°C, when I decided to play my selfbondage game again.
Preperations
Several years ago I found a perfect selfbondage technique and now I use it everytime.
I have an ordinary bed, without railing or bedpost, which are so usefull in selfbondage. I couldn’t find english word for this type of bed (in the OXFORD Wordpower Dictionary it’s called “divanâ€) so I attached a picture for you


I took four belts from my trousers: two canvas and two leather ones. Then I made a noose with a buckle at each of them and attached to the four corners of the bed, as I was going to tie myself in spread eagle position. By “attaching†i mean just to put the belt-ends under the mattress. It’s enough because when I lay on the bed I press the mattress down with my weight (70 kg) and there is no risk I could pull those belts out anyway.
I found that the best way is to locate canvas belts at the foot and the leather belts at the top of the bed. I measured each of them to keep me streched wide on the mattress. Only the upper left belt was longer, to let me reach my right wrist and unbuckle belt when the game will be over.
At this point I checked if everything is okay. And I did it several times to be 100% sure I didn’t forget about anything. I got to the toilet (I wasn’t going to wet myself in the night), checked if the doors are closed, cooker is turned off etc. I also checked the combination padlock several times as it’s crucial part of the whole operation.

As I said, it was a hot day and the night was also expected to be warm. Therfore I left all windows opened and was going to sleep only in my shorts. Now I had to wait for the night.
When it became dark outside I put all the lights in my flat off. I sat on the bed, put my ankles into the prepared belt nooses and tighten it up. Then I lay on my back and did the same with my wrists. At this point only my left hand had a possibility of move.
I took the combination padlock and threaded it through the two belt holes at my left hand, for making it as short as the other three belts. Now, I could reach the padlock, but I couldn’t reach belt buckle on my right wrist nor the one on my left wrist of course (it’s anathomical impossible). This was the last chance for retreat. Again, I considered if I didn’t forget about something by inattention and... locked the padlock. The game has begun! There was no escape for me now, until the sun will rise and let me see four digits on the combination padlock


The joy of bondage
As usual, I had to check how good I bound myself. I begun to struggle, but belts kept me in place, no mater how hard I was fighting. I found myself totally helpless. And because I tied myself quite tight I was going to feel every second of it. I couldn’t lose belts even a bit.
And then I’ve heard a buzzing.

Tortures
I live near a big river and there’s always a lot of mosquitos around. This year was even worse, because city fought against three flood waves and although we won and city wasn’t flooded, big areas between the river and our flood-banks were still under water.
I’ve been so absorbed with the preparations to my selfbondage game that I forgot about something elementary – turning on the electric mosquito protector! Needless to say, that without it, my room was soon full of bloodthirsty mosquitos. And I was almost naked in there, securely tied to the bed in a spread eagled position!
Well, I ensure you that I fought long and bravely, because I fought FOR REAL. I knew it’s imposible to release myself from belts, but at least I tried to get those isects of me. Every time I strugled in my bonds, mosquitos got up to flight but soon they have landed on me again. And so on. Again and again, until I completely ran out of steam. I was exhausted, unable to fight anymore. For real.
I tied mysef so tight that I had no possibility to keep those mosquitos off me. All I could do is just to lay and let them eat me alive. The mosquitos had a royal feast on me, indeed. You have no idea how helpless I felt. It have no comparsion to the normal bondage situation. The worse was, that the insects seemed to know that I am totally harmless and defensless. You wouldn’t belive how insolent they behaved. At some point they didn’t even try to fly away when I tried to strugle. They were sitting on my face, tried to get into my mouth, eyes and nose…
Without a doubt, mosquitos are a cruel tormentors. They know no mercy. And that night, they had got me. I was their pray. Those small insects were in charge now. What a strange feeling! And I swear it looked like they were taking revenge for a thounsands of mosquitos killed by me during this summer. And my belts, it tightened even more, making me imposible to move even further.
I begun to try open the padlock gropingly. With four digits I had a 10 000 possibilities

Releasing
When the sun rised, my body was already covered with red marks. I was unimaginalbe exhausted. In the sunlight I easely menaged to find correct numbers on the padlock and soon I was free - my clever selfbondage technique worked well once again.
Now I was ready for revenge! Unfortutately I couldn’t find any of those bloodthristers. They escaped! Cowers!

Well, at least I have learn something new: it is just impossible to remember about everything. There is always a small chance that something will go wrong. So, there is no such thing as “safe selfbondageâ€. That’s me
