A close escape - free selfbondage story

This is the story of how I nearly didn't make it out of bondage. At the time, I was still young and inexperienced and just learning the ropes, so to speak regarding the finer points of self-bondage.

It happened a long long time ago, when high technology was 64K and Ronnie Reagan was bamboozling the Sovs at their own game.

I was home alone and decided to put myself into a self-bondage since my parents would not be home for at least another 4 or so hours. Being young as I was, it really would have been the ultimate in embarrassment for my parents to discover me "all tied up." Hence the need to ensure I would be private for a substantial length of time.

I am also a plastic and rubber fetishist so i began proceedings by pulling on my bright yellow plastic raincoat and matching pants. Once I have worn them for a while they get so wonderfully sweaty. The sticky plastic really clings to my body.

At this point in time I had been spending a fair amount of time practising hogtying myself ( I'd never heard of the "Super Hogtie at the time ) and I was getting much too good at it. I'd already had had a couple of close shaves wriggling out of the wrist noose. So I decided to be smart. Before beginning tying myself up, I went down to the kitchen and got a short and very sharp knife... just in case! I put it on the small bedside table, handle facing me.

I bound my legs together at ankles and knees as tightly as I could. I love to be tied up really tight. A crotch rope went on next. After tying my legs together, I fashioned the wrist loop from a short length of rope, looping it twice before knotting it, hangman style. ( something like that, anyway ) I tied the end of this to the cinch rope around my ankles, making it as short as possible. I tested it a couple of times by experimentally passing my hands through it but not all the way. Once I was satisfied I would be able to pass my hands through the loop, I tied the ends off.

Then I lashed my arms to my sides as tightly as possible. With some difficulty, I cinched the ropes binding my arms together by passing the ends between the ropes and my armpits and pulling tight. My arms were noe almost immobilised. Lastly, I added a waist rope. I tied it just loosely enough so I could pass my wrists through.

I gagged myself with a pair of panties I had stolen the other day from my girlfriend of the time. They were still moist from her juices. (wow!) I completed the gag by tying a length of soft whit cloth around my head thus ensuring no speech was possible.

Quickly, I pushed my wrists through the wrist ropes. Movement was suddenly greatly restricted. It took several minutes and a fair amount of puffing and panting before I was able to force both hands through the wrist coil. I pulled it tight by pulling on the opposite direction on my ankles. I had successfully hogtied myself. It felt wonderful.

It was easily the best and tightest hogtie I had done to date ( this was before the incident at my flatmates house at university detailed in "A True Story" ) I rolled around ecstatically, luxuriating in the sticky plastic and the tightness of my ropes.

Eventually, getting worried my parents might come home earlier than they should, I decided to free myself. ( I always gave myself a safety margin of an hour ) It was not long before I realised that I would not be getting free without the aid of the knife. My hogtie was too tight. I could not create any slack which I needed in the hogtie rope to loosen the wrist coil to wriggle free.

I maneuvred myself so I could grip the knife handle with my teeth. At last, I managed to grip it and dragged it towards me. Suddenly disaster struck. I accidentally let go. It quickly slid off the sheet and disappeared between the bed and the wall. I was now REALLY helplessly bound with no chance of escape.

OH NO! What will my parents say if they find me like this? I was absolutely horrified with my own stupidity and bad luck. Fortunately, my bed was one of those trundle type ones. The trundle bed was in the spare room. ( we'd just had friends over the night before ) So I still had a chance to extricate myself from the bind I was in. If I just could wriggle underneath it and get the knife.

I had little difficulty sliding off the bed, knowing the thick rug would cushion my landing. Once on the floor, the gravity of the situation hit home and I came, just like that all over the inside of my plasic pants. Oh the relief! There is nothing like being truly helpless to get the ol' juices going!

Somehow, I managed to crawl under the bed. To no avail. The knife was lying flush and parallel to the wall so I could not reach it with my teeth. Tears of rage and frustation filling my eyes, I contemplated the prospect of discovery. Thinking fast, it occured to me to try again but to reverse in, so to speak and use my feet or toes that is, to get at the knife.

Again, I slid under the bed. This time, I was successful. I reached the knife with my toes and pulled it towards me. Eventually, I emerged from beneath the bed, clutching the precious knife in my hands.

It was the work of moments to cut the hogtie rope and free myself with 15 minutes to spare. My wrists were red and raw from the rubbing of the ropes as were my ankles, knees and upper arms. By then, I had been tied up for nearly two hours. It was several days before I could uncover them in front of anyone.

Once I had pulled off the last ropes, I slid off my sweat-soaked plastic pants, leaving on my raincoat and gag and got out a couple of bondage magazines to provide further stimulation. I completed a perfect evening by masturbating myself to one of the most God almighty orgasms I had ever had with my own hands.

A few minutes later, my parents arrived home... to find me reading a good book as if nothing had happened.