Self Bondage

by Want2Bbound

22 Jul 2019 8488 readers Score 8.2 (43 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


"Mmmpppfff!"

It was the only sound I could make as I strained to move another few inches across the rug. The way my mouth was gagged prevented me from saying anything other than some very muffled grunts. My body was sweating quite a bit now - after all, I had been in this predicament for a little better than two hours now, and I still had a good way to go before I could reach the kitchen and the scissors. I stopped to give my aching muscles a rest and to give my raw feeling skin of my cock a respite from the rough carpet.

I had been eagerly anticipating this day for over a month. I actually had a weekend all to myself, and had laid careful plans to make good use of it. I had been wanting to try this method of self-bondage for better than a year now but this was the first time I had really put myself in a bondage that I felt would be very difficult to get out of. Most of the time, usually after a shower and before heading to work, I fantasized about an intruder in my home. I just simply tied my ankles and knees with a couple of pieces of nylon rope, taped my mouth with some sticky duct tape, put a vibrator between my toned legs, then tied my hands behind my back with some more of the nylon rope. The vibrator would do its thing - simulating a rapist - and after about 15 minutes, I would undo the knots on my wrist ropes immediately after I had come. With time, I had gotten quite good at tying my hands rather tightly behind me, but the nylon rope didn't knot up too tightly for me to undo it after a few minutes of picking at the knots. Once or twice I was late for work, so I started to keep a pair of sharp scissors handy - one with serrated edges that would cut through rope easily - a few feet away from me on the night table near the bed.

Today, though, things were considerably different. I had one of my frequent trips to New York City recently and had stopped in a new bookstore while walking through midtown. You see, I had led a fairly sedate life in the town where  I lived; often considering my fantasies of being tied up, and occasionally tying myself, an "unusual" but really harmless vice I chose to indulge in. Over time, I began to share my fantasies in chat rooms and groups I joined on the internet but mostly depended on myself to satisfy my needs. This bookstore I stopped in seemed to be dedicated almost totally to bondage. I had never dreamed I would see so many magazines showing heavily bound men and women, and they actually had displays of gags, handcuffs, etc. I almost bought one of the ball gags- it looked interesting to me – but in a bookstore?!?

Curious, I did pick up several of the magazines though, focusing on the gay ones and had read them from cover to cover, slowly imagining myself to be the guy in every picture. I had determined that I would figure out a way that I could tie myself like the men I saw in the pictures. One of the magazines had several letters from readers in them, and several of them were from people, like myself, that enjoyed tying themselves up. I read the descriptions of what they had done with great interest, and made up my mind that I would try to REALLY tie myself the next time I got a good chance.

The opportunity soon presented itself as a conference I was attending wrapped up on a Friday evening and I opted to stay the weekend in my hotel. So I had woken up early Saturday morning, excited at the prospect of being tied for a long time, in much stricter bondage than I had ever used before. I put on a robe, went to the kitchen and made some coffee then back in the bedroom, and opened the package which arrived for me earlier. The box had rope, tape, and vibrators in it. I had added a few purchases the past few weeks leading up to this moment. I already had a six-inch vibrating dildo that I had gotten years ago - this was the one I had used on myself in the past. It had two new partners now. One was a five-inch long, really smooth dildo, and the other was a quite thick, ten-inch long vibrating butt plug. I put new batteries in all the dildos' battery packs, turning each one on to test it.

Slowly, I slipped off my robe smiling at what my friends, neighbors and co-workers would think if they saw me walking around in the nude preparing to act out a fantasy. I was actually a little surprised at myself - I came across as the type that would immediately cover themselves with a towel getting out of the shower or walking around a pool. I got out my escape scissors, and took it to the kitchen, passing through the dining room and living room to do so. This time, the scissors would be three rooms away from me.

Returning to my bedroom, I put the box of ropes on the edge of the foot of the bed, and began taking out the coils of rope. I had quite bit more rope now - I had bought LOTS more of the nylon rope, and had bought several packages of cotton clothesline to add to that. I had cut the rope up into varying lengths to use with the plan I had worked out for myself. stood up and used a fairly long piece of rope to tie my waist snugly with about ten loops of rope cinching in my waist. I then tied one free end of another ten-foot piece of cotton rope to the middle of the waist ropes behind me. I let it dangle down between my legs and got the new tube of KY-Jelly out of the box. I put a generous amount of it on my finger, and bending over, lubricated my asshole by sticking the finger all the way up in it. I repeated this three times until it felt like my ass was full off the stuff.

Next, I put a thick coat of the jelly on the ten inch butt plug and slowly worked it into my ass. It felt huge at first - you see until this moment, I had never had anything up my ass before like this - but finally the whole length was in. I could feel the head of it pressing against my insides.

Holding the dildo in my ass with my left hand, I then used the other hand to pull the rope in between my legs, making sure it passed over the base of the butt plug, then poking it up and through the middle of the waist ropes in front. I pulled it taut, then passed it in between my legs, cinching to the waist ropes, ten times. The butt plug was firmly held in with enough tight rope so that there was no way it could work out of my "fantasy rapist' filled ass.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and went to work on my legs next. I found it was harder to bend over to tie my ankles when your asshole is full, but I got a good eight-inch band of rope tight around my ankles. I used the last couple of feet of the rope to make cinch loops in between my ankles. This made the ropes quite tight - I liked the feel of tightness. Before I started to tie the rest of my legs, I tied a short piece of the cotton rope to the back of the cinch loops on the ankle ropes.

I let the free end of this lay out to the side on the floor. I then tied wide bands of rope above and below the knees, pulling cinch loops through to tighten them like I had done on my ankles. I looped the free end of a real long piece of rope around my thighs, pulling tightly enough to sink the rope in my thighs a little. Before I finished tying my thighs, I put the six-inch vibrating dildo in between them, taking care that the head of the dildo was pushing into my scrotum. Since the vibrator was going to be tied there by the thigh ropes, I made sure it would stay put. The rest of the rope was then wrapped tightly around my thighs, locking the vibrator into place was another rope which I used to wrap around my stiff cock. My legs had never been so tightly tied before - I found I couldn't even wiggle them back and forth. I almost came to the point of orgasm then - and I hadn't even turned on the butt plug or the vibrator yet!

I thought I had better take care of the gag next, since that couldn't be done once I had tied my hands. I had taken a washcloth earlier from the bathroom that I folded so it made a wad about two inches thick and two inches wide. I then put this in the middle of a the sash from the robe which was then folded over the wad several times to trap the wad in the middle of the sash. I knotted the sash on both sides of the wad so it would be impossible to move out of my dry mouth. 

I opened my mouth wide and stuffed the wad all the way in. It really packed my mouth completely so I had to shove it in hard to get the whole wad in. Satisfied that my mouth was now quite thoroughly stuffed, I passed the free ends of the sash around the back of my head, pulled them as tight as I could, and then knotted it with two really tight knots. I then decided to test the gag and yelled as loudly as I could, getting a thoroughly muffled "Mmmppfff" as the only sound that came out through my tightly packed mouth. I loved the really helpless feeling that being well gagged gave me - I had always used tape before, but found that it was too easy to get off my mouth if I used my tongue to wet it. And if I pulled the tape all the way round ny head to prevent that, then I had to contend with the sticky mess getting it out of my hair. This gag really meant it was quite impossible to get out without my hands free. The next move was to turn on the butt plug and the vibrator. I turned them on, putting them at medium speed.

Moving quickly now - the butt plug & vibrator were almost putting me over the edge - I got out two last pieces of cotton rope, both about twelve feet long. I tied a slip loop in the free end of both pieces, making one of the loops larger than the other. I made sure I could reach both of the ropes from in back by putting one just in back of my left hip, with the other one in back of the right hip. I put my arms in back of myself and slipped the large loop up my arms until it was just above the elbows. I then pulled the slack out of the slip loop until the elbows were about three inches apart. I then wrapped most of the rest of the rope around my arms above the elbows until there was about three feet of the rope left. I tossed the free end up and over the elbow loops, then repeated this twice more so that I now had three cinch loops over the elbow ropes.

I pulled the free end and yanked it several times until my elbows were now about an inch and a half apart behind me. I tossed it over one more time, letting that loop hang loose enough that I was able to pass the free end through it. This I then yanked tight. The cotton rope took care of cinching that loop tight. I then made two discoveries - the first was that my bound elbows made my chest stick out a bit. The second discovery was that there was no way I could reach the slip knot I had made - my elbows were now quite helplessly tied. I now knew that if I tied my wrists that there would be no escape until I got to the kitchen and the scissors.

But, I had waited too long for this to stop now, so I pulled the slip loop from the last piece of rope over my wrists, then pulled the slip loop tight. Quickly, I used my fingers to loop the rest of the rope around my wrists. I had found that if I made a loop over the top of one wrist, then under the other wrist - making kind of an "X" of ropes in between them - that I could tie my wrists together quite nicely. 

Once I got to about two feet of rope left, I passed the free end in between my wrists, then over the ropes. I repeated this five times, pulling out all of the slack each time. I made another loop over my wrist ropes, leaving slack so I could pull the free end through. This was then yanked tight, locking the cotton rope into an non-slipping cinch loop. I repeated this twice more, knowing that my wrists were now tied, cinched, and quite impossible to get loose without the scissors.

I knew that I was now quite thoroughly tied up, with no way out other than cutting myself loose. I hesitated a moment, then thought "What the hell - this is what I have been wanting and dreaming about - go ahead and finish it!"

I turned sideways on the edge of the bed and lowered myself carefully so that my bound legs were now bent beneath me. I fumbled for the free end of the rope I had tied to my ankle ropes earlier. I found it and passed it over the wrist ropes then back down to my ankles. I passed it underneath the ankle cinch loops then knotted it tight at the ankles. I let myself lean against the end of bed and slowly slid down the rest of the way to the floor. I laid there on my side for a moment, feeling the beginnings of a truly awesome orgasm shoot through me. I had the wild impulse to roll over so my now throbbing cock and electrified nipples would be mashed into the coarse rug. With great effort I did so, feeling the rough carpet bite into my cock. I spasmed, screaming into the gag as an earth shattering orgasm swept through my bound body and I came. I was panting and sweating now, but was glad to be gagged as I was sure my screams of pure pleasure would have roused the entire hotel!

I squirmed against the ropes, finding that I had done a really masterful job on myself. I could not get any slack in my arms at all, thanks to the tight hog tie which I had put myself in. I also found that I could not reach the knot at my ankles to undo the hog tie. I tried moving my body across the carpet and found that with great effort, I could move about two inches at a time - I also felt my nipples and cock being rubbed by the rough carpet. After ten minutes, I was really sweating, but had almost made it to the bedroom door.

I decided to rest my aching body, and since the butt plug and vibrator were still buzzing merrily away, had yet another mind-bending orgasm. I considered my predicament - I was still two whole rooms away from my scissors, and was quite helplessly bound, gagged, and hog-tied. Every time I moved it just simply excited my trembling body more as my erect cock ground against the carpet - every time I rested, the plug & vib took over and BOOM! And off I went again.

"I have been at this for two hours now," I thought as my mind came back to the present, "and my body aches like crazy, my cock feels like raw meat, I've cum five times, and I still have to get through the living room."

I kept working at it, and a half hour, and two more orgasms later, finally made it to the kitchen. There, I cut my hog tie rope and had to rest for five minutes before I had worked up the strength to cut my wrist ropes. I really had to work to cut the elbow ropes, but finally set myself free. I turned off the plug and vibrator, and untied the rest of the ropes, leaving a huge pile of cord in the middle of the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, I was in a hot shower, feeling completely wiped out as the hot water soothed my aching muscles. Closing my eyes, I thought about the experience I had just put myself through.

"Well," I said to myself. "It'll be a while before I do THAT to myself again." I then smiled, "I may have to wait until tonight!"

by Want2Bbound

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