Got What I Asked For

I have been into self bondage for years, since I hit puberty. Due to not having a trusted partner, self bondage is a must. I remember a gradual descent into different bondage situation, like a cloth gag from the Detective Stories and the movies, to rope and ball gags. I really never was able to “get stuck” without some help. I did not like the feel of handcuffs, because there is no real hope with them, you click, they stick, and you need a key to get out. I have always liked the feel of rope on my skin, the struggling with the ropes being defiant, to me that is bondage! I would always tie myself up and easily get out after I had “finished.” and cleaned up.

Needless to say I was aching to be tied up and stuck, at least for a couple of hours. I have read about the hogties in all the self bondage websites and read all of the stories and determined to finally reach my bondage nirvana. Since I lived in an apartment by myself, I was able to have privacy without much reason to believe I would get caught. I had recently broken up with my girlfriend because I let it out of my “other side” such as cross dressing and bondage. She freaked and told me not to call her again and said I was a pervert. She gave me back my stuff in a box, but left some dresses in there as well. I pulled out the dresses, which are business suits (she is an executive and wore business suits everyday) and laid out my bondage items; several feet of cotton rope, different lengths, stiletto heels, peavley pantyhose (Hooter’s girls hose), white satin panties, white satin bra, white half slip, thigh length, makeup, wig, and a ball gag. I laid the items on the bed and thought, if I am going to do it, let’s go the whole show; I will be a real damsel in distress.

I actually shaved my legs, took a bath and ensured all hair was removed from my body. I put on the panties, pantyhose, half slip, bra, and sat to put on the wig and makeup. I was surprised to see how much I looked like a female and how sexy I felt. I had the pre-bondage butterflies and wanted to savor the event. I had the week off from work, no responsibilities, and no plans. I thought about how I was going to tie myself up and thought of all the times I chickened out, called in a pro, and the event was ruined and costly. I told myself I was going to be tied tonight and struggling possibly all night. I ensured I did not drink or eat anything for the last five hours to ensure I was empty and not uncomfortable for my long term plans. I tried on the business suit and the skirt was a little snug, but was tight pencil skirt type which felt sexy, the blazer did not fit, so I put on a satin blouse I bought, not quite a match, but I was not really ready for a fashion show.

I planned to be a damsel getting ready for work, but robbed by an intruder, tied up and left tied to ensure a successful escape. I had several blocks of ice in plastic cups frozen in case they are needed for such an occasion as the stocking ice timer. I tied the stocking to the drapes with a paramedic scissors being help up by a 16oz chunk of ice. I went to the bedroom to enter my bondaged realm.

I tied my ankles in the harmony concepts ankle tie, wrapped around the heels to ensure I cannot kick off the heels. Snug. I tied my legs above the knees; which I do not recommend for any long term bondage pursuit. Snug. Put in the ball gag in front of the mirror and it looked so delicious with the red lipstick, I looked like a damsel in distress alright! I put a black stocking over my head, which proved to be a mistake. I made the noose tie for a hogtie and set the light timer on my television.

To give a picture, I have a large room with a bed, enough room to maneuver to the door, it is about 4:30pm in the winter, so it was getting dark. I put a bondage DVD on and set the TV timer for 2 hours, the same amount of time for the movie to end and get the blue screen for about 18 minutes which will be my indicator the TV will go off soon. I watched the DVD for about 5 minutes to gain courage to tie my hands and get stuck. Thoughts in my head about worst case scenarios were having me recheck all of my route and my situation, all seemed to ensure an enjoyable, bondage session.

I created a loop with the rope for my wrist and ensured I had a short line from my ankles with the noose rope and put the loop through the noose loop. I laid on my back arched up to place my wrists in the loop, it was a little snug, but with some wiggling I was in, I took a deep breath and rolled over, The rope pulled and my body stayed arched, I cannot believe it, I am really stuck in a hogtie. I struggled with the ropes and they were unrelenting, I was officially stuck, there was no way to get out of this position, I could barely move!

Well, here I am a bound damsel. I had a little panic set in at first because I was never tied by myself and not able to get out. The stocking was making the room a little darker than I wanted, but I was able to watch TV and place myself in the scenarios. I started to fantasize about being the damsel robbed and tied. I got excited and came as an explosion. As we know, after the explosion, I am ready to be untied and be done with the bondage, well; being tied in such a way prevented that relief. I am thinking “what have I done, I am not going to get out,”

This is the time I realize that being tied in a hogtie prevents any quick movement. I tried to move but found it difficult and frustrating, and quite surprisingly more arousing. I felt my shoulders becoming sore and my knees a little tight around the upper thighs, above the knee where I had tied them. After a few times of falling, I managed to get to my knees, mistake, the pain was immediate and I fell forward again because of the rope tied around my knees. I took a rest and then the blue screen appeared on the TV, I haven’t much time to get a sight path of the ice timer, or I might not be able to get out of the bedroom due to the darkness. Started to roll to the open door, but then the TV went out and it was pitch black, the stocking made it more darker than it was and I could not find the door at all. I lay on my side and thought “I got what I asked for, with spades!”

I calmed myself down and thought the ice is melting, I will get out, it will take some time; let the memory last and reached my bondage nirvana! I felt sexy and tried to picture myself as a beautiful damsel tied by robbers and rubbed my thighs together to feel the silkiness of the pantyhose, I started to inch my body forward like a worm to the area by the door, I banged my head on the wall lightly and felt around to find I managed to be on the other side of my bed which is away from the door. My sense of direction was totally off at this point and I managed to turn around and inch forward towards my thoughts where the door might be.

I arched forward and hit the door causing it to close somewhat, I thought I will not be able to get out if the door closes, I wiggled to the side and meticulously felt the door side with my fingers and pushed it back open, thankfully it did not latch! I was in the hallway leading to my living room to check on the ice timer. I still could not see a thing due to the stocking and the cardboard over the windows I placed because I work nights.

I thought about how much my ex-girlfriend would be offended to catch me in this position, especially wearing her skirt. I thought about her coming over and making me be her slave, seeing me and being turned on and making me do things with her, and round two of the explosion hits. I stopped my inching because the explosion takes a lot out of you and I was very tired. I was tied for what seemed to be hours and thought about better planning or having a buddy system to ensure my rescue if necessary. I thought the living room has to be close, so I will wait it out a little longer, even if the scissors have fallen by now, I would never see them until some light came on. I thought next time I should set up a camera, (infra-red) to document this trial and tribulation. My fingers were getting numb and my legs were really sore, I was hoping I would get the scissors before I lost the feelings in my hands.

I laid back on my side for another rest and started to doze off. I awoke in a startle realizing my predicament and my hands were numb. I still could not see. I frantically inched my way to the placed where the scissors were going to fall (it was a straight shot directly from the bedroom). I saw it was becoming morning and a little more light was shining slightly in the living room. I was thinking, I have had to be bound for over 14 hours!

I felt the puddle of the melting ice and waited a while (hours probably, time stays still during a bondage session). The scissors fell on my back and bounced off. I searched around but with my hands being numb there was not feeling for the scissors. I sighed at my situation and calmed myself again. I inched backwards and saw the scissors about 10 feet in front of me. I inched my way to the scissors and with much frustration and struggling I cut the loop around my wrist and was free.

My thighs were numb still and I felt the feeling back in my hands. I took off the stocking, felt the mess I made by struggling around in the wet carpet and the explosions in my panties. I cut the ropes and was totally free. I felt as though I should punish myself and wear woman’s clothing the rest of the day. I took a shower, had another “explosion thinking of the night’s events, and put on new woman’s clothing and pretended to be a damsel the rest of the day. By the end of the day, I had five explosions and my feet were really sore from the heels. In the future, I have learned to be stuck, but closer to the scissors and not using a stocking over my head. Live and learn.

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