an unforgettable selfbondage session (M)

[Bondagefranz]

Hello everyone, I’ve been reading your exploits for a while and decided to join you by sharing my self-bondage experience that happened exactly a week ago.

I’ve been practicing self-bondage for years, using very advanced tying methods that leave no possibility of freeing myself unless you have keys, knives, or scissors. I’ve never had problems or dangerous situations: I’ve always had very long sessions where I was tied up from head to toe in total “safety” (even though we know that safety in our passion is never guaranteed).

This was the case until last week, when what I had always read about happening to others finally happened to me—I got stuck and was discovered.

Last week, taking advantage of the truly wolfish weather outside despite it being June, I decided to treat myself to a special session, since I hadn’t done anything for practically months (due to having two jobs and my roommate practically always being home when I was). But last week he wasn’t home, and I finally got to take out all my gear.

First, I put on a Lycra suit, not only because I love Zentai, but because I adore the mix of sensations on the skin given by Lycra and ropes together. It’s a very tight suit that covers from the neck down. After that, I gagged myself with a ballgag and started a sequence I could do with my eyes closed, without hands, because I’ve done it so many times.

I started by tying my big toes and worked my way up: ankles, below and above the knees, and then the thighs. After that, I started with a five-diamond karada. While the ropes wrapped around my body, I also passed them around my arms: above and below the chest (basically connected to the second and third diamonds for those familiar with Japanese bondage). The black of the suit, with the geometric shapes and contrast with the white color of the rope, drives me crazy (I practice self-bondage/bondage not only as an art form but also as a way to relax, almost like a long meditation session. Believe it or not, the sexual part is not important even though I left strategic knots on the genitals and anus: they stimulate, but not enough to have an orgasm).

After everything was done, I took the last and most exciting step: first, I placed the knife within reach for escape, then I took a zip tie and closed it very loosely, attaching it to one of the knots on the rope running along my back. It was basically a well-secured loop that could neither go up nor down. I passed the loop of a rope through it and the rest was simple: I put my wrists inside the loop, pulled the zip tie tight, and my wrists were perfectly secured behind my back with my arms perfectly parallel to the floor. Just like the pictures you see online of Japanese bondage.

I started to enjoy the situation, looking at myself in the giant mirror in my room and trying in every way to untie myself, which was absolutely impossible (knots far from the fingers and a zip tie that could only be opened by cutting it).

After about a couple of hours like this, I heard my roommate return. I panicked a bit because he came back much earlier than usual, but knowing he was practically a video game addict, I knew he would go to his room and stay there for many hours.

And that’s exactly what happened: I heard him go to the kitchen, prepare something, and then close his bedroom door. Not even 10 minutes later, I heard his screams while playing CoD with his friends online. Everything as planned.

After another hour of enjoying my beautiful Japanese self-bondage, I decided it was time to stop. I was on the floor, the knife was on the bed, and I just had to make the final effort to try to get up and reach it (this was also planned: I love struggling to free myself).

While using the wall as a base, I started pushing with my legs to try to stand up, something I have done hundreds of times in my life, but this time something happened that has NEVER happened to me in all my self-bondage experiences. As I pulled myself up, somehow the entire karada was pulled down, pulling my hands behind my back upwards so that instead of being parallel, they were now in an X position in the center of my back, with the wrist ropes obviously tightening even more. I tried to pull everything down again, but nothing moved. Oh well, I thought, I have the knife and I’m about to untie myself.

Wrong.

The new position of my hands made it impossible to get a decent grip on the knife, which didn’t give me enough force to use it: every time I tried, the grip was so weak that the knife fell out of my hands (imagine trying to cut a steak using a knife with only your index and ring fingers, for example!). I tried for at least another hour, but nothing, impossible.

I started to panic a bit, trying to figure out how to free myself, and decided that maybe the best solution was to use the scissors you use to cut nails or beard: being smaller and with rings, I might have a better grip and force.

I slowly pulled myself up again and started hopping to reach the bathroom. Here another problem arose: having my hands so high and in an X position didn’t allow me to reach the windowsill where they were resting. If they had been parallel like at the beginning, it wouldn’t have been a problem, but having them so high, with very little room, was literally impossible. I needed something long to reach them. I had to go to the kitchen.

I resumed hopping, entered the kitchen, tried to reach one of those long wooden spoons I use for cooking when suddenly my roommate walked in.

Panic, embarrassment, and the whole pantheon of emotions and sensations a person can have at that moment.

He looked at me and said, “Cool! A friend of mine also practices bondage!” He turned around, opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, and went back to his room without adding anything else. I was left stunned, in the middle of the kitchen, tied up like a salami, with a thousand question marks popping up around my head as if we were in a cartoon.

I recovered from the surprise, reached for the wooden spoon, hopped back to the bathroom, used the spoon to reach the scissors, and finally managed to free myself.

In total, it was a 6-hour session that I will never forget.

[copperfox]

First, glad you’re safe after that bit of a scare…it sounds like what could have gone horribly wrong ended up with a really positive outcome! Now that a couple of weeks or so have passed since that incident, some questions for you:

What was the first interaction with your roommate like after you were free? Did you talk to him later that day, or had the embarrassment not worn off by then?

I assume the answer to this question is “yes”…but have you talked to him about your self bondage exploits? Given his response to your situation, I can only imagine that either he’s into bondage or has more than a passing familiarity of it through other friends. How did that conversation go?

Since he’s cool with bondage (if not into it himself), have you guys discussed the possibility of doing TUGs together? If he isn’t into bondage (just really supports his other friends that are), it seems like he’d be okay with tying you up. He could also be a backup for you when you engage in your self bondage sessions. Something like, “Hey, I’m gonna get tied up for a couple hours…can you check on me when you get back in before you play CoD to make sure I got out?”

What else has transpired since the events in your story took place?

Great read, thanks!

[Canuck100]

Thanks for sharing, glad to know it all ended well for you!

@copperfox’s questions are really good ones. Hope you’ll come and tell us more about what followed and your other bondage adventures, self or not!

[Bondagefranz]

First, glad you’re safe after that bit of a scare…it sounds like what could have gone horribly wrong ended up with a really positive outcome! Now that a couple of weeks or so have passed since that incident, some questions for you:

Honestly, it was the very first time I was so stuck that there was no way for me to free myself. Thinking about it now, it is amazing how the fear fueled the excitement. I cannot honestly tell you if I was more scared or more excited to experience, for the first time in my life, a 'real' situation like that.

What was the first interaction with your roommate like after you were free? Did you talk to him later that day, or had the embarrassment not worn off by then?

I assume the answer to this question is “yes”…but have you talked to him about your self bondage exploits? Given his response to your situation, I can only imagine that either he’s into bondage or has more than a passing familiarity of it through other friends. How did that conversation go?

The only thing I did after the accident was to make sure he was okay with what he saw and that he didn't want to relocate because of it. I apologised probably a thousand times. He is a great person, very discreet, and honestly the best flatmate someone can have because he is very quiet and kind. I did not want to lose his friendship and his company in the house (I had people ghosting me after I confessed this pleasure of mine, and of course, my anxiety did not help in thinking clearly). He said that he was fine because it does not bother him, especially since he has a friend who does the same things. He is very open-minded, and between us, I use self-bondage to calm down (I suffer from severe anxiety and PTSD), while he smokes a lot of joints for the same reasons. We both had a very bad life, probably that's why we get along so well. So, that's probably why he was so understanding when I explained why I did it.

Since he’s cool with bondage (if not into it himself), have you guys discussed the possibility of doing TUGs together? If he isn’t into bondage (just really supports his other friends that are), it seems like he’d be okay with tying you up. He could also be a backup for you when you engage in your self bondage sessions. Something like, “Hey, I’m gonna get tied up for a couple hours…can you check on me when you get back in before you play CoD to make sure I got out?”

Nope, he was clear about this: 'I'm fine with that as long as you do not ask me anything about it of any kind.' I believe his friend asked him something about it in the past, which is probably why he wanted to clarify this from the very beginning. I did not ask anything about the other guy because I respect his privacy.

Yes, I might use him as a backup in case it happens again, in that I'm not going to plan things to purposely involve him. If it's an accident like the one I had... okay, shit happens. Otherwise, no, because BDSM is consensual and he clearly and politely said no

What else has transpired since the events in your story took place?

I still do not understand how the accident happened, because a karada is something very firm, so I'm still wondering how it could move so much to push my hands so high and how I could not reverse the problem.

However, I now understand why the Chinese and Japanese bondage likes to tie the hands in that way: it is incredible the restriction that you can have, so much that probably you do not need mittens or something similar, because hands and fingers have not only a very poor grip because of the position, but you have only 1/100 of the strength you normally have. Even a knot is within your reach, I do not think you could untie it considering the angle, the position and everything else. Unless you are a Yoga Master of course if which some extra flexibility might help.

Great read, thanks!

Your welcome!

[copperfox]

Thanks for the taking the time to reply! Your flatmate does seem to be a truly great friend with a fantastic character.

Even though he won’t be involved in your activities, I can imagine that there’s less stress on you in that you don’t have to “hide” your bondage from him anymore. By that, I mean that you don’t have to worry about getting caught (because…you already have!), and can probably just engage in it whenever you need to. At this point, there probably wouldn’t be any weirdness or embarrassment if he were to walk in your room and find you tied up. Something like, “Hey you wanna go grab something to…oh, never mind…have fun, let me know if you’re hungry later.” Or maybe (if it’s not crossing a line), you can just let him know not to disturb you for a while (and he’ll know what that means)…and you’re now free to get tied up as much and as for long as you’d like knowing you won’t be interrupted.

[tiedinbluetights]

Thanks @Bondagefranz for sharing your story and replying to everyone's thoughtful questions. I am super glad and relieved that everything turned out okay for you in the end and that you are lucky to have an amazingly cool roommate.

What particularly strikes me is that I too have a love of zentai and bodysuit self-bondage and I indulge in it (I only have two zentai suits one hooded, one not, but several leotard and tights combinations) because it also mostly relaxes me and I much prefer the feel of ropes against the spandex on my skin rather than directly on skin. I also suffer from anxiety and depression issues but not PTSD. However, I do have some friends that do also have PTSD. All this is perhaps why so much of your writing of your experience resonated with me.

I wish you all the best with many more decades of safe play and fun!