Upside Down Suspension Self Bondage (m/solo)
Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2025 11:56 pm
Hey there! I’m a long time TUG Stories reader who finally decided to add one of my experiences to the pile. Ever since I can remember I’ve always loved the feeling of being tied up. It started out innocent enough - like so many of us - with childhood games like cops and robbers, or pretend where the hero gets captured by the bad guy. Then came the internet. As the family tech guy, I ended up with unfettered, unmonitored internet access. And this was the mid/early days of the internet, after the advent of decent search and before any safeguards or the current wave of fan site only content cropped up. So pretty early on I was consuming more and more extreme bondage content, and getting into more and more extreme self bondage. This story is not so much a specific instance, but a walkthrough of a setup I would do every time I’d have that golden opportunity: The house to myself for several hours while family was away due to obligations they couldn’t come home early from. This would be one of my later experiences when I was 18 and had every step down to a science. Sorry it’s a bit long, I’m not a writer by any stretch, and I’m bad at being concise. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it anyway.
P.S. - Yes, I know this bondage is dangerous. I could have broken my neck. What can I say? Stupid kids do stupid shit..
That feeling of butterflies filled my stomach and pressed higher into my chest as I listened intently to the last car pull out of the gravel driveway. Moments ago my parents said goodbye as they headed off to work, my siblings having already dropped off at their work or after school activities. I wished them a good shift, as I sat at my computer playing some video game trying to act casual, like I wasn’t about to burst from excitement. I knew I had the next 4+ hours home alone. They weren’t even all the way off the driveway before I was peeking past the curtain to confirm they were gone. While I waited long enough to make sure no one was coming back to pick up some forgotten item, I already started my preparations.
I practically ran to my room to raid my small stash of supplies:
I stripped naked, tossing my clothes in a pile by the couch. I was already rock hard with excitement for the predicament I was planning.
I shoved the bundled socks into my mouth, filling it completely, just shy of painfully full. I wasn’t going to be making any sounds with that in, and to make sure it stayed that way I took the first of the white cotton strips and tied it around my mouth behind my head.
I stood on the back of the couch, and tossed one end of the rope over one of the ceiling beams, wrapping once around before coming back down. I positioned it so one end was hovering right around seat level on the center of the couch and then pressed it slightly into the cushions so it wouldn’t move, while the rest was draped down on the floor. I laid flat on the couch facing up, looking at the dangling rope calling my name.
I placed the second white cotton strip next to my head for later.
I grabbed the long length of rope and started a tie that I’d done a hundred times before, most of them on my bed. The first section was my feet and ankles. I put a bite in the rope around where my ankles would line up for later. A few inches past the bite I wrapped the rope in a figure 8 type motion around my ankles, securing them together while also putting enough mass in between that my legs wouldn’t be pressed too hard into each other. I cinched this off and then tied the bite to the cinch, that way, when the long tail draped over the ceiling beam pulled, it would not tighten down any more.
Next I moved the long side of the rope up to my knees, and repeated the figure 8 tie, barely managing to avoid rope burn pulling ~100+ feet of rope through my legs. A few loops above the knee, a few loops below, and I finished that section off with 2 quick cinches. Next, I moved up to my waist and added a quick 2 loop wrap around my body and tied it so that I would have an anchor point around my waist later.
Things were getting pretty restrictive at this point and I was getting pretty excited. I pushed the thought of pleasure away as I knew if I stopped to indulge myself now I would get distracted and waste this opportunity.
I powered forward and strung the rope up to my upper-arms and torso. I wrapped it around my chest and arms fully a few times, and then lopped the ever shrinking rope in under each arm to add a cinch point.
At this point, I grabbed the white cloth strip I set aside and blindfolded myself with it. The rest of the tie would have to be done by feeling.
I rolled over to my side, and brought the remaining rope behind my back. One last figure 8 tie around my wrists, with a final cinch that I had to blindly throw between my arms. I tied off the rope around my wrists, leaving a small tail of a foot or 2.
Now for the big moment. I wormed my way over to the hanging rope stuffed into the cushions and grabbed it firmly in my bound hands behind my back. I slowly, bit by bit, pulled the rope. The friction between the beam and the rope worked out so that as long as I held the rope with a decent grip, it wouldn’t slip, but a sudden jolt of slack would allow it to move easily. So I worked through the arduous task of pulling a few more inches of rope, hand over hand, while bending my knees to raise my body up. Once my body was a little higher I’d hold firm, and quickly straighten my knees. The rope would shift and settle out so that my ankles were held in the air a few inches off the couch. Shimmy my hands up and straighten my knees, and my legs were up at 45 degrees. Pull, shift, and my butt was starting to lift off the couch. Repeat, and only my torso and shoulders were touching the couch. One more, and my head was just dragging on the couch. One more, and I was dangling a few inches up. One final pull and shift and I was well and truly hanging free.. Or hanging captive?
Well, not quite captive enough for my tastes yet. I tied the rope I used to pull myself up to the waist anchor I made earlier. Followed by tying the tail end from my wrists to the same anchor. In an ideal world, they would be tied well away from my reach and I would be truly helpless. Alas, I had to be content with shifting my hands so that the knots were at least not touching my fingers and pretending I was stuck.
I struggled and flexed under the ropes, shifting and pending around trying to come in contact with anything, and failing. I pulled and twisted my limbs trying to escape the rope, but it held without any sign of letting me go. I swayed gently every time I took a break from my struggling to catch my breath.
In my mind I was fantasizing about a hot burglar breaking in, finding me, and re-doing my hand bindings to make escape impossible. I day dreamed of him having his way with me while I was still hanging upside down, before cutting just the rope holding me to the ceiling, stuffing my still bound body into a dufflebag, and making off with a victim who caught themselves for him.
Sadly, humans don’t really get along with being upside down well for very long. So after 30-40 minutes I had to start undoing the bindings and letting myself down. Of course, not before freeing one of my hands to jerk off. What would be the point in all the build up if I couldn’t finish?
I had my finale, untied the long line holding me to the ceiling, and slowly lowered myself to the couch. I went piece by piece undoing each level, the blindfold, the sopping wet, drool-soaked gag, all 150 tedious feet of continuous rope, knotted or cinched every few feet. When I finally wrapped up the faint reddish evening light coming around the ill-fitted cardboard was replaced with a deep orange streetlight glow. I hadn’t been strung up all that long, but including the setup it took a good few hours. It was time to finish cleaning up and go back to my evening, but not before checking the calendar to see when the next time I’ll have the house to myself is…
P.S. - Yes, I know this bondage is dangerous. I could have broken my neck. What can I say? Stupid kids do stupid shit..
That feeling of butterflies filled my stomach and pressed higher into my chest as I listened intently to the last car pull out of the gravel driveway. Moments ago my parents said goodbye as they headed off to work, my siblings having already dropped off at their work or after school activities. I wished them a good shift, as I sat at my computer playing some video game trying to act casual, like I wasn’t about to burst from excitement. I knew I had the next 4+ hours home alone. They weren’t even all the way off the driveway before I was peeking past the curtain to confirm they were gone. While I waited long enough to make sure no one was coming back to pick up some forgotten item, I already started my preparations.
I practically ran to my room to raid my small stash of supplies:
- A clean pair of ankle socks
- 2 strips of white fabric I had nabbed from scrap sewing supplies
- ~150 feet of ¾” thick, well worn, braided nylon boat rope
I stripped naked, tossing my clothes in a pile by the couch. I was already rock hard with excitement for the predicament I was planning.
I shoved the bundled socks into my mouth, filling it completely, just shy of painfully full. I wasn’t going to be making any sounds with that in, and to make sure it stayed that way I took the first of the white cotton strips and tied it around my mouth behind my head.
I stood on the back of the couch, and tossed one end of the rope over one of the ceiling beams, wrapping once around before coming back down. I positioned it so one end was hovering right around seat level on the center of the couch and then pressed it slightly into the cushions so it wouldn’t move, while the rest was draped down on the floor. I laid flat on the couch facing up, looking at the dangling rope calling my name.
I placed the second white cotton strip next to my head for later.
I grabbed the long length of rope and started a tie that I’d done a hundred times before, most of them on my bed. The first section was my feet and ankles. I put a bite in the rope around where my ankles would line up for later. A few inches past the bite I wrapped the rope in a figure 8 type motion around my ankles, securing them together while also putting enough mass in between that my legs wouldn’t be pressed too hard into each other. I cinched this off and then tied the bite to the cinch, that way, when the long tail draped over the ceiling beam pulled, it would not tighten down any more.
Next I moved the long side of the rope up to my knees, and repeated the figure 8 tie, barely managing to avoid rope burn pulling ~100+ feet of rope through my legs. A few loops above the knee, a few loops below, and I finished that section off with 2 quick cinches. Next, I moved up to my waist and added a quick 2 loop wrap around my body and tied it so that I would have an anchor point around my waist later.
Things were getting pretty restrictive at this point and I was getting pretty excited. I pushed the thought of pleasure away as I knew if I stopped to indulge myself now I would get distracted and waste this opportunity.
I powered forward and strung the rope up to my upper-arms and torso. I wrapped it around my chest and arms fully a few times, and then lopped the ever shrinking rope in under each arm to add a cinch point.
At this point, I grabbed the white cloth strip I set aside and blindfolded myself with it. The rest of the tie would have to be done by feeling.
I rolled over to my side, and brought the remaining rope behind my back. One last figure 8 tie around my wrists, with a final cinch that I had to blindly throw between my arms. I tied off the rope around my wrists, leaving a small tail of a foot or 2.
Now for the big moment. I wormed my way over to the hanging rope stuffed into the cushions and grabbed it firmly in my bound hands behind my back. I slowly, bit by bit, pulled the rope. The friction between the beam and the rope worked out so that as long as I held the rope with a decent grip, it wouldn’t slip, but a sudden jolt of slack would allow it to move easily. So I worked through the arduous task of pulling a few more inches of rope, hand over hand, while bending my knees to raise my body up. Once my body was a little higher I’d hold firm, and quickly straighten my knees. The rope would shift and settle out so that my ankles were held in the air a few inches off the couch. Shimmy my hands up and straighten my knees, and my legs were up at 45 degrees. Pull, shift, and my butt was starting to lift off the couch. Repeat, and only my torso and shoulders were touching the couch. One more, and my head was just dragging on the couch. One more, and I was dangling a few inches up. One final pull and shift and I was well and truly hanging free.. Or hanging captive?
Well, not quite captive enough for my tastes yet. I tied the rope I used to pull myself up to the waist anchor I made earlier. Followed by tying the tail end from my wrists to the same anchor. In an ideal world, they would be tied well away from my reach and I would be truly helpless. Alas, I had to be content with shifting my hands so that the knots were at least not touching my fingers and pretending I was stuck.
I struggled and flexed under the ropes, shifting and pending around trying to come in contact with anything, and failing. I pulled and twisted my limbs trying to escape the rope, but it held without any sign of letting me go. I swayed gently every time I took a break from my struggling to catch my breath.
In my mind I was fantasizing about a hot burglar breaking in, finding me, and re-doing my hand bindings to make escape impossible. I day dreamed of him having his way with me while I was still hanging upside down, before cutting just the rope holding me to the ceiling, stuffing my still bound body into a dufflebag, and making off with a victim who caught themselves for him.
Sadly, humans don’t really get along with being upside down well for very long. So after 30-40 minutes I had to start undoing the bindings and letting myself down. Of course, not before freeing one of my hands to jerk off. What would be the point in all the build up if I couldn’t finish?
I had my finale, untied the long line holding me to the ceiling, and slowly lowered myself to the couch. I went piece by piece undoing each level, the blindfold, the sopping wet, drool-soaked gag, all 150 tedious feet of continuous rope, knotted or cinched every few feet. When I finally wrapped up the faint reddish evening light coming around the ill-fitted cardboard was replaced with a deep orange streetlight glow. I hadn’t been strung up all that long, but including the setup it took a good few hours. It was time to finish cleaning up and go back to my evening, but not before checking the calendar to see when the next time I’ll have the house to myself is…