Stories of Tie Up Games

So this happened some years ago during a self bondage session. Just some background, I was in my early 30s at the time. I'm 6'2", average build but try to keep pretty fit, and I usually have some punk style haircut and often bleach my hair.

So I was living alone at the time and one of my favorite things to do on a weekend is a nice long self bondage session to relax after a long work week. So I stripped naked and started setting everything up. My bed was one of those old iron ones, perfect for bondage. Next got out my box of equipment.

I have some good quality leg shackles and a couple pairs of police grade handcuffs. When doing self bondage I'd just use one pair of handcuffs with the chain looped around the center rung of the headboard to make it easy to free myself. I also have a decent collection of different types of gags and a nice padded leather blindfold.

I spread out my cuffs on the bed and chose a panel gag with a stuff plug on the inside and buckled it securely into place. It also has a loop for a lock, which I secured with a small lock, not really nessecary but I liked the extra psychological effect I got from it. Then I got out my silicone butt plug and some lube and slowly slid it into place. I laid the keys for the ankle cuffs on a chair next to the bed where I could easily reach them once I had my wrists free, and the keys for the handcuffs laid near the top of the mattress where I could reach them. My huge mistake here was that the handcuff keys were just lying loose on the mattress, and since then, I always use a string to tie them to the rung of the bed.

I put some earphones in with rock music playing (this was before cordless so my phone was lying next to me on the bed) and knelt on the mattress facing the headboard. I reached down and clicked one cuff on my ankle, then looped the chain through the rungs leaving just enough slack to secure the other cuff. With my ankles secured, I lay face down on the bed. Then I strapped on the blindfold and cuffed my wrists to the center rung. I was all set. I relaxed and got into my subspace soon enough, and began to get aroused. I started to grind my cock against the vinyl sheet, first slowly then picking up a faster rhythm. I was grinding my cock against the mattress, and then when I was almost ready to cum I'd stop and relax for a while, before resuming again. I edged myself like this for maybe an hour or so, and then I was ready to orgasm. Picking up the pace and getting into a rhythm with the music, I started thrusting harder and faster. The rattling sound of the chains on the cuffs really turns me on and I shook the bed as I thrusted more rapidly. I was almost ready to finish when I heard the unthinkable, the handcuff keys fell from the edge of the mattress onto the floor.

I realized I couldn't possibly reach them and a shot of fear and panic went through me. Rather than stopping, at that moment my excitement became all the more intense. With the bed shaking and chains rattling I came hard. I lay there for a moment, letting myself catch my breath which wasn't easy while gagged. Then I began to examine my predicament. I pulled at my restraints. Almost no slack at all. There was no way I was going to reach the keys where they lay on the floor. I grabbed the center rod I was cuffed to and gave it a hard pull. Nothing. This was one of those hundred year old beds that was built to last. What the hell was I going to do?! I thought about my phone, as embarrassing as it was, maybe if I could rub my arm hard against the blindfold to get it off, and then get my fingers around the earphone cord, I could pull the phone up close enough to reach it. But then I remembered I'd put a lock on the gag and I always strap it in extra tight. Plus on top of that the door was locked on the deadbolt. Even if I could call a friend, they wouldn't be able to get in without breaking the door. Even with the gag I could probably make some noise, but the neighbor on the side of the house where my bedroom is was an old lady, quite hard of hearing. What had I gotten myself into?

I laid there for a while and was angry at myself. I'd been drooling so much around my gag at that point that my mouth started to get really dry and uncomfortable. I managed to rub my ears against my upper arms enough to get the earphones to fall out, because by then the music was annoying me, but I'd had no luck with the blindfold because it's one that buckles on and a lot harder to get off than the kind with just an elastic band. I'd been restrained for a lot longer than usual by that time and my limbs were starting to ache. I knew nobody would be expecting to hear from me until I went to work on Monday morning, as I'm an introvert and don't always call people regularly. This was Saturday.

It seemed pretty hopeless, but then I got an idea. When I pulled against the rung hard enough it would bend a bit, but not snap. I thought maybe if I pulled and pushed it back and forth enough the metal would start to get fatigued and snap. So I started to push and pull the iron rod with all my strength. For what seemed like forever I kept working at it, taking little breaks to rest from time to time. I'd left the air conditioning off and the house was starting to get warm and my body was covered in sweat. Finally I heard the rung snap! It had broken near the bottom where it fit into the iron casting. I got the chain of the handcuffs pulled through it, undid the blindfold, and grabbed the keys for the ankle cuffs off the chair. I unlocked my ankles and by that time having to pee really bad, I ran to the bathroom still gagged and with my wrists cuffed.

After using the bathroom I returned to the bedroom, grabbed the handcuff keys off the floor where they lay, and unlocked my wrists. Then I unlocked and removed the gag and took out the butt plug. I looked at the time on my phone. I'd been chained to the bed for more than 7 hours. I got a drink of water, took a shower, and cleaned up the mess and put everything away. The bed was a little bent up from all my pulling on it, but I was able to straighten it out and later borrowed a welder from my friend and was able in my garage to make a decent repair on the broken rung myself. Thanks dad for teaching me how to weld!

Now you'd think this might have put me off self bondage for a while, and as dangerous as this situation was, for me it had also been exhilarating. And I had a weird feeling of satisfaction of having gotten myself out of it without anyone having to know. Besides some marks on my ankles from pulling against the cuffs, I'd come out of that predicament without any lasting damage, and I was right back at it again the next weekend! But after that I always made sure to secure the keys so they wouldn't fall out of reach again.

I'm glad you got out of that predicament in one piece and intact. I dare not imagine what would have happened had that rung not snapped, or you ran out of energy to snap it.

I'm not judging, as when I was single and living alone I would do a lot of self-bondage (at least once a week), for pretty much the same reasons to relax from a work-week. Even once I got married, I would occasionally (with wife's permission) tie myself up an hour or so before she came home from work, in such a way that I could not escape without her help. It was almost a monthly ritual that we both enjoyed very much.

And then a house in our neighbourhood burned down.

So while I still do some self-bondage, it has been over 10 years that even self-bondage has been done only if my wife is around and we have means of quick escape should an alarm go off. Basically, if we cannot get out of house within 60 seconds, should an alarm sound, it's no longer worth it for us; my bindings are kept less than to the over-the-top inescapability I crave, which is now pretty much relegated to fantasy and fictional stories.