Being lucky (M-self)

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Being lucky (M-self)

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Having the week off and nothing much planned due to lockdown, here’s a short real experience.

Being lucky
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The ratcheting of the handcuffs sealed my fate. Without assistance, I would not get out of this situation I placed myself in. Over the years I have become particularly good at making myself helpless. Depending on the situation, I can get out by myself or, like in this case, I need somebody to release me. That somebody, my partner, is upstairs, having a Christmas Google Meet with a bunch of her female friends. With Covid-19 still going around, we are in lockdown, and in person visits are not allowed.

The clock in the bedroom shows 11 PM. It took me around 30 minutes to get helpless. Before going down I was part of the Google Meet, but the only other guy on the call left, so I let the women have their own fun without men. While the sound was muted, I told my partner what I was going to do and when she came to bed, if she would release me.

“If I feel like it.” Was her answer, which was often her answer, giving that little extra doubt to the situation.

I said goodbye to the people in the meeting and went down to the basement where our bedroom is. I had prepared everything beforehand. The 5 ropes I was going to use, the leather cuffs, the steel cuffs, a blindfold, earplugs, bungee cord, and my ankle straps. After changing into my shorts and t-shirt, visiting the washroom, and feeding the cat, I sit down on the wooden chair, a single light on in the room. The chair is a Bow back Windsor wooden chair with 5 vertical rungs. A sturdy version of the chair, which I found was great for bondage. I placed one rope, a ¼ inch rope, on the chair seat, in front of the 5 rungs, running the rope on either end around the rear chair leg, before guiding it up onto the seat again guiding it around the main part of the chair back, one side to the left, one to the right. This rope will come in play later.

“Let’s do this.” I said to myself.

Not that I needed morale support, I knew what I was doing. Locating the middle of the first rope, a 1/8-inch cotton rope, I ran one end to each rear chair leg, looping it around the leg, just under the seat, before guiding it over my hips back to the other side. This rope, much like the bottom part of a seatbelt in a car, would keep my hips firmly in the chair. The rope is long enough to make 4 passes over my hips before I place a knot right in the middle of my hips. Just a simple knot, my hands will not be able to reach it once locked up.

“One down.”

For this position, I will have my legs on either side of the chair, so I obtained (from Amazon) two ankle straps with heavy d-rings. They close with Velcro, and have a d-ring on either side, so when they are around my ankles, the two d-rings come together. The Velcro prevents them from falling off. With that, I grab the second rope, a ¼ inch rope. With my feet on either side of the chair, I wrap the rope just above the knees around my upper legs. The seat is between my knees, so I do not need to pull it tight as I cannot close my legs. I start to wrap the left-hand rope around my left leg and around the front left leg of the chair. There are 5 wraps. This keeps my leg in place at the knee. After doing the same with my right leg and the right front leg of the chair, I wrap the leftover rope over the wraps I made at the start, pulling the rope tighter between my legs, before tying another simple knot.

“Two down.”

Now it is time for the third rope, the one I already placed on the chair. With either end hanging down at the back legs of the chair, I took the right end and looped it once through the d-rings on my right leg. Running it back to the main part of the chair backrest, looping it. A second loop through the D-rings back to the chair backrest is all I need. I repeat the procedure on my left leg, using the rope that is hanging down on the left side of the chair. Now for the fun part, pulling the rope. I pull on both ropes, the left, and the right at the same time, pulling my feet of the floor. I keep pulling until my feet are a hand width away from the seat. My toes can’t touch the floor anymore. As I have a decent amount of rope left, I run the left rope to the wooden piece that connects the front leg and the rear leg about halfway up the legs. Looping the rope around it and back to the seat has the added effect that it prevents my ankles from moving sideways. There is enough rope to run it one more time that way. I repeat the process on the right. With still some rope left, I wrap the right rope around the rope running from the seat to the d-rings and the rope running to the cross bar. After 7 wraps, which makes it all a little tighter because the ropes are pulled together, I loop the end of the rope under the previous loop and pull it tight. No need for a knot, I will not be able to reach it anyway once done. The same gets done to the rope on the left. My legs are now pretty much helpless.

“Rope number 4.” I sigh, starting to feel the familiar feeling of helplessness.

This rope is thicker, probably a ½ inch rope. The center of the rope is looped around the top of the middle slat of the chair back. I run the rope over my shoulders and under each armpit back to the chair, looping it around the 2nd and 4th rung. This will keep my shoulders in place. Next the rope is looped around my chest, at armpit height from the left to the right and right to left, heading back to the 2nd and 4th rung. I repeat this at a slightly lower level, so that I have one set of ropes running above my chest and one below. Crossing the rope over my stomach, I run it around the top of the back legs, pulling it tight. The rope goes over my hips, one around the outside slats and ends on my hips, close to there the first rope was knotted. Another knot and this last rope remain fixed in place.

“One more to go.” I grin.

This last, short, rope is more to tighten things up than anything else. I loop it between the shoulder loops of the last rope, wrap it around one more time, before looping it in the middle of my chest around the rope just above my chest, followed by a loop around the rope below my chest. Next it the loop around where the crossed ropes meet and finally it loops around the ropes around my hips. The rope kind of runs down the middle of my body, looping around all the ropes wrapped around my upper body. A simple knot and this rope is also good to go.

The only unrestricted part of my body are my arms, but I need those to fix my gag and the rest. First earplugs. Regular industrial ones, making it harder to hear sounds. Once they are in place, the ballgag. A 2.25-inch ballgag, nice and tight so I cannot dislodge it. Next are two leather ankle cuffs, but I use them for my upper arms, just above my elbows. Satisfied they are secure; I strap on the blindfold. The world is now dark. I grab the bungee cord. I hook the end to the d-ring on the cuff on my left arm, running the bungee cord through the middle rung of the chair back and to the d-ring on the cuff around my right arms. I grab the ends of the cord in either hand and guide them behind my back, switching hands. Pulling on the cord pulls my elbows together. I can’t get them close, but this works nice. Looping the hooks on the end through the ropes on my hips keeps the tension on. I found this works good for getting them stuck behind my back.

“Last things.” I think, as I am gagged.

I make a final check of my bonds, grab the handcuffs, and loop them around the middle rung of the chair back, just above the seat. It always takes a little effort, but I manage to get the left cuff around my wrist and close it. This is the point of no return, as up to this point I would be able to get out if needed. Before I can change my mind, I close the other cuff and know I am helpless.

“Hmmppfff.”

That panic feeling comes over me, knowing that I will be helpless sitting on this chair until somebody lets me go. I have no idea whether this will be within the next 5 minutes or 5 hours. It would not be the first time she comes to bed and decided to leave me, just to let me know who has the power. Who knows, I might get lucky…
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I never had the courage to practice self-bondage with my tug partners or mrs Canuck. They had/have no idea I do this. Sounds like a very interesting scenario, not knowing when you’ll be released.

Curious to see if you got lucky or not... 8-)
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Canuck100 wrote: 3 years ago Curious to see if you got lucky or not... 8-)
Depends on your perception of getting lucky. In total in the last week I have been stuck to that chair for about 12 hours. Some sessions were less than an hour, the longest one was 4 hours. I woke up at 3 AM and could not sleep, so my partner found me all tied up when she woke up around 8 AM. I had to go to the washroom, otherwise I might have been there longer. After such a session, I need some recovery time. I slept really well after most sessions.

Not knowing when you will be released makes it 'interesting'. She knows my limits, but likes to push them.
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Post by Ropelover28nj »

Wow,wish I could practice such a tight self bondage session,wish I had a girlfriend i could put that much trust in that would let me have that much fun😁
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