After finishing up some cleaning and having dinner, I got ready for my big night, as I had the most ambitious self bondage session plan. I decided to not just spend the evening in bondage, but I was going to try to sleep in bondage. It's something I've always wanted to do, but kept putting it off for one reason or another. Once I finished eating, I started the process of getting myself all dressed up. I won't bore you all with all I have to do in order to crossdress, but once I was ready, I was wearing a black dress, black pantyhose, and heels. After adjusting the hair on my wig and giving my makeup one final check, it was time to get into bondage.
The dress looked similar to this one for reference, although the top part was a wrap design.
I placed a chair in my bedroom and got all the ropes I'd need as well as a roll of microfoam tape. I started process of tying myself up, starting with tying my legs together. I tied them together at the ankles and above the knees. Next, I grabbed a bigger coil of rope, a pre-tied coil of rope, and the micorfoam tape roll, placing them all on my lap. Before I did any more tying, I tested the pre-tied rope coil, slipping my wrists into it. It was decently tight, but still loose enough for me to slip my wrists in and out consistently. I'm sure some of you are wondering if I had some scissors nearby. I did not. Before any of you understandibly chastise me for not following self-bondage safety 101, let me reiterate I can slip in and out of the rope coil with no issue. Even with rope around my body constricting my movement further, it's still not enough to keep me from slipping out. I've been using method since I was a teenager and have never got stuck. Anyways, moving on. Next, I ripped off a strip of tape, pressing it against my lips and smoothing it out as much as I could. I then took the larger coil of rope and tied it around my body and the chair. Just like the rope coil for my wrists, I make it loose enough to slip my arms in and out, although I can make it fairly tight. Granted, it's not quite as tight as somebody else doing the tying. Finally, I slipped my arms through the rope coil around the chair and slipped my wrists into the small rope coil. Just like that, I was chair tied and gagged, or least as close as I could get from self bondage.
I looked over at the clock on my endstand. It was a little past 7:30. I relaxed my body and mentally prepared myself for the long haul. My mind wandered to the scenario I was acting out. Like many self bondage sessions before, I pretended that I had been kidnapped and was being held for ransom. Not the most orignal scenario, but one I always loved to act out. I imagined my kidnappers saying they were going to make my ransom demand to sit there and be quiet. After that, I thought to myself, "well, I guess I'm stuck here". My mind then went to
focusing on my bondage. I was pleased how the ropework turned out, and I felt reasonably helpless. I tried to talk, but couldn't because of the gag. A little bit of half-hearted struggling and then got myself into the mindset that I wasn't going to be free for a while.
As many of you who have done long-term bondage, one of the hardest things about being tied up for extended periods of time is boredom. Fortunately, I have an active imagination and partly imagined the way the scenario would play out. Afterward, I started to focus on other things or just going through random thoughts in my head. One of the thoughts that almost always goes through my head when I do self bondage is a weird kind of disbelief that I'm in the situation I'm in. There I was, fully crossdressed, tied to a chair, and gagged. Like many times before, I always wondered why I like to do what I do. But hey, I like what I like.
After a while, I let myself out and took a water and bathroom break. I went back into my bedroom and started the process of tying and gaggin myself again. Once I secured myself, I let my mind wander again as a form of distraction. The evening crawled along and at one point, it felt like time was almost stopping. Still, I perserved. After what felt like fovever, it had been almost four hours since I started. At this point, I was starting to feel tired, as it was late and I was feeling very relaxed from my extended session. My plan was to spend the night tied to the chair and by God I was going to do it. At this point I was actually starting to nod off. I never thought I could just nod off while being gagged, but I guess I can if my mouth is not stuffed.
There's more to the story. If you want me to write the conclusion, let me know.
Love to be tied-up