my best and worst selfbondage experience (M/CD)
Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2018 8:03 pm
This story was first told in Bound Anna's selfbondage forum:
My best selfbondage experience is also my worst in the sense that is was a bit scary but also a big turn on.
For the experience I had dressed up in a polo, shorts and nylon pantyhose. As allways in my stocking feet.
I had taken an old and small knife for my release and secured it to the end off a 20 meter long rope. I was to lay the knife far away and securing myself to something, so that i would have to drag the knife to me in order to be able to get loose.
The knife was in place and the rope to pull it back was at my side, and I started to work on my tie. I decided on a cinch noose wristcoil hogtie with white cotton rope.
First I tied my ankles crossed with rope. I love crossed ankles tied especially with stocking feet. Then I tied my legs above knees and cinched them tight. Then I tied the noose to the back of my ankles, making sure the knot was in front, so that I could not reach it. No easy escape there.
After that I cleave gagged myself with a bandana and tied a rope from a heater in the room to my waist so I could not squirm my way out to the knife. My arms were strapped to the side with a belt, and finally I lay down on my stomach and hogtied myself with the cinch noose wristcoil.
I got a little scare already at this point as the rope tightened at my wrists like I had never felt before. It was a particularly good tie I could already feel, and it turned me on right away.
I squirmed and struggled a little satisfied, that I was really tied tightly, and then set out to pull the knife back. It was hard work especially as my fingers were going numb because of the tightness of the rope. But living alone as I did at the time I knew there was no other way, so I tugged and pulled in what felt like hours ( in reality it was just a minute or two I think).
Finally I had the knife in my hand and was about to cut my hands free. I had deliberately chosen a dull knife, as I didn't want it to be easy. That was stupid – The knife was to dull to cut the ropes. I realized I was stuck with horror and panicked. At the same time I was sort of aroused to in a way I had never been before and actually came as I lay there struggling.
As I had struggled a bit and found out that I only made the ropes tighten, I was able to calm down. I looked at the ropes and decided to try to cut the rope connecting ankles and wrists. As it was a single rope I hoped the dull knife could do it, and luckily it could. Then I turned to the rope securing me to the heater. It was also a single rope so I managed to cut it. Now I could squirm and wiggle out into my kitchen.
In the kitchen I had a magnetic holder for knives on the wall. I hoped that I could manage to stand up so I could get to one of the knives and cut my wrists loose.
At this point I realised why crossed ankles and nylons on my feet is a bad idea on a smooth floor. Every time I tried to get up I slipped and fell down on the floor again.
I was really panicking now as well as my wrists were almost totally numb by now. Then I simply tried to sit on my knees and see if I could reach the knives with my head luckily I could, and I tried to knock one of the knives off the holder. I managed, and finally I was able to cut my wrists loose even though I actually cut myself in the process.
Finally I freed myself and lay down for a spell on the floor exhausted but strangely satisfied as well.
As I said in the beginning my best and my worst experience.
My best selfbondage experience is also my worst in the sense that is was a bit scary but also a big turn on.
For the experience I had dressed up in a polo, shorts and nylon pantyhose. As allways in my stocking feet.
I had taken an old and small knife for my release and secured it to the end off a 20 meter long rope. I was to lay the knife far away and securing myself to something, so that i would have to drag the knife to me in order to be able to get loose.
The knife was in place and the rope to pull it back was at my side, and I started to work on my tie. I decided on a cinch noose wristcoil hogtie with white cotton rope.
First I tied my ankles crossed with rope. I love crossed ankles tied especially with stocking feet. Then I tied my legs above knees and cinched them tight. Then I tied the noose to the back of my ankles, making sure the knot was in front, so that I could not reach it. No easy escape there.
After that I cleave gagged myself with a bandana and tied a rope from a heater in the room to my waist so I could not squirm my way out to the knife. My arms were strapped to the side with a belt, and finally I lay down on my stomach and hogtied myself with the cinch noose wristcoil.
I got a little scare already at this point as the rope tightened at my wrists like I had never felt before. It was a particularly good tie I could already feel, and it turned me on right away.
I squirmed and struggled a little satisfied, that I was really tied tightly, and then set out to pull the knife back. It was hard work especially as my fingers were going numb because of the tightness of the rope. But living alone as I did at the time I knew there was no other way, so I tugged and pulled in what felt like hours ( in reality it was just a minute or two I think).
Finally I had the knife in my hand and was about to cut my hands free. I had deliberately chosen a dull knife, as I didn't want it to be easy. That was stupid – The knife was to dull to cut the ropes. I realized I was stuck with horror and panicked. At the same time I was sort of aroused to in a way I had never been before and actually came as I lay there struggling.
As I had struggled a bit and found out that I only made the ropes tighten, I was able to calm down. I looked at the ropes and decided to try to cut the rope connecting ankles and wrists. As it was a single rope I hoped the dull knife could do it, and luckily it could. Then I turned to the rope securing me to the heater. It was also a single rope so I managed to cut it. Now I could squirm and wiggle out into my kitchen.
In the kitchen I had a magnetic holder for knives on the wall. I hoped that I could manage to stand up so I could get to one of the knives and cut my wrists loose.
At this point I realised why crossed ankles and nylons on my feet is a bad idea on a smooth floor. Every time I tried to get up I slipped and fell down on the floor again.
I was really panicking now as well as my wrists were almost totally numb by now. Then I simply tried to sit on my knees and see if I could reach the knives with my head luckily I could, and I tried to knock one of the knives off the holder. I managed, and finally I was able to cut my wrists loose even though I actually cut myself in the process.
Finally I freed myself and lay down for a spell on the floor exhausted but strangely satisfied as well.
As I said in the beginning my best and my worst experience.