My First Time (M/Self)
Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2022 12:15 am
Hi, long time lurker (around a year), first time poster. I finally have a story to tell!
I can't remember a time when I wasn't interested in bondage, even at two years old I would go to bed each night and try to imagine what it would feel like to be tied up. I've yet to have an intimate relationship, so asking any partners to tie me up has been a no-go, and I was always too scared that if I suggested a game that involved being tied up, my friends would become suspicious and shut themselves off from me.
Unfortunately I didn't always have that tact with my family, I still cringe whenever I remember excitedly telling my mother about a suit I'd read about that felt exactly like being tied up (which is often).
My aunt tape gagged me as part of a bet, but I don't count that, nor do I count securing my legs with a belt, because that was a spur of the moment thing. After months of increasing restlessness, I decided earlier that when my dad was out, I would go on one of my many excursions to the local shop. Rather instead of just chocolate, I would also buy a roll of tape.
Dad left and I ensured that I had enough money to buy everything before heading out, I ran into him outside the pub and couldn't resist a "sticking around" joke. At the shops I bought chocolate both for him and myself before grabbing some brown heavy duty parcel tape from the rack. Despite having a good explanation if anyone asked why I was buying tape (a birthday *and* Mother's Day coming up, with neither person living close by), I was absolutely terrified as I placed the roll on the counter, but I somehow managed to keep my cool. I feel like the cashier suspected something, but maybe that's just me being paranoid.
I left the shop and pocketed the tape, walking to the pub under the pretense of wanting to give Dad his chocolate, but really it was just to gauge how long he was going to be out. I had ample time. I felt so cheeky, standing there just a foot away from him, and he had no idea that in my pocket was what would allow me, after years of waiting, to finally live out my fantasy.
I went home, locked the door and grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen before going up to my room. I pulled my socks up to make sure no leg hairs were exposed and took the tape from the package.
I was ready to begin.
After fiddling about trying to find the end of the tape, I finally started pulling it off the roll, revelling in the sound it made. I put it on my legs and although I got the first two layers tangled together, I persevered and made six rounds up and down my lower legs before cutting the tape.
Inspired by the legendary bondagefreak and the countless fantasies that have arisen from the many nights spent reading Bound And Gagged In A Sleeping Bag, I reached for a sock I had lying on the floor, but it was too large for me. Not wanting to give up, I hopped/waddled my way into Dad's room, where I grabbed an ankle sock of mine, only worn once but never washed in the months since and made my way back to my bed. The feeling of having my movement restricted was intoxicating the entire time.
I put the sock in my mouth, it actually fit! I backed down however and decided to go for a simple wrap gag instead. I pulled my hood up and placed the tape on the side, but it fell of when I started to pull, so I reapplied it to my left cheek and made four rounds before using the scissors to separate gag from roll. I tested the effectiveness of the gag, trying to say "Hello". I'm thrilled to report that I was unable to do so in an intelligible manner. I turned around and enjoyed the sight of my gagged face in the mirror.
I pulled my legs up onto my bed, trying to soak in the sight of them wrapped in tape and testing the strength of my bonds. I wasn't able to break them. I flexed my jaw muscles and reared my head back, which served only to tighten my gag, bringing the feel of the tape against my skin into focus.
Having read a lot about sub-space and with my time-management being of questionable ability at the best of times, I didn't want to risk getting caught and so made the painful decision to cut my first proper self-bondage session short.
Although I would have preferred it to last longer, it was an amazing experience, and I can't wait until I have the opportunity to do it again
I can't remember a time when I wasn't interested in bondage, even at two years old I would go to bed each night and try to imagine what it would feel like to be tied up. I've yet to have an intimate relationship, so asking any partners to tie me up has been a no-go, and I was always too scared that if I suggested a game that involved being tied up, my friends would become suspicious and shut themselves off from me.
Unfortunately I didn't always have that tact with my family, I still cringe whenever I remember excitedly telling my mother about a suit I'd read about that felt exactly like being tied up (which is often).
My aunt tape gagged me as part of a bet, but I don't count that, nor do I count securing my legs with a belt, because that was a spur of the moment thing. After months of increasing restlessness, I decided earlier that when my dad was out, I would go on one of my many excursions to the local shop. Rather instead of just chocolate, I would also buy a roll of tape.
Dad left and I ensured that I had enough money to buy everything before heading out, I ran into him outside the pub and couldn't resist a "sticking around" joke. At the shops I bought chocolate both for him and myself before grabbing some brown heavy duty parcel tape from the rack. Despite having a good explanation if anyone asked why I was buying tape (a birthday *and* Mother's Day coming up, with neither person living close by), I was absolutely terrified as I placed the roll on the counter, but I somehow managed to keep my cool. I feel like the cashier suspected something, but maybe that's just me being paranoid.
I left the shop and pocketed the tape, walking to the pub under the pretense of wanting to give Dad his chocolate, but really it was just to gauge how long he was going to be out. I had ample time. I felt so cheeky, standing there just a foot away from him, and he had no idea that in my pocket was what would allow me, after years of waiting, to finally live out my fantasy.
I went home, locked the door and grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen before going up to my room. I pulled my socks up to make sure no leg hairs were exposed and took the tape from the package.
I was ready to begin.
After fiddling about trying to find the end of the tape, I finally started pulling it off the roll, revelling in the sound it made. I put it on my legs and although I got the first two layers tangled together, I persevered and made six rounds up and down my lower legs before cutting the tape.
Inspired by the legendary bondagefreak and the countless fantasies that have arisen from the many nights spent reading Bound And Gagged In A Sleeping Bag, I reached for a sock I had lying on the floor, but it was too large for me. Not wanting to give up, I hopped/waddled my way into Dad's room, where I grabbed an ankle sock of mine, only worn once but never washed in the months since and made my way back to my bed. The feeling of having my movement restricted was intoxicating the entire time.
I put the sock in my mouth, it actually fit! I backed down however and decided to go for a simple wrap gag instead. I pulled my hood up and placed the tape on the side, but it fell of when I started to pull, so I reapplied it to my left cheek and made four rounds before using the scissors to separate gag from roll. I tested the effectiveness of the gag, trying to say "Hello". I'm thrilled to report that I was unable to do so in an intelligible manner. I turned around and enjoyed the sight of my gagged face in the mirror.
I pulled my legs up onto my bed, trying to soak in the sight of them wrapped in tape and testing the strength of my bonds. I wasn't able to break them. I flexed my jaw muscles and reared my head back, which served only to tighten my gag, bringing the feel of the tape against my skin into focus.
Having read a lot about sub-space and with my time-management being of questionable ability at the best of times, I didn't want to risk getting caught and so made the painful decision to cut my first proper self-bondage session short.
Although I would have preferred it to last longer, it was an amazing experience, and I can't wait until I have the opportunity to do it again
