My name is Robbie and I love selfbondage! I can't get enough of it...something about being restrained, not being able to speak, and feeling helpless just sends me over the edge. I think I like tying myself up the most because I haven't found a trustworthy person to tie and shut me up yet. I'm 25 years old and work for a marketing company in the sales department. Normally I do a lot of cold-calling, but every now and then I get to attend a trade-show and have a hotel room all to myself. This show was small and I was the only member of my job attending. After the show had concluded I was prepared to spend the rest of my evening ordering takeout, watching some tv and scrolling social media....until falling asleep early. Boring right? Well it's all part of my plan. I planned to wake up at 6:00 AM to do a little selfbondage and work my way out before my checkout time. A little challenge that adds to the thrill. I reach for my duffle bag and dump my contents onto the bed. I had invested in a pair of handcuffs, nylon rope and a roll of duct tape...I also had two long tube socks as well as two soiled ankle socks worn at the tradeshow the day before. The plan was to hogtie myself with rope attached to the handcuffs and place the key on the opposite side of the room. So I set off on my adventure...little did I know it would be the worst decision I ever made...
I forgot to mention that I'm wearing a black compression shirt and black joggers during this. I had on tall white nike socks as well for anyone who likes those details
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It's quiet in the hotel, in my room, but not in my mind! I'm on cloud 9... I feel my member get excited downstairs and I continue to gently moan and strain as I look for any chance to get free. There was only one the keys. By the time I had finished my whole ensemble it was around 7 AM and I had 3 hours to get out before checkout. I continued to soak up the feeling of helplessness...not being able to talk is the best part IMO. I started to dry hump the carpet and my member loved the feeling of rubbing against my joggers. After lots of struggling and bucking I eventually climax in my joggers and think it's time to get out. I start to wiggle around, but I have made the hogtie extremely tight and I am not getting anywhere quickly. I begin to thrash and sweat and all it does is make things tighter. I looked up and see that it's already 10 AM and I haven't made progress at all. I couldn't get to the key and I was starting to panic. "What if the cleaning lady finds me? She will call the police...I will be fired... this is awful!" I began to get frustrated and thrashed and bucked, but it was no use I had tied myself too tight. All I could do it keep struggling and wait for my fate.
Then it happened...the key card has been pushed in and the door knob turns slowly... as the door opens my eyes go huge and I know that this isn't going to end well for me...."Well...what do he have here?" those words never sounded so scary
To be continued...