Den Mother Ties Herself
Well, as you
all know by now, I truly enjoy being tied up and gagged. Last time I wrote of the time I asked my son
to tie me up and stayed that way for several hours. I really enjoyed the experience and kept
thinking about it. I wanted to try it
again but school was back in session and the opportunity just wasn’t
there. Well, sometimes something you
know probably isn’t a good idea starts to sound like it is.
One day I found
myself thinking, “if I could only tie myself up”. Anyway, the more I thought about it the more
I started to think I could actually do it.
Tying my legs, gagging, and blindfolding myself shouldn’t be a
problem. I just needed to figure out how
to tie my arms and wrists. I decided the
only way of tying my arms was to just wrap lots of rope around my chest and
then slip my arms under the rope.
Sounded simple enough. Now all I
needed was to figure out how to tie my wrists.
I kept
visualizing in my mind different ways I might try to tie my hands
together. I finally decided that making
a loop from several turns of rope would work.
Once my hands were behind my back I would pick up the rope and put my
wrists through the loop. I figured if I
could get both hands through the loop I could get them back out again. That was the problem. I wouldn’t be, or at least feel, helpless
like I would if I were really tied up.
So I started to think about what else I could do, which was my second
mistake.
The first was
thinking I should try tying myself up.
If there were some way of cinching the loops and tightening the cinch,
without actually tying the rope off, it would be tight but I would still, with
a little effort, be able to work the cinch loose and pull my hands out of the
loops. Finally the light bulb went
off. I decided if I folded a length of
rope in half, forming a loop at one end, ran the loose end through the loop,
slipped this loop over the loop of ropes for my hands after I had one hand
through but before I slipped the other hand through I would have a cinch rope
between my wrists.
Now, how to
pull it tight. I figured I could sit on my
legs with my heels resting on my rear end.
If I could work the loose end of the cinch rope through the rope around
my ankles, tie it off in a simple over hand knot, fall over on my side, and
roll over on to my stomach I would be in a hogtie. I could then stretch my legs out a little to
pull the cinch loop tight. To loosen it,
I could pull my legs down to put slack in the rope connecting my wrists to my
ankles and work my wrists until the cinch loosened enough to get my hands
out. I could even untie the overhand
knot if need be to release my legs and work my wrists until I got enough slack
in the cinch rope to get loose. It all
sounded so simple.
So, I was ready
to give this self-tie up a try. With my
husband off to work and my son off to school I had the house all to
myself. I made sure all the doors were
locked and the blinds in the bedroom drawn.
Thanking ahead, that morning I had put on a pair of stockings, slipped on
a pair of slacks, and wore a long sleeve cotton blouse. I wanted to have some protection from getting
rope burns or long lasting rope marks.
It was around
nine o’clock when I gathered up what I would need and went into the
bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed
and made multiple loops of rope, finally tying the loose end around the loops
to hold then together and not come undone.
I put my hands behind my back and tried to get my hands through the
loops. The loops weren’t big enough and
I couldn’t work my hands through them.
So I tried it again. Second time
I could get both hands inside the loops but I didn’t think I would be able to
move my hands enough to tie the cinch rope off.
Third time was the charm, as they say.
My hands slipped easily inside the loops and I thought I could still
move then around enough to tie off the cinch rope.
With that done
I reached down and tied my ankles together and then tied my legs together just
above my knees. I slipped my shoes off
and drew myself up on the bed and sat on my legs with my rear end resting on my
heels. This caused my thighs to flex and
the rope I had tied above my knees was really biting in to me. I realized this would get real uncomfortable
real quick. So, I slid back over to
where I was once again sitting on the edge of the bed and retied my legs so the
rope was snug but not tight.
When I once
again sat on my heels the rope around my legs felt tight but did not hurt. Next I realized I didn’t have everything I
needed to finish this job in easy reach.
Once I had everything in a pile next to me I was ready to continue. I figured the next thing I should do was tie
the rope around my chest. I wound a long
piece of rope around my chest about ten times below my breasts and tied this
off. I tried to slip my arms inside this
rope but it was way too tight. This took
about four tries to get my chest ropes where I could slip both arms inside the
loops and the rope still feel snug. With
my arms out the loops hung loosely around my waist.
Since I would
have to have my arms inside the chest ropes when I slipped my hands through the
loops I had prepared for then I would need to gag and blindfold myself
next. I packed a large kitchen sponge in
my mouth. I had torn off long wide
strips of an old bed sheet to use as a blindfold and to tie my gag in
place. I pulled one of the strips into
my mouth over the sponge, tied it in a single overhand knot and cinched it
tight. I could feel my cheeks bulge out
and the sponge compacted in my mouth.
The cloth was long enough for me to bring the ends back around and
through my mouth before knotting it off behind my head. I tested my gag by trying to let out as loud
a scream as I could. Nothing but a very
muted monotone sound came out.
Satisfied with
my gag I tied the blindfold on. Like the
gag I had enough cloth to wrap around my eyes a second time before tying it
off. With three wide layers of cloth
tied tightly over my eyes I was sealed in total darkness. This was perfect. Before I tied the blindfold on I noticed it
was almost ten o’clock. I had been at
this for almost an hour. This was taking
a lot longer than I thought.
Next I pulled
the ropes around my waist up till they were under my breasts and slipped my
arms inside them. As I started to move
my arms around behind me I found I couldn’t.
While I had been able to slip my arms inside the ropes in front, as I
moved my arms around toward my sides the rope tightened considerably.
This may not
sound like a major thing. But, working
in total darkness, which makes it harder to keep your balance, with a gag in
your mouth, which makes your breathing more labored, suddenly everything is
more difficult. I tried working one arm
at a time around behind me, and that finally worked. With my arms behind me the rope was once
again tight but not uncomfortable. I
almost lost my balance trying to reach the loops I had prepared for my wrists
and the piece of rope I would use as the cinch rope.
I worked my
hands through the loops of rope. With my
arms tied with the rope around my chest and with my hands behind me I didn’t
have as much play in the rope as I had when I tested it earlier. I thought briefly about redoing the loops but
that would mean working my arms out of the chest ropes and removing my
blindfold at a minimum. Thinking about
how much more time that would take I decided to at least give this a try.
I was able to
get the loose ends of the cinch rope together and get them between my
wrists. It only took a minute to find
the loop at the other end and pull the loose ends through. I used the fingers of my right hand to pull
the loose ends of the rope until the cinch rope was snug around the center of
the ropes around my wrists. Now all I
had to do was get the loose ends through the ropes around my ankles.
At first I
tried lifting my rear up off my heels but then I couldn’t reach my ankles at
all. It seemed like it took forever, I
had to struggle to maintain my balance, and I was actually feeling exhausted,
but I finally worked the loose ends through the rope around my ankles and
pulled it through. Now I fumbled with
my fingers and the loose ends of the rope trying to tie it off in a single
overhand knot around itself where it connected my hands to my ankles. I felt a great deal of relief at this
point. I had finally done it. Now it was time to enjoy the fruits of my
labor. I fell over onto my side,
stretched my upper thighs out, and rolled over onto my stomach.
You know that
feeling you get when you realize something has gone terribly wrong. I now had that feeling. The cinch rope tightened around my wrist
ropes just as planned. But, I had taken
all the slack out of the cinch rope when I pulled the ends through my ankle
ropes. My heels were almost touching my
hands. I couldn’t pull my feet down any
further than they already were. There
was no way I was ever going to get any slack in the rope to work my hands
loose.
The first thing
I did was try to locate the knot in the cinch rope with my wildly searching
fingers. I couldn’t reach it. I was suddenly seized by fear, which led to
my panicked furious struggle to free myself, which led to everything working
just as I had planned, and the loop cinching my wrist roped pulling tighter and
the simple over hand knot around the cinch rope at my ankles pulling tighter so
there would be no way I could undo it with my flailing fingers even if I could
reach it. I tried to calm myself and
think. I was straining to rapidly suck
air in through my nose and exhale it back out again.
Trying to catch
your breath after an exhausting burst of effort with a tight gag in your mouth
is not an easy thing. This was the first
time I had ever actually struggled to free myself when I was tied up. Once I was finally breathing normal again I
tried to think what my alternatives were.
I was blindfolded, gagged, and tightly hogtied. There were no alternatives. So, I again began to furiously try and work
my hands in a vain effort to loosen the cinch rope between my wrists. I was now sweating, exhausted, heart pounding
in my chest, and once again struggling to suck enough air in through my
nose. Once I calmed down again I
accepted the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to free myself. I was going to be there until someone found
me and untied me. That’s when you get
that cold chilling feeling, like someone just drained all the blood from you,
as you realize someone is going to walk in and find you hogtied and gagged
laying on your bed.
There were only
three possibilities, my friend, my son, or my husband. I would have too much trouble explaining this
to the first two. I knew my friend was
out for the day and even if she wasn’t she didn’t have a key to the house. Even if she did come over and knock on the
door, I had done too good a job gagging myself.
She would never hear me.
That only left
my son or my husband. My son should be
home from school at 3:45pm. My husband
didn’t normally get home until around 6:00pm.
I decided to not worry about how I would explain me being tied up and
just hope things didn’t deviate from the norm and it would be my son who found
me. Then the next realization hit
me. It had been a little after 10:00am
when I finished tying myself up. If my
son got home on time I would be here for over five hours.
While you are
laying there with nothing else to do but think, that’s when you start to think
of the things you should have thought of before getting yourself into a bind,
literally in my case. What if someone
broke in to the house? What if the house
caught fire? These were events I had no
control over and could do nothing about if they happened. Still I couldn’t help thinking about
them.
Things that
normally go unnoticed suddenly take on sinister proportions. The little creeks and pops your house makes,
which you normally never hear, the refrigerator, cutting on and off, a dog
barking outside. When you are alone,
helpless, and in the dark, those things seem to magnify themselves in your
imagination.
Fortunately
nothing happened. My son did come home
on time. When I heard the key in the
door I had a momentary feeling of panic until I heard his voice calling for me. I tried calling to him but I couldn’t make a
noise loud enough to be heard outside my bedroom. He finally found me and I think he
momentarily panicked when he first saw me tied up.
The first thing
he did was pull the gag out of my mouth.
My mouth didn’t want to work and my throat was bone dry but I managed to
croak out that I had tied myself up and then couldn’t get loose. He quickly got me untied and I just lay there
relishing the sensation of being able to stretch my limbs out. My son brought me a glass of water. As I lay there trying to work the stiffness
out of my limbs and the feeling back in to them I explained to him what I had
done. We both agreed that it had been a
bad idea to get myself tied up with no one around. I do not recommend this to anyone who is
thinking of trying it.
I did however
tie myself up once more. The next time
an opportunity for an extended tie up occurred I once again asked my son if he
would tie me up. He said he was curious
about how I had tied myself up before.
He wanted me to tie myself up again.
Since he would be there to untie me I decided to humor him and tied
myself up again while he watched. And,
yes I managed to do just as good a job the second time as the first. He had to untie me after a couple of hours.
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