Cutting Myself Out (F/Self)

[Crazine]

There's a fine line between freedom and helplessness, and those who practice self-bondage dance on it. Typically I do this by tying myself securely, but still loose enough that I can get out at some point. I'd like to talk about a session where I instead tied myself inescapably and left another way out.

This was before I had real rope, so instead I used a length of ribbon to tie myself. It was quite thin but surprisingly strong, and I had used it before a few times. The plan was to tie my hands securely enough that I couldn't get out on my own, and then leave a small knife elsewhere in the room so I could cut myself out when I felt I was done.

As usual, I started with my legs. I cut off some ribbon and did a simple double column tie on my ankles. I did the same for my knees, tying above and below the knee. I tried lifting my legs and kicking a little and it held up well enough. I wasn't walking anytime soon.

I cut off a few more meters of ribbon, crawled leglessly across the room, and put my knife down far away. I went back and got started on my hands.

Let me actually describe how I did this tie. First I took the ribbon in both hands, put them behind my back, and started wrapping it around. I did this ten or so times, making sure it was reasonably tight the whole way. Then I took the two ends of the ribbon, brought them to the point between my wrists, and crossed them, pulling the ends perpendicular to the loops in both directions. Then, by wrapping the ends around the loops in this other direction, I could completely secure the ribbon I had already wrapped around my hands, getting me totally stuck.

I used the last of that length of ribbon and tied off my wrists. The ribbon pressed firmly but comfortably around my hands. I tested my bindings, and as I struggled a little that wonderful feeling of helplessness began to wa- aaand I could just pull my wrists out.

Damn it!

I got my knife, cut off some more ribbon, put the knife back, and tried again. This time, as I was wrapping it around my wrists, instead of doing it over both wrists each time, I periodically did it around just one of my wrists. I was thinking that that way, there would be smaller loops keeping both hands in place, while the big loop would ensure I couldn't break my way out. This turned out to work really well.

I tested my bindings, and this time the feeling actually did come over me. The ribbon was small enough that I couldn't untie it, strong enough that I couldn't break it, and secure enough that I couldn't escape it otherwise. The only thing in the world I could have done was cut myself out, and before I did so, I took a moment to just enjoy myself. Sitting on the floor fighting helplessly against your restraints never gets old.

Oh, but it does if the knife is right there! This is no fun. I want more.

I made my way over to the knife as well as I could and easily cut my wrists out. Time to try something more complex.

I cut out another bit of ribbon to tie my wrists and put the knife in the very corner of my room. I then got every bit of spare bedding I could find and stacked it all on top of the knife. I figured that having to dig through other stuff to get my way out would be still safe but much more exciting. Then I went back to tie my hands again.

I repeated the double column tie as before, but this time I left some ribbon on the ends after I tied it off. Using this, and with quite some effort, I tied the ribbon around my wrists to that around my ankles, effectively hogtying myself. This should be fun.

As before, I spent some time just appreciating my predicament, struggling to make sure I was truly stuck. It's such a restrictive little tie; you have enough motion to roll around but can still hardly do anything. Disappointingly though, when I pulled with my hands as hard as I could, the ribbon between my wrists and ankles snapped, and I was left in the same bondage as before.

I was certain that if I managed to get that ribbon securely in place, and strong enough, I could stay hogtied. So I freed my wris... I freed my... where did I..? Oh right. Okay, well, I guess I had to get the knife back first.

It was harder than you'd think to dig through a pile of blankets and things with your hands tied behind your back, because you can't see anything while you're doing it. I had to just feel around blindly until I eventually did find it and freed myself.

That was definitely more exciting! Let's do it again. I cut out some more ribbon and put the knife back in the pile of stuff, burying it deep inside.

I tied my wrists again, got on my stomach, and with even MORE effort, secured them to my ankles several times over. Tentatively, I pulled with my hands, and was delighted to find that I absolutely could not break it. I was stuck like this.

It hit me right there as I finished tying it off. Every other time in my entire life, sure, I was tied up, but I could get out at any time. I've always been able to untie myself or slip out at a moment's notice. This... I was... I was stuck like this!

Oh fuck yes!

How can I ever describe how this felt? I was lying on the floor in my bedroom, hogtied, absolutely unable to free myself without cutting. I was alone in the house, but if someone were to walk in and take the knife, I would absolutely not be able to escape. I would be STUCK. It felt so, so, so good. This is the kind of thing I live for.

Eventually... eventually, though, I suppose I was ready to get out. I got my knife an-
I had kind of forgotten that it wasn't just out in the open. And admittedly, I didn't really want to have to dig it out. But I literally had no choice. I was helpless without it. Absolutely helpless... Okay. I made my way over to the corner where I had hid the knife and then realized I had no idea how to find it like this.

Um...

How about this? I got on top of the pile so I could reach into it with my hands, and did my best to dig through it. It was a little uncomfortable but I was able to do so, feeling for anything hard. After a few seconds my fingers made contact with the drywall in the corner of my room.

Oh that's not good.

Now it wasn't like I was actually trapped like this. I had lots of time before anyone came home, and EVENTUALLY I would find it. But it was a little scary nonetheless. After a few minutes of heavily restricted searching, I did eventually feel my knife down there.

I pulled it out and finally freed my wrists. Freedom never felt so bittersweet.

[Dpsiic]

What a terrific story. You describe it so well. I hope you have more stories to come.

[Crazine]

Hey thank you!
I admit I'm running out of super memorable TUG experiences, but I have a few more in me.

[sweetvillain]

"I used the last of that length of ribbon and tied off my wrists. The ribbon pressed firmly but comfortably around my hands. I tested my bindings, and as I struggled a little that wonderful feeling of helplessness began to wa- aaand I could just pull my wrists out."

"How can I ever describe how this felt? I was lying on the floor in my bedroom, hogtied, absolutely unable to free myself without cutting. I was alone in the house, but if someone were to walk in and take the knife, I would absolutely not be able to escape. I would be STUCK. It felt so, so, so good. This is the kind of thing I live for."



HI Crazine .
Beautiful narration. I think the "sense" is in these two sentences. Inside is the magic of everything.

[copperfox]

Another great story, @Crazine! You have a wonderful way of narrating everything taking place and relaying what’s going on in your mind as it’s all happening. Thanks for a such a fun read!

Was this the very first time that your were inescapably bound (well, without the use of a knife or scissors)? I remember the truly indescribable feeling and exhilaration I felt the first time I really couldn’t escape. These are some great memories, indeed!

Can’t wait to hear more!

[Crazine]

Thanks so much!

It might not have been the first time, but I think the very first time was quite similar, just less elaborate.

[rtbw]

I think that's part of the exhilaration of bondage, especially self bondage-- somebody finding you bound. Don't you think?