12 - A Close Escape
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This tale differs from the norm because it deals with self-bondage. However, I thought I would include it both because it is funny (I did not think it was quite so amusing at the time though) as well as a cautionary example how bondage, any bondage, can easily go badly wrong…
I originally wrote and posted it on a rainwear forum but unfortunately it has long since folded so I'm posting it up here again.
A Close Escape
I am (also) a bondage enthusiast and have been for as long as I have loved plastic and rubber wear. I don't know why I like to be tied up too. I think it must be because it just feels so good. The tight ropes have been quoted as being a surrogate for a lover's arms. I think that's a pretty good simile. When I am tightly tied up, it feels as though I am being hugged all over. The ropes caress me with a lover's touch.
The feelings that being tied up bring are even more intense when I combine it with plastic or rubber. The plastic clings to my body and it also feels as if you are being touched all over. It is a very intense feeling. I love it! Unfortunately I have yet to meet a woman who truly understands never mind actually share the same desires I do. Therefore, the only way to obtain relief is to tie myself up. It is difficult, yes - but with practise, lots of practise, not so hard after all. Tying yourself up is called self-bondage.
This is the story how I nearly got stuck. I'd tied myself up but too good this time…
At the time, I was still young and inexperienced and just learning the ropes, so to speak regarding the finer points of self-bondage.
It happened a long, long time ago, when high technology was 64K with Bill Gates declaring that it was all we would ever need or want in personal computing and Ronnie Reagan was bamboozling the Soviets at their own game. History shows that he did a pretty fair job too.
I was home alone and decided to put myself into a self-bondage since my parents would not be home for at least another 4 or so hours. They were out for the evening, at some theatre or ballet show. Because I still lived at home at the time, I never got all that many opportunities for self-bondage or to wear raincoats around the house. I was still young enough to be very unsure of my sexuality and there were still times I felt very guilty and embarrassed for wanting to be tied up and to want to wear plastic clothes. It would have been just too embarrassing to be caught and being required to explain myself. Therefore, I had to be absolutely a hundred percent certain that I would have the house to myself whenever I played these games. Privacy was crucial to me. Fortunately we had a dog, which liked to doze in its basket (which I relocated in my room while my parents and sister were out) while I was busy binding and gagging myself. It acted as my early warning system. Not exactly Star Wars technology but effective. Nevertheless, I still had to be careful.
This occasion, I wanted to combine a bit of bondage with my plastic fetish so I began proceedings by pulling on my bright yellow plastic raincoat and matching pants. Once I have worn them for a while they get so wonderfully sweaty. The sticky plastic really clings to my body.
At this point in time I had been spending a fair amount of time practising hogtying (hands bound and attached to similarly bound ankles) myself and I was getting much too good at it. I'd already had had a couple of close shaves wriggling out of the wrist noose. So I decided to be smart. Before beginning tying myself up, I went down to the kitchen and got a short and very sharp knife - just in case! I put it on the small bedside table, handle facing me.
I bound my legs together at ankles and knees as tightly as I could. I love to be tied up really tight. A crotch rope went on next. This involves tying a rope around your waist, knotting it then taking the ends between your legs and pull up to tighten and knot off) After tying my legs together, I fashioned the wrist loop from a short length of rope, looping it twice before knotting it, hangman style. (something like that, anyway) I tied the end of this to the cinch rope around my ankles, making it as short as possible. I tested it a couple of times by experimentally passing my hands through it but not all the way. Once I was satisfied I would be able to pass my hands through the loop, I tied the ends off.
Then I lashed my arms to my sides as tightly as possible. With some difficulty, I cinched the ropes binding my arms together by passing the ends between the ropes and my armpits and pulling tight. My arms were now almost immobilised. Lastly, I added a waist rope. I tied it just loosely enough so I could pass my wrists through, albeit with a little difficulty.
The plastic material of my rain suit was already beginning to feel quite sticky. It felt wonderful.
Quickly, I pushed my wrists through the wrist ropes. Movement was suddenly greatly restricted. It took several minutes and a fair amount of puffing and panting before I was able to force both hands through the wrist coil. I pulled it tight by pulling on the opposite direction on my ankles. I had successfully hogtied myself. There was only about eight inches or so of rope between my hands and ankles.
It was easily the best and tightest hogtie I had done to date. I rolled around ecstatically on my bed, luxuriating in the sticky plastic swaddling my body and the tightness of my ropes.
I was in heaven.
Eventually, getting worried my parents might come home earlier than they should, I decided to free myself. (I always gave myself a safety margin of an hour) It was not long before I realised that I would not be getting free without the aid of the knife. My hogtie was just too tight. In fact, it was just way too tight. I could not create any slack which I needed in the hogtie rope to loosen the wrist coil to wriggle free. I did not panic - yet. I mentally congratulated myself for having been smart enough to leave an out at hand, in this case, my knife, which I had deposited within easy reach on the bedside table.
Therefore, deciding enough was enough I squirmed around on my side before reaching outwards for the handle of the knife with my teeth, pulling it backwards - and dropping it through the gap between my bed.
It quickly slid off the sheet and disappeared between the bed and the bedstead. I was now REALLY helplessly bound with no chance of escape. Stuck. Absolutely stuck and up the creek without a paddle. I'd stuffed up big time and I knew it. Helplessly bound and trapped in a going-nowhere-fast position.
I panicked.
OH NO! What will my parents say if they find me like this?
I had a very good idea what they would say. I was absolutely horrified with my own incredible stupidity and bad luck. Once I had calmed down after frantically trying to free myself from my tight ropes, it occurred to me that I might yet be able to salvage the situation and avoid detection. Fortunately, my bed was one of those trundle type ones. The pull-out trundle bed itself was in the spare room. (We'd just had friends over the night before) So I still had a chance to extricate myself from the bind I was in. If I just could wriggle underneath it and get the knife.
I had little difficulty sliding off the bed, knowing the thick rug would cushion my landing. Once on the floor, the gravity of the situation hit home and I came, just like that all over the inside of my plastic pants. Oh the relief! There is nothing like being truly helpless to get the ol' juices going…
I had a brainwave. Call the dog over. Get it to bite through the ropes binding my hands a' la Lassie of TV fame. I called Fido over and it came over before curiously sniffing my bonds. I felt mortified. How do you explain to a dumb mutt why you are all tied up? If a dog could look puzzled, this brainless mutt did. Quickly, I rolled over and presented my bound hands to the dog, hoping it would have the good sense to chew through my bonds and save me. Clearly puzzled, it sniffed disdainfully and wandered back to its basket, turned around three times and flopped down with a soft sigh. Stupid b…dy dog!
I would have to get under the bed after all. Somehow, I managed to crawl under the bed. No dice. The knife was lying flush and parallel to the wall so I could not reach it with my chin or teeth. Tears of rage and frustration filled my eyes as I gloomily contemplated the unspeakable prospect of discovery. The unblinking red LED display of my bedside clock declared that it was ten p.m. - Half an hour to go to eventual discovery and absolute utter, complete and bottomless humiliation. Thinking fast, it occurred to me to try again but to reverse in, so to speak and use my feet or toes that is, to get at the knife.
Again, I slid under the bed. Backwards. This time, I was successful. I reached the knife with my toes and pulled it towards me. Eventually, I emerged from beneath the bed, clutching the precious knife in my hands.
It was the work of moments to cut the hogtie rope and free myself with 15 minutes to spare. My wrists were red and raw from the rubbing of the ropes as were my ankles, knees and upper arms. By then, I had been tied up for nearly two hours. It was several days before I could uncover them in front of anyone.
Once I had pulled off the last ropes, I slid off my sweat-soaked plastic pants, leaving on my raincoat and gag and got out a couple of bondage magazines to provide further stimulation. Time for some further hand relief… I completed a perfect evening by masturbating myself to one of the most God almighty orgasms I had ever had with my own hands.
A few minutes later, my parents arrived home... to find me reading a good book as if nothing had happened. The only real give away was my slightly flushed face - which could easily be explained as the heating. I hadn't been caught that time… Phew!
I'd been lucky and I knew it.
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Mason's Childhood Bound Stories
- 01 Introduction (ff/m)
- 02 Tied up for the first time (ff/m)
- 03 Nicky gets hers (m/f)
- 04 Nicky's retribution (f/m)
- 05 A Rainy Day (f/m, m/f)
- 06 Know Practise - A Knotty Good Time (m+/m)
- 07 Pirates of the Caribbean (m/f)
- 08 Pirates of the Caribbean (sequel) (f/m, m/f)
- 09 Kidnapped! (m/f)
- 10 Target Practice (m/fm)
- 11 - The Escapologist (M/M)
- 12 - A Close Escape (M, self)
- 13 - Kristy's First Time (M/F, F/M)
- 14 - The Mummy (M/F, F/M)
More about Mason - how he got into TUGs, also on the Internet Wayback Machine