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Gillian B : 05 - Tying Myself up in Knots (f/self)

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Gillian B : 05 - Tying Myself up in Knots (f/self)

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Prologue:

I enjoyed Jon(McA)'s last story (A Knotty Problem) - it was another trip down memory lane for me. I'd forgotten that episode until I read Jon's account of it. It's funny now, but it was really scary at the time. That story brought another incident to mind which is the subject of my latest effort.

A few weeks ago I had a lengthy discussion with JD covering (amongst other things) motivation in tie-up games. On further reflection, I don't think I was absolutely correct in my assertions about my own motivation. There was a stage when I was about 13 or 14 when I did begin to enjoy the experience of being tied up (if I was in the mood for it) - but still in a pre-sexual sort of way. (JD - I had no intention to deceive - I had just forgotten.) This meant that I was often enjoying games with Bob and Jon in two different ways. I enjoyed the thrill of whatever scenario we had spun round the game and if I won and tied up one or both of the boys, then I enjoyed my victory. On the other hand, if I was the one tied up, I would be annoyed at being the loser of the tie up game, but could still enjoy (differently) the period while I was tied up.

From these tie-up games, I developed an interest in escapology and stage magic (which I still retain) - I mentioned this in one of my previous posts. I sometimes used escape experiments as a pretext to get my brother Bob or my Mum to tie me up. I also experimented with a little self-bondage. I never managed to tie myself up in such a way that it was a real challenge to escape. Until, that is, I discovered a certain knot...

Tying Myself up in Knots

I can't now remember where I found it (possibly "Ashley's Book of Knots") but the knot in question was the "Constrictor Knot". I think the constrictor knot is technically a hitch - it has to be tied round something, otherwise it comes undone. In form it's a sort of hybrid between a clove hitch and an overhand knot. If you tie one of these, you get a loop with two turns and two free ends sticking out. Pull on the free ends and the loop shrinks. Pull it tight round something and it self locks (unlike a clove hitch).

Now it occurred to me that I might be able to arrange a constrictor knot as a wrist binding. I did an experiment with a constrictor knot in a scarf, gripping one end between my knees and the other in my teeth to pull the loop tight on my wrists. (Actually I didn't pull it *too* tight, so I was able to wriggle my hands out without too much trouble.) After some thought and an experiment on a Sindy doll (UK equivalent of Barbie), I concluded that I could tie my wrists behind my back by using an ankle binding and a gag as the means of pulling the constrictor knot tight. (A hog-tie in other works - but I didn't know that term then.)

I decided to try out my plan one Saturday morning when I had the house to myself. My parents were out shopping and Bob had gone out to see his friend Jon. I settled down in my bedroom with a pile of woolly scarves and socks (my preferred tying-up equipment). I had made sure I was dressed comfortably for the experiment - stretchy ski pants (quite the thing in the mid 60's) and a thick woolly sweater. I pulled thick socks on over my ski pants to pad my ankles a bit and had a pair of mittens handy to do the same for my wrists.

My first job was to prepare the constrictor knot. I had a long very narrow scarf which was suitable. (I knitted it myself - it had been shorter and wider until I used it in tie-up games. After it stretched, it was no use for anything other than tie up games!) As I mentioned, the knot needs to be round something. I tied it round an empty talcum powder canister to hold it temporarily.

I tied my ankles with a short scarf and used another to tie my legs just above knee level. All straightforward so far. The tricky bit was the gag. I normally disliked cleave gags as I tend to get the sides of my mouth bruised by them or the inside of my mouth scratched by my teeth. However, I realised that for safety I would have to use a cleave gag this time as I couldn't risk the gag slipping down onto my throat. I decided to apply a blindfold as well, partly to share some of the pressure from the hog tie so it wasn't all on my mouth. I had quite long hair in those days, and didn't want it tangled up in all the knots I was going to have to tie behind my head, so I put on a cotton headscarf first, crossed under my chin, knotted at the back of my neck and tucked into the collar of my sweater. I stuffed a hankie into my mouth then cleave gagged myself with a hockey sock (cultural note - I'm British, so when I say "hockey", I mean field hockey). I made sure the gag was tight enough not to pull down, then I added the blindfold, using another sock. I pushed the blindfold up onto my forehead until I finished the rest of the preparations.

Sitting on my bed, I tied one end of the long scarf with the constrictor knot to my ankle binding. I rolled onto my tummy on the bed and brought my feet as far up behind me as I could. I then tied the other end of the long scarf through both gag and blindfold behind my head (hence the headscarf - I didn't want my hair tied in too).

I tied another long scarf round my arms and body just above my elbows. I made sure that my mittens were in reach, then pulled down the blindfold.

Now for the last stage. Working blind, I put my mittens on, then reached behind my back. I pushed the talc tin out of the constrictor knot and let it fall on the floor, then I pushed my hands through the knot from opposite sides. A gentle pull with my feet and the knot started to tighten neatly. I found that to tighten it fully, I needed to apply a steady tension with feet and gag and pull my wrists first towards one then the other, back and forth, pulling the knot tight little by little.

I stopped when I had a firm pressure on my wrists. I took stock of the situation - all very secure but comfortable (with the possible exception of the gag). I discovered that if I wriggled down the bed a little, I could support my feet on the top of the footboard, taking the tension off wrists and gag. I enjoyed the snug and secure feeling and, unlike other occasions when I had tied myself up, I didn't feel as if I was only pretending to be tied.

After ten or fifteen minutes I decided it was time to start the escape. That's when the problems began. My wrist binding was absolutely secure - there was very little scope for movement, let alone any chance of pulling my hands free. The only knot I could reach was the one at the foot end of the scarf with the constrictor knot in it, and the way my wrists were tied I could get either hand onto it but not both. With mittens on, I couldn't untie the knot one-handed. I tried twisting my head to see if I could work the gag and blindfold up off the top of my head, but the gag was far too tight for that. I squirmed and kicked a bit, more on principle than with any definite plan, but found that doing this was making my wrist binding uncomfortably tight and hurting my mouth.

I concluded that I would just have to wait for someone to find me and settled down as comfortably as I could for a long wait. Oddly enough, I found myself dozing off from time to time, which was often disorientating and frightening when I woke up. Blindfolded and sleeping on and off like this, I had no idea of the passage of time.

At one point I heard voices downstairs and realised that Bob and Jon were in the house. I was too well gagged to be able to alert them and eventually I heard them go out again.

Much later, I was still dozing from time to time, my arms and mouth were getting sore and I was generally very uncomfortable. I was roused from one of these dozes by my Mum sounding concerned, "Are you all right dear? Do you want me to untie you?" I made appropriate urgent/unhappy/relieved noises through my gag and she untied me. What a relief - I'd been tied up for nearly 4 hours.

My wrists and mouth were battered and bruised after that escapade and I felt weak and shaky for the remainder of the day. I didn't get any sympathy at all from Bob - just hoots of laughter. I was *much* more circumspect about tie-up games on my own after that. (But I still managed a self-tie that I couldn't get out of, years later when I was at university.)

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