Early Self Bondage Experience m/self
Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2025 5:13 pm
So this is a story about the first time I tried some form of "strict" self bondage. Before that I'd just played around with some winter scarves and things, pretending to tie myself up. I'd always had an interest in being tied up ever since I saw things like that in cartoons or TV shows.
I was in my early teens, and was messing around in the attic of our house. I started looking through some old boxes of stuff my parents had up there. Mostly outdated 70s style home decor, macrame stuff my mother had made in school, ect. I'd seen some bell bottom jeans a guy was wearing in an old movie, and though they were completely out of style at the time (it was the early 90s) I remember saying to my mom how cool I thought they looked. She laughed and said she thought somewhere in the attic were some old pairs of my dad's, and if I wanted to I could try to find them.
After digging through several boxes I finally found one that was full of clothes. The jeans were near the top. I pulled out a couple pairs, they were worn but still in decent condition. I was about the same waist size as my dad and tall for my age (we both are tall and thin, and like him I've stayed slim all my life). Then, looking deeper into the box I saw a bunch of old belts. An idea instantly struck me. I'd seen in a movie where a guy was restrained to a bed in a mental institution, and remember thinking how nice the thick leather cuffs would feel. I took the belts out and examined them.
There were six of them, and they were of worn brown leather, about two inches wide. One had a big brass oval buckle and I knew that wouldn't do, but the others were just regular buckles. They'd be perfect. Also in the box I found a pair of men's shorts that I really liked. They were the extra short athletic kind that was popular years ago, light blue in color with narrow dark blue stripes down the sides and around the bottom edge. Then amongst some of my mom's old sweaters and dresses I found a navy blue pair of over the knee socks. I was wearing shorts at the time so I pulled on the socks to try them out for size. They felt great against my legs. Some complete imagine of what I wanted to try was forming in my mind. I removed the socks and carefully put everything except the jeans back inside. Taking the jeans I went downstairs.
I waited for a day when I knew I'd be home alone. My mom had decided to go shopping that day in a neigboring town. As my sister was still quite young she always went with mom, and my parents had divorced by then so dad didn't live with us anymore.
Once they had left I went to the attic and brought the stuff down to my room. My bed was a single with a wooden head and footboard, they were solid with no rungs to tie to, but I'd already figured out in my mind how to rig things up. I first looped four of the belts back through the buckles to make a cuff. Two of them I measured for my wrists and made holes in the leather with a screwdriver so I could buckle them. I did the same for my ankles with the other two belts. Then taking the two wrist cuff belts, I overlapped their ends and taped them together with ductape, making one long belt with cuffs at the ends. I did the same with the ankle belts. Then I slid the ankle belts under the mattress (it was a combination mattress and box spring so quite solid and not much flex to it like a normal mattress). There was just enough length so the cuffs hung out from either side. Then I laid the wrist belt/cuffs near the top of the headboard. That part was ready.
Next I stripped down to my briefs and pulled on the shorts. Then the over the knee socks. Looking in the mirror I was quite pleased with the outfit. I went to the dresser and took out a clean white sock, and folding it up I shoved it into my mouth. Next I wrapped ductape several times around my head and mouth, securing the sock into place. I looked at my gagged self in the mirror and tried to shout. It was quite an effective gag and only muffled sounds could be heard.
Then, laying down on the bed I secured my ankles in the cuffs and buckled them in. I pulled my legs against them. Nice and tight. After I laid back on the bed and buckled my wrists in. Stretching my arms back I was able to loop the belt around the back of the headboard. Pulling against it would give me the feeling of being completely restrained, while I'd still be able to work the belt up from behind the headboard in order to free myself later.
I laid back and pulled against all my bonds. The strong leather straps felt delicious against my skin and they creaked as I struggled. I shouted into the gag, feeling it's fullness against my mouth and smelling the faint adhesive smell of the tape. I relaxed myself and laid back, drifting into my own thoughts. I decided to pretend that this was a punishment and I'd make myself stay in bondage for two whole hours. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. For two hours I was in bliss lying there, at rest one moment and then again struggling and mumbling into my gag. Finally the time was up.
I worked the belt up from behind the headboard, freeing my limbs, and quickly unbuckled my wrists and ankles. The hard part was removing the gag. I did so in front of the mirror, bit by bit removing ductape until I was able to take out the damp sock from my mouth. I threw it in my hamper. Then after changing back into my regular shorts and t-shirt, I gathered up all my supplies and stowed them in a far back corner of my closest. Next I gathered up the bits of tape and made sure to hide them in the very bottom of the kitchen trash. Lastly I looked in the mirror to make sure there was no residue or red marks left from the tape. All was good, nobody would suspect a thing.
This was just the first of so many enjoyable experiences with bondage I've had in my life.
I was in my early teens, and was messing around in the attic of our house. I started looking through some old boxes of stuff my parents had up there. Mostly outdated 70s style home decor, macrame stuff my mother had made in school, ect. I'd seen some bell bottom jeans a guy was wearing in an old movie, and though they were completely out of style at the time (it was the early 90s) I remember saying to my mom how cool I thought they looked. She laughed and said she thought somewhere in the attic were some old pairs of my dad's, and if I wanted to I could try to find them.
After digging through several boxes I finally found one that was full of clothes. The jeans were near the top. I pulled out a couple pairs, they were worn but still in decent condition. I was about the same waist size as my dad and tall for my age (we both are tall and thin, and like him I've stayed slim all my life). Then, looking deeper into the box I saw a bunch of old belts. An idea instantly struck me. I'd seen in a movie where a guy was restrained to a bed in a mental institution, and remember thinking how nice the thick leather cuffs would feel. I took the belts out and examined them.
There were six of them, and they were of worn brown leather, about two inches wide. One had a big brass oval buckle and I knew that wouldn't do, but the others were just regular buckles. They'd be perfect. Also in the box I found a pair of men's shorts that I really liked. They were the extra short athletic kind that was popular years ago, light blue in color with narrow dark blue stripes down the sides and around the bottom edge. Then amongst some of my mom's old sweaters and dresses I found a navy blue pair of over the knee socks. I was wearing shorts at the time so I pulled on the socks to try them out for size. They felt great against my legs. Some complete imagine of what I wanted to try was forming in my mind. I removed the socks and carefully put everything except the jeans back inside. Taking the jeans I went downstairs.
I waited for a day when I knew I'd be home alone. My mom had decided to go shopping that day in a neigboring town. As my sister was still quite young she always went with mom, and my parents had divorced by then so dad didn't live with us anymore.
Once they had left I went to the attic and brought the stuff down to my room. My bed was a single with a wooden head and footboard, they were solid with no rungs to tie to, but I'd already figured out in my mind how to rig things up. I first looped four of the belts back through the buckles to make a cuff. Two of them I measured for my wrists and made holes in the leather with a screwdriver so I could buckle them. I did the same for my ankles with the other two belts. Then taking the two wrist cuff belts, I overlapped their ends and taped them together with ductape, making one long belt with cuffs at the ends. I did the same with the ankle belts. Then I slid the ankle belts under the mattress (it was a combination mattress and box spring so quite solid and not much flex to it like a normal mattress). There was just enough length so the cuffs hung out from either side. Then I laid the wrist belt/cuffs near the top of the headboard. That part was ready.
Next I stripped down to my briefs and pulled on the shorts. Then the over the knee socks. Looking in the mirror I was quite pleased with the outfit. I went to the dresser and took out a clean white sock, and folding it up I shoved it into my mouth. Next I wrapped ductape several times around my head and mouth, securing the sock into place. I looked at my gagged self in the mirror and tried to shout. It was quite an effective gag and only muffled sounds could be heard.
Then, laying down on the bed I secured my ankles in the cuffs and buckled them in. I pulled my legs against them. Nice and tight. After I laid back on the bed and buckled my wrists in. Stretching my arms back I was able to loop the belt around the back of the headboard. Pulling against it would give me the feeling of being completely restrained, while I'd still be able to work the belt up from behind the headboard in order to free myself later.
I laid back and pulled against all my bonds. The strong leather straps felt delicious against my skin and they creaked as I struggled. I shouted into the gag, feeling it's fullness against my mouth and smelling the faint adhesive smell of the tape. I relaxed myself and laid back, drifting into my own thoughts. I decided to pretend that this was a punishment and I'd make myself stay in bondage for two whole hours. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. For two hours I was in bliss lying there, at rest one moment and then again struggling and mumbling into my gag. Finally the time was up.
I worked the belt up from behind the headboard, freeing my limbs, and quickly unbuckled my wrists and ankles. The hard part was removing the gag. I did so in front of the mirror, bit by bit removing ductape until I was able to take out the damp sock from my mouth. I threw it in my hamper. Then after changing back into my regular shorts and t-shirt, I gathered up all my supplies and stowed them in a far back corner of my closest. Next I gathered up the bits of tape and made sure to hide them in the very bottom of the kitchen trash. Lastly I looked in the mirror to make sure there was no residue or red marks left from the tape. All was good, nobody would suspect a thing.
This was just the first of so many enjoyable experiences with bondage I've had in my life.
thanks for sharing @NR47. I like the attention to the little details of the post-session clean-up. Reminds me of my own many self-bondage sessions when I was left home alone as a kid.
