Two Hours And Counting... (m/self)
Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2020 9:45 pm
Here's an older piece I wrote a while back.
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"Well, a fine mess I got myself into this time," I think to myself. I pull on the ropes again. Nope, they're still not budging.
Let me explain. My name is Zack. I'm 11 years old and my mom let me stay home alone while she went shopping. That left me plenty of time to do some self bondage.
I started by stripping off everything but my black boxer-briefs and setting up a camera in the finished basement. Yeah, I like being tied up in my underwear. Bite me. So I took my gear down there and got started.
Tying my ankles and knees was easy enough. I'd tied a black bandanna into my mouth and put two strips of grey duct tape over that in an "X" shape. I even used clothespins on my nipples. Yeowch! But it's fun for a little bit.
After securing my legs to the padded support beam, I tied a slipknot in my last length of cotton clothesline. I looped it a few times, wrapped my arms around the post behind me, and slipped my hands in the loop. I had twisted it a couple times, and pulled the knot tight. Perfect. I struggled for a little while and "mmphed" into my gag. In 20 minutes, I had worked up a good sweat, my sandy hair was damp. Then, it happened.
I had tried to loosen the knot on my wirists, but it just... popped into a new knot. I don't really know how, but it wouldn't slip. My hands were stuck. I started to panic and struggled for real. But nothing happened. I was stuck. I know, I know. I should have kept scissors nearby in case something like this happened. But I didn't. I was stupid.
That was 2 hours ago. Now, I'm still standing here, tied securely to the post. It kinda feels like I'm kidnapped for real. My nipples are numb now and my hands kinda hurt. The tape has lost some of its stickiness, but the bandanna is still there. And mom isn't gonna be back for another hour. At least.
"She's gonna kill me..."
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"Well, a fine mess I got myself into this time," I think to myself. I pull on the ropes again. Nope, they're still not budging.
Let me explain. My name is Zack. I'm 11 years old and my mom let me stay home alone while she went shopping. That left me plenty of time to do some self bondage.
I started by stripping off everything but my black boxer-briefs and setting up a camera in the finished basement. Yeah, I like being tied up in my underwear. Bite me. So I took my gear down there and got started.
Tying my ankles and knees was easy enough. I'd tied a black bandanna into my mouth and put two strips of grey duct tape over that in an "X" shape. I even used clothespins on my nipples. Yeowch! But it's fun for a little bit.
After securing my legs to the padded support beam, I tied a slipknot in my last length of cotton clothesline. I looped it a few times, wrapped my arms around the post behind me, and slipped my hands in the loop. I had twisted it a couple times, and pulled the knot tight. Perfect. I struggled for a little while and "mmphed" into my gag. In 20 minutes, I had worked up a good sweat, my sandy hair was damp. Then, it happened.
I had tried to loosen the knot on my wirists, but it just... popped into a new knot. I don't really know how, but it wouldn't slip. My hands were stuck. I started to panic and struggled for real. But nothing happened. I was stuck. I know, I know. I should have kept scissors nearby in case something like this happened. But I didn't. I was stupid.
That was 2 hours ago. Now, I'm still standing here, tied securely to the post. It kinda feels like I'm kidnapped for real. My nipples are numb now and my hands kinda hurt. The tape has lost some of its stickiness, but the bandanna is still there. And mom isn't gonna be back for another hour. At least.
"She's gonna kill me..."
