01 - The Sofabed
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By Antonio
Thursday, April 4th 2002 - 04:48:01 AM
The Sofabed
This happened to me last summer. I have had a lot of childhood TUG experiences, as well as tie up scenes with girlfriends, but this was by far my most exciting experience yet. A word of caution--this was really stupid of me and people have literally died in sofabeds before. Be careful if you experiment with this!
Last summer, my Aunt let my former girlfriend and I spend a week by ourselves in her Cabin in Vermont. That week my g/f and I had lots of fun, and she knew I was into bondage so she'd tie me up in various positions. My g/f was nice enough to tie me up in practically any position I wanted.
I was delighted to find that my Aunt had a sofabed in her cabin. I'd played with these when I was a child and was home alone. Sofabeds are amazing. Most of the ones that I've seen fundamentally work the same way--you pull the folded up mattress up from the couch, out, then down so that it's half way out with one set of legs on the floor, and then unfold the rest of it while the other legs come automatically down unfolding it completely. When you fold it back up and fold the second set of legs back over the mattress back to its half-way position, the legs act as a lever. When you're closing the legs over the folded the mattress pressing from when the legs are 90 degrees to 45 degrees to the mattress, I'd say the pressure on the mattress (or what's in between the folded mattress) is twice or three times as great in ratio to the pressure you exert on the legs. For the last 15 degrees, there's still more pressure that is exerted on the mattress, but it's not as proportionally intense as it is at the beginning; the last 15 degrees are really to lock the mattress in place. The reason for having the legs act like a lever like this is to lock the mattress in place and squeeze the mattress enough to make it fit inside a couch.
You can see where I'm going with this. From when we got our first sofabed when I was a kid, I immediately played with it and discovered that from its open position, you could fold the mattress half way between it's all the way open position and half-way folded position, so that it looks like a sideways L, then hold it up while you run around and lie down beneath the part that was about to be folded, and reach around and grab the legs to fold them and the mattress on top of you. I'd be lying sideways so that my head and feet were sticking out either end of the fold. You'd use a free arm to pull the legs to your chest with the folded mattress in between, and the leverage and tightness of this feels absolutely amazing. It would get tighter and tighter and tighter, and for the last 15 degrees it suddenly gets easier as it's locking you in place with a deeply satisfying *clunk*, but you have to be careful and do this slowly to make sure the metal bar that the mattress is connected to that's also folding down isn't crushing any part of you. I had enormous fun when I was home alone experimenting with what it was like to have my head in between the mattresses as well (again, be careful if you try this!), or putting a master lock on the legs and the metal pole so that it wouldn't come undone without unlocking the lock first, etc.
So anyway, I showed my g/f how this works at my Aunt's cabin and demonstrated it on me. Then I had her try it. With two people, this takes enormous communication, and you have to go very slowly. I pushed it down maybe 1/3 of the way and she backed out at first; when you try this for the first time you're absolutely convinced it's going to crush you to death because it's so amazingly tight. But as we experimented more and more she got used to it and actually loved it, and we'd experiment with wrapping each other up in blankets first, adding pillows to make it tighter, etc.
So then I told her my ultimate fantasy, which was to be completely stuck underneath the folded mattress, and then put all the way inside the couch if possible. I knew how dangerous this was-if I couldn't get out we'd get caught, I could suffocate, the thing could bend in a way I wasn't expecting and the leverage could break a bone, my girlfriend could get hurt somehow, etc. But we were both willing to try. First we tried having me completely covered by the mattress. Neither of us thought it would work since I'm 6'4 and the mattress's width is less than 6', so I'd have to fold up on my side to be completely covered. But if my head or feet stook out at all, when the mattress was folded in I could be decapitated. So we tried having me completely enveloped. I lied curled in fetal position on my side, facing the inside of the couch, and she folded the mattress halfway, and pushed on the legs, and it was tight, and she pushed, and it got tighter and darker, and she pushed slowly and I could hear the friction of the mattress rubbing up against itself and trapping me all around me. She pushed harder and harder, checking to see if I was ok, until I heard the satisfying "whirrrr-click" above me of the last 15 degrees that sealed my fate.
"Are you OK?" My girlfriend asked. It was SO tight.
"Yeah, this is great," I said.
With effort I could move an arm or a leg sideways parallel to the mattress, but other than that I couldn't move my head or any other part of my body. Since it was more like a tight cave since I was huddled up inside though, there was a little bit of opening at the edge of the mattress in front of me, so I could breathe ok. Not that I cared. I then felt the whole bed lift a little.
"Wow, I think I can actually lift you up, if you wanted me to try," she said. My heart raced a little. Could she actually put me *All* the way inside the sofabed?
"Um, ok, but go slowly," I tried to say as non-chalantly as possible.
I felt myself lifted higher, and she said, "Are you Ok?"
"Yeah."
Then higher, "Are you OK?"
"Yeah."
"Are you sure I'm not too heavy?" I asked.
"No, for some reason it's fine," she said. I was amazed that she could lift me-I weigh 180 lbs.
Then I felt the second phase of the mechanism go, the part where the folded mattress has gone up at a degree high enough that it can slide underneath where the couch cushions would go. I imagined this fantasy actually working and me from the outside looking like a big, tightly-packed bulge in the mattress, like a cat under a blanket. But the final slide into the couch was harder than I thought, because obviously I was too big and I wouldn't fit. My girlfriend pushed, and I went in a little, and she asked if I was ok, and I said I was fine, and then she pushed more, and I was still fine, and pushed one more time and I was still fine, but she said "I don't think it's going to go any further."
I couldn't see it from the outside, but I was probably 60% from being all the way inside. I said, "Are you sure? I'm really ok. You can't push any further?"
I didn't want to push her too much, but there was no way I was going to go this far without knowing that it wasn't possible first. She tried shoving me in a couple more times but to no avail.
I reveled around in the tightness of it all-being trapped by gravity, by thousands of pounds of weight created by ingenious levers with large hinges and springs, but safely squeezed by a queen size folded mattress, hardly able to move a muscle. I sighed, realized that my fun was over, and said, "Ok, you can let me out." I felt my whole body lifted just a little bit, then relaxed, then lifted a little bit, like I was being tugged on or shaked.
"Uh, Antonio?" My Girlfriend said. I felt a couple more tugs. "I can't lift you out, the bar's bending!" she said.
Her tugs were pathetic, and I thought this must be a game. I had told her my fantasy was being absolutely stuck inside a sofabed, and she was going along with it.
"What should we do?" She asked, and sounded too calm for it to be real. I thought it was a little inappropriate for her to mess with me like this, to tell me that I was stuck when I wasn't really, but I also loved the idea of being stuck, and appreciated her going along with this.
"Well," I said, casually, "I can't tell if you're joking or not."
"I'M NOT #&%*@$ JOKING," she said. "THE WAY THE LEVERAGE IS, IT WAS EASY FOR ME TO PUT YOU IN, BUT I CAN'T LIFT YOU OUT! YOU'RE TOO HEAVY!!" she exclaimed.
I got it now-her over-calmness was because she didn't want *me* to freak out, because I was stuck, but she really was freaking out. The way the levers of the bed were, it was easy for her to push me in. But now she had to pick up all 180 lbs. of me as well as the bed, and pull the whole thing with me inside it up to about her shoulders to get me out. It wasn't going to happen.
I couldn't believe it. My heart was really racing now. I thought, "this is it. This is my fantasy. I'm absolutely stuck in this sofabed. I'm stuck here forever." But of course, I worried about my girlfriend, so I immediately said, "don't panic. I can still breathe. I'm fine. We'll figure this out." I was worried too, but I didn't want her to worry and I also was enjoying it even though I had no idea how to get out of it. I was absolutely loving it and completely frightened at the same time. This was the first time I'd ever really felt absolutely stuck and had no idea how I was going to get out.
I should probably end the story there, since that's really the climax. I did get out, obviously--I managed to stick my arm out of my tight folded up cave and push against the back of the sofa to give us more leverage. She still couldn't pick me up from there, but we got it far enough out that the legs and folded part of the mattress weren't blocked by the back of the couch anymore, so we were able to unlatch them and open it up while it was still tilted and get me out. The sofabed was a mess--the legs really were in fact bent, and we couldn't get the thing closed again. I was able to bend back the legs, but all of the hinges were thrown just a little off by being forced to carry a big, 180 lb person in them as well as a bed. I finally put the bed on its side and jumped on it to force it closed, and told my Aunt that it was broken (but not why), and she was annoyed but ok with it. They'd had other problems with other sofa beds as well.
That's my story--maybe I'll tell some of my other stories later. I've lurked on this page for a couple years now and immensely enjoyed them. I read these pages every day. Thanks Canuck!
Antonio
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