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01 - A tight waist belt & some ropes...
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By tangtut1

Friday, May 20th 2005 - 06:07:32 AM

A tight waist belt & some ropes...

My fingers clamours for the final cinch, at the end of the raffia rope. My thighs and hips are already fasten together...only one hand is free to complete the loop over my two small hands, tucked loosely on my back. Though it was not tight enough, nevertheless it was satisfactory to complete the game and the illusion of being held captive.

I thrashed from side to side, trying to escape. My body aches, not only from the ropes but also the tight waist belt which I had worn earlier, cinched tightly on the stomach of my shirt. After a while it gets tiring, as I unravelled the ropes and I felt the singe,burning sensation as it left rings of marks on my legs and hands. I let the old belt loose last, albeit very slowly. It hurts as my fingers carefully touches the red marks already embossed on my dark,brown skin. Instead of cries of pain, only a heavy sigh can be heard. No gag was necessary for the place I was in - is all silent and empty. I'm all alone in this little world of mine.

Funny it may sound but that's the scenario that truly happened to me 17 years ago. I'm 28 now but the memories burns vividly as if it happened just yesterday. As a child, I was quiet and timid - never to mix around with my peers of the same age. Preferring to be on my own, I've created games which I alone knew about. My only refuge in the family house is a small backroom, near the garage where I can stacks of boxes, filled to the brim with all sorts of odds and ends. My favorite, is the old clothes box. Inside, lay an assortment of attire - ties,scarfs, dresses, belts, pants and shirts.

There I was, indulging hours at end trying these clothes on, playing all by myself. Dressing up, dressing down with every passing minute. As I dig deeper into the box, I find myself an old brown leather belt - already worn with age but still good. It was a mens belt with so many holes, almost right to it's end. My little mind started scurrying for ideas, finding of ways to use it. After a while,I've decided to have it tried on - belting in as tight as it can get. I looked over an old mirror near the wall and what did I see?

My body looked just like an ant, the middle part almost cut in half. I could barely breathe nor move but the sensation felt throughout my body, it feels light and pleasing. What happened that very day, eventually became a habit. I will try to belt in as tight as I could on all of the clothes that I've tried on. However, I'm also one who feels bored too soon and before long, this practise ceased after a while.

One weekend evening, I came into the room once more and continues with my rummaging. I see the old belt and the strong urge came leaping back at me again. Only this time, I placed it on my lap for awhile...thinking what to do next. Suddenly, I remembered seeing my mother, putting away some raffia(a type of fibre)ropes outside the garage. I went outside to get it, bringing it quietly inside the room. I then threw the whole bundle to the floor, still undecided.

Unconsciously, I took one of the rope with my hands and started to make a small loop that encirles both of my wrists. It wasn't tight at first but as I gradually added more loops to it, I found both of my wrists locked together. And there I was, standing with my hands bound at the front. It feels funny at first but instead of reeling back, I wanted more.

After loosening the wrists, I've tried tying my legs next. With my back against the wall,sitting in place...I proceeded with my hips and thighs, tying it tight and with great care. With that taken cared off, I continued making the loop on my wrists, circling the ropes until it feels real tight. I must have sat like that for at least a few minutes, half an hour at most.

From then on, my 'self-bondage' gets into high gear. I will tie myself occasionally from time to time. My methods may vary but the tight waist belt was to become my loyal companion in all of my adult self-bondage sessions.

Like I stated previously before, the experience leaves me wanting for more, to be subdued and be rendered helpless. Instead of doing the tying, I was the one who wanted to be tied, to be taken captive and become the hostage. At so young of an age, my fetish started to blossom nad continue still till this day. I did not have the privilege neither the opportunity to share it with anyone (out of fear being ridicule)

But things are changing now. With the help of the Web, I had find numerous opportunities to share my experiences with people with the same interests as I am. For the first time, this story can be told to all. Never will I feel alone again. Thank you.

P.S. I have pics and tips to share in selfbondage. Please feel free to contact me...

Yours truly & tightly,
tangtut1
tangtut1@yahoo.com
Malaysia

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