The right to tie...myself (f) Part 3!
Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2018 10:53 pm
Wow, sorry it's been a while since I last posted guys, College has been crazy lately.
Anyway, I wanted to share another story from my high school days.
At this point I think I had been doing self bondage for a little less than a year, so I had gotten the hang of tying myself, even if tying my hands wasn't the easiest thing for me yet. Regardless, my mom was still more than happy to help me out most of the time. But she still didn't want me doing anything completely alone in the house, which I understood of course, but I also decided I really wanted to try being tied and not having any hope of escape. Or at the very least not know how long I'd be there for.
So of course I came up with a plan to try it.
Every once in a while my mom would go on a business trip, leaving saturday and returning monday morning while I was at school. For a while she was hesitant to leave without leaving me with someone, but as I got older she didn't mind as much, and now she's fine with it.
Of course, due to how we would spend our time together recently, she would always give me a last, "Don't play our game without me." before she left, and out of respect for her I agreed...until this time. I felt like I was experienced enough to try tying myself and seeing how tight I could get it, and whether or not I could escape.
As she walked out I was grinning to myself as I thought about my plans for the weekend, sitting on the couch and pretending to get some work done on my laptop, looking up to see when she left, and ran back to my room the instant she walked out the door. I looked out the window in my room and saw her get in the car with her work friend who would drive her to the airport. As soon as they drove away, I sat down and began tying my ankles together.
I managed to tie my knees and gag myself with a simple scarf, and had started to tie my hands when I heard the front door open and footsteps walking in, a moment of quiet, and then I heard her sprinting through the house right to my room. I only got my hands free by the time my mom burst into the room. "I knew it!" she proclaimed, smiling. "Don't think I didn't see you so pleased with yourself on the couch. I told my friend I forgot something, and lo and behold, here you are!" She wasn't necessarily angry at me based on the tone of her voice, but I could tell she wasn't going to let me off easily with a simple "untie yourself now." No, she proceeded to tie my hands behind me and left me on the floor. "Its about ten minutes to the airport from here. My flight leaves in 2 hours. I'm going to leave now, and then call home in about 30 minutes. If there's no answer, I'll assume you couldn't get out and cancel the trip, which is going to make a lot of people mad at me, and it'll make me mad at you. Got it?" I nodded and mumbled a confirmation, and she leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, and said "Bye, sweetie, good luck."
As soon as she walked out the door I started tugging and pulling as best I could, but it wasn't giving, which surprised me, cause I can usually get out better than that. After giving up on escaping with brute force I scooted my way into the living room on my butt, and managed to pull myself up to my feet with a nearby chair. I hopped over to the kitchen and managed to get a pair of scissors out of the junk drawer, and with a bit of effort, I managed to cut my hands free. I pulled the gag out and looked at the clock, surprised that I had spent almost all of the time I had getting out, cause it didn't feel like it was that long.
Within a minute, I got a facetime call on my phone from my mom, and she said, "Well you got your hands out at least, but show me your legs." I pulled the camera back so she could see I was completely untied, and she nodded, and hung up. I sat for a moment confused before she texted me. "I wasn't about to say this out loud in a public airport. I guess you're old enough to make your own decisions, so if you want to tie yourself up go ahead, just be careful. And if I find you tied up when I get back and it looks like you were stuck for a while then this won't happen again, got it?" I responded yes, and walked back to my room, now doubly excited for the weekend.
(I'll try to continue this later when I get a chance. Thank you all!)
Anyway, I wanted to share another story from my high school days.
At this point I think I had been doing self bondage for a little less than a year, so I had gotten the hang of tying myself, even if tying my hands wasn't the easiest thing for me yet. Regardless, my mom was still more than happy to help me out most of the time. But she still didn't want me doing anything completely alone in the house, which I understood of course, but I also decided I really wanted to try being tied and not having any hope of escape. Or at the very least not know how long I'd be there for.
So of course I came up with a plan to try it.
Every once in a while my mom would go on a business trip, leaving saturday and returning monday morning while I was at school. For a while she was hesitant to leave without leaving me with someone, but as I got older she didn't mind as much, and now she's fine with it.
Of course, due to how we would spend our time together recently, she would always give me a last, "Don't play our game without me." before she left, and out of respect for her I agreed...until this time. I felt like I was experienced enough to try tying myself and seeing how tight I could get it, and whether or not I could escape.
As she walked out I was grinning to myself as I thought about my plans for the weekend, sitting on the couch and pretending to get some work done on my laptop, looking up to see when she left, and ran back to my room the instant she walked out the door. I looked out the window in my room and saw her get in the car with her work friend who would drive her to the airport. As soon as they drove away, I sat down and began tying my ankles together.
I managed to tie my knees and gag myself with a simple scarf, and had started to tie my hands when I heard the front door open and footsteps walking in, a moment of quiet, and then I heard her sprinting through the house right to my room. I only got my hands free by the time my mom burst into the room. "I knew it!" she proclaimed, smiling. "Don't think I didn't see you so pleased with yourself on the couch. I told my friend I forgot something, and lo and behold, here you are!" She wasn't necessarily angry at me based on the tone of her voice, but I could tell she wasn't going to let me off easily with a simple "untie yourself now." No, she proceeded to tie my hands behind me and left me on the floor. "Its about ten minutes to the airport from here. My flight leaves in 2 hours. I'm going to leave now, and then call home in about 30 minutes. If there's no answer, I'll assume you couldn't get out and cancel the trip, which is going to make a lot of people mad at me, and it'll make me mad at you. Got it?" I nodded and mumbled a confirmation, and she leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, and said "Bye, sweetie, good luck."
As soon as she walked out the door I started tugging and pulling as best I could, but it wasn't giving, which surprised me, cause I can usually get out better than that. After giving up on escaping with brute force I scooted my way into the living room on my butt, and managed to pull myself up to my feet with a nearby chair. I hopped over to the kitchen and managed to get a pair of scissors out of the junk drawer, and with a bit of effort, I managed to cut my hands free. I pulled the gag out and looked at the clock, surprised that I had spent almost all of the time I had getting out, cause it didn't feel like it was that long.
Within a minute, I got a facetime call on my phone from my mom, and she said, "Well you got your hands out at least, but show me your legs." I pulled the camera back so she could see I was completely untied, and she nodded, and hung up. I sat for a moment confused before she texted me. "I wasn't about to say this out loud in a public airport. I guess you're old enough to make your own decisions, so if you want to tie yourself up go ahead, just be careful. And if I find you tied up when I get back and it looks like you were stuck for a while then this won't happen again, got it?" I responded yes, and walked back to my room, now doubly excited for the weekend.
(I'll try to continue this later when I get a chance. Thank you all!)