Self Bondage Gone Wrong

Self Bondage Gone Wrong

The thought of exploring self-bondage was intoxicating to me. I had read stories about it, watched videos, and even tried it out a few times. But never had I explored it as deeply as I wanted to. I wanted to get beyond the basics and find out what it was like to be completely restrained and helpless against my own desires.

I had gathered all the supplies I needed – rope, clamps, tape, and blindfolds. I was ready to take my self-bondage fantasies to the next level.

I started by tying my wrists together with a knot I had seen in a video. Then, I tied my ankles together, so that my feet were off the ground. I added a few more knots to ensure that I couldn’t escape.

Next, I attached clamps to my nipples and labia. I loved the sensation of the clamps squeezing my sensitive areas. I added a few more clamps to various other parts of my body, just to make sure I was completely helpless.

Finally, I wrapped several layers of duct tape around my body and face. I could feel the tape pressing against my skin, but I was still able to breathe. Once I was satisfied with everything, I laid down and enjoyed the feeling of being restrained and helpless.

Everything was going according to plan until I heard a knock on the door. I froze, not knowing what to do. I couldn’t move, so I just laid there, hoping whoever it was would go away.

But they didn’t. The knocking continued, and soon I heard the door being opened. I panicked, not knowing how I could explain my current situation. I heard voices, but couldn’t make out what was being said. Then, someone began to undo my ropes and clamps.

Once I was free, I saw that I had been discovered by a group of prostitutes. They had come to my house hoping to find a client, but instead they found me bound and helpless.

The prostitutes were astonished to find me in such a state and began to laugh. One of the women offered to help me out and said she could untangle the knots and free me from the duct tape. She was gentle and kind and soon had me free from my bondage.

I thanked her and the other prostitutes for their help and asked them to keep my secret. They agreed and said they wouldn’t tell anyone about my little bondage escapade.

It was a close call, but I was thankful that my self-bondage had gone wrong in such a fortunate way. I had experienced something completely new and exciting, and I was eager to explore it further.

The next time I attempted self-bondage, I was sure to take extra precautions to ensure that no one would discover me. I also made sure to have a safe word, so that I could alert someone if I needed help.

Self-bondage can be a fun and exciting experience, but it is important to stay safe and remember that it is a dangerous game. If you plan on experimenting with self-bondage, always be sure to have a plan in case something goes wrong.