fwb1972 on Collarspace

1/11/2013 11:57:11 AM

My last self bondage session went like this: I froze all of my keys in an ice cube, then set the cube on the floor in a room downstairs on the farthest side of the house from the stairs, then took my equipment upstairs to my bedroom. I stripped down to wearing nothing, then locked a collar around my neck and cuffs around each of my ankles and wrists. Next, I took some rope and tied each ankle to each thigh, putting my legs in a frog tie. Once that was done, I made sure to set open padlocks next to me, and then I put on a blindfold, followed by a harness ballgag. For good measure to put on a cloth hood over my head and under the collar; this prevented me from taking off the blindfold, and kept my neck from being rubbed by the leather collar. I then laid down carefully on my stomach, and calmed my nerves. After I did the next step, there would be no turning back; I would have to struggle my way out of the room, down the stairs, down a hallway and into another room, to find the keys, then wait until the ice melted to free myself, and I had to do all of it blind and hogtied. I picked up the locks and padlocked my wrists together behind my back... I was stuck. It felt so good to be bound helplessly on the carpet, my naked body exposed, the gag making all speech impossible. Without the frozen keys I am trapped. I shivered and humped the carpet, so turned on by my situation. I remembered I had been pointing toward the door leading to the stairs, so I began inching toward the door. I found a good method of using my shoulders and knees to inch along the floor. Suddenly, my head gently brushed up against a wall. Ok, where was I? I pulled myself up against the wall, trying to use my hands to feel around. I couldn't tell where I was. I moved along the wall, then came to a corner, then moved down that wall. I came to another and started to wonder where I was... I had made a wrong turn, and I had lost my bearing. Where was I? I started to get a little nervous. I was breathing hard, biting into the ball wedged into my mouth, a little drool escaping and making the cloth good very wet. I settled down on my stomach on the floor and rested for a moment. Then I began to enjoy my bondage again, picturing someone standing over me, mocking my efforts, telling me my keys were hidden somewhere downstairs. If they had my keys, even if when the ice melted there would be no telling how long I would be bound and gagged. Once again I started on my journey downstairs. I managed to feel along the wall, and eventually I got my bearings back. I made a beeline for the door, inching my way across the carpet, taking a break occasionally. I came around the corner, and it required a 180 turn to go down the stairs. I maneuvered myself carefully, placing each knee on the first step down, so that I would be going downstairs knee-first, not head-first. Slowly, I lifted myself with one knee and lowered my other knee down to the next step, then lowered myself the rest of the way down to the step. One by one, I made my way down the stairs. My cock and balls, which I had tied so they were sticking out, rubbed against each of the steps. I tried hard not to crush them as I moved down the stairs very slowly, one at a time. Finally, after what seemed like forever (it was really 15 steps, but the blindness and the effort made it a lot more difficult), my knee hit the cold tile floor below the stairs. I slowly slid myself off the stairs and into the floor. It was really cold! I managed to scoot myself along until I hit the carpet floor in the hallway, and then I knew where I was going. Gradually I made my way across the floor, and with every inch I was closer to freedom. Around the corner I went to the doorway, then through the doorway into the final room. "Ok, now where are those keys?" I thought to myself, as I laid on my side and pawed at the carpet. I inched along on my side, feeling around, searching, until I finally came across the cube of ice that still encased the keys to my locks. Satisfied that I had made it this far, and that I was very close to freedom, I laid back down on my stomach to enjoy the rest of my time as a helpless prisoner of my own home. I laid there, closed my eyes under the blindfold, and placed my head on the floor, cheek first, the ball still stuffed tightly in my mouth. My mind drifted off, pleasant dreams of my captor keeping me locked this way indefinitely, using my naked body for their pleasure. Maybe I could be lying next to them as they sat in their chair, their attention focused on a computer or TV, while they held my keys and kept me in confinement. Or they could go to sleep too, keeping me prisoner while they slept. All kinds of possibilities ran through my mind. Gradually though, the novelty of being bound and helpless wore off; it's just not the same when you do it yourself. I rubbed my face against the carpet, trying to get the hood off; when that didn't work I sat back on my bound legs, and reached up with my hands while craning my neck. I managed to get the cloth hood pulled down, then I could see enough to untie my legs. Once they were untied, I stood up and picked up the keys, then walked out to the bathroom and ran the keys under warm water, melting the ice. Then I used the keys to unlock my hands. That's the story of the best time I've ever had in self bondage. I am going to buy a locking bondage hood, and a male chastity device, for next time, just to make it so I can't take off my hood or get any pleasure out of humping the floor while hogtied. And I'll also get some locking bondage mittens, so if you're lucky enough to stumble on me in my self bondage session, you can make sure I'll never get myself free...