Self bondage that went horribly wrong.
My name is Sarah & I’m 26. I’d been into self bondage since the age of around 17, due to a couple of my friends that once jokingly tied me up,
& the experience ignited something deep within me, leading me to try out different ways of tying myself.
Over the years my desire to become more & more restricted, set me on the path of experimentation whereby I’d try out new positions,
& use more ropes, straps & eventually chains & padlocks.
As I was learning new techniques, as with any new exploration, I’d made minor mistakes that caused me to be trapped, but although very scary at the time it wasn’t anything dangerous. My ultimate self bondage scenario that I perfected many years ago is to chain myself on my back to my double bed. I very rarely feel sexy if I’m naked, so I like to wear knickers & bra, a mini skirt & a top, sometimes stockings & suspenders.
First off is my ankles that are fitted with Black leather cuffs with Two buckles that are sometimes padlocked, & are attached with heavy duty Silver chain which is padlocked to each leg of the bed so my legs are held wide open. Above each knee & thigh, Black leather belts are buckled & attached to each side of the bed frame to fully hold my legs firm. Further straps are then linked to the ankle, knee & thigh cuffs in between my legs so to take up any slack. To complete my intricate leg securing system,
a long chain is attached to my vibrator via an O ring, & wrapped around the straps inside my knees, thighs & ankles, so any movement of my legs is transferred directly to the vibrator.
My waist is wrapped twice with a very long Silver chain which is padlocked very tight, & then locked to each side of the bed frame.
My neck is fitted with a Black leather posture collar locked to the centre metal bar of the headboard. A gag is highly important to me
& I use a large solid rubber lilac ballgag which is held deep in my mouth with 2” stretchy bandage wrapped tightly over my mouth & around the back of my head. The full Black leather head harness & chin strap fully secure the gag & prevent any opening of my mouth.
I always like to wrap my long dark hair in a ponytail, & then tie the ponytail with a strong soft leather strap to the top of the head board,
pulling my hair tight.
The final task, are my wrists that are slipped into pre locked leather belts attached to each post of the headboard, the ends of which are
locked around two metal bars.
The keys are attached with small chains secured around the smaller metal headboard bars just within reach each hand. Oops, nearly forgot,
I always like to have the pleasure of my favorite dildo which is strapped firmly inside me at the front & back & around my waist.
So as you can imagine I’m pretty secured with virtually no movement whatsoever with no way to get free other than by releasing my wrists with the pre placed keys. I’d been performing this scenario for many years and had no reason to be overly concerned as I had done this probably thousands of times, & this time was no different until something happened that instantly changed that.
One of my big turn on’s is that I really love to struggle hard against the chains & I’m very aggressive trying to scream for help.
This time was no different; I’d been chained up for nearly three hours & had managed multiple orgasms in the process.
I was really concentrating & getting very worked up & exited as I fought hard, and then suddenly I heard a loud metallic noise & a violent jolt.
But before I realized what was happening, the metal headboard came completely unattached from the base & came crashing down
& collapsed underneath the top of the bed, pulling the straps around my wrists super tight. Now I panicked because now I was severely restricted in movement & because of the posture collar, so was any movement of my head. I looked up toward the head of the bed the best I could and instantly knew there was no way to reach the keys to my wrists because the headboard was now completely underneath the bed, & I was at a downward ankle due to the foot of the bed being higher than my head, which in turn meant that I was super stretched out by the ankles & wrists.
I remember thinking Oh my God I’m gonna die, my whole body felt panic stricken as I knew I had no hope in hells chance of getting out myself.
I couldn’t make any sound or move an inch & was held so tight spread eagled. I must have yanked on the posture collar & fortunately there
was a little slack in the chain that hadn’t been taken up, which was very lucky or I’d have been in real trouble.
I lay as still as I could in total terror desperately trying to think about what I was going to do to get out.
But even after I calmed down & began to breathe normally, I gently tried pulling my ankles & wriggling gently to just see if there was a
chance anything would unlock. But I just knew there was no way because I’d made sure everything was secure as I chained myself down.
As frightened as I was, I knew that I could still breathe through my nose & partially through the ball gag & bandage, which made me feel
better knowing that I wasn’t going to suffocate. But I remember I lay there for hours desperately trying to wriggle & pull free & I actually came numerous times whilst in that totally helpless position.
Although that feeling of real desperation was very scary, it was precisely that feeling that made me come numerous times.
At one point I actually thought I’ve really had it this time, because my only safety back up was totally gone, no one knew I was there
or would find me because at that time I didn’t have a boyfriend. I thought that eventually maybe one of my friends would come round,
but even that wouldn’t be of any help because there was no way for me to call to them, even if I screamed as loud as I could.
I always made sure that I was gagged real good because that was one of the major excitements, plus the bedroom door was shut as were all the windows & they’d never ever hear me. So there I lay 100% secured with no idea of how to get free. The hours passed & the day turned into night, I was absolutely terrified & was becoming very tired due to losing my control & panicking every so often pulling with all the energy I had left in the hope something would give. But in my heart I knew that nothing could ever come loose, because every chain I’d used was heavy duty & good strong brass padlocks locked them firm.
As darkness fell I became extremely frightened. The next day & night came & I was really done for. I’d wet myself numerous times through
shear fright & panic, & I just couldn’t scream or make any sound anymore due to total exhaustion. As I lay there, I thought to my self that
I can’t go through another night of darkness again, & I tried to remember if there was anything in the bedside cabinet that I could use to
get one of my wrists free. Both wrists were strapped with Leather belts that were buckled & padlocked. The strap on my left wrist was
secured with two padlocks, but when I looked at my right wrist, I noticed that I hadn’t used locks on either buckle. Oh my God, at that point
I realized that there could be a small chance to get free, if there was something in the draw I could get to. I managed to jog the cabinet
around so that the draws were facing me, and then worked on opening each draw & emptying the contents near to my right hand.
There was nothing in either the bottom or middle draw, but in the top was a screwdriver. As I emptied the draw out it fell onto the bed
& I grabbed & held it with all my might as I knew this was the only chance of getting out. I prayed I wouldn’t drop it as I gently slid it
underneath each buckle. I was actually surprised with the ease in which it freed each in turn even though I couldn’t move that much.
As the first buckle was opened I can’t explain the relief I felt, & then shortly after the second buckle came free & I pulled my wrist free
& screamed into the gag. My arm was so tired & heavy after two days & one night being in that position, that it was a real effort to
release the posture collar then the gag. I was so relieved I cried with pure joy. I released my hair & started to feel around for the chain
that held the keys to my right wrist. Fortunately it wasn’t stuck & I quickly unlocked my wrist. I found the keys to the rest of the locks on
the floor & was able to fully release myself. As I lay on the collapsed bed for a while to compose my self, I thought how lucky I’d been.
When I eventually looked at the bed to see what happened, when I first got the bed, I’d secured the headboard by putting the bolts
upside down so that if the nut came loose, the bolt simply dropped out. What must have happened is that over the years with all that
struggling & movement, each of the nuts had somehow worked loose & eventually collapsed. So, the moral of this story is to make
sure & double check everything, & I mean everything, even things that you maybe don’t think are important. I’ve also reviewed my safety back up, one wrist cuff is no longer padlocked & I have a screwdriver on a chain within reach. Although this self bondage session was without
doubt the most terrifying, it was also the most exhilarating self sexual experience I’ve ever had.