© Copyright 2005 - Brien - Used by permission
Storycodes: Sbm; F/m; caught; cons; X
This is a story that I wrote a couple of years ago to share with some friends in a self-bondage group to which I belonged at the time.
The event took place when I was about 19 or 20 years old. I was living in an apartment near the university that I was attending. I lived alone except for rare visits by my brother and my cousin both of whom had their own keys. Although my brother never came by unannounced, my cousin who is more like a sister than a cousin actually, stopped by from time to time to borrow or return things.
This particular weekend, I had no reservations about indulging in a little self-bondage since I knew that my cousin was supposed to go out of town to visit her mom. Although I had several pairs of handcuffs, I preferred to use rope and cable ties. I ran an anchor rope from the headboard to the iron bed frame underneath where I knotted the ends securely. I tied my ankles spread-eagle fashion to the iron bed frame at the foot of the bed using several loops around each ankle to make sure that I could comfortably pull against the restraints without cutting off the circulation to my feet.
I placed a wide strip of medical tape over my mouth to serve as a gag. And finally I lay back and prepared to bind my wrists to the anchor rope using the cable ties. As I put my wrists into the loops I experienced in that familiar sense of apprehension, excitement, and arousal. Then I tightened the ties about my wrists.
As a timing device, I used a medium size block of ice rigged to give me access to a pair of wire cutters after the ice had melted. Based on previous experience with this particular timing method, I expected to be helpless for several hours.
I pulled and struggled becoming more and more aroused but was helpless to do anything about it. Of course this was the desired effect. After about an hour I fell asleep. When I woke I knew that several hours had past due to fading light coming through my closed bedroom shades.
After a moment I realized that the ice had already melted but I could not see the cutters anywhere. Then it occurred to me that the string to which the cutters were attached must've broken or come loose and allowed the cutters to fall on the carpet! I was in a panic. I struggled frantically. I tried to slip my wrists out of the cable ties but they were too tight. I tried everything I could think of to get loose but there was nothing I could do. I thought that I might die there.
After another hour or so I heard a knock on the door and then a key in the lock. A moment later, I heard a cousin's voice call out, "Anyone home?"
Of course I couldn't answer. But after about 10 minutes she peeked into the bedroom. She gave me a funny look and then asked, "What are you doing?"
I guess I should have been embarrassed but in my previous state of panic I was just glad to be found.
She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed curiously inspecting my bonds. "Can you get loose?" she asked.
I looked her impatiently and shook my head no.
Then she opened her purse and said, "Maybe you could use these," as she pulled out the missing wire cutters.
I gave her a dirty look and tried to say something
ugly under the gag but she just snickered and told me that I had better
be nice to her. She continued to rib me about my predicament for a while
longer before she finally helped me to get free. I was furious with her
at the time but I could never stay angry with her very long. Later she
told me that she had done similar things before herself. I have a strong
suspicion that my predilection for bondage is a hereditary trait in my