Self-bondage RSS stream

Patreon request

Jennifer had always been a bit of an introvert and prone to dabbling in solo activities. Video games, boardgames (the solo ones are pretty good, actually), movies. But there another activity harder to perform on her own. When she first stumbled across the world of self-bondage, it started as curiosity. But then came the forums full of daredevils who had turned it into some kind of half art half science. Timed ice locks, magnets, apps with bluetooth. It piqued her curiosity, and needed to at least try.

She waited until Saturday: her roommate Anna had a day trip planned, and the apartment would be empty. Anna would be back by nightfall if anything went seriously wrong. Jennifer left her bedroom door ajar in case she needed to get out of the room, just in case. Given what she had planned meant no reaching for doorknobs. Her heart pounded with anticipation and a pinch of fear.

She laid out neatly across the bed some accessories:

Soft cotton rope in pre-cut lengths and a zip-tie.

Some bondage adhesive tape.

Read handcuffs, but padded on inside to avoid leaving marks. Cuff keys tucked into a sock set deliberately on the floor so she'd have to work to get them

Her phone by her side as another backup

And since she was bound to get sweaty, she wore her skin-tight lavender workout set: high-waisted leggings and a matching cropped sports top leaving a bare midriff . She felt like she was going for a strong, sexy character—like a kidnapped April O'Neil.

First came the gag, via the tape. She rolled it around her head tightly, over her lips, sticking the end it at the nape of her neck. It felt smooth and dampened her voice without discomfort.

Next was the crotchrope.

Looping a long rope around her waist, she drew the ends between her legs, adjusting it carefully until it nestled snugly in just so in the right place. She cinched it so that every twist pressed delicately upward. A soft breath escaped her lips. Yeah… that was good.

Next came her legs. She sat on the bed and tied her ankles tightly together, the coils neat and firm. Knees next. Then thighs. The pressure was thrilling, and each knot increased the stakes.

With some squirming, she got onto her stomach and reached behind her to loop more rope around her torso. She passed the strands above and below her breasts, cinching them snugly. Her breathing came quicker as she worked. She could barely reach, but after some wriggling and cursing, she managed to bind her elbows with a separate loop and finally thread a line from her chest harness to her leg ropes, drawing herself into a classic hogtie.

Finally, the handcuffs. She zip-tied the centre of the chain to the rope behind her back resting at the T-junction of the crotchrope. Being mindful to check which way the keyhole was facing, she took a breath, then snapped one cuff around her left wrist. With careful twisting, she maneuvered her right wrist into the remaining cuff. The click was loud. Final.

And now… she was stuck.

Jennifer tested the hogtie, squirming on the bed. The crotchrope responded immediately, tugging with every movement. The ropes bit in at her thighs and arms, and the gag stifled her excited gasps.

It was better than she’d imagined.

Time drifted. She rocked her hips slowly, savouring the tension and helplessness. Her heart raced. She was in the moment. This felt real.

And then—because of course it had to happen—she heard it.

Keys.

The front door opened.

And a voice rang out: “Jen? I saw you room light was one. I’m home early, the meeting was short”

Panic surged through her.

Anna.

"Shit. No, no no" There wasn't time to reach the keys on the floor.

She thrashed on the bed, wide-eyed, but her gag only let out a choked “Mmph!”

Footsteps. The sound of heels tapping closer. Then her door creaked open.

----------

The look on Anna’s face was priceless.

Standing in the doorway, dressed in a smart blazer and jeans, she froze like a statue. Her mouth hung open, eyes bouncing from the gag to the ropes to the incredibly embarrassed face of her roommate and friend, hogtied and helpless on the bed.

“…Well,” Anna finally said. “That’s new.”

Jennifer groaned behind the gag and twisted in place. Her whole body flushed crimson.

Anna stepped in slowly, as if afraid to disturb the scene. Still staring. “Jen. Did you… do all this yourself?”

Another gagged noise.

Anna walked a slow circle around the bed, hands on her hips, inspecting the bonds. “This is… wow. You actually tied your elbows? And uh, wow, those ropes are going all kinds of places”

Jennifer moaned something unintelligible and tried to bury her face in the mattress.

Anna giggled. “Okay, okay—sorry. I’ll stop teasing… sort of.” She leaned in, brushing hair from Jennifer’s cheek. “This is new. Or is it?”

Jennifer glared at her, muffled sounds tinged with desperation jiggling the chain between her wrists as best she could.

“Oh right—keys.” Anna picked up the empty handcuff box and tilted it. “Nope. Where’d you stash the backup?”

Jen nodded with her chin toward the sock near the bed.

Anna crouched, plucked the key out, and held it up with a grin. “Got it. Good thing I’m not evil, huh?”

Jennifer nodded vigorously.

Anna paused… then slipped the key into her jacket pocket. “Then again… would you like the full experience?”

Jennifer’s eyes went wide. “MMMMPH!”

Anna laughed and gently patted her on the butt. “Relax, I’m not leaving. But I think I’ll let you stew for a bit. I mean, clearly you like this, and who am I to deny a friend her fantasy?”

She turned toward the door, looking over her shoulder. “You look amazing, by the way. If you ever want a hand next time… just saying.”

And with that, she left, closing the door behind her.

Jennifer let out a high-pitched whine and flopped onto her side as far as the hogtie allowed. Her entire body buzzed—half from shame, half from arousal.