This is a real story that actually happened to me, I wanted to share it since I thought it would be a cool thing to read about.

    This experience was my first real taste of bondage. It happened to me back when I was still in high school. I had been interested in bondage for years, and I only learned that it was a thing that people around the world experience during my freshman year. I was looking up 'duct tape challenge' photos online when I discovered the 'bondage' Wikipedia page, opening the door to me for a whole new world. I discovered that there was a reason behind what I felt whenever I saw someone tied up in a movie or TV show. Scrolling through the page, I discovered a ton of different things that I had never even thought of.

    Over the next couple of years I satisfied myself with tying myself up in my room occasionally. I grew up in a pretty conservative home where both of my parents were extremely present in my life. This was a good thing, but once I began to practice bondage, it became less of a good thing. I only practiced self-bondage when one or both of my parents were out of town, and only early in the morning around 1-3am when everyone was sound asleep. My longing for a good bondage experience was amplified by the fact that I had to be extremely careful with how often I practiced it.

    I got a job my sophomore year that paid me cash under the table. I was able to go and buy things to help my bondage excitement with the cash, since my parents always asked me what I had used my debit card for whenever I used it. I was able to keep them from learning about me purchasing rope, tape and padlocks, making my selfbondage adventures even more exciting. One day during my senior year, I bought a VISA gift card and used it to order two things online that I had been longing to get my hands on: a harness gag and a pair of metal handcuffs.

    I had them shipped to an amazon locker to prevent anyone from seeing the box at our house. When I got them, I was so excited that I opened the packages in the car in the parking lot of the Walmart I was in so I could see what I had gotten. I rushed home to try out my new gear, then put them away in the box I had hidden in my closet.

    I had timed my purchase so that both of my parents would be out of town that weekend. Being an only child, I would have the house to myself and, more importantly, be able to leave the house whenever I wanted to. I planned to leave the house early on Saturday morning, around 1am and go do some selfbondage outside in public. The thought of the adrenaline rush from being outside tied up turned me on so much, I couldn't wait for the weekend to come.

    My parents left Friday night to go to a business meeting somewhere, I don't remember where. After they left, I began to prepare my supplies. I got dressed in a pair of black leggings and put on a schoolgirl outfit I had stolen from the clothing dungeon at my school. All it was was a black skirt/shirt with a collar and three or four buttons down the front. Paired with my black leggings, I looked in the mirror and saw a cute, modest girl getting ready for a day at her private school. I didn't go to private school but I would imagine that a girl who did might dress the way I did. My short, curly blonde hair was cropped to my shoulders, which I held back with a headband.

    I got my new gag and handcuffs and slid them into a drawstring bag, along with several coils of rope and a roll of tape. I put my pair of black heeled boots I had worn for our winter dance in the bag, the slid on my normal pair of tennis shoes. At 1am, I threw the bag on my back and hopped on my bike, pedaling away from my home.

    The town I lived in had a paved trail system that meandered around time. I hopped on the closest portion and biked to a certain section I had in mind. It was a long straight section that ran between the backside of a store and a golf course. It wasn't lit and no roads ran anywhere close to it. I biked to one end and dropped the keys to my handcuffs on the side, next to a sign. The sign was situated at a bend in the trail that curved over towards a park.

    I turned around and biked back to the other end of the straightaway. I stashed my bike in the tall grass off to one side of the trail and began to prepare my bondage session. First, I took my tennis shoes off and slipped into my heeled booties. They matched my outfit very well, which was the reason I had chosen them. I had also chosen them because they were the hardest to walk in when I hobbled my feet, the heels were probably three or four inches tall and even when walking normally I had to take small steps to stay balanced.

    Next I took a coil of rope and tied my legs together above my knees, effectively hobbling me. I could now only take tiny steps, singing my legs below my knees. To add to this, I tied a short length of rope around my ankles, leaving probably a foot and a half of slack.

    Next I took a loop of rope I had made before coming and put it over my head and around my neck. From it I hung my handcuffs behind my back. Now, when I locked my hands into the cuffs, my arms would be pulled tightly up against the small of my back, the weight of which would rest on my neck, turning me on even more. I decided to wait for the gag so I could become more accustomed to the landscape. I stashed the rest of the things I brought in the grass with my bike, shuffled out into the middle of the trail, took a deep breath, and clicked the cuffs tight around my wrists. The only way for me to get my hands back would be to walk the entire length of the trail, grab the keys and unlock my cuffs.

    Because my hands were secured to my neck, I couldn't lean down and untie my legs or ankles. I had done this on purpose, so that once I locked myself in I couldn't back out. I began the journey, taking small wavering steps in my heels. The distance was probably about 600 meters, or one and a half laps around a track. Nothing terribly long, but long enough for my hobbled self to need to take about 15 minutes to traverse it.

    During the entire time, I kept my eyes peeled for anybody coming. I felt my heart rate rising as I slowly made my way down the trail, completely helpless if some pervert came wandering along and wanted to take advantage of me. I had purposely dressed in a cute, attractive way to increase the adrenaline rush I would get from doing this, all the more reason for someone to stop and take advantage of me.

    By the time I made it to the sign, my knees felt tender where the rope had been tightened as I walked. I leaned down to try to reach the keys, but wasn't able to reach them. I had to flop onto my side and wiggle into position so I could grab the key and unlock the cuffs. After about a minute of struggling with the keys, I finally managed to unlock the cuffs.

    I pushed myself up and untied my knees and feet so I could get back to my stuff faster. I replaced the keys after making sure the cuffs were open and walked back, taking a tenth of the time it had taken to get there.

    Arriving back at my stuff, I took a deep breath as I pulled out my gag. I had ordered one with the harness that goes all the way around your head, securing the large red ball in place. I had purposely ordered one that once applied, could not be shaken or pushed off without loosening it, to help with the feeling of helplessness when I was in bondage. The main thing I was worried about though, was that it included a built-in blindfold. I had tried it on and I knew that once I cinched it on, I wouldn't be able to see anything. I would have to rely on my ability to walk straight and my ability to recognize if I had stepped on grass and be able to correct back onto the paved trail. I would also be able to realize when the trail began to curve so I could find the sign with the key on the ground near it.

    I glanced at the trail and took a deep breath. I pulled the harness over my head and began to cinch the straps down, adjusting the blindfold and ballgag to be in the right places. When I had finished, I could see nothing and the ball was pulled extremely tight into my mouth. Pushing on it as hard as I could with my tongue, I wasn't able to push it out of my mouth and over my chin. I wasn't able to suck in my drool either, so my mouth would eventually fill up and begin to leak out over my chin, which I was looking forward to.

    I felt my way back to the trail with the coils of rope and handcuffs. Blindfolded, I replaced the bindings around my legs, getting used to my sense of sight being robbed from me. I pulled the loop of rope over my head and looped my cuffs through it. Taking a final moment to make sure that I was prepared to do it, I clicked the cuffs over my wrists and began walking.

    Completely locked in, I felt more turned on than I had ever felt in my life. Drool began to dribble down my chin as I shuffled my feet. I felt the weight of my hands and arms on my neck, giving me a slight choking sensation. I moaned into my gag happily, in bondage heaven. I was able to stay on the trail relatively well and I noticed right away when I accidentally stepped off the side into grass.

    About three minutes in I accidentally stepped off the side again. This time though, the heel of my bootie caught on a mound of dirt. I tripped and fell hard on my side, grunting into my gag. With my arms tied so tightly up behind my back, and my knees and ankles bound the way they were, I quickly found I wasn't able to stand back up. I started panicking and moaning into my gag, pulling at my cuffs. I calmed myself down and laid on the side of the trail thinking, bound, gagged, blindfolded and dressed up in my schoolgirl outfit. I realized that the only way I could get out of my position was to reach the key no matter what, so I rolled over and started inching my way forward with my feet.

    After only a minute of this I realized I needed to stand up somehow. I sat up and tucked my feet in as close to my body as I could. I realized that by shifting all my weight forward and trusting in my balance, I would be able to push myself up. I accomplished this on my third try. My first try I tipped over and landed on my shoulder, the second time I pushed too far forward and landed on my face, banging up my cheek as I turned my head.

    I continued down the trail much more carefully now, feeling a rush of fear whenever I felt grass beneath my heels. I didn't know how far I had traveled, nor whether I had passed the sign or not and hadn't noticed the curve in the trail. I maintained my pace, shuffling my heeled feet slowly and carefully along the trail, drool leaking from my gag, the chain of my cuffs clicking with every wavering step.

    Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. I froze where I was, straining my ears for the sound. After a few moments I decided it was nothing and continued, until I heard another sound somewhere behind me. I froze again, thoughts of being abducted racing through my mind. I strained my ears, this time hearing the steady tread of footsteps behind me.

    Panicked thoughts flashed through my mind. "Who else would be out here at this hour?" "Why are they here?" "What are they going to do to me?" I stood as still as a statue, breathing heavily through the gag.

    The footsteps crept closer. Whoever it was hadn't realized that I was tied up. I knew the exact moment they noticed though.

    "Whoa, what's going... Are you... OK?" A man's voice sounded behind me, sounding confused as to what was going on.

    "Inth thine" I said into my gag, praying for him to go away.

    "Do you need help? Why are you tied-"

    "INTH THINE! LEAF ME ALONTH! PLEATH!"

    "I- Are you sure?"

    "YESTH GO AWAATH PLEATH!!" I staggered about, turning my body away from him. I felt mortified that someone had seen me out here, completely vulnerable, my greatest secret on display for them.

    "I- uhh... ok, i guess..." The man walked away. I listened to his footsteps disappear into the night, breathing audibly around my gag. I stood in the same spot for several minutes after his footsteps had left before I continued my journey down the trail. I had somehow managed to stay oriented and not turned around during the entire interaction and knew I was still heading for my key.

    After a while longer, this time spent listening intently for anybody else who might come along, I stepped off the left side of the trail. I corrected and continued forward, stepping off again. This happened three more times, and I decided that this was the curve. I backtracked aways, keeping one foot off the trail until it hit the edge of the base of the sign. I breathed a massive sigh of relief, I could finally get myself out of this bondage experience I had thrown myself into.

    I flopped over onto my side and began searching for the keys. I located them at the edge of the sign's base, but accidentally bumped them off the backside, into the grass. I squealed into my gag, groping blindly for the keys. I scooted myself further along the ground, reaching over the wooden base and scrambling about for the keys. Luckily, I found them again in a few moments, they hadn't bounced far. I quickly unlocked my cuffs and tore my gag off my head, the soaked ball resting against my skin as I pulled the harness down off my face and around my neck. I sat in silence, catching my breath for probably 15 minutes, reflecting on what I had gotten myself into. After a while, I untied my legs and ankles and walked back to where my bike was, leaving the harness around my neck as I walked.

    I biked home and put all my stuff away before crashing in bed and falling asleep instantly. Reflecting on the experience now, I was extremely lucky that the man hadn't insisted on helping me and take my gag off so I would be forced to explain to him that this was all being done by choice. I'm lucky he didn't call the police either, if he had then my secret would be broadcasted out for everyone to see. If I weren't into bondage myself and I was in his shoes, I probably would have reported it to the police. And maybe he did, I don't know. He might have also just stayed in the area, watching me to see what I would do or what would happen to me. Again, I don't know. All I do know is that that was my first real bondage experience, and it has shaped how I have done other forms of self-bondage since then.

    This story is a true story. This actually happened to me in real life and has affected me in the way that I do these sorts of challenges to myself. I guess the lesson would be to go to an even more remote area or hang a sign around your neck that explains your situation. I have employed the sign tactic any other time I did that sort of challenge, but have luckily never encountered anybody else.