This story is an actual bondage experience that happened to me. I already wrote a story about another time, and this is the only time other than that that’s been ‘noteworthy’ at all. The first one I wrote about was definitely the scariest event I’ve had in my life, especially since I got caught mid-way through the session, but this is the only other time I have ever practiced bondage outside the safety of my own home.

Again, this is a completely true, 100% depiction of real events that I, HeckYeaBaby, experienced at some time during my life. I want to share it with y’all since it’s pretty interesting and maybe gives some insight into what another kinky person’s life is like. Maybe learn something from it too, idk. 

For reference, this occurred after the other story. I guess I got horny enough that the longing for another experience overcame the fear I had gotten from the first one.

Back behind the stage at my old high school there was a raised section up and to the right of the stage where all the clothing and props and whatnot were kept for drama class. Underneath were a bunch of make-up and dressing rooms, so the whole thing was solid, not a rickety metal platform. It was an old school and everything was poured from concrete. There was a small flight of concrete stairs that went up to the landing, tucked away in the dark. The stage itself was old and wooden and creaky, but the clothing storage area was really solid.

I had taken a drama class on a whim my freshman year and I didn’t really enjoy it, but I learned a lot about what was up there. It was genuinely impressive how big of a collection the program had amassed. There must have been a couple hundred dresses, a hundred pairs of shoes and boots, thousands of props, etc. etc. The important thing was that I learned it was completely dead up there whenever a show ended. For a solid month after a play ended, nobody went up there. The only time the auditorium was used was for assemblies and presentations and stuff, but the storage area was left alone.

This was perfect because I was a horny little thing and I wanted to do another self-bondage thing, especially during school. There was nowhere in the building that I knew of that was consistently abandoned for any length of time except for that place. And that was all the better because there were some things up there I wanted to use.

I chose the week after a show ended, just to make sure they got everything returned and whatnot, so nobody would barge in on me while I was doing my thing. It also helped that my parents were out of town for the week vacationing in Hawaii, so it lined up fine. I would be able to leave the house for an extended period of time (overnight) and not have to worry about my parents looking for me.

The week I was gonna do it, I had to wait until I found the auditorium open. It’s kept constantly locked and only a few of the teachers have the key, like the drama teacher and some of the janitors. On Tuesday after school, I got lucky and saw the back door that led to the stage was open. There was a staff meeting or something inside and I could sneak behind their meeting and head up to the loft.

I left all my self-bondage gear in the bottom of my backpack for the whole week to maximize my chances of seeing an open door and being ready. I walked through the door and carefully walked towards the loft. The stage was set up so there were a ton of curtains hung up, concealing the entire backstage area from the auditorium where all the teachers were. I carefully stepped up the stairs and walked across the loft and sat down.

Up high, I could see around the curtains and look at all the teachers in their staff meeting. The loft was positioned directly adjacent to the stage and was probably twenty feet up, and I could hide behind the racks of dresses and clothing to peek through at all the teachers. There were dozens of racks of clothing, and the entire area was shrouded in darkness from the spotlights shining on the stage as the principal was yapping about something or other.

A little thrill flew through me as I carefully set my backpack and lunchbox down, both packed with supplies to spend the night in the building. There were rows of shelves of props and a very tall tower of chairs and tables in the very center, towering up towards the vaulted ceiling. I dropped my stuff behind this in the corner as far from the stairs as possible and got ready.

While the staff meeting was going on, I pulled my clothes off down to my underwear, carefully looked through some of the dresses until I found one that was pretty, slid into it, put on a pair of heels from the shoe rack, and carefully clip-clopped my way back to my stuff. During the staff meeting, I pulled the bondage gear from my bag and carefully laid it all out, ready to go. Since my last bondage experience, I had ordered a different ball-gag on amazon and had it delivered to a locker, one that didn’t have a blindfold. It was a panel gag with a large red ball inside the panel. I had tried it out in my room at home and it was very good, better than the one with the blindfold. I also had the same pair of handcuffs, a couple of coils of rope and a couple of rolls of tape.

While the principal was talking, I silently pushed my socks from the day into my mouth and carefully buckled the panel gag onto my face. It was one of those that the buckles had little padlocks for, and I tightened every buckle down and twisted the lock through, locking them shut. I verified that I had the key before I put them on. I was NOT going to get stuck at school with a ballgag I couldn’t take off my face.

The thrill of doing my bondage literally only a few yards from all my teachers and the principal and everything was insane. I got a little overwhelmed and had to take a few breaths through my nose, but then I was good.

I took a couple of coils of rope and wrapped them around my legs, over the costume dress I was wearing. I tied my legs together at the knees and ankles, a nice simple tie, nothing too time-consuming. I also tied my big toes together since the heels I had chosen had open toes. It was kinda fun.

I took the key for my handcuffs and tossed it a few feet away into the dark, to give myself a little challenge once the teachers left. I took another length of rope (I brought a LOT of rope) and tied a small loop through my ankles, then passed it through the cuffs. I laid down on my stomach and slowly, carefully clicked the cuffs over my wrists behind my back, securing myself into a nice happy hogtie. The clicks from the cuffs were easily drowned out by the person yapping into the microphone, so I was safe.

Once I was bound, I gave out a little squeal of excitement, completely muted by my gag. I wiggled around and pressed my crotch into the floor, listening to the meeting happening below me, just out of view.

After about ten minutes of wiggling about and enjoying the bondage, I relaxed and got ready to wait for them all to leave. I didn’t dare go wiggling around in the dark to find the cuff keys while they were all there.

Funnily enough, the next thing actually happened. In school, I was kind of a go-getter and had really good grades. I was the valedictorian of my graduating class and I got a bunch of scholarships for college, which was really cool. I kid you not, what I heard from the college counselor who had some announcements to make is completely true. My counselor told everyone that they had had a student win the _________ scholarship, which was pretty prestigious. That student was me, and she said my name to everyone. She said, and I am not joking, “they are one of the best students to have come through here in a long time, so please congratulate them on their award if you see them in the halls”.

I almost laughed out loud. The ‘best student to have come through here in a long time’ was currently bound and gagged, living out their erotic fantasy not a dozen feet from where she was speaking. It was too ironic to be true.

Anyways, it took another twenty or thirty minutes for them to wrap up with their meeting, and another thirty minutes for the last of them to leave the area. Teachers really like staying late and talking with each other apparently, so it was a good hour before I felt it was safe to struggle over and find the keys. It took me another ten minutes to find them since they had bounced in between some boxes, but I eventually undid the handcuffs and got ready to do the rest of my stuff.

I left my legs tied together and took my gag off so I could have a snack. I brought two or three meals worth of food, so I ate supper as the janitors vacuumed the auditorium. I played some games on my phone and pretty much just waited until the auditorium was locked up, which happened around 6pm.

After it went silent, the ceiling was the limit. I put my gag back on and tossed the key to the little padlocks down onto the stage, where I heard it go clicking and bouncing into the dark. The only light was a little hanging one above the loft that I had manually turned on once the doors had been locked and nothing had changed for a few minutes. Everything else was pitch black, including the stage and the entire auditorium.

The first thing I did before I did any bondage was go through some of the clothing up there. One thing that I really wanted was a corset. Having my midsection held tightly straight was such a horny idea to me. I found the box of dress-up corsets and took one out. The ribbons cinched down super tightly over my dress, and it was INCREDIBLY stiff. It was exactly what I had been hoping for. After that, I got into the bondage stuff.

Now, one of my better discoveries with self-bondage: If you take a pair of leggings and cut one leg off a little above the knee, you can wear it over your head and use the other leg as an armbinder. You take the severed leg and pull it down over your head, the waistline passing over your chest. The cut leg is so you can push your head all the way through and be able to see. Then you pull the waistline down as low on your chest as possible, then push your arms through the uncut leg, which you need to position behind your back.

You can get out of it pretty easily, but it puts a ton of tension on your elbows and arms, which feels a lot like an armbinder. At least I think it does, I haven’t ever had the pleasure of wearing an actual armbinder before. But it’s as good as I can get it. And the way you make it so you can’t get out of it at all if by taking a pair of handcuffs and securing them to something, then locking your wrists together at the other end of the ‘armbinder’.

So, what I ended up doing multiple times was tying a crotchrope and waist belt, passing the cuffs through those, tossing the key off the balcony onto the stage, and pushing my arms through the armbinder and locking my wrists to my waist. I then would have to carefully slide down the steps and then feel around on the stage floor until I could find the keys. Then I would take the keys, toss them back up to the loft somewhere among the clothes racks, and then carefully hop up the steps with my legs bound together and go find the key. I did this probably a dozen times, all with new types of bondage. One time I went down the steps hogtied (which was very scary) and another I went back up the steps in a frog tie (less scary but much more work). A frogtie in a dress is also super weird, the material kept getting in my way and tripping me up.

It was probably midnight when I decided to try something else out. The railing that prevented kids from falling out of the loft was metal and very secure, and the edge was quite a bit overhung. Like 6 feet overhung. I wanted to do some suspension self-bondage, which I KNOW IS VERY DANGEROUS BUT I THOUGHT I WAS SMART ENOUGH TO BE SAFE WITH IT!!! And I was smart enough. Nothing bad happened. But it was very arousing and I loved it.

I hung a couple lengths of rope from a single railing so I would be able to spin around, and then I tied a VERY GOOD body harness on myself. All my lashings were super secure, also the ropes attached to the railing. There was NO CHANCE of anything falling, especially since I would be bound dangling like ten feet off the deck. After the body harness, I tied some ankle cuffs and got ready. I took my handcuffs and TIED THE KEYS FOR THEM TO MY BODY, NEAR WHERE MY HANDS WOULD BE. Nothing would fall, the keys would certainly not fall, everything was VERY SAFE.

I attached my chest harness to the railing and slowly lowered myself down the rope until it went taut. I was now hanging by my chest harness, slowly rotating in place. I TRIPLE CHECKED everything to make sure I was secure, and then I tied my feet up to the center rope. I pulled them tightly until my feet were roughly at the same level as my head level, up behind my back. They were still bound together, so it was kind of like a half-hogtie, but floating in the air.

I pushed my hands through the leggings and then carefully clicked my hands into the cuffs, TRIPLE CHECKING that I could still reach the keys. The keys would not fall, they were tied to my body. They never did fall, and they couldn’t have. I was VERY SAFE.

I’m just going to say, if you ever get the chance to have a professional put you in suspension bondage, it is super cool. I will never endorse doing suspension bondage alone, since that is SUPER DANGEROUS and I really should not have done it. So, if you ever get the opportunity to do it in a very safe and controlled environment, not from a railing in my old school in the middle of the night, then I would recommend it. The rope harness was pulling nicely on my body and putting new tightness in really fun spots, and wiggling around slowly rotating in place, surrounded on all sides by nothing but air, really creates a sense of helplessness. I really enjoyed it.

However, I did it far from perfectly and my legs started going numb from the angle they were pulled up at, so I unlocked my cuffs, untied my legs and carefully pulled myself back up the rope to safety.

Those were pretty much the highlights of the night. I did a lot more bondage stuff and wandered around the rest of the auditorium, not just the stage. I tied myself to multiple chairs around the room, then my last challenge was to squirm in a hogtie from the top of the loft all the way down, across the stage, to the main floor and all the way to the backroom where I stashed the handcuff keys. This took quite a bit longer than I thought it would and a lot of stuff hurt, so I called it a night then. 

My school is hella old, and I had already looked around for cameras and whatnot. I packed up all my stuff, put my hood all the way up and pulled the pair of leggings over my face, then quickly pushed out the doors, out the rest of the building, and walked home. I could see through the leggings to some degree, but they completely concealed my face.

I doubt anybody saw me leave, even on my walk all the way home. It was around 3am and even if someone had seen me, they couldn’t see my face. All the camera footage outside of the building would only be a masked figure walking away into the distance. If anybody bothered to check.

Ultimately, it was a very good self-bondage session. Obviously, I am a very stupid person and a ton of the stuff I did during my session should NOT be done, especially the suspension stuff. But yeah, I wanted to share my experience, warn y’all to not do what I did, and maybe teach y’all a thing or two about self-bondage. The leggings thing is very good and I haven’t seen it posted online anywhere, so either I just invented something crazy or it’s a normal thing that everybody in the self-bondage community already knows. Either way, I hope you enjoyed reading, and I hope you stick around for more stories!

I'm adding this bit as an afterthought a couple of days after I finished writing it, and I cannot stress enough how dangerous it is to suspend oneself. Really, I should not post this story, but I think it turned out alright and I put in a TON of safety things and disclaimers and stuff, so full send. If it goes badly, I will probably pull the story down, just because of the nature of the content. So, I am stressing this even more, I SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE WHAT I DID AND LUCKILY EVERYTHING TURNED OUT ALRIGHT. DO NOT DO WHAT I DID. IT IS INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS AND GOES AGAINST LITERALLY EVERY RULE THAT EXISTS WITH SELF-BONDAGE. DO NOT DO IT.

I wrote another story inspired by this one, using the exact same plot line, except that it goes wrong when it gets to the suspension part. If you want to see how wrong things can go, and why you SHOULD NOT SUSPEND YOURSELF, you can click here to see the fictional fantasy thing inspired by my actual story.