I wrote a story where I told the true tale of my self-bondage adventure inside my old high school, and there was a part of it that I could not stress enough was super dangerous and should never be done, so I am going to write a FICTIONAL bondage fantasy of how it could have gone wrong. This FAKE story is inspired by the real true story I posted here, and I hope you enjoy it!

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. I had packed a panel ball gag, a couple dozen coils of rope, several rolls of tape, and a pair of handcuffs that I had ordered on Amazon.

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.

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 decided to do some suspension bondage: I had only ever done it in my room hanging from my loft bed, but I could always reach something there and I never got the feeling of free-hanging in space. Here, the railing overhung by a good 6 feet and it was probably 15 feet off the floor. I could dangle to my heart’s desire!

I took several lengths of rope and secured them to multiple different railings, to make sure nothing would fail. They all came together in one place so I would be able to spin around in circles. I tied a very good body harness around myself, from my crotch up to my shoulders, and made several anchor points. Taking several more lengths of rope, I sent lengths up to each to combine in a single strand, so I could still spin in place. I pulled the leggings armbinder thing over my neck and got it ready for me to put my arms in. I looped the cuffs through my crotch rope and took hold of the keys. I then secured my body harness to the rest of the ropes coming from the railings with a big knot, and slowly lowered myself down the rope.

I lowered myself down probably 8 feet so I was dangling midway between the ledge and the floor. The body harness felt good and I wiggled around to make sure nothing was pinching. I took some more rope that I had brought down with me and I then looped it through my bound ankles. I pulled them up behind me into a nice hogtie and secured my ankles to the main rope that held me up. As I slowly rotated in place, my heart pounding, I pushed my hands through the leggings armbinder and clicked the cuffs down over my wrists, sealing me in place.

Let me paint you a picture. Imagine a highschool girl, wearing a blue dress and a matching corset, tied in a hogtie and dangling 8 feet off the ground, slowly spinning in place as she wiggled and struggled against her bonds. Is that not a great picture?

For me, it felt great. My ankles and knees were bound together with rope, the corset restricted my breathing a little and made me hold my core tightly, and my elbows were pulled backwards in the pseudo-armbinder, all locked up nicely by the handcuffs. I moaned into my gag, my socks still in my mouth behind the leather panel and red ball as I felt my weight shift against the ropes, rubbing in the best places.

After probably ten minutes of dangling and moaning and trying to rub the rope to get myself to climax, I realized it wasn’t working. So I took the cuffs keys that I was holding in my hand and I went to unlock the cuffs. The angle was weird from the armbinder, so I twisted the keys sideways to try to get them into the hole…

I lost my grip. I cried out as the keys bounced off my back and plummeted down to the ground, clicking lightly on the wooden stage deck. My eyes were wide in shock as the keys glinted happily from the floor, well out of my reach. I pulled at the cuffs, trying to slide my hands out, but there was no way. I glanced up at the railing where I was dangling from, and there was no way I would be able to pull myself up in my bound state.

I panicked. I screamed into my gag, bouncing against the ropes and twisting my arms this way and that to try to get free. Nothing budged. My body harness tightened in weird spots and rubbed against my body, mainly in my crotch where my hands were connected to. I screamed into my gag as I managed to get a climax to happen because of the heightened stakes I had inadvertently made for myself.

How could I orgasm now? Not when everything was at stake! I had to get out before a teacher came in the next morning! Nobody could discover me like this!

After two or three more orgasms and passing out from exhausting myself struggling, I slowly awoke several hours later. Everything was in pain: I had never been in an armbinder for this long, and my ankles were throbbing from the weight of my legs hanging from them. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t get out. The keys were still on the floor, glinting in the light, so close yet so far. All I could do was wait for a teacher to come in. And that is exactly what happened, another 5 hours later.