(Inspired by this awesome art by @jonut21 )
So to recap part 1, I rolled off the bed which pulled out all of the slack of my carefully measured tethers, tightening the cinch ropes about my ankles, thighs, wrists and elbows, and making me completely and utterly helpless. I was surprised to fine that my ankles were suspended off the floor and my arms were not settled on my back. I must have somehow made an error in my measurements? Either way, I enjoyed the hell out of myself grinding and pretending I was a damsel from the movies and I had one hell of an orgasm.
However, when I went to pull my knees in underneath my hips so that I could kneel up and release the tension on my cinch ropes, I was alarmed to discover that I did not have any range of motion to do so. My legs were pulled out and slightly up by the tethers up over the mattress to the other side of the bed. Nor could I slide backward because my arms were being pulled up and toward the head of the bed by their tethers. It was bad, y’all. I wiggled every way I could wiggle. I flexed every muscle. I pulled and I strained. No matter what I did, ropes were holding me tightly together and in place against the side of the bed. When I threw all of my weight and my strength into a final desperate attempt to, I didn’t know what…move the bed?...pretty much nothing happened.
….picking up the story from there…
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“This can’t be happening. Oh god. I’m totally fucked.” MMMPhffffff!!!!!
I started wondering how long it would be before my blood circulation was getting impeded. I worried about dehydrating. It was probably around 2 AM on Friday night/Saturday morning. Mom and Dad wouldn’t be home until Sunday night because they were going to church on campus with Jeremy. I can’t be stuck like this all weekend!
I screamed. I didn’t even care about getting discovered for being a bondage slut at this point. Honestly, I think I was making some decent noise. It’s not like I stuffed my mouth super full. But I live on a farm. If somebody was on the front porch, MAYBE they’d hear me. But there was zero chance a neighbor or passerby on the road was going to hear my desperate cries.
The thrill I’d just felt moments ago pretending to be a cartoon damsel/hero was replaced by true dread. I told myself actual helplessness was a dream. I was finding out now that dreams aren’t always pink clouds and unicorns. Some dreams are nightmares, and I was in real trouble. I felt my tears spilling out soaking into my t-shirt blindfold. Exhausted, defeated and completely out of ideas, I went limp and gave up.
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Time passed. Hours, I’m sure. I’d fallen asleep and awakened once, or maybe twice. My situation hadn’t changed except that my fists had opened up partially. I felt the pulse cause a finger to twitch slightly with each pump of my heart. At least my circulation was still ok. My mouth felt dry as a desert buy my body was soaked from sweat and from saliva running down my face. And, of course, from the tears.
“They’ll be home eventually. It’ll suck but you’ll be ok.”
I pass time trying to think of how I’m going to explain this. I briefly considered making up a story about a burglar. But that would set off an investigation and make things so much worse. No. I’m going to have to tell the truth. I did this to myself.
“Why Tina? What in God’s name possessed you to tie yourself up? Is this a SEX thing?” My imagined mother’s damning words cut deeper than the ropes did into my body.
“It’s just a game, Mom. I was just playing. I was just…”
“JUST a game? Is doing drugs just a game, Tina?” My mother is a deeply religious and faithful woman. She’s not a rational one…
“Drugs…what? No. It’s just for fun. Like in the movies.”
“Well are you having fun now, little lady? Are you having fun in your sinful game?” Here we go….
“Mom, no. No. Please.”
“Since you’re having so much fun. Let’s put you back just like we found you.” The gag and blindfold were both tied tightly back around my head.
“Nnnmmhffff…Mmmpppfff!!”
“You have to learn, like all sinners, Tina. Your sins put you into this mess. Only God can get you out. Get right with God and He’ll release you.”
“MMmppff! Mmmmmm!!!! Mffffff!”
“May he forgive you and have mercy on your soul.”
“Mmmfff…..”
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I woke up from another period of restless sleep to the pain of a hair being plucked from me head. Startled, I looked around the darkness with my blindfolded eyes. As I jerked my head to the side I received another painful burn as now several hairs were yanked sharply. If took me a moment but I realized I had done that myself by moving my head. My hair was caught on something. Carefully, I moved my head around. After a bit of exploration I discovered that some of my hair had gotten caught in the rough wood under the bed frame. I pulled my head slowly away from the bed and felt the few remaining stuck strands become taught and then pull free of the splinters that had just held them. But then I had an idea.
I turned my head sideways and placed my cheek flat on the ground. Then I slid my head under the bed frame. I used to hide under there during storms when I was small. So much has changed. Once in position, I lifted my head up off the ground and pressed under the rough wood of the underside of the bed frame. Then I tucked my chin into my throat and slid and rolled my head back out from under the bed. I felt the T-shirt blindfold scrape and catch on the wood. I pulled ever so gently, not wanting to pull the blindfold from it’s tenuous anchor. It was like performing surgery or defusing a bomb. I was making tiny, careful movements, afraid that a single bad move could cause a disaster.
That said, rediscovering this tiny bit of freedom made me almost forget that the rest of my body was tied up and so helpless.
After much trial and error, I managed to drag the blindfold up over my head. I could see. The shadows in my room told me it was late on Saturday. I’d been tied up all night and all day. That fact hit me hard. I started another frantic struggle attempt, as if being able to see would somehow make THIS attempt more effective.
“That’s not going to work, girl. Or you’d already be out!” I yell at myself when I do stupid things. This was one of those times. I squeezed my eyes tight to refocus myself. Then I opened them slowly, hoping the “reset” would make things more clear. “You can see now, Tina. So….see what you can see.”
The first place I looked was under the bed. I didn’t see anything useful, nor did I see a way to reach anything if I had seen something useful. I slowly gazed around the room and similarly didn’t find anything of use. Then I lifted my head up as high as I could. I could just barely see up onto the mattress. My eyes followed the tight, dark brown help ropes that ran from my wrists and elbows diagonally across the mattress and then disappeared down the other side where I’d tied them to the bed from against the wall. The ropes pinched down into the mattress and “dimpled” the sides where they curved their way down to my helpless arms.
“They’re diagonal…” I was suddenly doing math in my head. THAT was my mistake. Fuck! I measured the ropes using a straight line up from the bed frame, across the surface of the mattress and straight down the other side. But when I tied them off I anchored the tethers to the spots on the frame that had cross beams supporting the mattress. Those were downs by the foot of the bed and up by the head of the bed. That caused the tethers to have to shift diagonally when I rolled off to the floor.
I arched my back as hard as my exhausted body could arch. It strained my strapedoed arms, but I managed to lift my head enough to look back at my ankle and thigh tethers. They were also diagonal. And that’s why my legs were lifted up off the floor and unable to be pulled in under my hips to allow me to kneel.
I relaxed. This time, it was ACTUAL rest and not just surrender.
“Think Tina. Think!” I needed to find the slack in the tethers that was being taken up by the longer diagonal run. That was the only way I could get myself free. But the bed is solid. The floor is solid. I can’t stretch much more than I’m already stretching. The ropes are taught. I can’t reach any knots. There’s no way to make the ropes stretch longer than they are.
But maybe I can shorten the distance they have to reach…
I braced myself for one more big effort and arched my back again. I got my eyes even higher over the edge of the mattress and looked back to the footboard. My shoulders were screaming. My arms were trying to push me right back down onto my chest, but I held myself there. I had to be sure. And to my relief, I thought I saw a solution. I thought I saw my salvation.
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What I saw was a gap between the mattress and the footboard. If I could slide my body backward far enough, my ankles would drag the rope tether along the surface of the mattress toward the edge of the mattress and, eventually, over the bottom lip and it would slip down the gap. Then the tether would no longer have to run up the far end of the mattress and back down this edge of the mattress and I’d gain 36 inches of slack. Well, minus the 2 inches of “mattress depression” I’d built into my calculations, but that would still be MORE than enough for me to pull my legs in under myself so I could kneel up and get free.
The challenge was that I not only had to fight against my arm tethers to slide down to the foot of the bed, I also need to reduce the downward pressure of the rope tether pushing down into the surface of the mattress. This is where years of gymnastics was going to have to pay off…
I flexed my stomach. I squeezed my glutes. I tightened my thighs. I made myself as rigid as I could, like a piece of wood. Then I pulled my straight arms down toward my back. I felt the cinches tighten more as the rope tethers resisted my pull. But I kept on pulling. My fingers stretched and strained backward toward my legs. I was lifting my “planked” body up off the floor by the tethers. But I wouldn’t be able to hold myself long enough just with my shoulders. My fingers groped past the rock hard hump of my flexed ass and down toward my thighs. Specifically, toward the rope loops securing my thighs. Just as my strength was giving out, I managed to dig my fingers under the rope. They clenched and my shoulders could relax.
Now I was perilously dangling a few inches above my bedroom floor. I started making synchronized movements with my feet and my head. Flex my feet and look up, my weight would shift forward. Then look down and point my toes, my weight would shift backward. I continued this pattern, building momentum, until I was rocking back and forth. It was only a few inches, but it might be enough.
When I reached the limit of my backward swing of my Tina-pendulum, I jerked my legs and my head straight up and arched my back. For a micro-second, my ankles raised up above the surface of the mattress. I timed this maneuver just as my momentum was pushing me down toward the footboard. With the tension no longer in place on my ankle tether, my backward momentum caused is to drag down toward the gap. Doing this, unfortunately, spread apart the anchor points between my arm tethers and my leg tethers a little more, creating my pressure on the strapedo. My arms were being pulled higher and my hand grip on my leg ropes, which was allowing me to hold the plank, was under duress.
I didn’t think I had much time before my fingers would give out. And if that happened before I shifted the ankle tether off the mattress into the gap, then I’d actually be in a more stretched out brutal bondage position that before attempting this escape.
“Don’t think, Bitch, just swing, damnit.”
I went back to my pulsing swinging movements. Each time I edged the tether down a bit, the tension on my body became greater and my momentum was reduced. I was also riding higher off the floor. Soon, as hard as I was rocking, I was just barely moving. My kicking and arching became more frantic. I didn’t dare use the strength to lift my head to look back. I just had to keep kicking backward. Over and over. My gagged grunts and moans louder, and louder.
Until, finally, the tether on my side of the mattress leapt over the corner and down into the gap side.
I became perfectly still. I didn’t even breathe. I hung there for what felt like minutes. The tether was down in the gap at either end but the length of it was still up on the surface of the mattress on the edge of the precipice.
“Please Lord. Please Lord. Oh please, oh please, oh…oh..yes!!!!!”
My body weight was just enough. The old mattress sagged slightly and the length of the tether followed its ends down into the gap.
I landed with a thud on the floor and laughed out loud in relief. I rolled around, still tied up and tethered to the bed, but now with a good deal of slack. I inch-wormed my legs up under me until I was able to kneel. After that, it was just a matter or time to get my ropes loose. Pretty soon, I was free.
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And this is actually the first time I’ve told anyone about this particular self-bondage near-disaster. It felt good to get it out into the world. I hope y’all enjoyed the read.
Be safe out there.
Love you!
XOXOX