You never want to have this thought.
We all live our lives trying to fend off potential danger or suffering. We go to work every day for stability, we wear our seatbelts for safety, and we make sure our doors have locks for our security. Danger is bad.
Very bad.
VERY bad…
But it’s also kind of exciting…….
….
I can explain.
I started doing BDSM with Self-Bondage. I started with some rope and tying myself up, then I tried using tape as a restraint before trying many other things. Metal, leather, rope, plastic, basically anything I could use to bind myself became a norm for me as it would make me feel helpless as I pleasured myself. I imagined being tied up like a present, or a package, or a prisoner, and these fantasies and thought had my mind running wild as I used vibrators and toys to make myself feel pleasure for hours at a time.
But there was a problem.
Even though I tied myself up, wrapped myself up or blindfolded and gagged myself… I always was able to escape. I made sure of it for my own safety.
But when you know for certain you are able to escape your binds with enough finagling and effort… It doesn’t quite feel like… You are fully bound.
And so each time I bound myself up, I began slowly trying to make it harder and harder to escape. Until one day… I went a little too far…
It was late at night, and my housemates had both been in bed for several hours, when I decided to do some bondage.
So I brought out a large roll of Plastic Wrap I had purchased from Home Depot, and wrapped my entire lower body from my waist to my feet in wrap, until it resembled being a see-through hobbleskirt.
I then gagged myself with a bright pink ballgag and prepared to wrap my upper body.
I had built a machine that was essentially a pole with a clamp in the middle of it, weighted at the bottom so it wouldn’t fall over. I would then put the large roll of Plastic Wrap on the pole, as it is suspended by the clamp. I would then be able to freely hold the wrap, and twist in circles, so that the Keyes of the wrap would unroll from the pole, and around me until I was encased.
But today… I got a L i t t l e carried away…
To prepare for this session I put a knife in a safe and secure spot on my table where I would be able to reach it if I needed it, without having to worry about injuring myself on it.
I also made sure the temperature of the room was cool so that I wouldn’t overheat, and that I had plenty of water in my system and I didn’t have to use the restroom. I was prepared for everything.
At least, I was ALMOST prepared for everything.
As I was about to start wrapping myself up in the Plastic wrap, I had an interesting idea to make my escape more difficult. Perhaps I could wrap my entire arm in wrap, and then wrap my hands into tight fists, kind of like bondage mitts. That would make it MUCH harder to escape. And the idea of inescapable bondage began to make me feel VERY warm.
So I wrapped my arms.
Currently my legs are bound, I have wrapped the Plastic tightly around my waist to give me the feeling of being tightly constricted, (Kind of like how I imagine wearing a corset would feel) I am gagged, and both of my hands are bound. It already would be incredibly hard to escape, and I hadn’t even started wrapping my upper body yet.
So I hobbled my way over to the pole with the Plastic wrap on it, and I nabbed the Saran Wrap with my bound hands, crossed my arms, and began wrapping myself completely.
It was slow going, which was a blessing and a curse, as it was too slow to make me nauseous while spinning around, but it took quite a while to cover my whole upper body. And as I twisted around, I cherished how tight the bonds were, and began to let my mind run wild.
Maybe I was being a mummified for a beautiful Egyptian Queen to become her slave for the rest of my life. Perhaps I was being wrapped by a mythical creature, to be left in a cocoon until it came to feed on my pleasure. Or maybe I had been kidnapped and was being packaged and shipped in secret to a Domme who wanted to have her way with me.
All I knew is that I wanted to be wrapped up. And in my heat-generated craze, I did just that.
I encased my whole body in layer after layer of wrap. And while I knew there was a chance that I might not be able to escape, but I wasn’t thinking straight at the time, and being completely bound sounded like the most wonderful thing to me at the time.
Eventually I wanted to rest and struggle against my restraints, and I managed to slowly walk over to my bed, and lay on it.
The moment I tried to lay on my bed, I forgot I couldn’t catch myself, and would’ve knocked the wind out of myself on the landing had it not been for the many layers of plastic protecting me.
I positioned myself in a more comfortable spot on the bed, (which was hard as I couldn’t bend my legs) turned on my side, and managed to use the bed and my bonds to pleasure myself until I reached a climax. And I loved every moment of it. ❤️❤️❤️
It was only after about 15 minutes of resting, that I realized the title of this Post…
“I was in Danger.”
Normally I would either use the knife to cut myself out of my bonds, or would wiggle my arms out of the Saran Wrap after I stretched it. But since my knife was on the other side of my room, and I couldn’t even bend my legs or my waist enough to stand up and get it, I couldn’t use the knife…
And I have wrapped my arms in Saran Wrap, essentially sticking them to all the other binds, making it impossible to pull them out.
It was a scary moment.
I suppose you could argue that I could have yelled out for help amongst my sleeping roommates, but I have known them each for years, and to do so would immediately alienate me from a huge part of them as I was naked, wrapped in Plastic wrap, and wearing a bright pink ballgag. So I was going to avoid that at all costs.
I also began to panic, since I began to feel restricted by the bonds and had to forcibly calm myself down to make sure I did not hyperventilate or panic.
To break it down, over the next 4 hours I had to wiggle a finger out of its mitt, poke a hole out of the wrap oh so slowly, and use my now freed arm as leverage to stand up and get my knife to free myself. Needless to say, I was exhausted after that. ?
But what can I learn from this? Well. Self-bondage can be fun, but it is DANGEROUS. So please, learn from this young fool and NEVER EVER try anything that might leave you permanently bound, or that might cut of oxygen, circulation, or anything like that without a trusted partner to help you out.
I am making it my new goal to find a partner because I want to lead by example, and hopefully will be able to open a new world of possibilities with a partner, without risking my life.
BDSM is fun, but no amount of pleasure is worth risking your life.
Feel free to let me know of any mistakes you’ve made playing solo, and/or some solutions you have created to prevent you from being put into that dangerous situation again.
- Till Next time. ❤️❤️❤️