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Wednesday, 11 June 2008

Can bondage go wrong? Yes it can.

I was chatting online to a new web friend of mine and we were discussing the dangers of what can or did go wrong for us when we were all tied up nice and snugly. So I thought I would discuss with you some of the problems I once had.

Before I was with Peter, I used to do silly things like experiment with self bondage. I still do sometimes, but have to keep it a secret from him.
I am much more clued up now than I was. You don't think anything can go wrong.

I had the afternoon of work, and thought I had it all planned out. I had the rope, the handcuffs, a scarf to use as a gag, I had the keys on the floor in another room I intended to crawl to before I fumbled around to release myself. Just in case I also had a knife to hand to cut the rope if anything was to go wrong, so at least I could stand up to go get help.

I had tied myself up with a nice thick cleave gag so no one could hear a shout for help. With some embarrassment for liking bondage, I didn't tell anyone to come and check on me. I was silly and thought more about the damsel in distress than the consequences.

I had rope tied my legs up way to tightly at the ankles and the knees and they started to go numb a little while after I was all tied up. The legs going numb wasn't a good thing to feel, when you are crawling into another room to get the knife to cut them free.

I had cuffed my hands behind my back, but I had played with those handcuffs that fold over and have the bar thing, rather than the chain.
When I got to the key it was an age for me to realize that I had the key holes on the top of my wrists and there was no way I could contort my wrist to use the key. If I had put them on the right way I still wouldn't have been able to fit the key as it was slightly to well spaced away for my small hands to reach.

That's when I began to really panic. I had gone in gung ho all guns blazing and didn't check a thing. I hadn't double locked the cuffs either so the wrists kept getting tighter as well. I was close to tears and really worried. I managed to calm myself down a bit. I was more ashamed at being found dead like this - what would my mum or dad think.

I thought to myself that if I had put the ropes on and had managed crawl to the knife, I knew I could gently cut them off. I had to sort of get to a hogtie position to do it. I guess the mind over matter thing took a hold. Eventually I had to force my cuffed wrists over my bum and under my knees to try to get the key in with my teeth after I pulled the gag out.
An hour or so, of pins and needles up my legs with me trying to rub the life back into them, and I could eventually stand up like and old woman and hobble around the place. I remember after, my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. I guess the adrenaline rush took over from my panic. My 1 true clever braincell overrode the silly ones, and took charge and made the plan of escape.

I guess you can call it a rush, but I would rather not experience it by getting trapped like this again. It's much easier to get on a roller coaster and get my kicks like that.

Happy "safe" bondage,
Emma x

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Howdy,
Just letting you know I very much enjoyed reading your blog; it's sweet, honest and informative!
I especially liked this post since it really sucked me in! And I think it takes guts to admit to such a mistake.

Godspeed!