Hi, my name is Alex and I am male, 21 years of age and am approximately 5.7" and athletically toned all over. I weigh around 10 stone (65kg).

Well what can I say? I am writing this story... well non-fiction story I might add to enlighten everyone of how easy it CAN all go wrong!

I have always been in to bondage but did not really know until I was approximately 16-17 years of age. I was bullied in school for as long as I could remember and even had to move school from time to time to avoid it. It wasn't because I was weird, fat or disgusting but the fact they needed an easy target that they can pick on because... they could.

Anyway I realised I liked bondage when one night when I used to live with my parents I was in my bedroom and used my shoelaces to experiment tying my hands to the bed. It was probably the same time I had my first "tug on the boat" if you know what I mean. I liked the feeling of being restrained and wanted more.

Because of my heavy bullying I suffered in my younger years I have never been confident around others and have learnt to always trust myself. As I grew up I began thinking about bondage more and more until when I was 18 I bought a leather ball gag mask and handcuffs off eBay. When they came luckily they arrived in a brown unmarked box so my mum and dad didn't ask any questions about what they were and presumed... he bought some more shit off eBay. (Because... I did purchase rubbish for
the sake of it half the time lol).

I didn't have much time to play with the toys as the next month we moved house and because my mum insisted on helping me pack my room I had to hastily and discreetly get rid of the toys before they found out about my secret and very private fetish.

Anyway years later I find myself 21 years old and working for an I.T company in London. I have my own 1 bedroom flat which is of a good size. I haven't decorated yet because well... I cannot be bothered.

I have been in and out of relationships since I was 18 and have never committed to a girl because of not only my self-confidence problem but also my self-bondage problem.

The problem is that I regularly have parents over for dinner etc... So I cannot get any toys etc just in case "they pop round" and give me help cleaning.
This leaves me in a bit of a problem and when not at work am mostly on the internet reading the stories on utopia/grommet plaza etc and viewing gags etc with never the guts to buy.

Well recently I found that my parents were going on holiday for a week abroad and decided it is now or never. I did in fact hatch a plan which would be even more devious to myself by indulging in a 24 hour-ish session alone, tied up but the best thing of all, made out of homemade self-bondage equipment. This sounds different but to be honest... I am different!

The weeks leading up to my parents holiday I could not think of anything that would keep my mind off my self-bondage adventure. Even at work I was typing up documents whilst daydreaming about myself naked and in self-bondage. If only my workmates knew about what I was really thinking about whilst typing an agenda for the afternoons meeting.

At lunch I popped to the shop over the road which sells all sorts... everything from fancy dress to mountain bikes. I went in and made some macho comment to the guy that I needed some stuff for an upcoming stag do. I ended up purchasing sticky tape, rubber bands, some strong handcuffs which had an easy escape lock on them.

That afternoon back at work I was sitting in my booth bored as I had nothing to do so I went to the bathroom and got the bag of elastic bands out and brought them back to my desk. I was being quite risky but then re-assured myself... elastic bands in an office... nothing suspicious about that!

I spent the majority of the afternoon making an elastic band ball that was circular and the same size roughly as my mouth. I then got the penknife on my keys and cut a hole right through the middle so later when at home I could thread a piece of rope
though it.

Just as I finished making the hole I heard a voice standing behind me saying something. I quickly and slightly nervously turned around to find my workmate Kelly standing there asking me what I was doing. I just muttered that I was bored and just mucking about like a lemon. She believed me without thought and then asked if I could give her a lift home because someone has nicked her bike.

I looked at the time and it was already 5.15pm. I agreed and we were chatting quite a bit on the way home about all sorts of work stuff. I pointed out where I lived as I drove past and she only lived about ½ mile down the road. I dropped her off and went home.

I unpacked the stuff on my bed indoors and using rope I had cut from the blinds I made a very good gag. Once on it was snug, kept my jaw wide open but there was only one problem. I noticed that when I took it off there were big rope marks over my face. Luckily after an hour they disappeared and I was fine. I thought to myself that I needed a way round that. I decided I needed a hood to not only protect my face but also for more twisted self-bondage pleasure.

That night I went through the cupboards and found a carrier bag. I made sure all the windows and doors were closed and I placed it over my head. I started to wrap the sticky tape around my head over the carrier bag. When I got to my mouth I measured where my nose was and made a couple of tiny holes so I could breath. I carried on wrapping the tape until I reached my neck. I then got the kitchen scissors and cut the sticky tape from the middle of behind my head upwards towards the top. When I removed the hood I then re-enforced the whole lot with more sticky tape and then coated it all in black masking tape. I then re-enforced the sides where I cut and made holes on both sides with my penknife. I then got an old shoe and removed the shoelace. I then threaded the holes on the hood like a shoe until I was at the bottom. I then tested the whole thing by pulling it over my head and pulling the shoestring tight. It was perfect.

I then cut a circular hole where my mouth was into the hood. I tested my gag with the hood and it was perfect. Total darkness and gagged. It was a little hard to breath but it was a bit of a turn on. I might also mention I put some black masking tape over the elastic band ball as it was highly uncomfortable and didn't want to choke on little bits of elastic etc. Anyway I hid the mask and gag and then went to bed.

The next day I went to work like normal and Kelly was looking at me a tiny bit weird all day which was weird. It was like she was trying to suss me out or something. I gave her a ride home and we hardly talked. At the end of the car ride she asked me if I wanted to go to the pub with her next Friday.

Part of me really wanted to go but another part of me was thinking. No... Not another girl who is going to have to live with your secret other life. So I kindly said to her that I was busy and that I had to stay in because I had my sister coming around; all a lie of course. She was disappointed and got out of the car and went home.

All I could think of was my self-bondage adventure I was going to have next Friday and went to bed that night excited.

The next week at work was boring as usual and Kelly gave me the odd glancing eye but found her own way home that week.
On Thursday night I prepared my ice-release lock by getting an empty baked bean can and filling it with water. I placed it in the freezer, watching a bit of kinky porn then went to bed.

During work on Friday was the worst. I think the fact my parents had gone on holiday and I knew I had the flat to myself all weekend was the worst! At lunch I went out and Kelly met me in the park where I was having my lunch.
We were chatting about all sorts and then she asked if I was sure I didn't want to go to the pub. I discreetly acknowledged her and went back to work. 5pm finally came and I went home alone with all sorts of thoughts running through my head... mostly excitement!

Once I got through the door I shut it and headed straight to the bedroom. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to attach the ice to the ceiling via the rope that ran through it. I would have the keys above the ice so when the ice melted the keys would drop to the floor for me to find.
My main plan was to be hogtied very tightly on the floor. I made sure I collected enough soft rope in order to do this. I am not one who likes the whole butt plug thing and decided being tied up stopped me from touching myself which was sexual torture enough!

I drew all the blinds and made sure I had everything I needed. When I looked at the handcuffs I realised I needed to remove the safety catches to stop me from releasing myself early. I got a junior hacksaw and sawed them flat so I couldn't use them.

I turned the lights off and locked all the doors in the flat so I was in the living room with no way out! The only light that peeped through was from under the kitchen door so I didn't mind as once my hood was on I couldn't see it.

I went around the whole living room floor and removed EVERYTHING that may be used to help me escape or be in the way. I pretty much had an empty living room floor which was great! With my first length of rope I made a noose and pulled it tight binding both feet together tight. I cut off the excess slack and discarded it. I did the same around my ankles and thighs and just below the knees. I soon noticed my legs were totally immobile and no amount of wriggling would undo the binds.

I attached a rope around my chest just under my pecks. I made sure it was tight and then tied a noose around it and with the other end of that rope made a noose. I put an open padlock into the noose and pulled the rope tight. I was intending the rope to link my chest to pull my ankles tight to the back of my body.

I then put my hood on and pulled it as tight as I could. I put the rope up as tight as possible and knotted it tightly. I then felt for the gag, picked it up and then took a deep breath and pushed it into my mouth. I pulled the rope tight around the back of the mask and pulled that tight too.

I took a deep sigh and lied on my front. I bent my legs towards me and with a bit of effort I clipped the padlock through the rope in my ankles. I could feel my body go cold knowing what I was about to do.

I picked the open handcuffs on the floor and took a deep breath. I stopped for a minute with my mind racing with things that could go wrong like. What if people see you somehow or your parents come round unexpectedly but before I had time to process anything I whacked the handcuffs tightly on my left wrist and put it behind my back and put my right wrist underneath the left and locked the other cuffs shut.

Instantly my body went cold with what I had just done but also excitement kicked in. I started trying to test all my bonds and locks but nothing was working. I really was stuck in the middle of my living room. Total blindness, gagged and tied up naked! I started to panic for a second and then turned my focus on trying to escape thinking that "I always fuck something up so I could get out!".

I tried for approximately 30 minutes to an hour rolling and trying to escape but all I was getting was sore wrists, mouth and well... my whole body.
I lied there for a while just dreaming that I was being held captive by a group of dominatrix's in leather and latex and they were going to go fuck me so much and torture me.

I started rubbing my hard erected penis against the floor thinking of this more and more until I spread my load all over my carpet. A sense of pleasure and satisfaction hit me about as quickly as the realisation and stupidity of what I was doing.

I really started to panic and for a good 10 minutes I was sweating out and getting more claustrophobic. I really started rolling and suddenly I felt my head whack against the wooden coffee table leg.

Everything just went black!

The next thing I awoke to was still darkness, but it was a hot sticky and sweaty one inside my hood. I then started to panic until I realised what I had did. I realised I must have knocked myself out cold.

I didn't have a clue how long I had been out cold and began to doubt myself. I decided to keep still and listen for the water dripping from the ice. I could still hear a "Drip" every 5 seconds so I calmed down and just lied there reminding myself what a stupid twat I was.

Another hour or two past and I was getting numb and sorer everywhere. I hated it and just hoped that the ice would finish melting soon so I can get the keys and be free again. The thoughts of being held captive and ejaculating on the floor kept happening for a few more hours after that.

I sort of went in to a vegetable like sleep state for a while until I heard a familiar noise from outside my door. It was the milkman delivering today's milk. It was quite a relief to hear this as I then had some kind of bearing that it was around 5am. By this time I had a sore head, felt dizzy, aching all over and not to mention am totally blind.

Another hour passed and I kept listening to the dripping to finish. The drips kept falling in about a 5 second rate and I knew it couldn't have long to go and then freedom.

I listened patiently some more until I couldn't hear the drips any more. I didn't hear my keys drop or anything and there was definitely no more dripping. I really began to worry and shuffled myself towards the wet patch where it had dripped and I found nothing. I real worry was among me and I was getting really scared.

I had not only set myself up in inescapable self-bondage but I had absolutely no get out plan! I wriggled in panic and fury for another hour until the inevitable happens. I felt the warm fluid pissing down my leg and realised I had just pissed myself.

I began to cry and was really not in a good state. The actual thought of dying slowly like this was horrifying. All I thought about was what they are going to say on the coroners report... like he died of sexual gratification or something. I thought about what my parents were going to think... the lot.

Suddenly I felt my breathing getting slowly blocked. I really started to panic. The gap in between my gag and mask was wet and it started sticking together. I got really scared and started getting shorter and shorter breaths. The whole idea of being in bondage and not being able to breath in a weird way turned me on and without even the carpet being rubbed against my penis I came once again!

I slowly started fading and in a desperate bid to survive I shouted into my gag and tried poking my tongue to make an air gap. It worked! I managed to get enough air in to breathe again. I realised though that I couldn't cry again otherwise it would probably stick together again and I could die!

I lied still for around another hour trying to work out why this had gone so wrong! Just then I heard a rattle on the letter box and without second thought I cried as loud as I could into the gag and scraped the ground to make noise.

The person at the door then said "Alex is that you I can hear?!". I screamed once again and the voice replied "Are you ok?". I screamed once more and I heard to letterbox open again.

This time I heard a rattling and I thought... oh no it is my mum! I thought I heard the lock turn and the door open. Before I knew it I heard the keys drop. I then heard the door shut.

I shuffled over to the wet spot on the carpet again and began looking for the keys. I was really scared as I couldn't find them anywhere. I began to panic and started wriggling again which caused me unbelievable pain.

I thought that the door thing must have been an illusion until suddenly I heard the familiar voice say "Looking for something, cowboy?".
I froze for a second and realised it wasn't my mum, but it was Kelly!

All went silent and I felt a new feeling. She removed my gag. She said "Okay Alex you have 30 seconds to explain why you are hogtied in the middle of your living room with a key out of your reach!".

I tried my best to respond but my mouth was aching, dry and I couldn't close it past half way. I tried to explain what had happened honestly but it was no use. I sounded like a retard sucking a sweet.

Suddenly I felt the gag shoved back in my mouth and she then said. "I knew that there was something different about you but I didn't expect this!". She carried on by explaining how this is her hobby too and telling me her sexual fantasies.

I felt the rope from my ankles to my back cut. It was such a relief to finally not have an arched back. The whole of my body screamed in pain and I just lied there still handcuffed behind my back.

She stood me up, not saying a word. She then cut all my ropes but left my hood and gag on and also handcuffs on.

She guided me over to the corner of the room and pushed me on the sofa. The next thing I know she is sitting on my penis thrusting harder and harder. I explode almost on cue and she quickly gets up and lets me explode everywhere.

Dazed and confused I felt my handcuffs get unlocked and my hands return to the front. She loudly shouts "Now sit there and do what your told!". I didn't dare cross her and she then walked up and took my gag off. She then undone my mask and took it off.

I couldn't open my eyes for about 2 minutes as the light was blinding! As I look up slowly I see Kelly in my living room naked like me.

She picked up her clothes and put them on. She unlocked my bedroom door and threw me some clothes to put on.

I put them on and got a drink from the kitchen. We then both cleaned up the mess I made and she commented on what a great mask I made. I had to ask her, why she come over and how she got in. She said to me that she come over to see if I was doing anything today. She then said how she heard a ruffling noise that was familiar. She said there was an old coat hanger outside the door so she opened the letterbox and opened the door like that.

She said how she was amazed to see what she saw. She spent 2-3 minutes admiring my locks and then knocked the key from the rope which had got stuck in the threadings.

She got some cream and we helped try and cover my cuts which were deep. I then wore a long top and coat and we went to the cinema.

After getting to know Kelly I have found not only a new girlfriend. But I have also found a great bondage partner as after experimenting I found out we are both switch.

Before I finish though I must say... if you are going to practice self-bondage, plan for the unpredicted!