It's Friday night. Just like on any average Friday, my flatmate Clara is out with friends partying - the perfect opportunity to finally get back to some self-bondage. My personality is pretty shy and nervous around other people - and so I don't have many friends, in fact I would consider my dark-haired flatmate to be my only one. So if anything goes wrong, she would come back in a few hours to be able to rescue me. It would be super embarassing, because she obviously doesn't know anything about my kinks, but being embarassed is probably better than starving in self-made binds.

And so I close the blinds of my small bedroom inside our shared flat and turn on the lights. My long blonde hair drops openly to the ground as I kneel down in front of my bed to retrieve all the tools I need for the next few hours. I pull out a pretty long black box, which I gently carry onto the soft mattress of my bed. Because I am a shy girl, I've never brought it over my heard to buy real proper bondage equpiment. And so I carefully open up the lid, reveiling some of my household items that I like to use for bondage:

There's a self-made ballgag, which is constructed of a blue golf-ball. I drilled a tunnel through the ball and fiddled a thin rope through it. It might not be the most comfortable gag, but it is better than nothing. Especially since I never intent to go for really long sessions, this is perfectly fine. Next to the self-made gag, there are three sturdy blue ropes that I stole out of our basement mess. I have no idea about their originating purpose, but rope is rope and so it always does the trick. Lastly the box contains a coil with a tone of rolled up thin but really sturdy strings. Those are my exit for tonight. I like to use self-tightening loops and knots on my ropes, so the only way out will be to cut them - that's why I did pick the more thinner variant. For tonight I intend to go into my favorite pose - the spread eagle.

A big smile forms on my face seeing some of my bondage items. After my brown eyes behind my black-cornered nerd glasses scanned the box in joy, I grab the first rope and tie it tightly around the bottom right bed leg, throwing the other end on top of the mattress. This process is repeated on the other bottom bed leg and the top left bed leg. Since I am right-hander, I like to build the escape mechanism around my right hand to have some more abilities to escape.

Lastly I begin building my release mechanism. I grab a chair from our kitchen and cut a pretty lengthy bit of string from the coil. This string is than knotted into a self-tightening loop, through which my right hand will go later on. I connect the other end of the string to the top right bed leg - my bed mattress has options to restrain all my four limbs like a huge 'X' now. The only missing bit is to time my release. I definitely don't want to have access to my scissors to cute the string right from the get-go. I want to feel helpless for at least a little while.

To achieve that, I did freeze two separate strings to a single cube of ice in the freezer a few days ago. I did buy my own freezer for this specific purpose, so that I won't have to fear Clara stumbling upon this and asking weird questions. And so I retrieve both of my strings that are connected by the thumb-sized icecube. Seeing my plan fall into place, my hearts start to race.

I knot the scissors to one of the strings, before I climb onto the bed. The other string is than knotted to a hook in the ceiling, that is located right about the position of where my right hand will be restrained. Once the icecube melts, the scissors will drop onto the area that is accessible to my right hand and so I'll be able to cut the string attached to the right bed leg and free myself. This has worked many times in the past, so I don't have too many concerns about this.

Climbing down the bed I observe my work. Everything is in place. Happily I start to strip in front of my body-sized mirror, leaving me in nothing but my black panties and grey sports bra. Now it's time to have some fun.

With a pounding heart I climb onto my bed and position myself centrally. After wriggling around for quite a while I found a position that feels comfortable and I begin to tie both of my legs spread out to each corner of the bed, ensuring that it is as tight as I can get it on my own. Next up I grab my self-made ballgag and put it into my mouth, before I knot it tightly behind my back. After a few attempts of trying to spit it out, I come to the conclusion that I'm unable to, producing another smile on my forced open mouth.

Looking at my half-restrained body like this makes my head skip a beat in joy. In a spontanous action, I decide to also blindfold me. Grabbing one of my black scarves hanging from my headboard, I improvised a pretty solid self-made blindfold in no time.

Last but not least my left wrist is restrained to the top left corner of the bed - which is a pretty tedious and painful task, given that my legs are restrained and I only have my right free hand to actively bind a knot. But given how often I've done this in the past, I eventually manage to pull the knot tightly and render my left hand helpless.

For the final step my right hand begins to search for the self-tightening loop in the right corner of the bed. It doesn't take long before I find it. One last time I think about my situation, before I slip my hand through the loop and pull on the string - instantly tightening around my right wrist.

I'm stuck. Darkness is around me. I can't speak. I can only hear. Suddenly a cold drop of water hits my right arm, coming from the icecube dangling above it. Everything will work out - I try to calm myself down and start to struggle in my binds to enjoy the moment. Happiness and joy overwhelms me. This moment is truly beautiful.

And so I enjoy my time for the next while, unable to see how much time passes. I feel a cold puddle of water forming around my right hand, indicating that the icecube is melting more and more. The scissors has to drop soon - but suddenly I hear the front door to our flat opening. I hear Clara's voice as she is talking to someone on her phone - and my heart skips a beat. Why is she back?! It's not that late, what is going on?!

With a flipping heart I hear her footsteps walking to the hallway... directly towards the door of my room...

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Heya all! (:

I'm a hobby writer with 10 years of experience and always eager to chat with fellow bondage enthusiasts about detailed longterm roleplay ideas in the realm of mean tickle torture.

If you are interested in writing articulate and buildup plotlines (for example like the scene I proposed above) in the beautiful world of helplessness and desperation induced by inescapable bondage, I would feel delighted to hear from you! :)