A Great Stupidity - Part 2

I checked on my two friends – they were still tied and didn’t look like they had made any progress in getting free even though they had tried.

I started to tie myself by attaching the edge of the roll of duct tape to one of the columns in the dining room. This is what I would use to tape my arms to my body. After attaching the end of the tape to the column I pulled it out until I was at the other end of the parlor. I cut the tape and attached it to my arm. I wrapped it around my chest and arms by going in circles – I kept the tape taunt as I wrapped it around my body.

My friends woke up at the sounds of myself bondage.  They had never seen someone tying themself up before and could not believe that I was able to do it alone. I’m sure they thought I would not be able to tie myself as securely as I had tied them and therefore would be able to untie them when I was done.  They could not have been more mistaken and would soon realize just how wrong they were.

Once I had completed tying my arms as tightly and securely as my hostages, I got a leather belt and several flex ties (the plastic cuffs the police and military uses for arrests).

I put the belt on passing it through the belt loops of my levis and buckled it in place. I passed one flex cuff through the belt behind my back and attached a triple cuff to it. One of my hostages had made a double cuff using three flex cuffs (two loops attached in the middle with a third). The center loop was attached to the flex cuff in the middle of my back which was attached to my belt. Once the flex cuffs were pulled tight my wrists would be tied in place and I would not be able to release myself.

My friends finally understood what I was doing. They knew I was going to tie myself up!

I turned off the lights in the parlor leaving one lit. Then I went to the entrance of the parlor, where there was a mirror and gagged myself as I had done to both my hostages.

I returned to the parlor, sat down on the sofa and slowly tied my ankles – pulling the tape tight with each turn. I did the same with my legs, above and below the knee.

I’m almost done” I told myself, “All that’s left is my hands and we will all be tied.”

I put on some thick leather gloves, the kind that are long enough to cover my wrists. I sat on the floor with my back against one of my friends that has sat up as best he could. My other hostage was watching attentively from his spot on the carpet.

I put my right hand into the right flex cuff loop and pulled on the end of the flex cuff until it completely tightens around my wrist. I gave the end of the left flex cuff to my friend and put my left hand into the cuff.

I signalled to my friend with a moan through my gag and he started to tighten the left cuff tight against my wrist.

I heard the sound of the flex cuff as it was being tightened and could feel it slowly getting tighter.

I moaned into my gag and my friend stopped. I had two options at this moment, to have my friend finish tightening the cuff or to stop and we could stop the whole session.

My heart was beating very fast, knowing that one tug and I would not be able to escape. Then I moaned again.

It was at that moment, when my friend pulled and tightened the cuff that our game started.

When he pulled on the end of the cuff I pulled away from him; it was too late. He let go of the end and I fell sideways to the floor. My friend fell to the floor as well. There we were – all three of us tied up looking at each other in amazement.

There we were the three of us, completely tied. Feet, legs, wrists, arms, gagged and on the floor. Nobody could hear us, nobody could see us, and nobody knew we were tied up in that house. A house where you could only enter with a key that was in a drawer where we had put them.

Nobody but us knew we were there.