A Truly Dull Initial SB Tale

To begin with, I have to say this is a rather dull tale and not particularly engaging. Additionally, I’ve shared another version of it in a different section before, but I decided to post it here as well, so sorry if that’s an issue. Here goes my first real SB experience (by ‘real’ I mean the very time I was unable to move or get free without waiting for my release) … … … My initial true SB attempt happened many years back when I still resided with my mother. My mum had left home for the day, and later on I had a crucial interview that I absolutely could not afford to miss; consequently, I felt somewhat pressured. I had been gathering the bravery to start my first SB session for weeks, and since the house was empty, the idea of seizing this opportunity began to cross my mind. I was nervous because if I went ahead, something might go awry, and I couldn’t stand the humiliating thought of being discovered helplessly bound and naked by my mum, in addition to missing the interview. This also made me very excited, and soon I decided to do it. I looked around on the community site and liked the concept of a mobile phone release (where it vibrates and drops down). I set up the phone and grabbed some bike chains. I chose to use them to chain my hands to my ankles while kneeling. I added a couple of nipple clamps for light pain, then put on the chains. My hands were shaking as I clicked the locks into place, but eventually, I was helpless until the phone fell back into my grasp. I had set it for just 20 minutes, yet soon worry crept in. What if something happened? What if the phone dropped out of reach? I was scared, but enjoying the experience. After what felt like an eternity, I tried turning my head toward the phone. That’s when I realized I’d made a huge mistake. My mobile/cell phone was somewhat unreliable and had a flip screen, which caused it to shut off if slammed too hard. In my haste, I had done exactly that, and panic set in. I struggled as hard as I could against the chains but to no avail. I thought that lying on my front might give me a better angle. Unfortunately, this was a poor choice because my weight was no longer resting on the floor; my legs fell backward, pulling my arms with them, which made the chains tighten beyond tolerance. The circulation in my hands started being cut off, and I knew what could happen if it worsened. I struggled and rolled onto my side, desperately trying to get free, but ended up wedged against some boxes in a horribly uncomfortable position. The clamps on my nipples felt like they were burning; I could barely feel my hands, and I was hot with heavy sweat. I started thinking there was no escape and that this whole thing was a stupid idea. Just as faith began to waver and I wondered what would happen when found, I felt something start to slide. I wriggled more and noticed the chains becoming slippery; they were covered in laminate plastic and my sweat. Feeling this was my only chance, I pulled so hard it felt like my hands might come off. It still wasn’t working, so I moved a bit slower and tried adjusting my hand position. Once done, I pulled again, repeatedly, until finally one hand slipped free. The other wouldn’t quite get out, but I managed to shuffle toward the key, bumping against its resting place to lower it slightly. When it was close enough, I stretched out as far as possible and grabbed it. I undid the locks and collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. Relief washed over me; I was elated to be free. I savored my freedom for a few moments before finishing up. It was a terrifying experience that only ended when natural defenses helped lubricate my bonds so I could escape. I didn’t do much more bondage for a while afterward, but the memory remained with me. Scary yes, but utterly thrilling. … … … I know this wasn’t very exciting or particularly ‘hardcore’, but it was to me at that time. Anyway, I hope someone liked it.