Things went awry Part One

I’ve been a fan of SB for years, and now that I own my place, I have the freedom to do as I please. Feeling the urge to indulge in some self-bondage, I headed out around 2 PM last week with two key purchases: wide duck tape and long cable ties for securing my limbs. Once home, I grabbed a quick sandwich before starting the process. First, I placed a pair of scissors on the floor in the room furthest from where I’d be tied up, ensuring I’d have to travel far to reach them if needed. Since I didn’t own a ball gag at the time, I used an apple instead, wrapping it securely with duck tape so tightly that not even a sound could escape. Next came the lower body; cable ties locked my legs together completely, stopping me from walking. Finally, I secured my wrists to my ankles, creating a solid hogtie. Five minutes into this setup, the apple began to feel uncomfortable in my mouth, but it was hardly unbearable so I ignored it. It took at least 15 minutes just to crawl from my living room to the kitchen as my limbs started to ache. After over an hour of writhing and struggling, I finally reached my bedroom, thinking that would be the end of it—how wrong I was! When I arrived with the scissors to cut myself free, they wouldn’t bite through the cable ties. Then it hit me: I’d grabbed the weak pair by mistake. Panic set in as fear took over; I thought I might never get out. After ages of struggling and attempting to shout through my gag, no words came out because the apple was lodged so deep—I could only manage “mmmmm”. I tried biting down on it, but it was too hard and my jaw had grown weak from hours of holding it there. Just then, the phone rang, activating the answering machine. It was a friend calling to say he’d be coming over later than planned but would arrive sooner instead. With great effort, I managed to press the button to answer while trying to shout “help” into the receiver. He promised to come as quickly as possible. ENDINGSOON