my initial experience with self-bondage

This is my first post here. Tonight I hogtied myself for the very first time. I ran a few trial runs with slip knots and hand ties to make sure I had them right. I used this plastic twine (I’m not sure of the proper name) with nooses at each end, one for my ankles, and another for the wrist coil which was a shoestring behind my back. I had used a belt to tie my thighs together and another shoestring to bind my ankles as close to the belt as possible. I intended to use scissors to free myself but that changed when I ended up ball gagged and tied in tighter bondage than expected, lying belly down on my bed staring at those scissors sitting on my pillow. For the first time in my life, or at least what I can remember, I cried out of frustration. I could hardly move; all I managed was turning over, which was also difficult. I had placed a knife to my side before starting. The crying started when I couldn’t find it. More than an hour passed as I struggled to turn around and grab hold of those damn scissors. Finally, I spotted my little pocket knife in the midst of struggling for the scissors; it had slid right to the side of my backside out from under my blanket, shoved between the bed and the wall. I managed to cut the twine with the knife but it didn’t prove worthy of cutting through my bootlace wristcoil. Finally, I figured out that I could now move my wrists from behind me to in front without that twine binding them. I’m still shaking from feeling this kind of helpless kink for the very first time.