Stumbling Upon My Secret Self-Bondage Session

I’ve been into self-bondage for quite a while now, yet I strangely prefer being the Top in my relationships; I absolutely hate letting someone else take charge. Right now I have a girlfriend and we maintain an intermittent D/s dynamic…but occasionally those urges strike to engage in some personal self-bondage. Since we share an apartment, it can sometimes be tricky to carve out time for these private sexual moments, but with finals approaching at University, my schedule is much lighter. Yesterday afternoon while she was working, I decided to practice a bit of self-bondage. It’s been a little while since my last session, and this time I opted for a more difficult knot.

To begin, I bound my right leg by securing the ankle to the upper thigh, closing it in on itself, followed by the left. Then I tied my toes together with enough length of rope remaining to attach a clamp as well. Next, I clipped another one from the chain connecting my handcuffs. Both keys were already stashed away in separate corners of our home.

I attached those Clover clamps to my nipples, locked the cuffs behind me, moved onto the floor, and pulled with all my strength until both cuff ends secured firmly to my toes.

Lying there, I savored the bonds along with the ache. After what felt like 25 minutes (the song ‘When I Was Young’ by Eric Burdon and the Animals playing on my playlist gave me a clue), I began searching for the key. This took much longer than expected; after about 15 minutes of fumbling, I heard the lock click open!!!!!

Panic set in! It was an unprecedented level of dread for me, though luckily my bonds held firm. She walked in…I felt so embarrassed. She retrieved the key and undid everything, then we had lunch before she left for work again. I felt quite foolish. Hopefully this won’t alter our dynamic; she seemed understanding enough…but there’s a catch. She mentioned wanting to switch roles long ago…now I might have to hand over that control x_X.