Uh oh - Did It Again Almost

I got back into selfbondage last night. It wasn’t anything complicated—just my ankles secured, with bindings both above and below the knees. I added a cleavegag and something less common for me: a blindfold. My arms were bound to the sides next, ending in a full hogtie. The sensation was wonderful as I writhed and fought against the ropes; it really got my blood pumping.

The only hiccup was losing my bearings while blindfolded and thrashing about—I couldn’t locate my scissors. Initially, no panic. I’d tied myself up before with older ties and could usually free myself without cutting anything, but this time wasn’t one of those times. My hands were stuck fast, and the blindfold made finding the scissors impossible. I tugged at it to push it off, which was difficult, while simultaneously trying to slip my hands out—also unsuccessfully. The ropes gave a bit of slack, just not enough for me to escape.

Frustration started creeping in alongside excitement. I kept wriggling around the room, hunting for those scissors and attempting to dislodge the blindfold. Somehow (I’m still not sure exactly how), I finally got it off.

Once my vision returned, it was obvious why the scissors had eluded me: I’d squirmed nearly as far away from them as possible. With sight restored though, getting free turned out to be quite straightforward.