Subject: autobound  
From: Rockettt
The excitement started to build as soon as I locked the door.  No one around
  and no interruptions for the rest of the night!.  With no bondage partner, I
  really have to pick my times for self- restraint.  When I've got time, tho'
  I'm really pretty proficient at self-bondage (and self-release-Very
  important).  The prospect of the whole night and tomorrow with no
  interruptions or possibility of discovery really made my pulse pound.  
  
  The first order of business was to assemble the ropes toys and clothes so
  everything would be handy.  One has to be properly dressed for these
  occasions.
  
  The first item to go on was the cock ring and butt plug. A good lube job made
  everything pop thru' without much trouble.  Likewise for the butt plug.  The
  crotch strap and waist belt cinched the whole package together, pinching my
  waist in in readiness for the corset that was to come later
  
  Next came the crotchless catsuit, which makes the corset lace up much easier.
  Then I laced on the knee high 5 inch heeled boots.  Lacing these hot looking
  things on will turn almost anybody on- It certainly has that effect on me
  anyway.  I was breathing hard when I finished even tho the corset wasn't even
  on yet.  My breathing wasn't the only thing hard either.
  
  As I zipped up the heavily boned corset and began tightening the laces, I
  began thinking about how I wanted to be bound for the evening.  Hogtie?
  Chairtie? Something more complicated?  As I got the laces as tight as they
  would go, I decided on the chair.  
  
  Next I put together the escape mechanism.  When I use a  chair, I hang a knife
  from the ceiling so that it reaches the floor, then suspend the knife up near
  the ceiling using a suspended 3/4 inch split ring, a loop thru the hole in the
  knife handle, and an ice cube.  I pass the knife loop thru the suspended ring
  and loop it around and ice cube.  Then when the knife falls, it makes no
  difference whether I'm still upright or I've fallen over.  Either way I can
  get to either the string or the knife.  I've never been able to find anything
  that is not foolproof about this.  Just don't be under the knife when it
  falls.
  
  For my chair ties, I like to use a small bentwood cane bottom chair.  Since it
  is light, it won't injure or bruise too badly if you tip over.  It doesn't
  look like much, but if you rope up right you are completely immobilized..  I
  set up the ice and knife now, knowing that it would last about 40 to 50
  minutes before dropping the knife.  
  
  Next, I set up the video camera.  I like to see what my handiwork looks like
  after I'm done.  Now I was ready for the chair and the ropes.
  
  This is the real thing!  I laid out all the ropes so as to be accessible from
  the chair, including the double wrist loop and zip tie I use to secure my
  hands then began lacing on the leather hood and gag.  I always get a little
  claustrophobic and even scared as I push in the huge gag and begin to tighten
  the laces.  The claustrophobia passes in a few minutes, but a little fear
  remains and the excitement starts to build.  I then pushed the "on" button to
  start the video camera and sat down to begin.  
  
  First I tied each leg to the chair legs and cinched them up tightly.  Can't
  have things coming undone before its time.  I then ran a rope around the chair
  back, ran both ends thru my crotch, around the chair back  and thru again for
  several trips. When tightened , this rope has the dual function or cinching my
  butt tightly to the chair back, and also helps keep my legs apart so I can't
  squeeze my cock between them.  I then tied my thighs to the chair bottom to
  complete the lower part. 
  
  I tied my chest to the chair back and used a cross shoulder tie to cinch
  myself tightly down into the chair.  
  
  The moment of truth was approaching, tho, since there wasn't much else that
  needed tying.  The ice had been in place for about 30 minutes, so there were
  still about 45 minutes to go before the knife dropped.  I wasn't sure I wanted
  to be completely helpless for that long.  I decided to get a little closer and
  see.
  
  First I put on the tiny nipple clamps.  They don't feel like much at first,
  but 45 minutes might be a  different story if the was no way to change things.
  Just as well do it right, I thought, as I clamped them into place feeling the
  first surge of pain and excitement.
  
  Now came the real thing.  I picked up the wrist loop and zip tie.  I put the
  end thru the locking end and ratcheted it up a little so I wouldn't have to do
  that behind my back.  Then I put my left hand thru the double loop and held
  the zip tie in place with my fingers while I put my hands behind my back.  I
  then slipped my right hand thru the loop with the zip tie between my wrists.
  All that remained was to yank on the zip tie to form an cinch between my
  wrists and I would be totally bound and helpless for at least 30 minutes.  
  
  I tested my rope job by yanking and struggling any way I could, but I had done
  it right-nothing moved or loosened.  I could jerk the chair around the room
  some and could easily tip it over if I wasn't careful, but there was
  absolutely no way to get out of this without a knife if my hands were tied.  I
  pulled some of the slack out of the cinch and tested my wrists again.  I could
  still get them loose and turn back, but just barely.  One more yank and I
  would be permanently tied (for 30 minutes anyhow).
  
  Altho' I could see thru the eyeholes of the hood, i couldn't look down enough
  to see my cock, but I could tell it was rock hard and standing straight up and
  there was no way I could touch it or rub it against anything.  It was already
  getting pretty frustrating and I wasn't even reallly tied yet.  The nipple
  clamps were getting pretty uncomfortable too.  What to do?
  
  Taking as deep a breath as the coret would allow,  I grabbed the end of the
  zip tie and yanked it tight.  I heard the zipping sound and felt it trap my
  wrists.  No way out now.  This was a pretty panicky feeling!  I couldn"t get
  my wrists loose anymore.  I could barely move in the chair, couldn't see much
  thru the eyeholes, certainly couldn't speak, indeed couldn't even make much
  noise with both the gag and hood in place.  I yanked and jumped and bucked in
  the chair as much as I could, which wasn't much and nearly tipped over a
  couple of times.  By now my dong was throbbing and jumping more than I was,
  aching for some sort of touch or friction, but there was no way of doing that
  for quite a while.
  
  I tried to calm down, thinking that I could patiently work one hand out of the
  wrist loop.  It was a good plan, but very difficult to inplement, since my
  hips wouldn't stop jerking and straining against the ropes trying to find some
  way of getting some pressure or at least contact on my frustrated, straining
  cock.  I soon found that the cinch had done its job perfectly.  There was no
  slack in the wrist rope and absolutely no way out till the knife came down.  I
  checked the clock again.  Still about 25 minutes to go.  I had only been in
  this fix for about 6 minutes and I was already about to go nuts, partly from
  fear and partly from sexual frustration, neither of which was getting any
  better.  
  
  I tried getting the chair up on one side in hopes of slipping the ankle rope
  off the end of the chair leg, a futile maneuver which nearly made me fall
  over, which I was not really anxious to do since it would make getting to the
  knife much harder.  As another wave of panic hit me I began bucking and
  jerking the chair around, scooting around the room and yanking against the
  ropes with absolutely no positive results.  I did get some negative results
  tho,- I overbalanced the chair and tipped over and backwards to boot.  Nothing
  was injured, but lying on my hands and arms under a chair back was pretty
  painful.  I hadn't figured on being on my back like a turtle.  The first task
  was to get over on my side.  This was a little difficult since I had no
  leverage on anything, but after several attempts I was able to push with my
  hands enough to roll over.  I began to wish that I had fallen over the first
  time.  By now I had jumped the chair about 10 feet further from the knife.
  That started to look like a long way.  At least on my side I was a lot more
  comfortable, even if it was no more escapable.  I still had no chance without
  the knife. 
  
  I craned my neck to see the clock.  Still about 15 minutes to go.  Now in
  addition to my other problems, the nipple clamps were really starting to hurt
  as well as stimulate me (as if I needed any more stimulation).  I was really
  getting antsy to get free and relieve my frustrations.  I tested my ropes
  every way I could think of bringing me to the realization that even when the
  knife fell, I might have a whole lot of work to do to scoot over to where I
  could get my hands on it.  I strained mightily to get the ankle ropes off the
  ends of the chair legs.  They would get so close, but just wouldn't quite make
  it.  After working all the ways I could in the ropes, I was finally able to
  scoot a few inches at a time toward where the knife would be.  It was somewhat
  of a relief to discover that I could make it to the knife , however slowly.  I
  struggled mightily as much as I could trying alternately to find a way to rub
  my cock and trying to find some way to escape.  I finally got so tired and
  sweaty that I tried to give and wait for the ice to melt.  In my nerve-jangled
  condition, this didn't work for long either.  I resumed bucking and straining
  and thrusting as much as theropes would allow, only becoming more hot and
  frustrated.  
  
  Finally the knife fell and I began my 15 foot journey, three inches at a time.
  After about 10 more minutes and a lot more struggling and sweating, I finally
  felt my hand close around the knife and with some fancy manipulation, I cut
  off the wrist loops.  Finally free!  Next I hurried to get the hood and gag
  off.  This was a huge relief in itself.  The clamps came next and as I
  expected it hurt like HELL taking them off.  Everything else came off easily
  allowing me to take care of the problem between my legs.  This seemed to
  produce a 10 megaton explosion and seemed to last forever
  
  A short rest and a long hot shower were welcome and allowed me to consider my
  next bondage evening.  But- that's another story---for later.  
  
  next time,
  Rockettt