Thought you might be interested in this little
episode:  
 
    I enjoy bondage, the feeling
of being helpless, tied up, restrained, unable to freely move, unable to escape, 
while someone plays with me sexually, teasing my cock, balls, ass, nipples, and 
preventing me from cumming.  Unfortunately, other than my wife, there is no 
one I'd trust to do this to me.  So I indulge in self-bondage.  Last 
week, I did something a little unusual. 
    I was house-sitting for some
friends who were away on vacation.  They have an in-ground pool in the back 
yard.  On one side of their pool, the yard is shielded by trees and bushes 
from the neighbors, but wide open on the other side, although the next house
sits slightly lower.  I had a couple of ropes, two straps with 
spring-loaded clamps (impossible to pull apart, but quite easy to push the clamp 
and release),a short bungee cord, a snorkel, and goggles.  It's about 9 
a.m., and the sun is shining brightly.  
    I enter the pool, strip off
my swimsuit, and toss it to the side.  Next, I strap my ankles together 
tightly with one clamping strap.  Finding the mid-point of the longest 
rope, I wind it several times around my balls and cock, tying a square knot 
where the base of my penis meets my pubic bone.  About two to three feet of 
rope extend from each end of this knot.  I pass these ends underneath my
genitals between my legs, tying them together in a square knot behind me.  
With the other clamping strap, I snugly cinch my legs together just above the 
knees.  (By the way, I am now kneeling in about three feet of water.) 
The rope loop which now floats behind me I tie into two smaller loops.  I
then tie the remaining rope with a square knot and form a "wrist-wrap" 
with it.  The bungee cord is fastened next, one hook around the strap at my 
ankles, the remaining hook passed through the rope from between my legs and then 
back to the strap at my ankles.   This draws my legs up sharply behind 
me, effectively producing that hog-tie position.  After putting on the 
goggles and snorkel, I wrap my wrists together behind me, and, with a little
struggle, manage to tightly push them into the two loops from between my 
legs.  With a final push, my hand shoves through the loop, securing my 
wrists together behind me at my ass.  I am now hogtied, and, via the 
mouthpiece of the snorkel, gagged, as well.  
    However, I can't help but
squirm in my bondage, as I want to test my bonds.  (Squirming around is
part of the thrill.)  This, of course, causes me to lose my balance in the 
water, and I find myself drifting around.  I can breathe through the 
snorkel, but I am unable to direct myself through the water.  I bump into 
the side, and, struggle though I might, I am not able to right myself.  I 
begin to wonder if I haven't gone too far this time.  I notice that I could
accidentally wind up in the deep end of the pool, where I might float 
and still be able to breathe ok, or I might sink to the bottom, where I 
could try to shove off with my feet.  
    I try to stretch my legs,
pulling on the elastic bungee cord.  This has the effect of flipping me
over on my back, which will put the end of the snorkel into the water.  
Realizing this, I thrash around to bring myself back to a more or less upright 
position so I can breathe, and, I hope, stabilize myself to begin working my way
back to the steps, where I am reasonable sure that I can relax the tension on
the ropes and untie myself.  
    I finally manage to
"stand" on my knees, stable now, and pick my head up out of the 
water.  Looking around, I cannot see much of the house next door, so I 
don't think anyone there could see me in this embarassingly vulnerable 
position.  I look past the driveway to what I can see of the street beyond,
which seems to be clear this morning.  Suddenly, I see a car which looks
just like the one owned by the couple who own this house!  It's
coming this way!  Will it pull into the driveway?  Will I be
discovered and humiliated?  Will they take advantage of my situation and do
nasty things to me?  (Part of my secretly hopes so!)  Or will I be
drowned during my frantic attempt to get back to the side of the pool where I
can extricate myself from my self-imposed predicament?  
    While all these thoughts are
racing through my head, the car pulls around and goes up the other street. 
My secret is safe for now.  I must, however, get back to the side of the
pool.  The more I struggle, the more evident it is that this won't be
easy.  Eventually, I am able to drift toward the side, where, with much
thrashing about, I am able to sit my naked butt on the step and work on
releasing my wrists.  This takes a while, as I have to grunt and strain,
pulling, tugging, stretching, until finally one hand is free and I can, at last,
do what now must be done.  
    Since I am hard by now,
anyway, what do you think I am now doing with that hand?
 
    Yes, I finally did get myself
loose, and no one discovered me.  Got a chance to work on that all-over
tan, too.  Might be a little hard to explain that paler band around the
knees, though......