TESTING THE DOUBLE CONSTRICTOR

[Another self-bondage story that proves once again what by now should be self-evident: self-bondage is the most dangerous kind of bondage there is. PLEASE make sure someone's around to check on you next time you decide to do a solo. BW]

I am writing this to contribute to your website. Love the fact that it is free. Thanks Bob. I was inspired to do this to myself after reading “ESCAPE ARTIST CONSTRICTS SELF INTO NASTY BIND” on your website. I must admit that it is what I was looking for, a secure hogtie that can be self induced. I must say it worked pretty good. Here is my “review” of the constrictor knot:

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and I wanted to play a little inside. I had finished the story about the guy who hogtied himself in the bathtub and used a very effective constrictor tie so as to remain tied up without the possibility of escape. After reading his ordeal, I had to do some research. I found a couple of good sites that showed how to do a constrictor knot and over the next few weeks I practiced so as to get good at getting out of it. I must admit that this is somewhat hard to do, depending on the type of material used to make the double constrictor knot.

Like I said, I was practicing getting out of it over the last few weeks and tied myself up using different types of rope, cord, and sashes from a bathrobe. I found that the smooth shiny nylon rope will not hold a constrictor knot very well, but the sash off my bathrobe does. I hadn’t had any good long-term bondage sessions in a while as work has kept me busy and also other things going on in life that I had to deal with. But this time I finally found a Saturday afternoon to play with. After tying my hands in front of me and always successfully escaping, I thought this time I would do a reverse hogtie (which is really what turns me on). First I rammed a rubber ball gag down my throat, making sure it was secured behind my head. That is enough to get my juices going, and I got a hard-on in my shorts.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” I moaned, pretending that someone had me hostage. Well, its not worth doing unless you do it right, so I took a rope and went right to work on my bare ankles. Nothing like the feel of soft rope coiling its way around your body. Nothing like the feel of a rubber ball trying to force its way into your mouth. I decided to do this hogtie right and get up on my bed, this way it would take more effort when it came time to effect my escape plan.

I tied my bare feet together, and ran the same rope up to my bent knees. I made a few loops above and below the knees and cinched them, taking care that the knot was well out of reach. Then I prepared a double constrictor and anchored the two ends of the sash to my feet. Then I thought about how I had not locked my chastity device on and started debating about whether to do it or not. Well, normally when I play these games, I am always wearing it. My personal rule is, when tied up there will be no screamin’ and creamin’, no humming and cumming. When tied up I like to be free to struggle, moan, grunt and whimper without the distraction of being able to get sexual relief. It doesn’t seem right for a man to be tied up and not be desperately horny. But I decided not to cocklock myself, because I was starving to have my hands securely tied behind my back and anchored to my bent-back legs.

Time to take the plunge. I had to bend back to put myself into the constrictor knot and at first I didn’t think that was all that unusual. After all, the times I practiced were with my hands in front of me and not tied to anything else (like my legs), so I went through with it. I grabbed the constrictor knot and fumbled around to contort and twist myself so I could bring my hands together behind my back. Getting into it was a small bit of a struggle, but not uncomfortably so. When I relaxed naturally, my legs straightened out a little and the double constrictor tightened. Well, there I was, and struggling was enjoyable. I had a full hard-on that was leaking and I tried to hump myself off on a couple of pillows. In retrospect I should have only had a partial hard-on, but no chastity device. Anyway, I found that while I was not really paying attention to my hands, it seemed that the knot had tightened on them. It came to a point that it was not able to tighten anymore, but now I was very definitely tied up.

“Mmmmmmmmm, uh, uh!!!” I exclaimed ecstatically. This is what I had been wanting for several weeks and had never had the time to get. I relaxed and started to struggle again. Let’s see, legs, feet, hands, yup, everything was still securely tied. I could look down and see that the knot I had tied around my legs was still tight and very well out of reach. “Mmmmmmmmm,” I moaned again in satisfaction. My erection came and went and I could tell that I got some stimulation from it rubbing on my shorts and the pillow, though not enough to cum.

The time eventually came to escape and I put my plan into action. I twisted and stretched my back and pulled my legs closer to my body so as to get some slack in the constrictor knot. But there was a problem, which was that I noticed that I was unable to get the knot to loosen. Well at that moment I panicked. I must have lost that hard-on in a second, because now I was going to have to escape for real. I kept twisting my wrists again and again with no result whatsoever. Crap! Now I had gotten everything I thought I wanted. I was completely helpless, and no one knew I was there. I hadn’t told anyone what I was going to do or to come by and check on me later. I yelled out, but that did no good, as there was no one around to hear. My upstairs neighbors moved out a week ago and because of the rain no one was walking around outside. So there I was, helpless and all alone. No knife nearby since I was on my bed. And I never thought to leave one nearby on the floor.

I relaxed a little and started to think how I could get out of this. First I rolled and squirmed my way over to the edge of the bed. Then I had to find a way off the bed and onto the floor. There might be a knife in the living room, so I had to get there. What a struggle it was to try to fall out of bed safely onto the floor. And somewhat painful, too. Well I made it to the floor safely and was kneeling down, everything still securely tied in place. Now on my knees I tried twisting my wrists again. I kept doing that for several minutes but to no avail. And now I had another problem. Both hamstrings cramped up severely. I was now yelling out in pain, but who was going to hear anyway? I had to lay down on the floor somehow and managed to get down there without injuring myself. Time for a breather I thought, since I wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Finally by a stroke of dumb luck I was able to get out of it. All the struggling made me work up a sweat and the sash got very wet. The constrictor opened up just barely enough for me to almost get my hand out of it. That is the only give I had, so I exploited it by keeping it opened a little.

More planned, calculated struggling went on and the knot opened so that I could finally pull my hand free after about an hour or so.

I quickly untied myself and was out of breath, sweaty, and very, very relieved. I only spent a couple of hours tied up, but had I also cocklocked myself it would have been much longer. Being cocklocked feels great, but also limits my movement and this time I needed the ability to move around. If someone had found me that would have been very humiliating. And I didn’t have a story worked out to explain how I got into that mess in the first place. This all happened yesterday and I am sore everywhere from all the work that went into my escape. Next time I will let someone know what I am doing and make sure they are willing to come over and check on me. [Please do. BW]

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