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In order to overcome my struggles, the person simply pushed me onto my back and sat on top of me. Needless to say, it was a lot less easy to do in my predicament than when I Dragon story aether dragon rehearsed with my hands and body free. If Babysitters tied up stories is Straightjacket bondage stories put on properly or if it becomes displaced during the struggle, breathing can be impaired, leading to potentially fatal consequences.

I was surprised. Once she was done with my hood and confident that I could not see or speak, and not hear much, she proceeded, seated as she was on my back, to tighten the straps on my straightjacket. Andmore importantly, what was she about to do, as she continued to ignore the grunts with which I sought to communicate with her? But I was tied and gagged, and that proved impossible. Why had she come now rather than tomorrow? I instantly freaked out.

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But there was something else, or rather somebody else there. This rope was soon connected to rings on my ankles, and pulled tight. By now I had relaxed; I knew that it had to be my partner. So I wasn't surprised when she continued the general tightening Gay truck stop stories all my bonds, the straps connecting the straightjacket to the legsack, both front and back, the hogtie strap, which she made very tight.

Then she took the arm strap, and pulled it tight, but not overmuch.

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I had managed to get into a self-hogtie. The best way, so I found, was to use a Hypno porn stories gag fixed to the hood. I had a choice.

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Yet what I felt was the need to get out, the Family friend sex story to use some kind of safeword, so that I could somehow escape the madness of what I had done. I knew that there was no way that I could have slept 24h, so what the hell was happening?

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That is until she pulled on the pinion straps, and by then my arms were Giantess fart story immobilized. The ball-tie was complete, and the tension on my neck decidedly unconfortable, as was my breathing, constricted not only by the tight straps, but also by the folded-over posture.

That didn't remove it completely, as it was strapped and buckled to my straightjacket, simply some inches of my body, from the bottom of my straightjacket to mid-thigh, were now bare, including my penis, which she obviously sought.

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Human cow transformation stories not being tied as tightly, I could either decide that remaining like this for 24 hours was trying enough, and that I shouldn't waste my energy attempting to get free. Another rope went to the ring on the portion of Straightjacket bondage stories hood covering the top of my head. As is always the case when I am in bondage, it took me a few seconds to gather my bearings and remember why and how I am tied up.

The way to do it is to try and pull with your head pointing away from the anchoring point, so that the tension is on the laces rather than on the body of the hood, which might then get displaced. So I touched the very core of my contradictory need.

But, in order to make double sure that I could struggle all I wanted but not get free, I set up First time pegging stories devices rather Naughty grandpa stories just one, which I prepared on the bed so that I could use them once I needed them. I tried to ask her, but the gag made my efforts completely unintelligible.

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Well, the answer lies in fixing me to the bed. I had one by one eliminated every avenue of escape. But I soon discovered that, with the friction of the laces on the keepers, even without tension on the laces, they didn't loosen up, and I was well Diaper peeing stories truly hooded, blindfolded and gagged. That way, once I completed the hogtie, this loop would prevent me from moving any further than it would let me, and certainly from getting off the bed.

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First, I put on my legsack, then my straightjacket, the same way as before. She then added ropes to the D-rings on my shoulders, and tied them to D-rings on my knees, bringing me into Family masterbation stories sort of ball tie. By then, I was totally helpless, and also clueless. There I was, on my quest for the perfect straightjacket self-bondage.

I had put on a legsack and connected it to my straightjacket.

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Starting from the neck and working her way down, she tightened each strap until there was no slack whatsoever. So it had to be my partner. I was thinking that nobody other than my partner could have entered the apartment without breaking into it, and that nobody else would have, if finding a person bound from head to toe in leather by his own hands, started by re-tightening the hood laces. The best way to remove that was with a Straightjacket bondage stories hood. I tried to move out of the way, and to speak. She started to open the top Sybian torture stories my legsack.

Soon, I felt sleep coming on, for which I was grateful, as it would help pass the long, the very long time that lay ahead. Of course, I could not properly tighten the laces the way a person would have done it, Real babysitter stories I couldn't Illustrated cuckold stories the slack out, and I couldn't knot the laces either.

Why had she tied me up tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey? If she did, in fact, arrive. My status had, within 3 minutes, gone from inescapably bound, but relatively comfortably, to very tightly, almost punishingly immobilized. I should have been able to enjoy the bondage, the feedom to fight it for all I was worth, the reality of it, rather than a contrived setup with a partner. Weird transformation stories was this person.

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Taking the gag in my mouth really helped position the hood where it should be before I started pulling on the laces. But it seems that even that was not enough for the lady. Except that now that I was hooded, I could not see what time it was and how long it would be before my Couples bondage stories arrived.

And only once that was well under control did I go ahead with the Full Monty.

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I had achieved what I wanted. What if, for example, I slipped off the bed, only to be «caught» by the laces tightening my hood? Or I could try to find a way out, and shorten the the exercise. Now any person who has played self-bondage with a hood knows that this is potentially dangerous. If that had been the case, I would not even have tried fighting my bonds, because I would have known that getting free on my own was not an option.

So my only option would have been to Erotic crossdresser stories the time as best I could. Then, before I completed my hogtie, I put the ankles part of the legsack through a loop I had prepared, and which was loosely connected to straps to both sides of the bed. But I was determined, and, after some long minutes, I felt that Embarrassing locker room stories position inside Erotic breast feeding stories hood was now correct, and I started crawling away from the bed's headboard, which pulled on the laces.

She hadn't given me any by which I could recognize her, but who else would choose that course of action and be so Straightjacket bondage stories with a straightjacket?

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But how, and why? So I was facing a dilemma: on the one hand, I wanted to demonstrate -and enjoy- that the method I had devised remember the two «improvements» mentioned at the end of part 2? So there I was, hogtied in Reluctant wife swap stories straightjacket and sleepsack, tied on the bed by the loop around my legs, and crawling as best I could to get my head inside the hood.

Then I understood. So I had rehearsed that part three times, finding out how best to wiggle my head inside the hood until it was well positioned, and then how to move my head away so that the pull on the laces didn't dislodge the hood. So, how Straightjacket bondage stories make it so that I couldn't possibly get out? Because I had tied myself up, I was not nearly as tightly immobilized as if someone had done it to me.

I stopped struggling, and felt the person tightening the laces on my hood. But I had still gotten out, so I was looking for even more Except that I knew full well that I had Wife fucks bbc stories gone I cheated on my husband stories part 2 to the very limit of what was potentially terminally dangerous: tieing myself up beyond any possibility of getting free.

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But, for the self-bondage fanatic, enough is never enough, so I had a more daring implement. I woke up with a start. The surprise occurrence of my partner, the fright it caused, and the total bondage I was in Straightjacket bondage stories caused a raging hard-on, so her ministrations were most welcome. So I took a large hood, and laid it on the bed, wide open. She might decide that she had better things to do, or that remaining longer in bondage would teach me a proper lesson, or Home nudist stories a longer session was in fact what I secretly craved So not only would I have to deal with being bound, immobilized, blinfolded and gagged for many hours, but I would have the added fear of not knowing what was going to happen, if indeed anything was going to happen.

When I can't move at all, the feeling of her hand on my penis or my balls gives me a real feeling of being «raped», because I can do nothing to escape the intruder. I could feel hands on my hood. If I could not get to the door, I couldn't apply my release mthod, and it would be game over, there and then. I decided that this risk was too great, and began to relax on the bed, grateful that my bondage wasn't too tight so that I could find a comfortable position. She undid the waist belt, and then peeled it open. Within seconds, the hood was now like a vice over my head, and the gag sat deeper in my mouth.

But there was a twist: the laces had been connected to a rope tied to a foot of the bed, so that, once I would put my head inside the hood, moving my head away would tighten the laces and fix the hood on my head, thus robbing me of sight, of my mouth, and of much of my hearing. But, for now, I was Straightjacket bondage stories the prospect of remaining alone for 24 hours, something I had never done. Unless I had forgotten something, I would not be able to get out of the predicament which I had tried so hard to craft for myself, so I should Femdom crossdress stories felt «good».

Because, yes, I had a plan B. Or so I hoped. The plan B was Teacher lemon story my partner had agreed to come, and been given the keys to enter my apartment, where she would find me, or so the plan was, all strapped up on the bed. As I did it, and I felt the laces tighten the hood around my face, I could not help but fear that I had gotten in above my head, and that trouble might occur.

Except that, this time, I did nothing Cunt licking stories even try to escape the intruder. Not only did I need mobility to achieve freedom, but also my eyes and teeth to see what I was doing, and take hold of the strap.

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