Spring Break
Spring Break It was the spring break of my sophomore year in high school. I had been into bondage for several years and had been reading many stories on self-bondage and reading many techniques on different positions, time-release mechanisms, and just general experiences. Until recently, I was just doing simple self-bondage, the usual hog-tie (very escapable and nothing spectacular about it), tying myself to a chair, crudely tying myself to a bed, and very basic tying (tying ankles, hands and lying on the floor to struggle). But slowly, my collection of toys began to grow. Going from ripped T-shirt material and bandanas to ball gag harnesses, double locking handcuffs, rope, and leather straps. I had always had the key to my cuffs near me and I almost never stayed bound for more than 20 to 30 minuets, but today was going to be different. ...