Early Self Bondage by Anonymous

 Once again he was alone. His parents would leave in the morning and come home late in the afternoon.

This was his favorite part. The house all to himself. He could be as experimental as he wanted to be.

First thing he would do was making sure the windows and curtains were closed and doors were locked.

Next thing was getting naked and deciding what he could use this time in his ongoing self discovery into bondage and pain and orgasm.

He liked to feel abducted and taken against his will, so he liked to find ways to feel almost completely helpless to the best of his abilities.

He laid out his collection of leather belts which he had punched extra holes in for the measurements he needed, some rope which he had already cut, some clothes pins from the balcony where they used to sun dry their clothes, a big role of Saran Wrap, his latex boxers some safety scissors and one of his swim hats which he had set aside just for these occasions. He was in the swim team, and he loved the rubbery, stretching and air tightness of the hat.

Carefully and slowly he started to put on the boxers. They were snug and his leg's hair would sometimes get pulled by the latex causing him to gasp for air from between his teeth. Sometimes the latex would roll and grab bunch of his hair and yank them out resulting in him cussing to the earth and the skyes.

But he loved the way latex would stick to him so tight and how it felt against his member. How it smelled before and after mixing with human sweat. How he loved to sweat and suffer in latex.

He made sure to point his penis downward as he pulled the boxers up for what he had in mind.

Next step would be the legs. He tied one belt around both of his ankles. He ran a piece of rope between his ankles, underneath and above the belt making it tighter and more secure. His ankles were now separated by the rope but restricted by the belt. There was no way he could get out of this without his hands.

Next came on the clothespins. He usually likes them a little tighter than they were, so he would wrap rubber bands around the tips but not today.

Now came the fun part. Standing in their the middle of his room he wrapped the Saran Wrap one time around his ankles loosely just above the belt and as soon as it stuck to itself, he started to pull and wrap, pull and wrap.  Sometimes he would hold the roll still and turn his body. With every layer added, his mummification suit was getting tighter and tougher. Once he was up to his crotch, he tucked his member between his legs, closed his thighs, and he went on about wrapping his front and butt. Once he know that the wrap would not roll down he decided that he had to cut the wrap and go to the kitchen because he was getting very thirsty.

Hopping like a bunny he made his way to the kitchen. He made sure to land on his tiptoes to quiet his impact so the people who used to live below him would not hear anything.

Bringing a glass of water back to his room was not an easy task without spilling a decent amount on the rugs.

The pain of the clothes pins was starting increase to the point that sometimes they were totally getting his attention.

After positioning himself where he liked, he started to get on with wrapping his upper body.

He could feel a bit of sweat and Premium In his latex prison because his member would slide, ever so restrictively and try to get hard which was very frustrating in the predicament that he was in.

Sometimes it was really hard to hand himself the role of saran wrap from behind. Sometimes it would fall and break. Sometimes it would stick to the role itself, and he had to go back on the roll to figure out where it went wrong.

Right before reaching his chest he made sure to hold the clothespins down pulling firmly on his nipples as he wrapped layers after layers over his sensitive chest.

He stopped just right under his armpits above his pecks and just to make sure that the wrap would not roll down, he tied a belt around himself two inches underneath where he had stopped wrapping.

He was totally a mermaid at this point trying to move his hips to get some friction but all to no avail. The pain of the pins would sometimes send twitches to his cock that he wanted to rub so bad!

He wondered if pencil skirts felt somewhat similar!

He grabbed his specially measured belt and tied it where it would create a very small loop just enough for one of his hands to get in and once at the wrist, he would force his second hand into the loop creating and decent tight bind. But this time he wanted his hands behind his back.

He folded a pillow and held it in the middle of his bed 

He positioned the swim hat at the head of the bed where his head would be and slowly laid with his pelvic on the pillow which would make his ass raised in the air with his face down. He put the swim hat on his face instead of his head stretching it under his chin and over his head.He had made small holes in it for some air but when he inhaled the mask would crunch up and hug his face making breathing difficult. But he knew how to get the desired effects since he has done this many times before.

Putting his hand behind his back he tried So hard to get his second hand into the loop but the loop was pretty tight. His arm muscles were starting to ache and get sore. he was getting really frustrated. All of this for nothing!? Gathering all of his thoughts and energy he decided to give it one last push with all he had and sure enough he was able to complete his handy work. He relaxed his muscles and just lied there trying to catch his breath through the mask slowly coming to the realization that he was really tied up! He even tested his hands and was impressed with amount of helplessness he felt, but he did not want to test them with all he had to keep the mood going just in case he would come undone.

After catching his breath he started humping the pillow which was providing a bit more of a pointy surface for the pressure he desperately desired against his cock.

Half an hour passed and he was a mess. His hair all wet from the sweat, inside his hat was the same and the smell of rubber and sweat was driving him insane. His cock was as hard as it could get between his thighs, but he still hadn’t been able to cum and the pain was getting unbearable on his nipples. He started to really struggle on his bed throwing a tantrum as the pins squeezed his nipples harder and harder, but he couldn’t do anything about it and that fact was turning him on even more! he started to moan and whimper as the pillow slipped from underneath him. He just laid there almost crying.

One moment he was like ” I’m gonna fuck you so hard” trying top push himself over the edge and the next he was crying like a bitch begging his imaginary Mistress to let him cum, defeated by his tiered muscles.

After hours of struggling he gave up and with the help of the sweat that was formed around his wrists, he slipped out of his belt. And started untying himself and cutting the Saran Wrap. He was weak and his body muscles were super sore. He could barely stand yet the feel of the fresh air which felt cold on his now exposed and wet skin felt soothing.

Time to eat something and start to hide the evidence...