Blanket bondage mrblanket

(WARNING: The following is a depiction of real life bondage sessions I experienced in my younger years, and you should not try it if you are not experienced or physically fit to endure it.) I have always had a strong appeal for long-term, very tight and totally immobilizing mummification bondage, but my preference is to be wrapped up in huge, thick and heavy wool or acrylic pile blankets before getting tied up tightly with long and narrow straps made from old blankets and/or wrapped from head to toe in several layers of stretchy medical bandages, and to make it even more confining, getting trussed up in a thick and heavy mummy-style military sleeping bag. I LOVE the feeling of confinement, isolation and sensory deprivation I experience when I’m bound so helplessly, but I must also satisfy my insatiable fetish for huge, heavy, thick, and very soft blankets. My favorite blankets are made of natural animal fibers like lambswool, cashmere, camelhair, alpaca, and silk fleece, as well as very soft cotton fleece, but I also love man-made fibers like soft acrylic pile and Polarfleece. I’ve tried to trace back from my childhood when my blanket fetish and my taste for confining bondage started. I believe it was my older cousin who got me into it. I used to share my bedroom with him when I was about 10 or 11. Sometimes after school, we would come home and find that my mom was out shopping, so we’d go straight to our bedroom and play our own games there before she came back. I remember our favorite pastime was to take turns into rolling each other very tightly in a huge, thick cotton fleece blanket my cousin got from our grandmother. The sensation of being completely wrapped in this blanket and unable to move was somewhat weird, but also inexplicably comfortable and relaxing. I liked that feeling so much that I would easily stay inside the warmth of that soft blanket for hours, especially on rainy days, and I would even fall asleep all wrapped up in it. My cousin was like an older brother to me. He looked after me and protected me from the big kids in school. I was about 13 or 14 when he moved back with his father. I was really sad to learn he had to leave because my mom caught him making out with the maid one night. I don’t think I knew then that I was gay , but I surely felt closely attached to him. He let me keep his blanket as a present because he knew I liked it very much. This blanket was very special to me. I would wrap myself in it almost every night and go to sleep thinking of him. I could smell his body scent trapped in the blanket and somehow feel secure. I could almost feel as he was next to me. I think this is how my blanket fetish started. The crush I had for my cousin is long gone now, but my passion for huge, thick, and cozy blankets still remains. I believe it’s the softness and warmth that arouses me. Even looking at a nice blanket on TV, a movie or a magazine gets me excited. I imagine how thick and soft it must be and I get really turned on. I own a huge collection of blankets that I've bought through the years in many sizes, materials and weights. People always ask me why I have so many, and they laugh at the fact that I still keep buying more. Like some people say about sweaters, 'you can never have too many...' I just tell them that this way I’m always prepared for when guests drop in, and I surely am when the right guest comes along, especially when they have the same appeal for blankets as I do. Now you know why blankets are a main element in my bondage scenes. But unfortunately, having such a rare fetish, it’s been hard for me to find people to share it with. In fact, it’s hard to find men, gay or straight, who like bondage in the first place, and of the few gay men I’ve had relationships with, some liked my blankets, but all of them didn’t care for bondage at all. It might come as a surprise to you then that most of the men I managed to play my bondage games with back then were straight; some of them friends from college, but only my closest friends knew that I'm gay. Several times I was able to convince one or two friends into trying a bit of this bondage game I liked to play that I called “Houdini,” just to dare them into trying to free themselves. I’d tie them up nice and easy so that they could get out without much trouble. Then I’d let them tie me up in return, not without first giving them some ideas on how to make the bondage more difficult to undo. I would let them tie me up as hard and tight as they wanted, but I always would ask them to wrap me in a blanket or two. I knew this would make my fantasy trip more exciting, and they also thought it would be harder for me to get out. I’d also ask them to leave me alone in the room, for I knew I would end up cumming in my attempt to get out, and I didn’t want to spend time explaining myself if they saw me humping against the blankets. Then I would take my time getting out, enjoying every minute of my delicious trip while they watched a football game or a movie in the living room. One guy I managed to get well acquainted with my bondage was a roommate I had back in the 80's when I was in my late 20's. He was a very handsome young guy, about 5 years younger than me, the brother of a close friend I went to high school with. He was at that age when all he did was get in trouble with his folks or with the law, so I offered him to move in with me and told him I’d help him get through school if he helped me with the house chores. He didn’t know it, but I was strongly attracted to him, I was foolishly infatuated with this young guy. One day he found out where I hid my gay magazines collection by accident. So he confronted me at first, but in time he came to accept my being gay, although he was straight, and we became even closer friends since then. One day I found an opportunity to tell him about my “Houdini” game, but I just couldn’t convince him to try it. I had already turned him to like my blankets long before, since I only kept huge blankets and soft flannel sheets at home to use on our beds. I even bought him this huge, soft, very expensive cashmere blanket that he loved so much, he once told me that in the cold nights he liked to sleep naked under it. I really loved him for trusting me that secret. My blanket fetish was no big surprise for him, but he still didn’t want to try my bondage game. He just couldn’t figure out how come I got so much pleasure out of being all trussed up in blankets --just for the heck of it! I kept insisting, though, and finally, after countless tries, one day he let me wrap him up in his favorite cashmere blanket, just to know what it felt like, and he warned me to undo him quickly if he couldn’t get out. But there was a catch to it. He also asked me to let him borrow my new car that weekend for a night out with his friends. Now, this was a lot to give in return, I thought to myself, but I agreed to let him use my car with the condition that before leaving that night, he would have to tie me up in a couple of my own blankets, and then tuck me in my own bed, and he'd better make sure that I couldn't get out on my own. I was surprised when he accepted the deal, but I guess his chance to impress his girlfriends with my new car was well worth the trouble. I still tied him up that day. I went nice and easy with him. As I expected, he didn’t like it much, and I had to get him out in a short time. But he kept his promise. That long awaited day came. He kept telling me he had a nice surprise waiting for me, and surely enough, a nice surprise it was. It had barely started to get dark that night, and he had already prepared the blankets he was going to wrap me in, along with several long blanket straps he had cut out of from old blanket by himself and some adhesive tape, as l had instructed him earlier. The surprise was that he also had bought some ace bandages to use on my head, and that really pleased me. In a short time, he had me all wrapped up, gagged, blindfolded, tucked in my bed, and ready for a long and restful sleep. But I guess he was kind of concerned to leave me like that for the rest of the night, so he promised he’d be back early to untie me if I couldn’t get out. I for a change wasn’t going to spoil the thrill. I waited for him all tied up as he left me, as difficult as it was for me to try not get out. He came back just in time, for I wasn’t able to sleep from all the excitement and was starting to get desperate. What a wonderful night that was. After that memorable first bondage event, I wondered if there would be a chance he’d want to try this again, and to my delight, he said he had no objection to it, as long as he wasn’t the one getting wrapped up and I let him use the car every once in a while. So we started practicing more of our so called “wrap-up” sessions. I managed to tie him up once in a while, but it was I who ended up all trussed up most of the time. With every session, Joe became more skilled and even more creative. Eventually, he came to master the following technique, which was very elaborate and time consuming, but it always guaranteed a perfect, completely immobilizing body wrap. Next, I describe one of those typical sessions in full detail, along with the feelings I experienced while through it. ****************************************************************************** I start preparing myself for the bondage session. I’m full of excitement and nervous at the same time. My expectation gets higher and higher. Joe waits in the living room watching TV and having a beer while I go in my bedroom and get all the equipment ready, placing it where it can be easily reached. I get two very big blankets from the closet that I’ve bought especially for my bondage scenes. They’re very thick and heavy, but also very soft and warm —I call them my “heavy-duty” blankets. I also get a few dozen ace bandages, rubber ear plugs, a pair of fleece-lined mittens, a roll of fabric adhesive tape, and plenty of long and narrow straps that Joe and I have cut out of old blankets and sewn together. These are perfect for tying arms and legs without severely cutting circulation. In preparation for a heavy sweat, I put on a thick fleece hooded sweatshirt and a pair of thick wool socks. I also get a pair of thick fleece sweatpants, but before I put them on, I spend some time putting my dick and my balls in a tight kind of restrain that I’ve learned to do using thin and long fleece straps I've cut out from several yards of thick fleece fabric. This material is soft, fleecy and stretchy. First, I get a very soft baby blanket with whip-stitched edges and fold it lengthwise a couple times and then wrap it tightly around my stiff dick. I hold the baby blanket tight and snug by tightly wrapping the fleece straps around it, alternating a couple turns with one around my balls. I pull them down as far as I can and wrap them tightly with the fleecy straps until the skin starts to shine from being so stretched. I make sure the binding is nice and snug and it doesn't cut my circulation. I use more of the straps to tie my balls and blanket-wrapped dick together, continuing to wrap tightly around and around until the wad grows to about the size of a large football. The whole wrap is rather heavy, yet it’s so tightly secured and my dick is so stiff that I can’t pull the blanket off. The stiffness of my dick and the pressure from the straps keep this wrap securely fastened to my crotch, and I can even walk around the room without holding it. I proceed to pull up my sweatpants, forcing my bulgy “dick-wrap” inside of them. The fleecy fabric of the sweatpants stretches to almost ripping point, causing to press on my crotch even more. The sensation is already exciting enough for me to almost reach my first climax, but instead I calm down and wait. I have barely started. I pull down the bottom of my sweatshirt over the bulge, and now I’m ready for Joe to come into the scene. He steps in the room and grabs one of the blankets: a huge, thick and very heavy solid black color super-king size wool blanket, with wide shiny satin binding on all 4 sides. He spreads it on the floor and makes me lie on it lengthwise and spread my legs apart. He starts wrapping my legs separately with it. Then, pulling my legs together, he neatly folds the blanket around and under my feet and ties them together with a couple long blanket straps. He uses a couple more to tie my ankles and calves together, and then he tightly wraps another below and above my knees. Finally he uses another strap for my upper legs and thighs. Patiently and efficiently, he pulls the blanket he’s wrapping me in and fixes it neatly over and around my dick-wrap, standing upright from my crotch area. He now straddles me as he ties more straps tightly over the bulge, securing the blanket around it. He pulls the straps from under my back and ties them down tightly in the front right over the bulge, pressing my thighs, ass and lower belly even tighter with every turn. The added pressure on my dick-wrap and my lower torso makes the sensation even greater and my dick more sensitive. When he’s done with that area, he moves on to my upper body. He pulls the soft-fleece-lined mittens over my hands and pulls the sleeves of my sweatshirt over them, and using a couple of thin blanket straps, he wraps each hand tightly into a fist, so tightly that I can’t even move a finger. My hands end up looking like I have small boxing gloves on. He then lifts my arms and pulls the blanket I’m being wrapped in, covering my chest and shoulders. He then brings my arms down with the blanket folded at my chest and places them to the sides of my body. A good length of the blanket covers my head and shoulders as well as my arms down to my elbows. He folds the blanket around my head to keep it uncovered. He then helps me stand up and leans me against the wall, and using all the blanket straps he has left, he binds my arms tightly against my body, wrapping tightly around my chest and down to the level of my elbows. He keeps tying down until he reaches my wrists, and then he ties several loops around them, tying each wrist separately against my thighs. I can’t move or bend my arms at all. He pauses just for a little and then gets ready to work on my head. At this point, he warns me to let him know if anything is bothering me, for he’s about to gag me and he doesn’t want to undo my mouth once he has started. I feel so vulnerable at this moment, but I simply tell him to go ahead. And my anxiety builds up. I’m at his mercy now, and I feel helpless, but I guess this all adds up to the whole scene. I know the reward in pleasure will be greater than any discomfort I might experience from there on. He cleans the sweat off my face with a towel to ensure the tape he’s about to use will stick better to my skin. He grabs a sponge ball with a long incision in the middle and dips it in water, then squeezes out the excess and places the bottom part of the ball under my tongue and stuffs the top part between the top of my tongue and the ceiling of my mouth. Then he grabs a piece of soft fleecy cloth that he's cut into a rectangle and places it over my clenched teeth and under the inside of my lips squeezing it into the inside of my cheeks with his fingers. This way the inside of my lips is protected from pressing against my teeth. Then he tells me to press my lips together and quickly applies a wide piece of adhesive tape over them horizontally, and two pieces more diagonally forming a x. He then stretches two more pieces of tape horizontally over the x and presses hard against my mouth with his hands. He asks me to try and open my mouth, but I just can't do it. My lips are sealed shut perfectly. He then inserts the rubber plugs in my ears, making sure they fit comfortably as the sounds around me slowly fade away and I can only hear a light buzzing in my ears. He now grabs another piece of soft fleece cloth and folds it over my eyes, and holds it in place by stretching an ace bandage over it, wrapping it tightly, first around my eyes and then over my mouth, and quickly covering my whole head. He uses yet another bandage to wrap my head vertically from under my chin to the top of my head, pulling my jaws closer, making me bite harder against the sponge in my mouth and I swallow some of the water held in it. When he's done, he can only see my nose exposed through the bandages and makes sure I can still breathe freely. I just lose myself in the touch of his hands, which have taken total control over me. When the head wrap is complete, he pulls the thick sweatshirt hood over my head, tying the hood lace under my chin. He then pulls the rest of the blanket to cover my head, forming an even thicker and snugger hood with it, and uses one more ace bandage to hold everything tightly in place. He makes sure to leave my nose clear so I can still breathe freely. He rests only for a brief moment, and then he prepares me for the next phase. He’s not done yet. About an hour may have passed by already, and I’m totally defenseless. I can’t move a finger, and my dick is still hard as a rock. It is so difficult for me to keep from climaxing while he's applying the head bondage because I find it so arousing. It's one of my favorite moments of the whole mummification process. I try to relax as much as I can so I won't lose it so early in the session. It requires a lot of my concentration and endurance. He now spreads a second blanket on the floor. This one is a big, thick, and heavy Korean acrylic mink blanket that is furry like a sheepskin, and carefully he lays down my tied-up body over it, and starting from one edge, he rolls me tightly in it, patiently pulling the blanket, molding it to my body, folding the end at my feet as he slowly rolls me up. When he reaches the other edge of the blanket, he fixes the end around my head to form a thick collar, which he gathers around my neck and holds securely in place with more ace bandages, thus forming a kind of neck brace which effectively restricts my head movements. Then, to make sure his masterpiece will last for a good part of the night, he gets all the ace bandages he still has left, and with them he starts to mummify me. I’m so proud to say that this mummification part is Joe’s own addition to this fantasy trip, for he once thought I would like it even better if I stayed all wrapped up in bandages like a mummy, and he even bought some of the bandages himself. He starts wrapping me first from my feet and up towards my thighs, and then he wraps me from over my head and down to my shoulders. Once again he lifts my dead weight with so much ease and leans me against a corner of the room to make sure I don't fall on my sides, and then he tightly wraps the rest of my body until there’s not an inch of blanket left exposed to his eyes. He makes sure to do this mummification deal really good, I know, and I love him for it. After he's used the last ace bandage, he stops for just a moment to contemplate the fine work he has just completed: My whole body is wrapped from head to toe in a few layers of wide, tightly stretched elastic bandages, added to a tight blanket wrap over yet another under it. At this point I’m in heaven. There’s just a final touch to add to this trip. He goes to my bed, and there he spreads a third blanket while my mummified body rests against the wall. This one is a huge , heavy, wooly and soft 8-point candy striped Hudson Bay trade blanket, and spreads it over my bed. The blanket covers the sides of my bed all the way down to the floor. Then he comes to me, and grabbing me by the legs, he bends me towards him, and I fall over his back like a sack of potatoes, resting my belly over his shoulder. He then lifts me up and carries me to bed. He lays me down in the center, and then wraps me in the blanket, leaving only my head uncovered. Finally, he grabs a fourth blanket, also huge, thick and heavy. This one is a red Hudson Bay blanket with a wide black stripe near each narrow end, and he drapes it over me, letting it fall freely over the sides of my bed and then tucking it on my sides. He folds a smaller wool blanket and tucks it under my head as a pillow, and making sure I’m still breathing freely, he tickles my nose, and pats me in the head to let me know that he’s completed his job. Now he quietly steps out of the room and closes the door after him, and then proceeds to get himself ready to go out for the night. I can barely hear any sound except for my own heart beat, but I imagine him going to shower in the bathroom. I imagine he's quickly getting dressed and ready to go out for the night. I lose track of the time, but the next thing I feel is him opening the door and returning to my room to check how I’m doing. He gets really close to me and lets me know he’s ready to leave and asks me it everything is fine. I feel so helpless inside, and so sad, for I wish he could stay lying next to me, but instead I nod my head with some effort, because I can hardly move it. He fixes the thick blanket over me one more time pulling it up to my chin, tickles my nose once more, and then he takes off, leaving me there in total isolation. I probably won’t see him for the rest of the night. It’s hard to explain what I’m experiencing at that moment, all those feelings rushing through me while in such a helpless predicament. I can’t see, I can’t utter a word, I can't hear a thing, and, most of all, I can’t move at all. Well, I could probably roll on my sides, but I prefer not to. I’m afraid the blankets over me may end up covering my head, making it harder for me to breathe. So I just lay there, confined in my own thoughts, far from the rest of the world, sunk within my own world. I feel like a caterpillar inside this big, tight, and warm cocoon of pleasure. Then the heat starts to get to me. It’s already pretty warm and sweaty inside. I feel my whole body encased in this binding and overwhelming warmth, and I start to breathe deeper. I feel the pressure from the straps that bind my limbs get stronger, and everything is pressing tighter. I try to rearrange my arms and legs as they start to get numb, but there's no use; any little movement is severely restricted. I notice that my senses begin to expand beyond my comprehension. My heart is beating harder, and all my perceptions are fully enhanced from being deprived of own my senses, and the softness and warmth of the blankets that bind me arouses me more and more. Somehow the heat and the pressure have triggered a primitive instinct in me, ad I feel full of pleasure everywhere. I concentrate on my dick, so hard and ready to explode. Every little movement reflects immediately on my dick, bringing me waves of pleasure. I can’t hold it any longer. I get lost in the sensation and I start thrusting my belly up and down in frantic motion. The short jerks multiply the sensation in my dick a hundred times. Suddenly, this wave of pure ecstasy rushes from inside my guts, rushing towards my stiff my dick and then straight to my head, and I feel loads of cum explode violently into the soft blanket tightly wrapped around my dick. I try to extend the sensation for a few more seconds as my dick continues spurting, but the rush slowly dissipates, fading away. I feel my body falling slowly into this great feeling of peace and calm. I blank all thoughts from my mind for a while, and I feel so relaxed. I feel just as if I died and went to heaven and came back to tell about it. I’m so exhausted at this point that without realizing I sink into some kind of spell and pass out, just as I am, all bound, gagged, and blindfolded. I just hope that I’m strong enough to wake up from this bliss if I ever do. A good length of time has gone by, or at least it feels like an awful long time. I slowly bring myself back to life, totally unaware of space and time. I come up into awareness, just to realize I cannot move. I’m still tightly wrapped in my own blanket prison. I don’t have any idea how long I’ve been gone—could be hours, could be only minutes. Once again I become aware of my predicament. And then I feel thirsty. Some ice-cold water sounds so good at this moment. I imagine that I’m able to reach the kitchen, and I visualize the fridge. the door opens by itself and see the water jug. It’s so tantalizing. I try to lift my arm to grab the jug and suddenly realize my predicament and I'm brought back to my crude reality. First I’ve got to get out of this mess. I start wondering how I let myself get into this mess in the first place. I could have asked Joe not to bind me so tightly, I guess. But it’s too late now. That’s not the only thing I’m concerned about at this time. I also have to take piss. I just remembered Joe and I had a few beers before the session started, and all that liquid I consumed is now looking for a quick way out. I’m hoping Joe is back home by now. I think it might be late enough already. I try to work the gag out of my mouth to call him in to the room and bring him to my rescue, but it’s no use. My jaws are numb by now, and my lips are still taped shut efficiently, and the bandages are still pressing tightly against my mouth. Trying to shout only exhausts me more. The clever gag Joe worked on me muffles any sound I try to make. So I try to talk some sense into myself. If he were back by now, he would have already come and got me out, no doubt. Or wouldn’t he? He knows how much I crave getting tightly wrapped up and immobilized by him. So here I am, my bladder urging for relief, debating whether I should wait a bit longer. I know trying to work my way out will take longer than I can hold, and I really don’t like the idea of getting my expensive wool blankets wet. But then I yield to the pressure and assume that the baby blanket wrapped around my dick will absorb most of the liquid. Finally I give in, and I slowly start letting some piss flow, little by little at first, but steadily in a short while. It is difficult to piss while I still have a semi hard-on. I try to turn on one side so the liquid doesn’t leak down to my butt. I can feel the warmth of my own piss around my balls, and somehow it feels good and pleasurable, and my dick starts to harden again. It’s a weird sensation, but I don’t let it go too far. This time I’m worried about the bed and the blankets, and everything getting wet all over, since I can’t tell if the piss is leaking out, so I decide to gather enough energy and slowly start working myself out of my confinement, trying to take all the time I can without allowing myself to get desperate or overheated. I start by trying to get myself out of the bed and onto the floor. I patiently start swaying towards one side of the bed, and when I think I've reached the edge, I start turning so my legs go down first and slowly turn myself face down first and slowly turn myself face down over the bed so I can kneel over the floor, but I end up dragging my whole body down along with the thick blankets that cover my mummified body. At least, the thickness of the blankets cushion my landing on the floor. Once there, I try to find a comfortable position and prepare for the long task I’m about to try. I start working my right hand out of its tight mitten. It takes me quite a while, but at least this effort doesn’t exhaust me much. Once I'm able to free my hand, I slowly start working my arm out of the straps under the blanket, and try to bend it up towards my neck. I work in quick jerks, pulling my arm up each time I’m able to stretch the straps a little. I do this by taking some air in and trying to expand my arms away from my body to loosen up the straps. This is no easy task. I exhaust myself quickly during these attempts, and I constantly pause to catch my breath. Each try makes my heart pump faster, so I try to take longer breaks every time, trying as much as I can not to lose control. If there’s something I really fear at this moment is losing my concentration and starting to panic. If I let it happen. I’d probably lose consciousness and I could even die. I try to bring my heartbeat down by letting my mind fly to a distant place, over the snow covered mountains, among the trees, and my blanket-bound body lying peacefully over the snow, the cold air filling up my lungs. At times, though, my thoughts take a different path. I imagine that I’m inside a prison with no windows, a place so dark, humid and cold, and only my binding blankets keeping me from shivering. I imagine that Joe is my cell guard, and that he’s there in a corner, watching me, enjoying the predicament he’s put me in. After a seemingly endless time, I succeed in bringing my hand out of my tight cocoon. I slowly push it towards my head and start to undo the bandages that bind it one by one. Patiently, I remove the bandages over the blanket hood and around my neck, and then I can pull my arm all the way out. I pull the sweatshirt hood off and undo more bandages, trying not to pull them down to my neck, for they are all stretched out, and they may put more pressure on my throat, making it very hard for me to breathe. I slowly remove each bandage until I get to the tape, carefully pulling it off so it doesn’t hurt my skin. Having my mouth free, I take in some air in and blow the gag off. At last I can breath freely again. I feel so relieved. I rest now for a good length of time, knowing that the rest will be easy, and I can take as long as I want to get out. I take the blindfold and earplugs off, and then, patiently push down my body the bandages that Joe used to mummify me. By now the straps that were binding my arms are loose and I can easily bring my other arm out to remove the bandages with both hands. I then roll myself out of my outer blanket and proceed to undo the straps, also one by one. I untie the straps around my thighs, legs and feet and finally, I unwrap myself from the inner blanket and having regained my freedom, I gladly stretch myself in every direction. I still have my sweatshirt and sweatpants on. They’re soaking wet from all the sweat my body has released since my bondage trip started. My dick and balls are still wrapped in the blanket restrain, which, as I expected, held most of my own piss. I feel so relieved. I can rest for a while now, enjoying the feeling of fresh blood flowing through my limbs. It has been quite an ordeal; an experience that many people will never even think of trying, but surely enough for me, the ultimate trip into the world of pleasure. After a long, well-deserved rest, I pull my sweatpants off and start to unwrap my dick and balls. My dick is still very sensitive and once again it gets hard as I undo the wrap. I leave the warm baby blanket still rolled around my dick and start jacking off with it, rubbing the blanket against my dick and balls. My dick is still very sensitive and once again it gets hard as I undo the wrap. I leave the warm baby blanket still rolled around my dick and start jacking off with it, rubbing the blanket against my dick in frantic motion. Soon I’m cumming again, but this time the rush dissipates quickly. I gather the energy still left in me and jump out of the room and head directly to the kitchen to quench my thirst. The water seems to have almost a healing power, for I feel myself revitalized. I take my sweatshirt off as I head directly to the bathroom for a quick shower. I wash myself thoroughly and dry up with a thick towel, then rapidly get myself back in bed. I pull the wet blankets away and get a few very fluffy, clean and dry ones from the closet and stretch them over the bed. Then I wrap myself in them, and in a short time, I’m drifting into a restful sleep. Then I dream of the next time when I’ll be able to live another bondage session... in the flesh... If only I can convince my dear roommate Joe to put me back through it. He gets so mad when he comes back and finds I’m out of his laborious work, and swears that the next time he’ll do it even harder, and I won’t be able to get out. I’ll be patiently waiting, lucky me. ****************************************************************************** This is as it would happen in a typical bondage session, no exaggeration. I really enjoyed bondage this good for about close to three delightful years, back around 1985. No two sessions were ever exactly the same, though, and in not all the occasions I was successful in working myself out of the bonds. One time Joe had tied me up so tight from head to toe that my whole body went numb and I couldn’t move at all. I started to have problems breathing and panicked to the point that I thought I would surely die. When he came back, Joe found me on the floor, almost unconscious. He cut the straps with scissors to get me out faster. He never expected this could happen, for many times I had proven him to be a good escapist. It took me a while to recover from that one close call, but it didn’t discourage me from trying again. We still went on with our sessions on a regular basis. Sometimes twice a week, and sometimes a few weeks would pass by. I was persistent, though, and most of the time I succeeded in convincing him to bind me again. Unfortunately, though, this wasn’t going to last forever. Joe and I eventually had to go our own separate ways. One day we had a serious argument about his relationship with the young girl he was dating, and he ended up moving out with her, leaving me totally devastated. He later broke up with her and moved out of town. I don’t see him anymore. We occasionally met when he dropped by to see his friends. If I was lucky, I would see him when I went to visit his older brother. I asked him once a few years later what he thought of those days when we lived together. He said it was all too crazy back then. He simply didn’t care about anything in life, so he wasn’t too concerned about what we were doing. I realize now he put up with it then because it was the only chance he had to drive a nice car around to impress his friends or to get some easy lay with one girl or another. He went really deep into drugs for a while, and that caused a lot of friction between us. He also resented that I never let him bring any girls to my apartment, and the reasons, you might guess, were obvious. Later I also left that small town and got me a good job in Los Angeles. I've lived L.A. for a long time now. I decided to put my fetish and bondage urges on the side for a while to concentrate on my new job, and somehow learn to forget about those crazy days with Joe. I miss those wrap-up sessions very much, though. I haven’t practiced any of that since Joe and I split. So I’m back to level 1. Eventually I settled with a good guy who loves me very much but doesn't like bondage. He is patient. enough to let me continue collecting blankets. I have a whole room full of them from floor to ceiling. I don't know if I'll ever get to experience such elaborate bondage again, or if I'll ever be able to withstand a prolonged session like I did back then when I was young and had more stamina. But I never lose hope. If you happen to find this story interesting, write me a comment. I will be delighted to answer any questions you may have. I will strongly advice anyone who would like to try this kind of bondage to be very careful. I was able to endure these long bondage sessions through repetitive and frequent trial and experimentation. You should not let anyone try this on you as elaborate and restrictive as my experiences unless you trust that person completely and acknowledge your own physical limitations.