A Frightful Attempt - Chapter 2

Author: MasterWill
Title: A Frightful Attempt
Date: 22 February 2010

A Frightful Attempt

Chapter Two

I let my body relax only to be reminded this move helped choke me. I managed to roll on my side and move my legs towards my upper body and pushed my hands to the lower side and that’s when I found it. A knot, I found a knot. This got me thinking a little differently. Hope reared itself and I had to be careful not to get too elated. This was a bit of much needed luck. God knows I needed it if for nothing else but to give me something else to think about in my present state.

Little did Steve know, I am an eel when it comes to rope bondage and I found myself a knot! I found a wonderful, beautiful rope knot. The next question was what does this knot tie off? With any luck it would be the rope tying my hands to my feet. The hogtie rope. This would alleviate some of the pressure my body was enduring and allow me an opportunity to get free. I became very excited and I prayed this knot would be the one I needed.

With my left hand I started to feel and play with this new found wonder. Could my luck be changing for the better? I certainly hoped it would. I felt the knot and determined it was a reef knot tied very tight. The ends of the rope were not where they should be. Steve had tucked them somewhere. No doubt the ends were hidden from view and after a few attempts to find them, I fished them out of their hideaway. Although my hands were tied tightly and were also cinched together, I did manage to move them to a small degree. The movement was painful but it didn’t matter because now I had a goal. I was going to get out. I was going to be free of my bonds. I played with the knot for a minute or so. My body became so tense, I had to stop and take a breather. Breathing wasn’t too easy considering what was in and around my mouth in conjunction with a leather hood. I paused for a bit and began to try to untie that precious knot once more.

I pulled as hard as I could on the knot but I was getting nowhere. Steve certainly did tie the knot tight. I tried to get the knot in between my two hands but that didn’t work. I tried to relax my body but the choke came back. Shit, I was getting upset. I told myself to take it slow. I grabbed the knot again with my left hand and toyed with it some more. Lo and behold I felt it loosen a tad. The knot was loosened now and I managed to unravel it. Now I had both ends of the rope freed from its’ knotty predicament. I pulled on one of the ends and the rope got tighter. This was actually a good thing because I determined it was indeed the hogtie rope and I was now going to take the cinch off. I worked slow due to the fact I could only use one hand but I was removing the cinch portion of the tie job and the rope was getting longer in my hand and I could feel the hogtie loosening slightly. The other end of the rope was not as welcoming. Steve had applied it in a way which made it hard for me to figure out. But I did. The prick had wrapped it around itself. Now I had both ends of the rope working to my advantage. Soon I would have this piece of rope off me.

I had a feeling of such relief when I finally got the hogtie rope off and it freed my hands from my legs. I let out a long fabulous sigh as blood flow increased with this newly found looseness. I knew I wasn’t out of hot water yet but at least this little battle had been won by me. I could relax my body and not worry about the strain my legs were making on the choke. This was a great feeling. Strange as this may sound I got an erection. I began to moan and hump the floor.

I stopped what I was doing and told myself to get a grip. Yes, I had won the hogtie battle but I was still in deep shit. But the bondage did feel good now that I didn’t have to worry about choking myself to death.

You really don’t realize how much one piece of rope can fuck you up. In all the times I’d been hogtied and I knew I couldn’t move too much, I never thought about the actual predicament. I guess it’s because I knew I would be untied soon after or when I gave the safe signal to the Top who I was playing with. I also knew my bondage buddy play partner was there in the room watching and enjoying my squirms and moans. I also knew he had at the ready the EMT scissors in case I needed out in a hurry and this was calming in a way. Today, right now, this is not the case. I was encapsulated in inescapable tight ropes, blindfolded, gagged, hooded and duct taped. The fucker that did this to me was gone and left me alone. He had broken rule number one when you tie someone up using a gag, never mind the duct tape and the hood, you never leave the room in case of an emergency.

Now that I had more movement and I wasn’t choking myself to death I squirmed on the floor and felt for anything within my limited reach. I pulled at the ropes on my legs. They were securely in place. I tried to pull my arms closer together in the back in the hopes of lowering the ropes below my elbow where I could then alleviate the choke altogether. No way was this happening at this time. I stopped tensing my body and relaxed for a spell.

Think Tony, think! What was in the room? Is there anything here that could help me get free? Something, anything, think God damn it! I tried to recall what I had seen when I first walked in and I came up blank. All I could remember was watching Steve reach in the closet.

I heard a noise and felt footsteps. It was muted but I felt it. Shit, was it Steve coming back? What’s he going to do when he sees that I’ve loosened the hogtie rope? Remembering he slapped me silly for making a few noises through the gag, I hoped he would laugh and be impressed with me achieving this small feat. Chances are he’d be really pissed and beat me further. I got scared once more.

I readied myself for an onslaught that was sure to come when I heard another small noise and felt as though something hit the floor. It was light but I did feel it. The footsteps faded away from my senses. What and who was it? As my mind wandered I came to only one conclusion, it must have been the postman and I ruined my chance to let out a muffled scream. The light sound and feel were letters or bills hitting the floor.

I quickly forgot about the postman and got back to my dilemma. I moved around as best I could and began to sweat. Great, that’s all I need now, is to get heated up!
As it turned out it was exactly what I needed. My wrists sweated and allowed a small amount of movement. I was able to shift my hands more. Eventually I managed to turn my right wrist about 90 degrees where I found another knot with my thumb and forefinger. My heart started racing. If I could free this knot I would be almost out of this bind. I used my finger and thumb and wriggled at the knot. I got my digits in between the knot and a strand of rope and pulled at it for all I was worth. This action did two things. First, it gave way somewhat and I had some rope to play with and secondly, and this was not so good, it tightened the cinch around my wrists. I knew if I couldn’t get this knot undone the tightness around my cinched wrists will lead to circulation issues and I’d be screwed for sure. I played and played with the knot. I couldn’t find the two ends of the rope. Steve tucked them away somewhere or he tied them off where I can’t reach. If he had tied them off to another piece of rope I was done. I pulled and pulled and pulled some more to try to free up the ends of the rope. My finger and thumb began to throb from all the abuse I was putting them through when I felt the pay off. I freed up one end of the knot tying my hands. Now I had to find the other end and see if I could release this knot. I pulled the end I had millimetre by millimetre with my thumb and finger and the other end became free. I now had both ends and I went furiously at the knot. The difference this time was that I could use both hands. I opened the knot with no problem. I started freeing up the cinch and then wrap by wrap I managed to get my hands free. Man, what a relief I had. I almost wanted to cry with excitement. Rationale came back and I still had a ways to go before I would be out of this tight spot.

The blood started flowing uninhibited in my wrists and hands and it felt great. I was still tied up but now I knew I could get out of this. My mind cleared of any bad thoughts of my situation. For the first time since Steve left me here I felt so relieved.

After a short rest, which felt like an eternity, I went back at my binds. I needed to release the ropes on my elbows and thereby releasing the choke hold as well. I rolled onto my stomach and began trying to reach the rope just above my right elbow. I never knew that my hand and arm could contort in this fashion. It began to hurt a little. As I reached upward toward the rope it caused a reaction I hadn’t considered. The latter movement caused a severe choke which turned into a cough and I could feel that I was about to puke. I stopped immediately. Panic set back in and I had to roll on my side and breathe as best I could to control the urge to vomit. I knew if I puked right now, I was dead for sure. The panic stayed with me and I forced myself to concentrate on getting breath. Eventually my steady breath control eased the urge to retch and I was allowed once again to relax somewhat. Fuck that was close! I was overcome with emotions. I wanted to cry. But, most of all I wanted this to be over.

I thought of Steve, that son-of-a-bitch. I told myself if I ever get out of this before he returns, he was going to regret doing this to me and leaving me alone to my own devices. Then a thought struck me hard and heavy. If that cocksucker does return and I’m not out, what would he do? That thought alone made me look deep into myself and dig up reserves which I never knew I could muster. I focused and went into a tunnel vision mode with only one thing in my mind. I had to get out of this mess and think of payback, yes, payback. I am going to fuck him up but good for doing this to me.

With a steady attempt and focus on not choking, I managed to reach one strand of rope and drag it down below my right elbow. I eased up, controlled the choke, breathed short and steady, went back and released another piece. I followed this procedure until all the rope was pulled below the right elbow. I then pulled my arm up and out of the rope. The relief on my throat was very welcoming and I gasped. With one arm freed it was easy to release the other. I took the rope away from my throat and it was the best relief of all.

I fiddled with the strings on the laced portion of the hood and the hood came off easily. I untied the blindfold and looked around. Nothing had changed. Steve wasn’t standing there laughing at me which was what I secretly wished. No, the prick left me by myself all bound and trussed up to choke and heaven knows what else. For that he is going to be sorry. I felt and found the end of the duct tape and after several wraps I had it removed. The ball gag came off and I could finally breathe without worry. I removed the rest of the ropes around my ankles and legs and I just laid there embellishing this moment. I could feel the blood flowing back to normal rates and was relieved.

I stayed there on the floor for quite a few minutes before I finally got up, stretched and made my way to the kitchen. I raided the fridge and found a cold beer. The beer went down fast and it felt good. I popped open another and took it easy on this one. I wanted to be in control when that bastard returned. I went back to where the prick had left me and I picked up and organised the rope. I found the roll of duct tape and placed it with the rope, ball gag and hood.

My thoughts were now on what to do to the prick when he walked through the door. There was no doubt in my mind that he was going to be hogtied like he did to me only I am going to do him as fucking tight as possible and I want to watch him struggle and give in when the blood stops flowing to his extremities. The numbness will certainly cause him some serious distress and I wanted to be here for that. He is also going to be choking. He will be hogtied in such a fashion where I will bend his body backward and tie his feet directly to his throat under the Adam’s apple and pull the rope as tight as I can. If he tries to alleviate the strain on his throat by moving his legs he will feel the choke get tighter. He will be begging for his life and trying to scream and yell but I will see to it his head will be wrapped much the same as he had my head wrapped, hood and all.

I decided to find something hard to knock him out as he walks through the door. I didn’t care what I used to knock him out and I had no intention of killing the prick. I want to put the fear of God into him and revel in his misery.

As I looked around the house I noted several nice items. The fire pick by the fireplace grate looked nice but that would certainly cause him to bleed and I don’t want that. In the foyer closet I saw a baseball bat. The bat would be nice but I might kill him if I used it in my present vindictive state. There was a hammer under the kitchen sink which I ruled out. I eventually settled on a large crystal vase located on the ledge of the fireplace. I wrapped a towel from the bathroom around the base of the vase and placed it by the front door. I was mad as hell and he was going to feel the brunt of my anger. On second thought I decided to not let my anger get the best of me, lest I kill the prick. But, man-o-man was I pissed. It took all I had to get rid of my anger. I went down on the floor, laid back, and took ten very deep breathes in, held them for a moment and exhaled. The exercise did help calm me down a little. I got up, grabbed the can of beer and had a long hard swallow. I looked around for some hard liquor. One shot would calm me down and I knew this for sure. I found liquor in a cabinet of the living room. I grabbed a bottle of rye and took a drink from the bottle. As the warmth of the booze reached my stomach I could feel the immediate effects and I did calm down a bit.

A scary thought then occurred to me. Steve left me here trussed up like a stuck pig and went out the door to who knows where. What was he thinking? Was I to die? That thought went deep. If he intended for me to croak, has he done this before and gotten away with it? Are there big demons in his warped closet of a mind? Or is he on his way back to check me out and have a grand laugh? Time would tell.

Question after question went over in my mind and the rational person in me could not come up with a viable sane response. Sanity is relative in this case I guess as I did agree to let him tie my ass up. I could and should have taken my time, but, no, I let the crazy fucker do this to me. So who was nuts here? Any normal vanilla person would certainly think we were both nuts. Me, for allowing this to happen and Steve, for abandoning me in the way he did.

So, I waited.