What is the worst part of being bound and gagged for hours on end? well that is hard to say, tehre are many hard, painful parts to enduring that type of restraint, but I can tell you one that I experiencded just last night, escaping!

That is to say actually getting myself loose after hours of lonely, painful struggling, thar moment when I am able to finally free my hands and get that excrutiating surge of blood and feeling slowly retun to my hands and fingers and actually scream and groan into my still very gagged mouth as I endure that slow agony but know that I am still far from actually being free with my arms and legs still tightly bound together and my jaw painfulkly distended by the packing taped heavily in place.

 I flex my fingers trying to get the feeling back and overcome that hateful pincushion feeling and know that my next exhausting quest will be laboriously freeing my arms from their position pinned together behind my back, only then will I be able to escape this heinous gag and finally free my legs, which will be another excercise in screaming pain as the blood flows back into my numb limbs hich feel like dead slabs of meat...

 It was only an hour or so until sun up and I knew it would long be light oit before real freedom was mine having already pissed myself several times over the last ten hours, I hoped I wouldn't again, but I was so tired... I fell asleep or maybe passed out, not for the first time that long night...

it would be near mid morning before I stumbked to the bathroom, my legs, finally freed, weak and wobbling, I leaned on the wal as I moved forward and looked in the mirror, my shoulder length dark hair terribly dischevled, a piece of silver tape still hanging from one side, but I cared not. My face still bored the stretch marks of the heavy, sticky tape that had surrounded my head holding the terrible gag in, my eyes red rimmed from tears, my nose still running.

My arms and wrists still bore the deep marks of the stringent ropes as did my long legs, visible even through the sheer black hose I still wore... I can't believe that I did this to myself, but even as I slumped down on the bathroom floor, free but exhausted and in pain, I knew I would do it again in a few days, or, maybe even less... I needed this release so badly! So very badly!