AUTHOR’S NOTE: I understand this is all coming out in one hit, however it’s ghe holidays and I have plenty of time on my hands to write this whole story in one hit. I only did this tie last night so the memory is very fresh
STORY: Once I finally hit the 30 minute mark, my wrists and ankles were starting to feel the pain of the rope rubbing tightly against them. I began to wonder just how I could escape, as I never really thought it through beforehand. I attempted to find the slip knot holding my ankles in place, however this proved difficult because of the way I wound the extra rope between my legs to create leg cuffs. When I finally found the knot, it was far to tight to untie with the limited hand access I had ( only one hand at a time could reach the knot). After a long struggle I gave up on the knot, and went back to my imaginary drawing board to plot my plan b.
My next plan was to try loosen my ankles so I could at least get my legs out. This also proved impossible because my hogtie was to tight, allowing for no extra rope to loosen the slip knot. With this failed, it was plan c, loosen the slipknot seperating my wrists.
I don’t know what made me think this would work, probably desperation. It was a stupid idea, a waste of valuable time. I couldn’t even reach the knot, and like I mentioned before, there was no rope to loosen as it was already so tight. I began to think there was no escape, I began to think I was stuck here rolling around until morning, when I would be saved, and utterly humiliated. I began to think I had the strength to pull against the rope and break it, I was wrong. I began to accept my fate, until my fingers touched the knot holding together my wrist loop. I had found hope.