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Sarah Miles was within a week of her 19th birthday and had answered the advertisement for a weekend gardener in the local paper, so that she could get some experience before she went to horticultural college later that year. All her friends from school had taken a long break and gone trekking in Thailand, but Sarah was an only child and had been raised in an orphanage, so she could not afford the several thousand pounds that her friends planned to spend on their half year in Thailand. The gardening job entailed spending the Saturday and Sunday in Esher, some 50 miles from her flat in Godstone.

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Now how was I to cinch it?

Silkbound slave

I could only feel the grips and it was out of my reach. This could be cinched up, and then pulled back when I wanted to get free. I have always thought that it was cheating to have your hands tied in front. It was then I had the soppy idea for a little scarf bondage, and to tie myself up in them. Why not I thought. That's when I realized I had a problem. More muffled cursing into my gag.

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No problems, then at least I would have my arms more free to move and I may be able to pull my wrists apart a little to start the slipknot un-cinching me. Now if I tied the loose end to the back supports of the chair, I could pull my arms up and pull the cinch tight, and also have my wrists tied to the back of the chair. I mmmphed into the gag. I moved the chair a little more so I was now more or less side on to the table.

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I never felt the touch of the scissors though. Probably a neighbour mowing his lawn, and that was faint due to the double glazing. I looped it over itself three times, and I had just enough room to squeeze my wrists into it. They were lovely and cool and soft. Putting my arms behind my back I squeezed my free wrist into the looped scarf and pulled my arms up which pulled the slip knot tight cinching my wrists together.

Now what. I then tied it nice and tight behind my neck.

An afternoon chair-tied in silk scarf bondage

I could close my thighs a few millimeters at the most, but they were tied comfortably without causing any pain. I rolled a scarf length ways and tied the corners together. Next came my thighs. I am usually very careful. I still needed to come up with a way to tie my hands behind my back, so while I was thinking, I rolled a scarf up into a tight ball and forced it into my mouth. Another muffled curse into my gag. So while I was drinking my coffee, my fingers were running over the silk material, and before I knew it, I was rubbing them against my cheek.

Pressing over my ears too, I couldn't really hear a sound. It turned out to be quite painful. It was now sitting between the heels of the palms of my hand, and although my fingers could touch it, I couldn't really grip the knot to pull it back to release me.

Pushing it up so I could still see, I had a great idea to tie my hands. It wasn't quite what I had in mind. I needed a slip knot to put between the two wrists to cinch them to make the tie seem more realistic. I thought about it then tied a type of hangman's noose. I was in bliss, struggling in my own little world.

So I tied it. Shit, Shit, Shit! I mmmphed into my gag.

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Now I felt just like one of those women in the 50's gangster movie reruns. I put my wrist through the looped scarf, and then put the loop between the slip knot noose, and then with my free hand I pulled the blindfold down over my eyes. I thought. That's when I hit more trouble.

You could easily pull down a blindfold to see the knots, or reach a gag to use your teeth to bite at the bindings or call for help. I was comforted by the fact I was close to the shears, and if I could just reach them I could edge them close to my hands and I could then cut the scarf and get free.

I was thinking of a way to tie my hands. I had to try for my last means of escape. Wrapped in their packaging, were 20 lovely large silk scarves of various colours and patterns. I was beginning to enjoy the captivity and was becoming quite aroused. Tired, what an excuse, hey! I was going to have to try to get to the scissors and cut one of my brand new scarves.

After half an hour or so I decided I was frustrated enough and would release myself and go upstairs for a play with one of my toys! Sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee, I took the kitchen scissors and opened the parcel.

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I now had a little bit more of a reach. So my idea was to use the scarves as additional padding on my wrists to prevent any circulation issues; oh, and they also make lovely gags to wear. When I cinched my hands with the slipknot, I had tightened it enough so that I had cinched my hands nice and tight, but also I had pulled the slip knot tight. Just unpick the knot holding your wrists to the chair. The scarf felt wonderful, so I took another and rolled it into a 3 inch strip and tied this in an over mouth gag.

I wasn't going to panic as soon as the last tie was on me, or the last click of the cuff. I got my hands in and could get them out again. What could go wrong? I mmmphed into the gag pretending to call for help. But I had pushed them just out of reach. The blindfold cut out all light from the kitchen leaving me a prisoner in a black void. I was horny and moist, and not just through the struggling. Bloody marvelous.

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I raised my wrists up again by leaning forward and could now feel a few inches of the top of the table. I had the kitchen shears to hand in case anything went wrong. I managed to hook my elbow over the edge of the chair back, and leaning forwards and into the side of the table, I eventually managed to get my wrists to the side of the chair.

Wriggling my legs about I was firmly tied to the seat. No traffic from the road out front, just a hum from a mower.

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I folded another scarf similar to the over mouth gag, and tied it across my eyes as a blindfold. What the hell have you done now, I thought. I quickly had my ankles tied to each of the front chair legs. The scarfs were soft but unyielding. Trying again I flopped back down onto the table and that's when I heard the scissors move. I was now a tied up damsel, in peril from all the nasty gangsters and hoodlums. I managed to scrape the chair across the floor a little until I felt it bang against the table.

I had to jam the last bit in and I felt like a little hamster with bulging cheeks. Feeling for the knot, it dawned on me as I pulled up on my arms to cinch my wrists, this knot had pulled into a tiny little knot too.

If I could reach the shears on the table, I could then try to cut the knot at the corner of the scarf and still be able to use it. Just right, I thought. It wasn't like I was a bondage novice. It was such a relief to be here. On one of these self-bondage occasions, I hadn't locked the handcuffs properly and while I was rolling around like a damsel in distress getting into the mood, the cuffs decided to close tighter on my wrist.

Twisting my body to face the table I leaned forward onto it to try to land on them and pull them closer to me. The scarfs were large enough to cinch between my thigh and the seat. I rolled another scarf, corner to corner, and tied a nice knot in the middle, and pressed this on top of the scarf between my teeth. I had been dabbling in a little self-bondage recently as the boyfriend was working shifts and didn't really want to play with me.

I pulled up my dress a little so I could tie my thighs to the tops of the chair legs and the seat so they were tightly splayed apart.