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I started my freshman year at a state college several months ago and adjusting like everything else has been a challenge. One of the adjustments was sharing a small apartment with a new roommate. He’s a nice enough guy but I really prefer my alone time and miss my room at home. Unfortunately some of that alone time got me in trouble now and then.
See, when I was younger, I had a boyhood girlfriend of sorts across the street. She was kind of a tomboy but also very cute too. Some of the games we played involved one or more of us kids getting tied up. She really seemed to like that alot, especially when I was hogtied on the porch or wrapped up in rope against a pole somewhere.
Sometimes she’d taunt me and even tickle, which was sheer torture. Additionally, she always seemed to wear sweaters with belts and would use those to tie me too. My first erection was in one of those sessions and she got a good look and laugh, tickling me even more. Ever since, I’ve had an overwhelming desire for both bondage and strong women wearing sweaters. This is where the trouble begins..
As the years rolled by, my parents moved us to a new town and totally lost touch with that girl from long ago. Coming into my teens, I don’t get a lot of attraction in the dating department but that overwhelming desire still haunts me. This is where I start dabbling in tying myself up and where all that alone time comes into play. I’d usually use a few different types of rope but then started incorporating knitted things in the mix. My sister’s scarves, sweater belts, anything I could get my hands on, really.
Once, when visiting my Aunt for an overnight on Sunday, I went to bed early and got a little bored. There was a huge cedar chest at the end of the bed. Maybe there’s something interesting or perhaps a game in there. Upon opening the chest, I discovered a large chunky knit woolen afghan and a wicked idea crossed my mind. I had plenty of time to play and wondered what it would be like being enveloped in itchy wool yarn from head to toe. It was too tempting to pass up!. I completely undressed, draped the large afghan on the bed and tucked one end between the mattress and the wall.
I strip down to my underwear and lie down on the opposite end of the bed, laying on top of the chunky blanket and tuck the end of it between my legs and under my arms. I rolled up really tight, feeling the strong yarns stretch against me, rolling at least three times until I was at the end with my back against the wall.
The feeling of being enveloped in something like a big chunky sweater was delicious! My arms were pinned against me and legs welded together. It felt amazing being all wound up like this but I found it very hard to move. Sensing some fear, I try to roll back but can’t get enough momentum to roll back and my arms and legs are useless..
As I struggled more to roll back over, I felt the bed shift a little. The bed starts to pull away from the wall slightly and my wrapped body is beginning to wedge between the mattress and wall. I start to panic but dare not move. The bed shifts a bit more and makes a loud creak and I can’t stop the slow downward slide that fully wedges me into the void. As the edge of the mattress passes my eyes, the fear and arousal of being hopelessly trapped in the chunky web surges in a huge orgasm that leaves me quaking and soaking the afghan. I’m bucking against the mattress and wall but can’t move and then I hear the lamp fall off the nightstand onto the floor. That makes way too much noise. I’m white as a sheet as I heard footsteps coming down the hallway!
My Aunt peeks in the door, asking “everything okay honey?” She gazes through the room and turns on the light. She found me wrapped up tight and pinned against the wall and was shocked at first, asking “how’d you get all wound up like that?” She then realized I was alone and did this all to myself.
Auntie Claire just laughed a bit “boys will be boys” and grasped the knit blanket through the holes to pull me back to the center of the bed, laying me on my back. She leans over my still tightly wrapped body and whispers, “you really like being helpless in this old thing, don’t you??
I turn beet red as she notices the wet spot I left too. She says “tsk, you’ll have to clean that up before you go home but first things first. Let’s be sure you’re nice and comfy. How about Auntie tucks you in for the night??”
Auntie Claire sits on the bed next to me and starts tugging at the edge of the afghan making it much tighter. She lays across me so I can’t roll away and reaches under the bed to a tote pulling out a big skein of matching chunky yarn. My eyes widen as she straddles me and weaves the edge through the holes in the afghan, slowly knitting it closed!. I look down in both delight and horror as the edge has completely vanished and I’m in a tightly sealed cocoon!
She then tops it off by cutting off a few sections of chunky yarn to anchor me down at the headboard and footboard. “Mmmm, sweetie that’ll keep you snug and safe and out of trouble for now” and kisses me on the cheek, saying “goodnight dear, I’m off bursa escort bayan to bed. Sleep tight!”
As she steps back, I cry out for help begging to be let go. She puts her fingers to my lips and says “Shh…Auntie needs sleep and is a very light sleeper….be a good boy and stay really quiet… If you make a peep and wake me up, I might have a big matching scarf around here to help keep you quiet..
My aunt steps back and heads toward the doorway, turning around to watch me writhe helplessly in her chunky web for a while, laughing at my predicament. I dare not utter a word or complain and just squirm in my woolen prison as she shuts off the light and closes the door behind her. After she leaves, I’m in a panic and thrashing around on the bed with no way to escape. Minutes move into hours, where I’m a hot mess from sweating and struggling.
By daybreak, I’m soaking wet, still wrapped up tight, completely exhausted and Auntie comes back into the room, asking “Having fun in there my love?… Thanks for being such a good boy and being so quiet. As I got some rest, I’m feeling really generous and will give you a chance to get free.. Lucky for you it’s not a long weekend as I’d love to watch you squirm for days, but you have to work today, but that’s no fun. Let’s make it a game of chance, shall we?”
Auntie Claire grabs a pair of dull shears and places them on my chest. She says, “you have just one hour to get yourself free. If I come back and you’re still wrapped up, I’ll call you in sick for the day and make sure you never get away!”. She exits the room and closes the door behind her with a menacing laugh leaving me squirming.
I gaze down at the shears and try to weave my fingers through the holes to grasp the end of them. I have to be careful as if they fall off my chest or on the floor, they may be out of reach and I’ll be doomed. In about 15 minutes I have the shears and start working at the chunky yarn she used to knit me inside but the stitches are really tight. After a lot of struggle, I managed to clear some of the stitches but still sealed inside and can’t get out! I managed to snip the yarn rope at my shoulders but that’s all. In the distance I hear a faint alarm go off…. times up!!
After several minutes, I hear Auntie Claire come back upstairs and she slowly opens the door. I look on in horror and fear as she’s wearing a very rough grey fair isle Icelandic sweater and in her hands is a much larger skein of the matching rope yarn. Before I can utter a word, she hops back on the bed and snatches the scissors away. She whispers, guess you’re here for the day. Let’s make sure! Auntie lays across me again, pinning me down and I’m still too tangled up to get away. She draws the edge of the afghan tighter again and laces it back up, sealing my fate. It’s anchored again to the headboard and she looks down at my feeble attempts to struggle with a sinister laugh.
As I struggle away madly, Auntie says, that’s enough squirming out of you. She continues to unwind the large skein and starts wrapping me up inside the afghan very tightly, first at the ankles, knees, thighs and continuing up until my wrapped body is coiled up in endless amounts of yarn rope, and anchored to the bedframe in a number of places, leaving any movement to a minimum. Auntie is laughing “you wanted to be tied up! How tied up do you feel now?” After checking the stitches and knots, for good measure, she seems fully satisfied I’m there for the day.
Auntie lays across my whole body, pressing her Icelandic sweater into my face and laughs as she grabs my phone from the nightstand. She coos :”whatever will we tell your boss?” as she starts tapping on the screen. She informs me she told him, “I might have come down with the flu, and didn’t want to get everyone sick”. As she finishes her message, I hear a ding on the phone. She laughs “Oh, I must have triggered something, your boss is a total germaphobe! He said “stay out of the office until Thursday and don’t worry about checking in or checking email, we’ve got this, stay in bed”. She reaches over me and tugs at the tight coils of yarn laughing… ‘Well that won’t be a problem will it??. Your boss insists you stay in bed and I’m happy to oblige”
My eyes widen in horror as it seems she might just keep me like this for days. I start to protest and beg to be let go, sweltering under layers of wool completely immobilized. Her playful stare turns into something icy with a sinister grin as she takes a big Icelandic wool scarf from a closet and makes a huge knot in the center. In my panic, I leave out a screeching yell for HELP and feel the large knot filling my mouth muffling me silent as she wraps it and ties it around my head, leaving me silent and helpless. She looks down on her prey without mercy and chuckles, “it’s never really bondage unless a gag is included. Don’t pretend this isn’t what you always dreamed of. If it’s a dream or a nightmare, that’s not my problem, is it?… Muahahaha” Maybe if I’m feeling generous, I’ll let you go later… or maybe I won’t!”
I gaze upon her wide eyed and bursa escort sitesi bucking on the bed as much as possible, fearful for what’s to come next. She looks back and laughs maniacally and closes the door, leaving me captive and yearning for any relief. Minutes pass into hours and it’s nightfall again. Auntie slowly opens the door and I’m just as she left me but drenched in sweat and exhausted.
With a sigh, she tells me she got called into work and doesn’t think it’s safe to leave me like this. Without a word, she cuts away the knots and unwinds the yarn, leaving the rest of the escape to me. After about an hour of struggling to untangle it all, I came back downstairs, exhausted, overheated and barely able to walk.
I approach the kitchen where Aunt Claire just acts nonchalantly and offers me a cup of coffee before going home.” We had coffee and a quick pastry before she sent me away with nothing more than a wink and without saying another word about what happened..
Now, many years later, I’m in college and find myself overworked, occupied and without any alone time or release. Winter break is approaching and my parents are away on a European vacation leaving me at my dorm. My roommate has gone home too and my campus is a ghost town. Seeing an opportunity for some alone fun, I make it to the hardware store to buy a bunch of new rope and then to a thrift store to get some knitted things like scarves and a big aran sweater that I won’t be afraid to ruin in my “activities”.
A few days before Christmas, I got a large package delivered to my dorm room. It’s a package from my Aunt Claire. It’s not in a box but a huge bag of sorts. Instead of waiting for Christmas day, I opt to open it and see what this is all about.
I get a set of shears and cut open the top of the large bag. Lifting the bag, it has to weigh at least 40 lbs. When pulling out the contents, I’m curious, overjoyed and a little nervous with eyes wide open. Inside was another, much larger chunky afghan made with very strong knitted wool yarn, as thick as rope with extra long fringes attached along the edges. There was a note along with it.
The note reads, “Dear, here’s something to keep you toasty warm on those cold nights alone. Don’t do anything silly like you do and get yourself all wrapped up and stuck in this thing. Didn’t think I’d forget our adventure, did you? With that in mind, I used the strongest, chunkiest, itchiest yarn I could find and made really tight stitches just in case you decide to play your little games. Unfortunately, Auntie won’t be there to help you out this time and it’s probably a good thing, I’m not. The look on your face was priceless when I caught you in the act and even better after mercilessly sealing you up inside and watching you squirm.”
In closing, she writes “Just in case you get too carried away with my little gift, here’s an Amazon Echo on my account. You can call for help in an emergency, as I’m only a couple of hours away.. Just remember, the help you get might not be the help you expect. That long fringe just isn’t for decoration you know, and there will be no one to save you and your parents or college friends won’t return for weeks :). Love and kisses, Sleep Tight! Auntie C.”
Oh God, I never thought of that. Maybe she was sitting on her chair at home while making this huge thing, giggling and relishing the thought of what I’m tempted to do, knowing that, with every stitch, in a few months, I’ll find myself struggling in her handiwork again and trapped in her chunky web like a spider that caught a fly. It didn’t take long until my darkest fantasies got the best of me. My mind was spinning on how to get sealed up in that beautiful monster afghan by myself without anyone to tie it off…..or let me go! I came across some wide duct tape and had a great idea.
I spread the massive afghan on the floor and look it over. It’s much bigger and heavier than her other one, really chunky and warm in a very close knit. Let’s see how this goes. I take a long strip of duct tape and twist it upon itself making a one inch round long strip with it’s tacky side around the whole outside. Laying the tape down the entire edge of the afghan, thinking if I roll up from the other end really tight, once I reach the other side, the tape edge will close up against me, sealing me inside.
This is too tempting to back out now, so I completely strip nude and lie down at the far end of the afghan on the floor and tuck my arms and legs in the edge like before. The feeling of the soft chunky yarn and dreams of getting stuck again are overwhelming. I make a slow roll across the floor, the afghan is pressed against me and is getting hotter at each pass. This one is much heavier and tight knit makes the heat almost unbearable. I reach the very edge and almost decide to back out but the haunting thought of calling my aunt on the echo for help, pushes me against my better judgment. In a moment of daring, I make….just….one…..more roll, and fall square on my back and onto the taped edge.
Immediately, the increasing heat of the layers start to bear down on me, throwing me into a panic. I try to sit up but it’s no use. The bulky layers leave me prone with nothing more than a wriggle no matter how I struggle. As I squirm wildly, it’s getting hotter, making me sweat profusely which sticks things up even more. My increasing helplessness in layers of wool, resulting in a powerful orgasm that leaves me shuddering and soaking the new afghan. After that, I’m drenched in sweat and the more I squirm, the harder it gets to move.
After a couple of hours, I’m drenched in sweat, exhausted and begging to get out, but no one’s there to save me. If I don’t get free, I’m doomed, or worse, have to call my Aunt for help or scream for anyone kind enough to help me without making my life at college hell afterwards. After sobbing there helpless for hours, I became determined to break free and almost dislocate my shoulder to free one arm.. Finally. Then I’m able to break the tape seal and get loose.
All that struggling has me ready to collapse, where I fall asleep on the floor. In the morning, I wake, still sweaty, tired and very sore from the night’s activities and incredibly close call. To prevent another dangerous adventure, the afghan and all the rope, etc. gets put away in the closet under other clothes to not see the light of day. That was one hell of an adventure. One that might creep upon me someday, if I’m not careful.
Fast forward back to college. After winter break ends, I find my roommate has decided to transfer out, leaving me abandoned to the apartment all alone. This could be a very good or very bad thing. I can swing the rent, short term but will have to work on getting another roommate. The positive and dangerous thing is all that alone time. I think about the supplies in my closet now and then. I use most everything, but dare never to try on my Auntie’s present again as that was way too close for comfort.
On cold Saturday morning, on a three day weekend, I’m really bored and all my assignments are complete. I’d find something to do if only I wasn’t having car problems and don’t want to get stranded somewhere. I opt to stay in for the weekend and maybe catch up on some TV but after watching some shows boredom creeps back in and thoughts wander back to my Aunties present and how much trouble I could get into if I really tried.
Eventually the evil thoughts win out and I grab the massive bulky knit blanket out of the closet. As it’s already cold in the room, I’m already wearing a very itchy Icelandic wool sweater with a tight neckline. The itchiness and prickly yarn as sheer torture against bare skin and I can’t help but wonder what’d it be like, wrapped up helpless while weaning it.
By late morning, I’ve stretched the massive blanket on the floor, added duct tape to the edges again and as a bonus a pair of handcuffs with a key already in an ice cube in the freezer tied to a bundle of twine. Before I get carried away and get stuck, I set up my Aunties Amazon Echo and it chimes showing it’s enabled.
As a test, I call my Auntie by using the drop-in feature and to my surprise and a little nervousness, hear Auntie Claire immediately say “hello dear! It’s been a long time and I thought you forgot about your little present…. What do we owe the pleasure of this surprise call? Are you just checking in like a sweet boy should or did you get yourself all tangled up and need a rescue! Hahahaha”
We chatted and caught up for a little bit with Auntie taunting me about her little gift and how much trouble she’d like to see me get into with it. She also told me about other projects she’s been working on and would like to surprise me with something new and different someday. After about 30 minutes, I think she can sense how worked up I’m getting and closes the call out with “Sorry dear, I have to get back and wrap up my project and go out for errands. As it’s cold out, I’ll have to wear a new chunky mohair sweater coat I picked up on Etsy. You’d love it, I’m sure. Let that be our parting thought before you tangle yourself up for the day. Don’t forget, if you get in trouble, I’m a drop in away… hahahah!”
With that menacing laugh, the drop in ended and as you can imagine, I was thoroughly worked up and ready for an adventure without a hesitation this time. I immediately grab the ice cube cuff key and put the key on the far end of my apartment uncoiling the twine and bringing the other end back to the room where my Aunt’s gift waits to envelop me for a very long time. I figure if I lay down on the large blanket, loop the cuffs through the holes and close them after wrapping up, I’ll eventually be able to fish the key back to me and when it melts be able to work my way to freedom.
I lay down on the chunky monster about to consume me and wrap my legs tight a couple of times before lying down on my back. I then grasp the end of my key twine and tie it around one wrist so I won’t lose it and have a small toothpick in hand to double lock the cuffs once closed.. Then I take a deep breath and loop the handcuffs through the holes in the blanket and put one around one wrist….click click click and before I chicken out, do the same with the other rapidly and then use the toothpick to push in the double lock button. The key is then tossed as best I can with bound hands, which are now tied forever until that ice cube melts.