On a work trip recently I stayed overnight in a hotel, packing my favourite stiff jute rope I thought I’d unwind a few hanks and relax with a self bondage hogtie on the desk top when I’d checked in… Still in my travelling outfit of skinny, stiff denim jeans and a snug tight V-neck sweater in a shade of green almost the same as my eyes… I’d slipped off my sneakers and onto the table top in my bare feet, but the hard wood and restriction of such unyielding bondage at my own hands meant I could last long, my stomach hurt from the knots and my neck screamed at the stretch as my bonds and outfit fought against every struggle! Oh how I was groaning into my duct tape gag!