TL:DR at bottom.
For as long as I can remember, I have been obsessed with trapping myself. As if a pendulum swinging from my respectful but mildly (perhaps understated) defiant personality, I have always gotten a thrill from the risk. Adrenaline coursed through me not knowing whether I would truly be trapped or could somehow pull off an escape with spiritual admiration from the great Harry Houdini. The excitement of the escape; the excitement of not knowing; and the excitement of the following potential humiliation if found were all factors that charged this urge.
Background
I imagine many of us have shared that first experience of bondage directed by the elusive "blanket burrito." My first experience was rolling around in a quilt; though, it was less of a burrito and more of a dumpling considering the army roll I performed the maneuver with. I remember being trapped, thrashing like a wild animal from the lack of oxygen. I did manage to roll myself out of it eventually, but I was drenched in sweat and breathing hard. The exhilaration of that moment stuck with me. Had it not been so hot in that self-induced trap, I probably would've enjoyed it more. Nonetheless, this is where I started.
My interests have escalated over the years. Having been exposed to BDSM through family and the internet, I made due with the tools I had. Sheets, spare rope, bungee cords, duct tape, and whatever else I could get my hands on. It became my first true hyper-fixation. I would spend HOURS a night -- 10pm to 6am or later, trying different ties and researching all I could. Mind you, I am not traditionally a night owl, yet time ceased to exist in this bliss. I read stories online, both real and fantasy, that continued to peak my curiosity. When I realized there were women that liked to tie up guys... my mind was blown. I did not realize at the time, however, how much this would influence my sexual and romantic preferences.
Sub Frenzy
Now, much later in life, I still have not found a partner to fill both that sexual and romantic void. For the women that did make it into my life, it was unfortunately only one or the other when, inevitably, the mixed intentions were not compatible. These have been followed by periods of singlehood and lack of fulfillment that I have desperately tried to fill on my own. I have tried to find a partner, but I felt unwelcome by the kink community in my area. I continue to search online, but it is painfully slow and takes an immense amount of effort to get any engagement.
As I've refined my own desires, there have been times where I have taken risks maybe I shouldn't have. Sometimes it's throwing padlock keys away because I don't feel trapped enough, cinched rope above the elbows, overnight long bondage with no clear escape, and other long uncomfortable positions that are near impossible to escape and by all means physically demanding. I keep telling myself it's dangerous, but also the desire is so strong that I don't know what to do! I end up lying in bed for hours, just planning and thinking and fantasizing... and eventually, I get exhausted of throwing coins into the wishing well and none of those wishes coming true. So, I become the well and throw myself down it, too.
Just this past month, I've probably spent 10 or more days where I was in some form of strict bondage for more than 6 hours in that day. That doesn't include all of the other shorter less strict positions. The good news is that I've figured out that I can squeeze my hands through my wrist cuffs with enough time and leverage, and I've used rope to break off some of the smaller padlock when I've had to. I have a timer lock box I throw the keys in. It's all really dangerous, I know, but it's the only thing that puts me into my submissive space on my own.
I feel like everything is continuing to escalate, and while I really enjoy it, the risk increases, as well. I realize I am placing myself into dangerous positions, but I can't think of any alternatives that keep up with what I want and need.
TL:DR
I have a strong urge for bondage. It has been escalating and I've started putting myself into longer, more physically demanding and dangerous holds on my own. I have no partner and I am struggling with reconciling what to do. I feel like I'm ignoring my needs and not getting satisfaction when I know I can be released on my own, so I put myself into precarious positions. I am looking for the advice of subs and dommes that may be able to relate to having escalating needs with difficulty fulfilling them.