I answered "tape" because Velcro wasn't an option. Ordinarily I use wide industrial strength Velcro hook and loop with a "D" ring woven into each fabricated cuff, easy on the wrists and ankles, (no ligature marks, nor nerve damage), and near impossible to pull apart with several turns applied to each. For added security a second wrap can be used over the first going the opposite way, my arms and legs not able to pull hard enough to unwrap it under any circumstance when applied like that. The "D" rings can be used with chain or rope to a fixed anchor point like the base of a stout tree for my legs, although finding ones a suitable distance apart while exploring in the woods can be like an ordeal all by itself.
My wrists can then be pad locked and chained to another tree over my head either laying down on the dirt and leaves and bugs, or in a standing overhead position with some more creative rope and chain work up high from the two trees my legs are anchored to. For rope work with a padlock I just tie a square knot loop into the middle of the rope where I need it, once pulled tight either by hand before I start, or with my struggles afterwards it won't come out easily as the lock's shackle holds it from running. If the knot is tied out of your reach it would be even more difficult to escape, but I have yet to need to do that.
A true four point spread eagle bound position is just wonderful for the damsel in distress fantasy, either laying down or standing, but quite difficult to do tightly as locking a padlock closed and then opening it back up again one handed is a challenge. For safety sake these days I try to keep my wrists together, more options to escape if I get a cramp or if something doesn't go exactly to plan.
These days as well I try not to anchor to fixed objects all that often, I preferring the ordeal of cuffing myself behind my back wearing only a pair of cross trainers, I needing to find the key to the padlock I had hidden earlier deep in the woods to gain my freedom, the second emergency key hidden someplace with serious consequences, like the antenna of my car in the trailhead parking lot, or in a bunch of sticker bushes with thorns and sharp branches there to tear up my bare flesh without the use of my hands.
In either event when playing deep in the woods without a stich on every noise gets amplified, the thrill of capture or discovery always there, I being reduced to hiding when I thought I heard a voice no matter how far away it was.
The last part of my ordeal is finding my bag with my car keys and clothing in it, always hidden away from where I am playing and preventing me from chickening out early before I am bound and committed. I have thrown a rope high over a limb and hoisted my bag well up in a tree before, tying it off out of reach of my cuffed hands to not only hide it, but to again prevent any easy outs should I wish once the ordeal starts.
Play safe, Jackie.