Self-Bondage Gone Wrong

You had a secret. A private kink that you only ever managed to enjoy once every so often. It was bondage, specifically tying yourself up. You love the feeling of being helpless, imagining yourself in various scenarios.

It started out when you were younger, you used to loosely wrap your older sister's old jump ropes around your wrists and ankles, pretend you had been kidnapped by a girl you knew at school. It was all fun and games until the one time your step-sister walked in and found you like this. She never said anything, just chuckled and left you.

Since then, you'd become a lot more careful about when you engaged in your kink, not to mention much more advanced than old jump ropes. You only engaged in your kink when everyone was out of the house. You kept your equipment well hidden within a locked chest in the back of your closet. Still, you longed for the times when the house would be empty.

And finally your chance had come. You were 18, taking a gap year before heading off to college. It was summer, but your step-sister had decided against coming home. Your parents were going away on a second honeymoon. You were old enough to look after yourself. In short, the house would be empty.

An excited tingle ran through your body as you walked through the entire house. It was a simple ranch layout, single floor, plus a small basement used for storage. Living room, kitchen, entry hall, and dining room all blended together. A small hallway lead back to a collection of rooms including bathrooms, master bedroom, your room, your sister's old room, and a study. On the other side a laundry room lead out to the garage. You surveyed one room after another, double checking each to make sure the house was well and truly empty.

Once you had confirmed the house was completely empty, save for you, you went to your closet and lugged out the lockbox you kept your equipment in. Bringing it out into the living room, you took a second to draw the curtains before unlocking it. Inside was all sorts of odds and ends, carefully packed away. Five lengths of soft rope, coiled and bundled up. A pair of handcuffs and matching manacles with a small spreader bar. A few rolls of tape. A red ball gag. A sleep mask used as a blindfold. And of course the keys to everything. This was the basic stuff, the stuff you knew how to use to some degree. The bottom of the box also had a few more things you hadn't quite worked up to using....armbinder, padlocks, and....a vibrator, the wand sort that girls always used.

Setting most of the stuff aside, you instead focused on the stuff you needed. You had a full week to indulge, might as well start off small. Gathering up what you needed, you headed over to the dining room, pulling out a chair. You had a fantasy in mind, a girl tying you to a chair and rubbing herself all over you, sitting in your lap.

With that in mind, you went through the steps. First....you stripped down to your briefs. Pausing a moment, you decided to remove those too. You were all alone after all. Next, you sat down in the chair and began to work. You'd watched enough tutorial videos to know what to do. First tie your ankles together, tie them to the chair, next your knees, then your waist, then your chest. You gradually worked up until only your arms were free. Now was the time to put in the gag, biting down on the red ball, you tightened it until you couldn't speak. With a bit of hesitation, and a glance to make sure the key was still on the table, you pull on the sleep mask, blindfolding yourself. This next part would be tricky, putting your hands behind the chair back, one cuff around one wrist, you locked the other in place. Now you were stuck, at least until you finished fantasizing and reached over to grab the key.

Unfortunately....there was one thing happening that wasn't apart of your fantasy. As you imagined yourself in the girl's locker room, a cute cheerleader lowering herself down onto your helpless manhood....you heard a door creak. Immediately you snapped out of your fantasy, jerking up. You were naked and tied to a chair, you were at half-mast and there was no way you could get out of this all in time. Frantically you stretched to reach for the key...your heart dropped as you heard a metallic clatter of it falling to the floor. There was no escape now. Who was in your house?

• A burglar

• Your step-sister, Amy

• A neighbor