Chapter One.
Saturday afternoon and I was just getting ready for some simple self bondage. My sister and I were the only ones home, but she was sitting downstairs and would be leaving in around 15 minutes. I had already decided that I couldn't wait those 15 minutes and would already start with the tying up part. My parents wouldn't be home until the next afternoon. A friend of mine would be coming in the evening so before that I could do what I wanted.
In front of me were all the things that I would use spread out on my bed. There was some duct tape, rope and several socks and scarfs. I had put on my outfit, which consisted of a black skirt that reached mid-thigh, white knee high socks and a black sweater.
I didn't waste any time and got to work. Sitting down on my bed next to all the materials, I started wrapping some rope around my ankles, cinching it off after a few rounds. I repeated that process above and underneath my knees and at my thighs. Just as I wanted to start gagging myself I heard the doorbell go. I heard my sister open the door and talk to the person. I decided to just continue with what I was doing and ignore the sounds from downstairs.
I picked up two socks and pushed them into my mouth. It was quite a mouth full, which I enjoyed. I tied a knot in the middle of a red scarf, placing the knot on the socks and knotting the scarf off behind my head.
While I was already making some makeshift handcuffs from rope I suddenly heard someone walking upstairs. I immediately stopped with what I was doing and placed the rope down. My eyes went wide when I heard a voice calling out my name.
"Rose, I'm coming in!" The voice of the friend that was supposed to be coming over tonight sounded infront of my door.
"Mmhhpp!" I tried to stop him from coming in, but he had already opened my door. When he saw me confusion first took over his face, but then he started laughing.
"Why are you tied up?" He asked with a silly grin on his face. I glared at him while I started picking at the knot of my gag. When he saw what I was doing he held up his hand.
"Stop! Leave it in." He ordered while making his way to me. The boy named Bryce picked up the duct tape from the bed. "Hold your hands infront of you in fists." He told me. I first raised my eyebrows at him, thinking he was making a joke, but when I saw he was serious I did what he told me to do. He wrapped tape around both my fists, making my fingers useless. After that, Bryce told me to put my wrapped hands on my back. He quickly picked up some rope and tied them together, tight enough that I couldn't breakfree, but not tight enough to hurt me. It seemed like he had done this before because of how quick and tight he tied the rope.
I looked up at Bryce and saw he was looking at me with a grin on his face. Some strands of my long, brown hair had fallen infront of my eyes and I was blushing slightly.
"Lie down on your belly, I am going to finish this with a hogtie." I again did what he told me laid down on my stomach. He swiftly bound my wrists to my ankles. When everything was tightly knotted off he took a step back to look at his work.
"Looks great!" He said while patting my feet. A muffled up giggle escaped my gag. An evil smile made its' way onto his face. "You're ticklish?" A quickly shook my head. The last thing I wanted was to be tickled.
"I'm leaving now, see you tomorrow!" I heard my sister yell from downstairs before the sound of the front door closing.
"Well then I guess it's tickle time!" Bryce grinned.