"Hello! Anyone home?" Madison called out as she opened the door and stepped into her apartment. She shared the place with her old college roommate, Sharon, and a young man named Steve. Surprisingly, there was no answer.

As she walked into the apartment's small kitchen, Madison remembered Sharon was planning to spend all evening with her boyfriend, which meant she'd probably stay the night with him as well. Glancing at the kitchen table, Madison noticed a small note in Steve's writing on it.

"Gone to visit friends. Probably won't be back till tomorrow. Looks like you'll have the place to yourself tonight. - Steve." Madison grinned, reading the note. She dropped her purse on the kitchen table and kicked off her heels, with a sigh of relief.

The young coed was currently working as an intern for a company that must have never heard the words "Casual Friday" before. Her coworkers treated the young intern like their own personal go-for. They'd kept her on her feet, hopping, all day running stupid and pointless errands for them.

Madison's panty-hose clad feet padded softly on the carpet as she walked to her bedroom. Oh well, she thought to herself. She knew how to relax after a tough day at the office. She grinned. It had been a while since she'd had the whole place to herself.

She opened the door to her closet and began rooting through the stack of old shoeboxes that filled the bottom. After a few minutes searching, she found what she'd been looking for. She pulled it from the heap triumphantly and carried the large, battered cardboard box to her bed.

Madison opened the shoebox and dumped the contents on the bed; rope, coils and coils of it in a tangled heap, a padded silk blindfold, a pair of ear plugs and, near the bottom, her pride and joy: a large, bright red rubber ballgag.

A few moments were spent uncoiling and sorting the rope on the bed, and making sure the windows were shut and the blinds closed tightly, then she stood up. Breath quick with anticipation, she hurriedly unbuttoned her grey business jacket and tossed it aside.

It was quickly joined by the matching grey skirt and her blouse and then the rest of her clothes, until the young woman stood naked as the day she was born. She shivered slightly as the light breeze of the air conditioning blew across her bare skin, raising goose bumps.

Madison stepped in front of the full length mirror hanging on the closet door and admired her nude figure. She kept fit with regular visits to the gym, though to her eyes, Madison thought she could stand to lose a couple more pounds around the tummy.

She reached up and undid her bun, letting her dark blond hair cascade down around her shoulders, and took off her glasses. Turning away from the mirror, Madison walked over to the dresser and, after some searching, found two pairs of panties she'd recently washed.

Sitting on the bed, Madison picked up her ballgag. She stuffed the underwear into her mouth, poking it in with one finger. With two pairs of panties inside, it was a little hard to get the large rubber ball between her jaws, but Madison eventually succeeded in popping it in. She grabbed the leather straps and pulled them behind her head, buckling the gag on tight.

"HGMMMPPPHHH!!!" Madison grunted, enjoying the sound of her gag-muffled voice. She tried a few more muffled phrases, all of them little more than a whisper and complete unintelligible. Satisfied she was effectively muffled, Madison turned her attention to her bonds.

Picking the first coil of rope up, Madison stood to quickly tie a simple crotch rope, pulling the rope between her legs snug before knotting it securely. She did a quick lap around the room, enjoying the feeling of the smooth nylon rope rubbing back and forth between her legs, before sitting back down on the bed and picking up the second coil of rope.

This, she used to bind her ankles, side by side. She picked up the excess rope, and tied it to the foot of the bed. Another coil of rope tied her legs together at the knees. Madison wriggled and kicked her bound legs, feeling her bonds. They were secure, the ropes holding the young woman's feet and knees snugly.

Madison blushed a bright pink as she reached for the next coil of rope. The slightest movement was enough to send the crotch rope sawing back and forth and already, Madison was beginning to feel wet between her tightly tied legs. She was already starting to droll a little around the rubber ballgag as her breath quickened in excitement.

Trying her best to ignore it, at least until she finished tying herself up, Madison quickly tied the last coil of rope to the headboard of the bed, in a knot similar to a hangman's noose. The way the rope was tied, she could slip her wrists into the loop and tug on it, easily tightening it around her hands, trapping them. Loosening it again, with her hands trapped inside it, would be difficult, but still possible, allowing Madison a way to get free when she was finished, without noticeably weakening her self-bondage.

Before securing her hands, though, Madison grabbed the blindfold and earplugs. The plugs were the cheap kind, that didn't block out all the sound. She'd still be able to hear, say, the sound of the front door opening, should one of her friends return early, but they'd be more than enough to filter out all the background noise, like the air conditioning or the ticking of her old alarm clock. Madison knew from previous experience that the effect, combined with the blindfold, would be somewhat disorienting, quickly causing her to lose track of time.

After plugging her ears and securing the blindfold on so she was in total darkness, Madison groped around a bit, found the rope and slipped her hands inside the loop. She took a deep breath and pulled, cinching it tight around her wrists.

The young woman squirmed around, enjoying the feeling of her bondage. Her blindfold only seemed to increase every other sensation. She loved the feeling of the soft, cool sheets against her naked skin, the snug embrace of the ropes around her, holding the captive woman down, not to mention the sensations between her legs brought on by the crotch rope. From time to time, the air conditioning would kick in, causing the nude woman to shiver as the cold air blew gently over her.

As she played around, Madison began to come up with a story for her self-bondage game. She was a rich heiress, the daughter of a wealthy industrialist, kidnapped from her boarding school for ransom.

What was that? Madison thought to herself. Dear old Daddy's refused the ransom? She thought to herself in mock horror.  Now her abductors were discussing what to do with her, other ways they could still make some money off of her. Oh No! Now they were discussing selling her to the white slavers!

Madison groaned into her gag playfully, as she imagined listening in terror as the leader of the kidnappers stepped out into the hallway to make a call on his cellphone, arranging a buyer for his helpless prisoner. The door opens and the slaver sticks his head in to announce Madison's fate…

All of a sudden, Madison was brought out of her fantasy as she heard the door to her room open, for real. "Madison, are you there?" She heard Sharon call out. "Greg's feeling a bit under the weather tonight. You wanna go out clubbing with me?" The young woman felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment as she heard her friend exclaim "Madison!?! What the Hell- Steve! Get in here!" Madison groaned…


"…and that's why she's tied up like this." Steve said. He tried very hard to hide the camera he was holding behind his back. "I can't think of any other reason she might be tied up like this. Can you?" he grinned sheepishly.

Sharon sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. On the bed, Madison groaned into her gag for someone to untie her. "Just hold on, Madison. I'll untie you in a second." Sharon said, cracking her knuckles. "This won't take long…"