“We’re heading out now, dear. Enjoy your evening, we’ll be back later tonight.” Nicole’s mother called from the front door.

“Bye Mom! Bye Dad!” the 18-year old called back. “Enjoy your anniversary dinner!” Through the window of her bedroom, she watched her parents walk down the driveway and get into the car and drive off.

After giving it a couple of minutes, just in case they had forgotten anything and had to come back, Nicole got up from the window and went to her closet. Stashed far in the back, hopefully where no prying parents would find it, was an old shoe box. Filling it was a mixed collection of scarves, bandanas, old rolls of duct tape, varying lengths of rope and a few other items the teen had gathered during her years of playing ‘tie-up games’ with her close friend Rachel.

Nicole deposited the box on the bed and went and grabbed her laptop, taking it over to the bed as well. She opened it up and went to the site she’d found a few days before. At the top, a banner read “Self-Bondage Tips and Tricks” followed by a list of articles. She scrolled down and clicked on one called “Basic Rope Hogtie”.

“This should be easy enough…” Nicole thought, scanning over the written steps and the accompanying illustration. As she read, she dug through the shoe box, grabbing several lengths of rope, setting them on the bed, beside her. She went and grabbed a pair of sharp kitchen scissors. She placed these at the far side of the room, by the door. Once she had finished tying herself up, they would be her only means of getting free.

Before she started though, Nicole changed out of her school clothes and into a pair of exercise shorts and a t-shirt. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, which hung about halfway down her back.

Returning to the bed, Nicole took the first length of rope and folded it over, creating a loop in the center of the length. Placing her feet together in front of her, side by side, Nicole slid the loop under her ankles, then pulled the two free ends through the loop, creating a neat cinch around her ankles. She wrapped them around twice, then once between her legs, cinching the coils tight and knotted it off securely. She took a moment, moving her feet around, getting a feel for the bindings. They were snug, but not so tight as to be uncomfortable.

Next, she took the second length. One end of the rope was tied into a small cinch noose, about three or four inches long. The other end was tied securely to the bonds on Nicole’s feet, leaving about two feet of rope free. The teen took both ends of the third rope and knotted them together. She twisted the rope and folded it over once, then twice, creating a circle with six coils of rope, big enough to fit around both her wrists with some space to spare.

Before putting that on, though, Nicole had two more items to add to her bondage. The first was a large, rubber ballgag Rachel had given to her for her birthday. She popped the round plug into her mouth and buckled the straps secured behind her head. The second was a cloth sleep mask with a strong elastic strap. Before putting it on, the teen glanced around the room, noting the position of the remaining rope and the scissors, across the room. She then removed her glasses, setting them on the nightstand and slid the mask over her eyes, immediately plunging herself into total darkness.

Working by feel, Nicole found the coil of rope and slipped it around her right wrist. The teen rolled over onto her belly, with her legs folded up, over her body. She found the rope, dangling from it, with the cinch nose at the end and grabbed it. The rest of the coil around her wrist was slipped through the open noose and the teen put her other, free hand, through the rope. All she had to do then was tug on the rope with her feet. The rope went taut, pulling the noose tight around coils inside, which also tightened, trapping Nicole’s wrists within their snug embrace and the teen was helplessly hogtied.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Nicole squirmed on the bed, enjoying the delightful sensation of the rope, trapping her limbs, keeping her restrained. Robbed of her sight, the feel of the ropes wrapping around her wrists and ankles, the pull of the hogtie rope, pulling on her shoulders and back, the pressure of the ballgag wedged between her jaws, was magnified.

As she struggled, the teen tried to create a narrative for her bondage in her mind. Perhaps she was a spunky reporter, nabbed while investigation a white slave ring. Or maybe she was a brilliant scientist, kidnapped by spies to gain access to the secret formula she was working on. Or a pop singer abducted from her dressing room by a crazy fan. “Yes…” Nicole thought to herself. “He’s taken me back to his house and left me hogtied on the bed while he goes to get some nasty…wicked things. I’ve got to get out of here somehow, before he returns, or else…” She moaned into her gag in pleasure.

Even without her fantasies, Nicole’s situation in real life was more than enough to excite her. She was alone, in the house, helplessly tied up. She was nervous, but somewhat thrilled at the same time, at the thought that someone might come along, break into the house and find her like this.

“Alright…better get started on getting untied…” Nicole thought to herself. Her parents wouldn’t be back from their anniversary dinner for several hours, true, but it would take some time for her to work her way over to the scissors anyway. The teen started struggling again, still enjoying the sensation of her bondage, but more focused now. The hogtie made moving about difficult, but after some trial and error, she found by wriggling her hips and shoulders in just such a way, she was able to make some forward progress across the bed, albeit very slowly.

Inch by inch, Nicole worked her way to the foot of the bed. There was a significant drop from the bed onto the floor, but the teen had planned for that, leaving a large pile of soft, fluffy pillows at the base of the bed to cushion her fall. She balanced on the edge of the bed for a second, taking a deep breath, then threw her weight over to one side and tipped her body over. She gave a brief squeal of fright, the blindfold making the foot or so she fell seem far more, then she landed with a soft thump onto the pillows.

Nicole lay on the pillows for a minute, catching her breath. Just crossing the bed had taken what seemed like the better part of an hour and left her sweaty and short of breath. “I’ve got twice that distance to get to the door where the scissors are at…” Nicole thought. She groaned, but at the same time felt a thrill of helplessness. Were she free, she could cross the space to the door in half a dozen steps, a matter of a few seconds. Hogtied as she was, getting over there was a major challenge in and of itself.

“Need to hurry though…” Nicole thought, resuming her imagining. “My captor will be back any second. If he catches me trying to escape…” She grinned behind the ball of her gag, imagining all sorts of torments to frighten herself if her fantasy kidnapper caught her. Slowly, the teen disentangled herself from the pile of pillows, aligned herself in what she thought…hoped, was the direction of the door and began squirming in that direction.

As before, the process was long and difficult, though Nicole enjoyed every minute of her predicament. Once she’d squirmed away from the pillows, the teen had no idea how far she’d traveled over any given period. Her destination could be right in front of her face or still far off. Each time, it proved to be the latter.

Every few minutes, she’s pause, catch her breath, try and gauge her distance, if she was still squirming in the right direction. True, if she did get turned around, she could, hopefully, rub her blindfold off enough to see, but the teen wanted the challenge of trying to find her escape plan without removing the blindfold. And besides, the slight fear that she’d gotten off course and was heading in the wrong direction helped heighten her fantasies of helpless peril. “I might be here for hours, days!” Nicole thought, imagining herself trapped in a deep, dark dungeon, all alone. “No one coming to rescue me…”

As it was, she was there for about another ten minutes before the teen found the far wall, bumping into it with her shoulder. She sighed. She had gotten off the right track, but by how much? And did she veer to the right, or the left? Without a better idea, she mentally flipped a coin and picked left, following the path of the wall, feeling around for the door or the scissors lying in front of them.

She’d guessed right. A few more minutes squirming, the teen brushed against something metal with her side. She rolled over onto her side, pulling her legs back as far as they could to give her hands enough slack to feel around, awkwardly, for the scissors.

When the scissors were in her grip, it was just a matter of orienting them in the right direction and snipping through the cord hogtying her. Nicole felt bad cutting the rope, losing part of her stash of restraints, but she’d selected one of the older, frayed ropes for that tie and the self-bondage session had been well worth the sacrifice.

With the hogtie cut, Nicole stretched out for the first time in almost an hour. It took only a few minutes for her to loosen the now slack noose open, releasing her wrists from the coils of rope binding them. She slid the blindfold off, blinking in the sudden light after so much dim in artificial darkness, then unbuckled the ballgag. The teen gave a groan of relief as the rubber plug slid out, slick with drool, and she was able to close her jaws again.

Nicole dropped the gag and blindfold onto the floor, then rolled over into a sitting position. She leaned forward and untied the rope binding her ankles. Finally free, the teen rose to her feet, quickly, and jogged to the bathroom. First, she went to the toilet and sat down. That taken care of, she stripped off her clothes and climbed in the shower, to wash off the sweat she’d built up squirming on the bed and on the floor for more than an hour. As she rinsed off, her hand slipped between her legs, where her arousal had been building from the moment the ropes had tightened around her wrists…

Washed, dried off, in fresh clothes, and with her needs, both biological and carnal, satisfied, Nicole returned to her bedroom. Grabbing her glasses, she gave the clock on the nightstand a quick glance. It had been just under two hours since she’d tied herself up. Her parents weren’t due back for another hour, at least. But before they did, she needed to clean up.

Kneeling on the floor, Nicole began gathering up her restraints. The rope was neatly coiled up and put in the shoe box. She was pleased to find she’d cut the hogtie rope closer to one end, leaving one piece still long enough to be useful. It was followed by the blindfold and the ballgag, after giving the later a quick wipe down with a cloth to clean off the drool. The shoe box went back to its usual place, hidden deep in the back of her closet.

With a contented sigh, Nicole went back to her bed and gathered up the pillows at the foot. She tossed them to the head of the bed then flopped down on top of it. From the nightstand, she grabbed her journal and a pen, flipped to a blank page and tried to remember the feeling of being hogtied, the fantasy she’d crafted while squirming on the bed.

“Let’s see…” Nicole thought, tapping the tip of the pen one the first blank line. “How to start…” She began to scrawl out characters, beginning another bondage story.

“Valerie awoke to a wave of disorientation. The 18-year old pop singer was shocked to find herself, not in her trailer as she’d thought, but lying on a strange bed in total darkness. The darkness was not from the room, but a band of cloth, tied tight across her eyes. Her hands and feet had been strictly bound with rope, pulling her long, supple limbs into a strict hogtie. The star gave a cry of alarm at her predicament, her calls for help cruelly muffled by the cloth bound between her teeth. From somewhere close by, she heard the evil cackle of her kidnapper, enjoying the signs of her distress…”

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“We’re home, dear!” Nicole looked up from her writing as she heard the front door being unlocked and her mother calling out. Hurriedly, Nicole finished the last sentence she was writing, trying to capture the terror, yet defiance in pop star Valerie’s mind as her abductor laid out his plans to make her his bondage bride, then put the journal away. She’d just set it down as the door opened and the teen’s mother came in, still in her evening dress.

“How was the dinner, mom?” Nicole asked.

“Just wonderful dear.” Her mother replied, smiling. “And what about you, how was your evening? Did you do anything fun?”

“Oh…” Nicole gave a playful shrug. “Not much. I mostly laid around on bed.”

“Yeah, I imagine it’s been pretty boring with Rachel and her family away on vacation. I bet you’ll be pretty excited when they get back next week?”  

“mmm-hhh.” Nicole nodded, grinning. She already had a dozen ideas on how to improve her self-bondage session for next time and couldn’t wait to discuss them…and try them out, with her best friend…