I have learned many wonderful things while studying abroad in Japan which I hope to use for some stories to make up for being away from the site for so long. (For those wondering, no I am not dead but found myself extremely occupied and unable to do much in terms of writing my stories)

I came back on Monday and was greeted by my dad and later in the afternoon, my sister and my mom. We live in a rather large home as my family has been quite successful in their careers. My mother is a popular defense attorney and my father is a captain for a commercial airline.

On Tuesday night my dad left for a flight and that he'd be back on Sunday. My mom is still in work and my sister is still in school so they'd be out of the house until 4-6pm. This was my golden time to relax and enjoy myself.

Nicole missed me a whole bunch and was super bummed out when she had to go to her parents ski-lodge in Colorado. She promised to give me the biggest smooch ever so I can hardly wait.

Ashley and Rebecca are still at our college as my abroad schedule and their normal schedule didn't match up so they will not be done until Friday. This all means that there is no one to Dom me or no one that I get to Dom :(

Having been to Japan, I secretly studied and learned some new techniques that was sure to spice things up for myself and the others. I learned a lot of shirabi for both self-bondage and for duo-bondage.

But then, I noticed the most exciting opportunity had presented itself. Every other Wednesday, we have two really nice cleaning ladies come through and clean the house. They don't do any chores like laundry, just simple cleaning that we can't do in our busy schedules. they are paid reasonably for the size of our house and usually come around noon and leave around 2-3pm.

I had mentioned that I have done some self-bondage with them present before but sense I hadn't done any real bindage in so long, I could pass up on this opportunity.

Wednesday arrived and the house was all to myself. I had held off on doing any self-bondage or even gagging myself because I wanted to have the most authentic experience I could. I've become a bit of a gag-slut recently as I love to just be gagged with tape and cloth and continue with my day. Rebecca kind of got me in that mind set ever sense I became one of her bondage slaves but it has grown on me (more on that in another story)

Around 10am I got all dressed up and ready to go. I put on a new cosplay that I wanted to try out. its similar to the pink school girl outfit I have only its a black cheerleader set made by the same company. it says BRAT on the but and has a crotch snap-lock on the bottom. Its made for the DDLG group I believe but lemme tell you these outfits are soft and comfortable as hell.

I threw on the top with matching skirt. Some black and white stripped thigh high socks, and did my hair in a ponytail. My wavy-bob cut has gotten a little longer sense I got home, so the short ponytail looked and felt really good. The outfit was soft and really snug so it accented my body quite nicely.

In the center of the top is a heart right in the center of the chest which shows a direct line for some cleavage. having a D-cup really gives off a nice curve and fan service. My thighs have also gotten a little fatter which has given me the thigh-high sock money shot where the lip of my thighs stick out around the edge of the socks.

I put some light make-up on, nothing around my mouth as I planned on gagging myself to the point of complete silence. I felt good and ready to go. Around noon I got the rope, cloth. cuffs, and tape ready as I had a clear shot of the front yard from my window. this way once they showed up, I could get ready asap.

One thing I noticed is that my room as been clean for a few months now. I assumed the cleaning ladies must have been barely touching my room due to it having never been touched these last few months. So I decided to barely make my bed and leave the door open enough for them to notice I was home.

I never have to worry about my walk-in closet though as they never go in there for the most part. They have on occasion so I made a fall-back plan to leave the big chest in my closet open so I could toss myself in and close it as a make-shift coffin in case they were to enter.

As soon as they arrived, it was go time. I knew I had some time before they got to my room as they always work their way up so they would mainly work on the first floor then come upstairs.

I went into my walk-in closet and got things going. I started with the gag as I didn't want to forget to gag myself having tied myself up (which has happened before and is a real pain). I stuffed my mouth with two clean socks until my mouth was bulging. I placed a long 4'' strip on microfoam tape over my mouth from cheek to cheek. Under strip under my chip, and a final strip over all of that again.

I then used some vet-tape and wrapped it around my mouth what felt like 10 times. I then placed and otm cloth gag and and otn cloth gag on top. I wasn't a super layered gag, but it was plenty to shut me up. Also, Ashely had sent me a gift while I was away. They were these pieces of tape with phrases and words on them like "keep gagged", "STFU", "Gag-slut", "Perv". I chose the one that said "keep me quiet" and placed it over my otn gag.

I was now completely shit up and had plenty of time to bind myself. I tried my shirabi but realized quickly that it takes a lot of time and practice and the adrenaline of the cleaners got my messing up and panicking. I also liked to talk myself through the ropes but with a gagged mouth, made it impossible. Luckily I had some alternatives.

I used a black 4'' electric tape and tied my feet, legs, and thighs together tightly. It felt really good and it was hard to move which is exactly what I wanted. I then grabbed a strict armbinder that puts your arms in a horizontal pose behind your back. I had found a technique that can get me into the arm binder pre-close and locked and still have it tight and challenging to get out of.

I quickly remembered to add a tight crotch rope which the shirabi rope I left out before stashing all evidence of my bondage gear in a door, then I proceeded to put on the armbinder.

After some struggling and squeezing I got it on and adjusted until it was as comfortable as I could get it. I locks your arms in place as well so I couldn't really move it around a lot which is perfect. I was tightly bound, gagged, and couldn't really move.

I struggled, rolling around and moaning through my tight gag, enjoying every second of it. I couldn't break free and couldn't call out for help. My body felt hot as my legs were closed together and my lower body was tight and keeping me in a bliss. I couldn't think clearly and it was amazing.

Then I heard them. They were beginning to make their way upstairs and they would easy see my room open once they reached the top. I began to push myself over to a wall so I could get up onto my feet. I tried to move slowly and carefully as to not fall down and alert anyone.

Once I got to my two feet, I bunny hopped carefully over to the open chest. I slowly sat down on the edge and plopped myself in. The impact on landing in the chest knocked the lid over and closed it. My chest isn't some heavy duty item, but more of a basket kind of chest that you put stuffed animals in or socks. It was a twig-wood design with a light fabric over it. Which means you can see through it from the inside just barely.

I have a more heavy duty chest that I use for bondage but it is loud and can sometime get stuck which isn't safe or fun. These little basket/chest is much better but certainly not sound proof. The other chest is super-sound proof but this little Bastet chest is not which made me thankful for my tight gag.

I was so excited and managed to get comfortable while waiting. Sure enough one of them entered my room. I could hear her as she was fixing my bed as the other's vacuum got louder and closer.

I got cocky and started to 'cry for help' through my gag. I love the idea of a helpless girl being tied up and calling for help, but the people nearby can't hear or see her. The vacuum covered my tires quite well as if my gag wasn't already muffling any attempts to make noise.

I struggled and cried out some more, knowing they'd never even know I was right next to them. Then the closet doors suddenly opened. I quickly shut up and watched through the light fabric of the chest. One of the cleaners had moved my duffle bag full of clothes and set it down in my closet.

I whimpered and tried to stay still and keep quiet. I thought she was just going to move it and then close the doors, but then the other cleaner brought the vacuum in. She started to vacuum the carpet of my closet and I was directly in from of her.

All she had to do is find one sock or even hear the slightest movement or muffled noise from me to open the chest and discover me. I couldn't handle the adrenaline. I wouldn't know what to do if they found me.

Would they untie me? Would they just ignore me and leave me if I shook my head when they asked me things? Would they tell someone? I was scarred but really curious how they would react to finding a girl tied up and gagged in a trunk in a closet all alone. Maybe I could play it off as a robbery, but the cosplay wouldn't really back that up.

I watched with anticipation, holding back my urge to struggle and get their attention. They finished up, and closed the doors. I waited for a while just to be safe, as I had no way of telling of they'd come back.

I was out of breath, I could feel my body feel slick with sweat but the bindings still as tights as ever. I cried out in my gag and lightly struggled making sure to keep an eye and ear out for them if they were to return.

Things got quiet, so I used my head to open the chest and roll over the edge and onto the floor. After catching my breath, I struggled and squeezed until I felt my armbinder come loose and I was able to get out with some effort. I then freed myself from the bindings on my legs and undid the crotch rope.

I began to undo my gag and quickly run to my bathroom to spit out all the collected saliva. I cleaned up, threw things away, and got some laundry going knowing that the gag socks, and outfit could use the freshening up. I took a hot shower just to make sure I wasn't gonna pass out, I felt both exhausted and completely satisfied.