Ashley had been planning a small dinner party-esc thing for a while now. She was really good about being careful and considerate to everyone during this whole pandemic, so no one really put up a fight about it being an issue.

It wasn't going to be anything big or hectic, just a small group of friends that were mainly comprised of her church group. Rebecca wasn't keen on meeting them, so I think she was

going to go 'entertain' one of her friends-with-benefits somewhere on campus.

Im pretty sure Rebecca found a female RA to tie up in the privacy of their RA apartment, so it looked like she had her evening figured out. Such good memories of my RA apartment, sometimes I miss the thrill of being bound to a chair while watching shadows of footsteps move around the front door. I wonder if Rebecca's prey will get that same thrill?

Regardless, It was just gonna be me and Nicole. We had no real interest in meeting them either. Not because we didn't like them, but we didn't really want to intervene or be in the way. Just let Ashley be the hostess for the night and not get in her way.

Nicole and I had an early dinner, we wanted to be able to stay upstairs and not worry about

being in the way or having to move around them. We didn't have an idea as to when this party would end, but we didn't want to take any chances, and just played things safe.

I was planning an indulging in some self-bondage. I kinda wanted to have some thrill and entertain myself sense I didn't want to go downstairs. I didn't have the foresight to tell Nicole, though that would have just been normal bondage which would have been better in all honesty. Though, in a way, I got my wish.

I had laid out some stuff I was going to use. I had some leather cuffs, some black rope, some 4' microfoam tape and a nice comfy outfit to wear. Nothing crazy, just enough to restrain me and keep me quiet while people were over. I also wanted to be able to get out of it quickly if something were to happen.

I had enough rope for my legs, but I wanted to add some for a crotch rope and couldn't find any. I had some other colored rope, but I was being stubborn and wanted it to match, Stupid I know, but I liked my bondage aesthetic. I decided to sneak downstairs and check the basement.

I was in my outfit, which was just some pajama pants and a long sleeve shirt. Nothing special, I was in the mood for comfy or cosplay. Though I did consider cosplay for a second.

As I made my way downstairs, Ashley was cleaning the kitchen and hadn't seen me. No one had arrived yet, so I dint have to go full stealth mode just yet. I heard Nicole's door open upstairs, but I didn't pay it any mind, she was probably using the upstairs bathroom.

I went downstairs and looked for some boxes labeled XX. I though I had them in the back, near the pole in the far corner. As I made it to the basement, I noticed that Rebecca had been busy with our recent 'additions' and such.

Rebecca and I have added some rings, hooks, and unopened furniture to the basement. We plan to use them for some new bondage techniques such as suspension and such, but we aren't just ready yet to use them, though I will be the first 'volunteer'.

I found the boxes, and started to open and dig through them. I was sure I had more black rope, and I was trying to hurry so that I wouldn't be caught in my PJ's while holding a coil of rope in front of Ashley's guests.

I was in such a hurry, I hadn't noticed that I wasn't alone.

Nicole had followed me and had brought most of my supplies. She grabbed me and held one of my of wrists behind my back, and placed her other hand over my mouth. She ordered me to stay quiet and place my arms behind my back. I complied and she guided me towards the pole in the corner.

She had me place my hands around the pole with my back placed against it, and began to tie them together. She tied them tightly and came around to face me.

I was whimpering and confused as to why she was doing this. I secretly enjoyed the foreplay, but was shocked that Nicole knew what I was up to. She leaned over and started going through the box that I hadn't opened yet.

"Why are you tying me up down here?" I had said while struggling to break free. Nicole, still digging in the box responded saying, "I saw the stuff on your bed, thought id give you a much better experience."

I couldn't argue, I had wanted to be tied to this pole for a while, left alone a prisoner in my own home. I thought it would be safe and fun. Though, this wasn't the night I had planned for it.

Nicole commanded me to open my mouth and placed a large round sponge in my mouth, then began sealing it with the microfoam tape. She placed several strips, before wrapping it around my head. She took some cloth fabric and tightly wrapped it around my mouth, creating an OTM gag.

She placed another large cloth piece, tightening it, finishing my gag with a tight OTN. I moaned and groaned through my tight gag, but couldn't produce much noise, plus I was all the way in the basement, no one was going to hear me anyway.

Nicole began tying me up every more. Creating a tight chest harness and tying me to the pole even more. Rope was placed along my legs and ankles as well, keeping me tightly pressed to the pole with little slack or wiggle room.

"Under normal circumstances, I would strip you and do whatever I want with you right now, but I have some homework to take care of, and you deserve to keep your clothes on just this once" said Nicole as she tightened my bindings.

Nicole waved a magic wand in front of me and asked if I wanted to use it. "Mmmmph, mmgh, mmm, mmmph" was all I could say. Obviously this wasn't a clear answer, so I just nodded my head 'yes' and left my fate in her hands.

Nicole secured it near my crotch and left it on a decent setting. "Don't want them to hear you down here, so ill leave you on a low setting for now" said Nicole as she stood up after placing it. "Mmph Mmm?" I had said, still tightly gagged.

Nicole had decided to add a blindfold, nothing to look at anyway so I didn't protest. After she placed it, I heard her shifting boxes around near me, I tried asking through my gag what she was doing and shockingly she knew what I was asking.

"Im gonna rearrange these so that no one sees you or can hear you down hear. It'll be your own little box-prison cell." I like the sound of that. I liked being a super secure prisoner. Bound and gagged in a prison cell in a basement was a fantasy for my fetish. I had no complaints.

I was still a bit worried about someone discovering me. I knew Ashley's party wouldn't come down here, she knew what we were using the basement for and would have no need to show it off.

Nicole had set a timer on her phone and lifted my blindfold to show me. "One hour. If Ashley's thing ends early ill release you sooner." I nodded and she lowered my blindfold, blinding me once again. I heard Nicole's footsteps grow quieter as she went back upstairs.

I struggled and wiggled in my bindings, thought I might as well try and free myself and see if I could make a great escape. Surely there was a strategy to freeing myself from this pole, like slipping out of the ropes or their being some slack somewhere. I tried everything but my wrists were secured too tightly to even use my fingers to pick at any ropes, and the rest of my body was pressed firmly to the pole.

The blindfold didn't help either, I couldn't see what I was doing and the vibrator kept me from being able to focus. I couldn't struggle much or move all too quickly as my gag forced me to behave and control my breathing. I was forced to keep still and keep quiet.

I tugged some more, thought that maybe Nicole missed something. I wonder if Nicole had been seen leaving the basement, I also began to wonder if Ashley did see my go downstairs and noticed I never came back up.

As I struggled and moaned, I heard some noises grow upstairs. Seems the event had either started or they had grown louder. I had no real clue when they arrived, all I knew is that I've been tied up down here this whole time.

I thought about the thrill, the idea that these people were enjoying themselves and none had a clue that a young, busty, female was tied up head to toe, gagged to the brim, and left defenseless and vulnerable right beneath their feet.

I always enjoyed being a prisoner, bound and gagged right near a source of freedom. I liked when people were oblivious to my perils and muffled cries for help. I liked that feeling. Most of the time I am able to free myself. It was always a pain when id tie myself up and then someone would knock on my door when I was an RA when I lived in the college dorms.

Sometimes I wouldn’t let my bondage go to waste and I would ignore the knocks. They were usually students who were locked out of their rooms and were too lazy to go the lobby office to ask there. Sometimes id free myself and open my door, only for the person to have given up.

Though when I’m tied up by someone else, I’m really not given a choice. I couldn’t move a muscle against this pole. I could move my head a little, but the tight gag kinda locked my head in place a bit. Plus, the blindfold kept me from seeing anything so looking around was not an option.

My gag felt so tight. I love tight gags. I don’t like it when they are flimsy, easy to remove, or you can practically talk through them. I like being muffled and silenced. This gag was a staple for me, I always liked having my mouth stuffed with tape sealing it all in. Then the cloth added an extra layer of silence and keeps the tape in place.

I moaned through my tight gag, I was already a pretty quiet person, so I did have to worry about being loud or being heard. The vibrator was hard to ignore and it made me moaned more than I would have liked to. I’m usually quiet when gagged, I always thought there was no point in screaming or crying out through my gag when I was tied up.

I liked it and I was either doing it to myself or I was being tied up by someone I trusted. No point in calling out for help when I liked being that way in the first place. Nicole always asked why I liked being gagged if I don’t put much effort into calling for help, I mainly just like the feeling of helplessness it provides.

Time moved on, and I had given up on freeing myself. My chest felt heavy and I had made zero progress on escaping. My gag was still tight and the vibrator was now just torturing me at this point. I felt hot and tired.

I listened and heard the noise had gotten quiet. I wondered if Nicole forgot about me. The I heard the basement door open. I got quiet. I perked up and listened, but I stayed as quiet as possible, trying hard to ignore the vibrator against my lower body.

I heard the boxes slightly shift and my blindfold was removed. Nicole had me close my eyes and open them gradually so I could adjust to the light. She removed the vibrator and saw that it had won.

She removed the cloth OTN and OTM and kissed my tape-gagged mouth. She told me that I had been down here a little longer than an hour, nearly two to be exact. I had hardly cared, I barely noticed.

She began untying me and left me to remove my own gag while she worked on my lower body. After slowly removing the tape I spat out the sponge and gasped for air. Nicole told me to take it easy and that she’d carry me all the way upstairs. I was so tired I couldn’t even deny her.

We got the main floor and Ashley was cleaning up. She saw me and was surprised saying, “Stehpy, were you down there the whole time?!” I was half-asleep when she asked but still managed to answer saying, “not by choice but yes”.

Ashley clearly noticed the tape marks on my mouth and face and knew I had been tied up this whole time. Nicole assured her that I was okay with it and that her party was not to blame. Ashley looked curious, seems she forgot what it felt like to be tied up, she hadn’t done it for a long while.

Though, the basement was close to done, and I hadn’t seen the last of it.