I was finally home for the holidays. I like my home at college but it’s always nice to be with family, especially with the world and country the way it is these days.

I’ve been everyone’s bondage toy or slave back at the house. Everyone was just so used to just tying me up for whatever reason. Even Ashley would tie me lightly to a chair and tape gag me while she practiced her presentations.

That was fine and all. I didn’t mind being a living decoration, rope practice, or a quiet doll to talk to. I liked it and everyone got their uses.

While being home, my bondage sessions dropped a bit. At least the school semester was over and the stress of college was gone for a while.

I had been home for a while, and my parents had been out golfing nearly everyday. I decided to time it right and indulge in some good ol’ self-bondage.

Sense I hadn’t done it in a while, I had to practice and see if I could still get in and out without issue. I was so used to just having people tie me up that I had no need to tie myself up.

I had everything set, and I felt comfortable being able to pull it off. I saw my parents leave around 11 and decided to get started.

I didn’t really have much of an outfit planned, when it comes down to self-bondage I tend to go for the comfy over the cute. So this time around I decided to go with my yellow short sleeve tee shirt and some brown pantyhose.

I decided to start with the gag, I didn’t want to restrain myself and forget the gag, that’s like half the fun.

My hair has grown out a little than what I normally keep it at. It’s now a medium length and I’ve had the ends dyed a brighter brown than my natural brown.

My hair style aside, I had to put it up so I could get it out of the way. I got a pair of socks and rolled them up and began stuffing them into my mouth. I took a 4’ microfoam tape and began placing long strips over my mouth.

I wanted to keep my stuffing locked in place, so I placed a lot of strips making sure they went from check to cheek. I then wrapped the tape around my head and mouth.

I decided to add an OTM and an OTN cloth gag as well. I let my hair down and it flowed over nicely. I’m not a big fan of having my hair caught in my gags. It can ruin your hair for the day which is no fun.

I got some white rope and began tying my legs. I had learned from Rebecca how to tie knots and use rope more effectively. I tied my ankles, legs, and thighs tightly and got started on the hands and chest.

For my chest, I made a chest harness that was tight enough for me to slip into in order to pin my arms down and make it nice and tight.

Self bondage can be tricky because you want it to be tight but also escapable. I decided I couldn’t make effective rope cuffs, so I used so leather cuffs that had little padlocks to keep them locked.

I slipped into the chest harness and leather cuffs and admired my handiwork. I had locked the cuffs to a level that I could get in and out of with a decent amount of effort.

I was enjoying myself and admiring how good it turned out. I was pleased that my arms were pinned to my back and how tight it all felt.

Suddenly. I saw a familiar car pull out to the front of my house. I was confused and hopped over to peek outside. I looked down and saw that it was the cleaning ladies that come every other week. I panicked and looked at the calendar.

It was Wednesday, I was confused because they only came in Thursday’s. Upon looking a the calendar I saw that Christmas Eve was on Thursday, and then I knew I was in trouble.

I began to panic, where would I hide? Should I free myself and pretend nothing is wrong?

I decided to free myself and just stay out of their way. Poor timing but I knew I could tie myself whenever.

I needed the key for my wrists and realized it was on a shelf in my room. Problem was, it was out of reach sense my arms were pinned to my back by all the rope. I didn’t want to make noise because I didn’t want to cleaners to hear me.

I heard them enter the front door and decided my next best option was to hide and wait it out. I couldn’t hide in my own closet because in the past they have vacuumed in there. I needed someplace they wouldn’t check or be suspicious of.

I bunny hopped over to the adjacent guest room and hopped over to the closet. The doors had handles that only required a pull or push to open, so I pulled the doors open, hopped in, and pulled them to close them behind me.

I had to be slow and quiet, but they weren’t upstairs yet, so I knew I was in the clear. The closet wasn’t big but luckily it wasn’t small either. I knew then guest room was a good choice because no one ever stays and the cleaners breeze through it sense there isn’t much to clean.

I put my back against the wall and slowly slid down until I hit the floor. I sat there and got comfy. I had little sport shorts on as well and my phone slipped out next to me when I plopped onto the floor.

I couldn’t use it much sense by arms were tightly secured and pinned behind me, but having it was a little comforting. I sat and struggled in my bindings, trying to find a way out of my bondage, unfortunately, I had done such a good job that I was now stuck.

I need that key to free my wrists, after that and I could easily free myself with some time and effort. I must have locked the cuffs and set the key aside without realizing they would eventually be out of reach.

Now that I had been stashed away in a closet in my own home, I had to enjoy this nice temporary prison cell now used to keep a quiet little captive who got too carried away out of the picture for a while. I didn’t care too much, I just hadn’t planned to spend the next few hours trapped, bound and gagged.

It wasn’t like this was a totally new experience. Being tied up in a closet or being tied up while the cleaning people were in the house. This however, was just something I hadn't planned on.

I struggled some more, my legs were tight and I couldn’t find anyway to free myself. I could barely hear them cleaning the downstairs, so I decided to enjoy myself and try and scream and call our through my gag.

I knew they wouldn’t hear me. I was heavily gagged, tucked away in a closet, in a room in the corner of the house. My little prison cell wasn’t very dark either, so I could at least see myself struggling in the dark.

I leaned against the wall, trying to get comfortable considering my tight restraints. I’m used to being tied up for long periods of time, but normally I can struggle, watch TV, or “chat” while doing it. I was forced to stay put and stay quiet this time around.

Time past, and one of the cleaners had started with the hallway bathroom. The bathroom was parallel to the guest room, especially the side where the closet was. I immediately sat up and stayed quiet.

I couldn’t tell if she’d be able to hear me, I decided to listen in and wait for key moments to call out fo help, usually when she had sinks running to drown out my cries for help.

I had some fun trying to moan, groan, and call out through my thick gag, but I had shut myself up to the point where I could barely hear myself. It doesn’t take much to keep me quiet, and this gag and closet were doing just the right amount.

In any normally kidnap or captive situation, I would’ve opened the doors and started crawling or hopping around crying out for help. I’d kick the walls and hope someone would rescue me.

I was doing the exact opposite, being a quiet and being good little captive in my temporary prison cell. As I sat and listened to a cleaner do their job inches away from a helpless and gagged girl, I wondered what would happen if they found me.

Would they open the door and even see me? Like would they be so caught up in cleaning that they’d open up the door and not even look down to see a tied up girl?

Would they open the door and see my and immediately untie me? Would they know I tied myself up? Would they think I was being held hostage or put here by some burglar?

What if they opened the door, saw me, and tied me up more? Maybe even kidnapped me? I wouldn’t be able to stop them, they would have all the work done already.

What if they opened the door, saw me, and just pretended to not see me as they closed the doors again? I had so many questions but truth be told I didn’t want to find out.

I continued to listen as they cleaned just inches away from me. Then the lights flicked on in the guest room. I got silent quickly. I scooted my butt over to look through the crack in the door frame and saw the other cleaner was wiping the blinds.

She moved around the room, checking to see if anything needed to be cleaned or tidied. Since the room was rarely used, I knew they wouldn’t be in here long.

I continued to spy, the second cleaner came in with a vacuum and turned it on. I decided to have one more big cry for help through my big gag.

I cried out and struggled, but the vacuum covered it all. They turned off the lights and I laid on the floor catching my breath. The OTN was meant to keep me quiet but also force me to control my breathing.

I sat up with some effort, and waited again. Some more time past and I could now hear them leave. I decided to enact my escape and bust free from my prison.

Right before this though, one of the cleaners came back upstairs. She was talking to the other cleaner, as if she must have left something up here. I froze, and to make things worse, my phone rang. Luckily it was on silent, but seeing my mom call me while completely helpless was not great. Not only could I not answer the phone physically, I couldn't verbally, considering my gagged mouth. I was too worried about the cleaner to be concerned.

The cleaner entered the guest room again and turned on the lights. I was frozen with fear. I could see her shadow move across the room. Suddenly she left and the lights were off again. She must have found what she was looking for. This time for sure they left the house.

Now that I was alone, I kicked the closet doors open and crawled out. I pushed up against the bed and was able to sit up and eventually stand. I bunny hopped back to my room and looked for the key.

It was still on the shelf. I lightly tapped the shelf with my head until the key had fallen and hit the floor. I got back in the floor, picked it up, and began working it into the padlocks.

It took some time and many key-dropping attempts but I finally heard the click and my wrists were set free. From there, I began getting out from the ropes and untying myself.

I put my hair up again and removed my layers of gags. The socks stuffed into my mouth were drenched with salvia, and my jaw was in some small pain.

Normally my gags get traded out or removed often, but I was stuck with that gag for three whole hours. I had rope marks on my arms and decided to shower. It was already 3pm now and I was exhausted.

I couldn’t believe that all just happened, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.