I'd promise myself that I'd stop tying myself up when people were around. It was one of my core rules in self-bondage: time and place. I had become addicted to the feeling of being helplessly bound and gagged while the cleaners were in the home so much that it become addicting.

It was all I could think about. There was no higher thrill than knowing how helpless I was while being so close yet completely hidden away. I still have time before my spring semester starts, so I am still at home, and can still enjoy at least one more session before I go back to college.

I had Nicole over to hang out and told her about the experience. I had told her that I had done things similar to varied in the past, but for some reason that particular experience was the best of the bunch. I think the thrill came from it being impromptu and me being relatively stuck in that situation due to my cuffs being locked.

Nicole knows that I love being tied up and was surprised to hear I had started doing self-bondage again. I wouldn't say my bondage fetish has become an addiction, more like a norm. To be honest, it’s not like I'm tied up every day. It just happens far more often than it used to. Sometimes it’s not even my choice to be bound, so I have somewhat of an excuse.

We didn't have any bondage planned, we really just wanted to hang out and be in each other’s company and whatnot. But our discussion and talking was slowly becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy as I get a text from my mom.

M [Hey, cleaners are coming today.]

S [Okay, me and Nicole will get out of their way.]

"Speak of the Devil" I said while reading the text from my mom. "The cleaning people will be here soon, totally forgot today is Thursday."

"When do they usually come?" said Nicole while still laying on my bed with me. I told her that they usually come every other Thursday. And that I had forgotten that today was the day. "What do we do? What do you normally do when they are here?" said Nicole while beginning to sit up.

"Well, if I'm not in any mood, I normally just move around the house and avoid getting in their way. They normally do one floor at a time so I just hang around whatever floor they aren't on." I said while standing up and beginning to stretch.

"And if you are in a mood?" I paused and kind of gave Nicole a stare that would say 'I just told you what I do'. Nicole figured it out and laughed. "I don't mind giving you a more fulfilling experience this time around."

I was curious and asked if Nicole was willing to tie me up and hide me away when they arrived at the house. Nicole said that she would move around the hose and avoid them, while I got one last experience that would be the most memorable. I guess it was her way of giving me one last high before I had to eventually go back to college with her and the other girls.

I wasn't about to pass up on that and agreed. I showed Nicole the bondage stuff I had on hand in my room and asked how she was going to go about restraining me. Nicole shuffled through the supplies and eventually picked up a never before used roll of 3'' black electrical tape.

"Is this electric tape" I perked up and saw it in her hand saying, "Yeah, it’s a lot stronger the thicker and bigger it is, those tiny electric tapes can be stretchy but I read that this length makes it impossible to wriggle."

I should probably have not gone into so much detail, as Nicole set it aside in a pile that I knew was what she was planning to use. After she found what she wanted, she forced me to dress up, to make it even more enticing. I agreed and open my closet up.

I have a row in the far back of my closet that is dedicated to cosplay and what not. I have grown the wardrobe since the last time I wrote about it, and told Nicole to pick whatever she liked, but to make sure that the restraints she chose would damage the outfit.

Nicole ended up picking a LittleforBig™ navy blue schoolgirl uniform. She told me to put that on as well as some plain white ankle socks. I undressed down to my underwear. I wasn't wearing anything lewd or exciting, just some pink panties and a black sports bra. "Think my boobs got bigger... my back hurts like hell" I said while shifting my bra.

This must have made Nicole jealous, because she snapped at me to put on my outfit and stop complaining. I put on the top, then the skirt, and finally slid on the socks. The outfit is basically a generic anime schoolgirl sailor outfit. Nicole looked me over and had me put my hair in a ponytail. It was long enough to wear I was able to wear one and it actually look good, even if was a smaller ponytail than most.

She instructed me to stand up straight and stand still. I obeyed and prepped myself for my incoming restraints. Nicole started my having me put my hands behind my back and then wrapped the black tape around it. It became immediately tight by just one wrap around so I knew I was in for a treat.

She created a tape harness, placing tape over and under my boobs, and then one around my chest that connected to my wrists, forcing them to be pinned to my back. My arms were tightly bound and forced down. I was pinned, unable to even move them side to side while they were wrapped in the tape.

Nicole then went to my legs and feet. She began wrapping the tape around my ankles, feet, legs, and things. The tape didn't feel like anything on my arms, but the tight felt so tight as it squeezed my thighs. I'm rather petite, but my tights and boobs seem to have forgotten the memo, as they are much bigger and t h I c k e r than the rest of my body.

The tape didn't complement the white and blue cosplay outfit, but luckily it was so tight and restrictive that I didn't really pay much attention. I could barely stand up straight as Nicole had even tied my feet together, make it impossible to find a stable center of balance. She held me close and lowered me to sit on a chair in my room.

Nicole and I were home alone, and Nicole had made her way to the window to look out and see if they were there. Sense I hadn't been gagged yet; I described the two cars they usually pull up in. Nicole said she hadn't noticed either so we had at least a little more time.

Nicole moved back to me and ordered me to open my mouth. I protested saying that I didn't want to be gagged yet sense they weren't here, but Nicole wasn't having it and held my nose closed. It is a very mean and effective strategy to get an uncooperative sub to open their big mouth, and like clockwork, it worked on me instantly.

She stuffed the purple socks I had been wearing prior into my mouth. She rolled them up into big wad and jammed them into my mouth. With my cheeks bulging, she took our favorite white microfoam tape and began placing several strips tightly and firmly across my mouth.

She made sure the tape went cheek to cheek, even going under my chin to force my jaw to close even more. With my hair in a ponytail, Nicole was able to wrap the tape around my head and mouth without much difficulty. Nicole had wrapped it so much that there was hardly a need to add more tape or any additional pieces to the gag.

Nicole asked me to call out for help through my gag, and I was barely able to make a sound. Like I said before, it doesn't take much to keep me quiet. I am pretty soft spoken so with my mouth stuffed and lips sealed, it’s hard for me to make much noise.

Nicole picked me up in a princess carry and carried me over to the adjacent guest room. She opened the doors and looped me down on the floor. She asked me if this was where she was supposed to put me and I nodded my head 'yes' to her. She then got a pillow and positioned it so I could sit in the corner and not be uncomfy while being imprisoned.

I thought that was going to be it, nice and easy. Simple bondage with a premise I was used to. But Nicole had a couple of things in store. She brought back a small role of black electric tape and a vibrator. My eyes widened and I began to protest and squirm. I knew what she was plotting but it was too late. Nowhere to run.

She secured and taped the vibrator in-between my thighs and turned it on. She then notified me that the cleaners had pulled up and would be in the house any second. She then told me that she didn't want me escaping and planned to tape the handles on the doors together to lock me in the closet.

I protested and tried to struggle, but eventually accepted my fate. Nicole was generous and didn't set the vibrator on a setting too high, but still enough to get me to squeal. Nicole wanted me to be quiet, as she didn't want me to be discovered. Nicole was now making it a challenge. She closed the doors and began taping the handles together.

These closest doors open outward, so she really was making it inescapable. She must have picked the black tape in order to have it match with handles and not look out of place. I was hoping they wouldn't notice and just clean like they always do.

I decided to scoot around on my butt and try and un-lodge the vibrator as soon as possible. I knew that if I got it loose, I would be nice and quiet with no difficulty. I struggled and squirmed as much as possible, but the tape was so strict and tight that I could barely make any progress.

There was barely any light coming through the gaps in the doors, so I could barely see what I was doing, but at least it wasn't pitch black. I heard the cleaner’s downstairs and wondered where Nicole was by now. I decided to try opening to door, wondering if Nicole was bluffing and surely enough, the doors were not budging.

I was now a quiet little captive, nowhere to go, and no way of getting free. Nicole must have not wanted me to break out and try and free myself, so now I was forced to sit in this closet and behave.

Of course, I knew I could call for help and kick the doors and walls, but Nicole knew I’d never do that. She knew I'd be submissive. I continued on the vibrator, I wanted to spend all my energy on that before the cleaners made their way upstairs.

The tape kept it in place, and it was starting to have an effect on me. I decided to sit still and scoot back into the corner. I was glad it didn't have a crotch rope or hogtie. I would be complexity immobile and helpless if that were the case. I had some mobility but it was incredibly strict.

I was trying to focus on listening and ignore the vibrator. I started to notice how hot my body felt, I could feel my legs getting wet with sweat. I though the tape would lessen from the sweat, but it didn't budge.

My gag felt tighter and tighter, like I could barely move it without it feeling like it was hugging my checks and sealing my mouth for good. I tried to call out for help, but I could barely hear myself. I must have exhausted myself from all of the struggling. I was glad I didn't have an OTN gag, those keep me very submissive sense it forced to me to control my breathing.

I struggled some more and the vibrator shockingly came loose. I squirmed and moved my legs around and with some effort it slid out from my crotch. I began using my tightly bound feet to sock covered toes to attempt to turn it off.

I managed to shut it off and leaned back in the corner, complete exhausted. I was glad to get it off me before it could fully take effect. Nicole must have underestimated how tight my tape bindings were, because it was hard for her to get it wedge in my crotch considering how tightly my legs and things were pressed together.

I was smug knowing that Nicole's trick didn't work. I closed my eyes and tried to rest and wait for the real excitement. I honestly felt like I could fall asleep like that. I normally don't sleep while bound, but I was so tired and shockingly comfy that I could easily have taken a nap.

The sweat and tightness kept me from fully falling asleep though, it was so hot in the small little closet that I couldn't relax. My restraints were still extremely tight and I had no chance of freeing myself. The nearest pair of scissors were in my room, and the doors to this closet were taped shut, so I was pretty much forcefully secured.

One of the cleaners had made their way upstairs and again, went for the parallel bathroom that shared a wall with the closet. I could hear here open and close the glass shower door and turn on the sinks and whatnot.

Of course, I tried to call out for help again but made no progress. Calling out to help with so much noise and her not being really close was not going to work. I scooted my way over to the center of the closet so I could spy again. I at least wanted to see what they were doing, better than sitting around like this.

I took some time, especially sense I wanted to be quiet and not bumped into anything and make noise, but I had scooted over to the center and adjusted my legs and body to get comfy. I looked up and could barely see the tape keeping me locked in here. It was kind of hot knowing that I was now deliberately being held captive in this closet.

The second cleaner came and turned on the lights, I had a much cleaner view of the inside of the closet as well as the room itself. Nicole had completely messed up the bed as if someone had used it. She was purposefully trying to make them stay in the room with me for longer.

It was both very annoying but very thrilling. The cleaner came over to the side of the bed closer to the closet to make the bed. She was inches away from me. Her back turned, oblivious to the girl being held against her will, bound and gagged, in a dark and locked closet.

I knew if I called for help then and there, there was a good chance she'd hear me. But I was so struck with adrenaline and euphoria that I was dead silent. I watched as she made the bed, still complete unaware she was being watched. I wasn't trying to be creepy; I just wanted the thrill of seeing her work like everything was normal.

The first cleaner came in and they chatted. She brought in a vacuum cleaner while they talked and turned it on. I called out for help again but the vacuum had completely drowned out my moans and cries for help. My thick gag was keeping me nice and silent.

She vacuumed right next to the closet door and my cries grew even quieter. She then turned off the lights and left the room. It seems like the guest room and my room next door were the last rooms they did, because I heard the front door open 10 minutes or so after they had left.

Once again they had no clue a young girl was bound and gagged, covered in sweat while locked in the closet all alone. I laid on the floor of the closet in defeat and bliss. I struggled some more and thought about banging my feet on the doors. The doors still barely budged. and I decided to lay and snuggle some more, might as well.

Eventually, Nicole cut the tape to find a sweaty, exhausted, Stephanie still tightly bound and gagged half-asleep on the floor. She groaned with disappointment that the vibrator was off of me, but still laughed that I had struggled and moved around as much.

She took of my gag and gave me some water to drink. I thanked her and scolded her for forcing the cleaners to do more work than they needed to. She apologized and picked me up, still bound. She carried me into the bathroom and closed the behind her.

"I think you need a shower after all of that..."