We gathered around the TV in the living room on Saturday, discussing how bad the incoming winter storm was going to be. We already had predictions that our college classes would cancel, or at least be online.

Ashely and Rebecca feared the worst, both guessing that power and water would run out. Me and Nicole were a little more calm, but still concerned for the bigger picture. We all went to our rooms, expecting to wake up in a winter wonderland.

Sunday morning arrived and the snow did too. We enjoyed our snow day, and all eagerly waited to hear from our school. Around the late afternoon, our college announced that the week was pretty much cancelled. Kind of hard to do even online classes when peoples power is going in and out.

With the announcement out, Ashley decided to go home for the week, she had a family birthday that she would have missed if classes weren't cancelled, and the weather gave her the perfect excuse.

Our internet went out all Monday long. Me and Nicole were able to entertain ourselves with offline games, movies, and board games, but Rebecca was losing it. She decided to go home early Tuesday morning before the Wednesday storm hit. Unlucky for her however, the internet did come back Tuesday by noon.

Nicole had to leave unexpectedly by Tuesday evening, when she got a call from her family, saying they didn't feel safe with her being at college during the storm, plus, they needed her to help babysit a family, who couldn't get back into the state due to the weather.

She reluctantly agreed, and by Wednesday morning, I was alone.

I didn't mind nor care about the weather. I was raised in Colorado, so I was used to it. Luckily our home never lost internet again and we never lost power the whole week. The house did end up losing water from Friday-Saturday, but it wasn't the end of the world.

Wednesday night, I was bored and decided that I would 'entertain' myself with some self-bondage. I usually turn to bondage for stress-relief, time-killing, or if I'm in a mood. I thought I would at least enjoy the privacy, maybe even tie myself up around the house and see what it was like.

Ashley implemented a rule in the house where bondage can only be performed in bedrooms or the basement. It was a way to keep some level of formalness around the house and allow for guests in the house without worry of something bondage related happening in broad daylight.

None of us had a problem with it, we rarely we bound anywhere in the house other than those two places. With the house to myself, I considered breaking that rule for a bit.

The house was nice and warm, so I actually stopped down from what I was wearing. All I was wearing when I started to get my bondage equipment out was a black sports bra, black panties, and black thigh high stockings.

I got some black electrical tape, white microfoam tape, black sports tape, my black leather arm binder, two black leather cuffs, and some black nylon rope. I don't know why black the sponsored color of this bondage session was, but I have a weird thing for matching. I laid them all on my bed in my room and decided to get started.

My hair was still at a medium length, not the usual bob-cut length I have it at, so I tend it into a messy ponytail to make putting my gag on easier. I started by attaching the leather cuffs to my ankles and attaching them with a 4'' chain.

I tied my upper knees and thighs with the black rope and added a crotch rope. I put my arm-binder on my shoulders, while tying rope above and below my breasts. I made sure the rope harness was tight and overlapped the arm-binder, so that it would be tight and pinned to my back.

I attached a small rope to my crotch rope and looped it on the D-ring of my arm binder, forcing the lower half to also be pinned down. I made sure the ropes were tight, but not too tight to a point where I couldn't slide my arms into the arm-binder.

Before I slid my arms in, I remembered I almost forgot my favorite part of self-bondage. The gag! I took a pair of clean socks, rolled them up, and shoved them into my mouth. I made sure to cram them in there, making sure they muffled me.

I took several big strips of my 4' white microfoam tape and places the stripes over my mouth and lips. I made the strips go cheek to cheek, pressing them firmly against my face, making sure they were tight and secure. I then took the black sports tape and began wrapping the tape around my mouth multiple times. I probably used half the roll.

I tested my gag, and it did the trick, no more noisy mouth. I began slowly and carefully sliding my arms into the arm-binder. There was a fair bit of resistance and effort needed to get them in, but with some time, I got them in. It felt really nice and snug.

With my super tight bondage all set, I decided to do a test struggle and see if I was missing anything. I struggled and squirmed on my bed and couldn't feel any slack. I was satisfied and decided to sit back up on the edge of my bed.

I stood up slowly, making sure not to lose my balance, and tried to wake around my room. The small 4-inch chain connecting the black cuffs around my ankles allowed me to move around, but not wise ease. The rope on my upper legs also didn't help, forcing me to walk on my toes to gain some sort of direction or distance.

Once I got a feel for it, I walked to my door and made a pitiful attempt to open my bedroom door. It was a handle and unlocked, so I was able to maneuver by body and arm-binder to open the door. I exited my room and walked silently down the hall.

The stairs were tricky. I decided to be extra-safe and go down on my butt. Going one step at a time. I slowly descended, reaching the bottom with some effort. I was already sweating, and I was happy that the sweat wasn't loosening anything.

Once I was at the bottom, I stood back up, and took in the silence of the house. It was quiet, both inside and outside. The house was dimly lit, with a lamp on in the living room, and some vanity lights on in the kitchen. Our porch light as on, but the house was relatively dark.

I walked around the house, struggling and moaning through my gag occasionally, I imagined myself as a captive that some burglars had tied up during a house robbery. I knew I was home alone and there was no way to easily free myself.

Normally in a scenario like this, I would have my hands and fingers exposed, so that I could use them to hold scissors. The arm-binder made it impossible to grab or use anything (that’s probably a main feature I'm sure).

I walked over to the barely lit living room and the window near our front door. The snow was falling quietly and slowly and no cars nor people were in sight. Suddenly, I saw movement near the house across the stress as their front door opened.

It looked like a man and a women. The man was going out for a cigarette, and the women must have come out just for conversation. I watched them and realized how naughty my situation was.

Here I was yet-again, bound and gagged by my own valuation, helpless and alone, with people nearby completely unaware of my distress. It was a thrilling feeling, not as good as being in the closet while the cleaners are home, but a nice feeling, nonetheless.

I toyed around for a while, calling out through my gag, hoping our neighbors would save me. I knew for sure that they couldn't see me in the dark and wouldn't hear me indoors with such a thick gag.

I gave up on calling for help and sat down on the living room couch. I sat in silence, shaking my arms in a weak attempt to break free. You really become more aware of your surroundings when bound and gagged. Maybe it’s a survival instinct.

I decided to walk around again, enjoying my bondage and embarrassment. I thought about going into the basement, but it can be cold down there, and I wasn't wearing a lot of clothes. I also had a feeling that I wouldn't get the door open.

I sat down on the couch again to review my bondage. The ropes had dug into my skin, squeezing my thighs and providing no wiggle room. I kicked my feet in different directions, only for the chain connected them to limit my movement.

The ropes securing my arm-binder also felt tight. My chest felt heavy as the rope weaved around my bare skin. The crotch rope didn't allow me much movement with my hands and lower half of the arm-binder, while it also did its job at constantly kept me moaning.

The house was warm, and my body felt hot. I could feel my cheeks and face were the hottest, with the gag jammed into my mouth, forcing my breathing to be heavy. I wondered what would happen if someone found me like this.

Would they tie my legs up and kidnap me? The work was already done and I was just about set for transport. Would a burglar come in and just toss me in my room or a closet. Would one of the girls come home and untie me? play with me?

I knew none of those would happen, but it was still something to think about. I often think a lot when bound and gagged. I normally talk to myself bondage or no bondage. It’s just something I do to stay focused. When I'm gagged, I have learned that gag talk barely works, and isn't necessary when alone.

So, for the most part, I only moan for pleasure, and stay quiet for the majority of my session. Nicole always asks why I loved being gagged, when I stay quiet anyway. I think it’s about the helplessness. That feeling is something I crave, regardless if I don't really act on it.

After some time struggling and thinking, I decided that I had my fun, and wanted to shower. I had heard that water was running out in several places and wanted at least one last shower before I would have to wait in case mine went out.

I of course, needed my hands to get started untying myself and began to pull my arms and slide them out of the arm-binder. Problem was, the rope on the D-ring and the rope harness I made were not making it easy.

It felt like I was legit stuck, and I was worried I had trapped myself. If I tried to pull on my arm-binder, it would tighten the crotch rope, which as good as it felt, wasn't what I was looking for.

Luckily the sweat hadn't loosed my restraints, but it did lessen my arms, they were probably the sweatiest. I pulled and pulled and finally got my arms out. I imminently took out my gag and took a big breath of fresh air. From there, getting free was a cinch.

A little while later as I was putting things away after my shower, I decided I wasn't complete satisfied yet.

I decided to put on just a pair of red panties and leave my boobs out/exposed. I don't really have a set sleeping attire, it depends on the temperature or situation for the most part.

I took four leather cuffs (these one have a soft fur on the inside) and attached them to my wrists and ankles. The chains connecting them were around 5-6 inches. Giving some room for movement. I then took several pieces of microfoam tape and pressed them against my lips.

(I recommend no mouth stuffing for sleep bondage, if you have enough tape, it'll stay on all night and you'll be able to breathe/sleep fine.)

I turned off the lights and opened the blinds to my window so I could watch the snow fall freely under the streetlights, while my freedom was once again 'freely' restricted.