This one day during my freshmen year of highschool my friend group went to my one friend's house over a weekend to mess around in the basement, playing video games, hitting each other with pillows, that kind of thing. 'Boys will be boys' was the definition of it. My friend's parents were out of town that weekend and they had said we could use their place to horse around if we wanted. Of course we wanted too, he was the loaded one of the friend group. Had the full theater in his basement, surround sound, a ton of cool things to mess around with, we truly had the time of our life.

    At some point about halfway through the day I had to use the bathroom and since one of the gang was hogging the downstairs one, I went up to the main floor and used the one up there. As I went to go into the bathroom, I noticed that the light was on underneath my friend's older sisters door. I thought we had the house to ourselves, she was supposed to be at the mall with friends or shopping or something like that. I just know she wasn't supposed to be there. I walked up to her room and carefully turned the knob, peeking in. Apparently she hadn't realized we would be in the house either since she was doing some pretty funky stuff.

    For the ease of telling this story, I'm going to name her Angela. She was a senior at my school, volleyball team captain, prom queen, etc. She was hot, all the stuff was there for your stereotypical hot chick in highschool. Long blonde hair, blemishless skin, all the stops were pulled when her genes were mixed. Our friend group would mess with her brother, talking about how hot she was around him to make him uncomfortable, "It must suck to have her as a sister, never get the chance to bang her", that kind of thing. Of course, she was way out of our league. The only reason she knew our names was because we were friends with her brother and hung out at their house a lot.

    Anyways, when I peeked into her room, I was shocked to see what she was doing. She was laying on her bed in a matching pair of white panties and bra. She had tied herself up with a bunch of leather and metal cuffs in a tight hogtie. She had belted her bare legs together at the knees, calves and ankles, securing the buckles with small padlocks. Her bare feet had a small string around her big toes, securing them together. She had belted her elbows together around her chest, with a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. They were connected to her ankles by a short chain, pulling her ankles tightly to her hands. Clearly, Angela had had plans for the weekend that her parents were away as well.

    Over her head she wore a full harness gag and blindfold. A large red ball was pulled tightly in her mouth with leather straps wrapping about her head, securing it in place. She had placed strips of tape over her eyes underneath the blindfold, clearly she wanted to be REALLY blind. She also wore a pair of headphones over her head, she was going for the full sensory deprivation experience.

    I spotted the key for the handcuffs lying on the bed near her. I crept into the room and snatched it up without hesitating, the thought barely crossed my mind before I grabbed it. I stood in the doorway for a few minutes, watching her struggle about on the bed, enjoying her bondage. Having the number one girl in the school restrained and gagged in front of me was something I could only dream about. I slid my phone out of my pocket and took a couple pictures of her, then a short video. I wanted some good content for future moments in my room.

    After a minute or two of recording her, me turned on like crazy, I went back downstairs to the group. We played games and goofed around for a couple more hours, the key still in my pocket. I was pretty much able to forget about Angela upstairs, stuck in her bondage. I thought she should enjoy her restraints for a while, so I didn't go back up until the gang left. By then it was dark and Angela had been tied up for probably three or four hours. I crept back upstairs and slowly opened her door. Angela was laying on the floor next to her bed, scrabbling about with her hands, her entire body still restrained just as it was before. I took a few more pictures of her, her hair now disheveled and one side of her bra slid down, then stashed the key on the floor near her side.

    I had had her tied up for four or five hours like that. I never told anybody about that experience, but I treasured those recordings for years. I had some of my finest moments watching those on repeat, watching her struggle about on the floor. I had so much dirt on her, I could’ve done anything to her with those in my arsenal. Instead, I chose to keep them to myself, let her believe that it was a private incident of messed up self-bondage.

    Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. A recent story I made was a personal experience but this one is not. I kinda wish I had found Angela tied up like that though lmao.

    Also, I wrote this in a different way than I normally do, tried to be more casual and firsthand, hope you like!