We quickly established a “bondage log” to keep track of everyone’s schedules and plans, where each person wrote down what day they would choose, who they would tie up, and how many hours they would be using. Some of us even added other details like how we tied them, what outfits we chose, and what materials we used. I also had the benefit of living in the house where all of this took place, so I was able to eavesdrop on most of everyone’s conversations. The following accounts all took place throughout the first week since this arrangement had been established on Christmas.

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Monday:

This was our last week of winter break, so we wanted to make the most of it. Michael was the first to take initiative, and he came over on Monday in the late afternoon. Kate greeted him knowingly, sitting with him in the living room as they prepared to discuss the plan for the day.

“Well, Michael, I see you’re the first one to try out our new system. What did you have in mind?” She seemed curious about what he would do with this opportunity and the freedom that came with it, watching him intently as he thought for a moment about his decisions.

“For starters, let’s have you go put on a nice outfit. I’m thinking a white buttoned blouse, a black skirt, preferably short, and black tights, no shoes.” She raised an eyebrow at him as he confidently instructed her, before a seemingly impressed smirk barely crept onto her lips.

“Alright. I’ll be right back.” She simply stood and walked away, leaving Michael there to contemplate and wonder just how much she would play along for all of this. Several minutes later, Kate entered the room once again, now adorned in Michael’s requested attire.

She wore a crisp white buttoned blouse that was tucked into a black skirt that barely went down to her mid-thighs, as well as a pair of semi-opaque black tights on her toned legs. By this point, Michael had grabbed the “bondage bag” that we now publicly kept in the living room for open use.

“Well? Is this about what you were thinking?” He unsubtly looked her up and down, inspecting her attire with clear satisfaction.

“Perfect. Now let’s go to your office.” He slung his backpack over his shoulder and began walking with her to her office space down the hall. “Please have a seat.” She smirked at his direct instructions, gracefully sitting down in her office chair and crossing one leg over the other, clearly in a playful mood.

“Yes, sir.” Michael’s eyes swiftly took in the alluring view before he set the bag of supplies down on Kate’s desk, neatly laying out several ropes on the desk. “Now, Kate, truthfully I have quite a bit of homework that I need to get done today. So you might not have my undivided attention, but it can’t hurt to have a pretty distraction in the room while I work.” Kate rolled her eyes and softly chuckled at his words,

“What a gentlemanly way to put it.” Her sarcasm was quickly replaced by a mixture of uncertainty, amusement, and challenge by his next instructions.

“But first,” he held up a coil of rope as he spoke, “I want you to ask for this.” Her only response was a raise of an eyebrow as she met his gaze intently before finally speaking clearly and confidently.

“Michael, I want you to tie me up.” Michael subtly smirked, reveling in her words, but he decided to push his luck a bit more.

“Be a bit more specific. We’ve got plenty of ropes; I’d hate to rush you.” Her expression turned a bit more exasperated, and the tiniest blush crept onto her cheeks.

“Alright then, would you please start by tying my wrists together behind my back?” Michael nodded with satisfaction,

“Gladly.” He then took a coil of rope and approached her as Kate spun her chair around to face away from him, placing her wrists together over the back of the chair. Michael proceeded to loop the rope around her slender wrists, wrapping it around several times before cinching it between her hands, knotting it snugly, and tucking the knot out of reach. As he went to grab another rope, Kate shifted her wrists and tested the tight rope.

“Next, you can bind my elbows together. Better make it tight.” She quickly caught on to what he wanted to hear from her and decided to play it up a bit. Michael then returned and swiftly drew her elbows together with a rope until they touched, wrapping, cinching, and knotting it as tight as possible.

Kate then spun her chair around to face Michael, extending her feet out towards him, “How about my ankles next?” He nodded and knelt in front of her, taking her feet and placing them together on his knee before binding them snugly together with another rope.

“Could you tie my legs together below my knees now?” She exaggerated her voice a little bit, earning a chuckle out of Michael as he happily complied and began fulfilling her request.

“And now my thighs above my knees?” Kate continued, smirking to herself as Michael clearly enjoyed himself and gladly bound her nylon thighs together. She giggled for a swift moment as his hands slid between her tights-clad thighs to cinch the rope between her limbs. She impulsively rubbed her thighs together for a brief second, earning a raised eyebrow from Michael as he tightly knotted the rope.

Kate shrugged innocently and looked up at him knowingly as he approached her with a long coil of rope. “Well, why don’t you take that long rope and tie it all around my chest nice and tight? To make sure I’m not going anywhere, of course.” She was laying it on thick now, grinning playfully as Michael blushed before he looped the rope tightly around her torso just below her chest. He then wrapped the rope around her torso above her breasts and spent the next couple of minutes forming a snug yoke chest harness around her bust.

“You know, none of you boys have ever been very subtle about that tie.” Michael just shrugged and played innocent as she rolled her eyes in knowing amusement. “Oh really? I wonder why teenage boys would be framing my breasts with tight  ropes."

“Like you said,” Michael joked, “to make sure you aren’t going anywhere, of course.”

“Of course.” Kate simply added, smiling to herself. “Now, finish this job and tie me down to this chair to make sure I’m really not going anywhere.” He eagerly agreed and bound her to her seat at her thighs, waist, and upper body, fully satisfied with his ropework.

“Well done, sir. But your first hour is almost up. So you better gag me now and get started on your work.” Michael nodded and brought the bag of equipment over, setting it in her lap for her to see.

“Any preference?’ “Hmm, how about you start by getting a pair of my tights, and then we can decide from there? Bottom right drawer of my wardrobe.” Michael immediately headed upstairs and went straight to Kate’s bedroom, opening up the drawer that Kate had mentioned. He selected a pair of opaque white tights and quickly made his way back downstairs.

“Great choice. Now, stuff those tights into my mouth, tie one of those scarves tightly between my teeth, and tie another one over that for good measure.” Michael grinned, greatly enjoying her performance of demanding her bondage.

“Yes, Ma’am. Open up.” Kate softly giggled and opened her mouth wide as he carefully packed the tights into her mouth, before grabbing a scarf and tightly pulling it between her teeth, knotting it behind her head under her hair.

He then took a seat at her desk and rolled the seat that Kate sat in up next to him, pulling his notebook and textbooks out of his backpack. Kate watched with surprised curiosity as he opened up his books and began silently reading and filling in a worksheet.

"Rhhhlly? Mmmphhh ackshllhh dhhng hmmphwrrk?"

Michael smirked and continued to read. “What? Are you disappointed I’m not just going to play with you?”

Kate rolled her eyes and stifled a giggle as he teased her, lightly squirming against her bonds. Still looking down at his books, Michael extended his hand out beside him towards Kate. She raised an eyebrow at his gesture, but having little option for movement, she stretched her legs out and placed her bound ankles in his hand. Michael grinned to himself as he tightened his grip and pulled Kate’s chair close beside him, placing her bound feet in his lap. His right hand returned to his pen and paper as he continued his assignment, but his left hand gently glided along Kate’s bound, nylon-clad feet and ankles. The helpless woman closed her eyes and leaned her head back against her chair’s headrest, softly wiggling her feet back and forth in his lap.

This continued for several minutes before Michael paused his writing, seemingly pondering his next answer. As he thought, he held her ankles down and ran his other hand along the soles of her feet, causing her to squirm and giggle into her gag as he tickled her. She continued to struggle and strain against her bonds as he mercilessly raked his fingers along her feet, causing her skirt to ride up a bit in the process.

“Ah, I got it.” Michael announced to no one in particular as he ceased his torment and returned his hand to his pen, his other hand now softly rubbing a bit higher up her leg. He finished writing and closed up his textbook, and having finished his assignment, he turned his full attention to Kate. Michael pulled out his phone and began taking several pictures and videos as he continued to caress her tights-clad legs. Looking down at his phone again, he checked the time to see how much of his time he had used by now.

“Well, there’s another twenty minutes until this hour is up, so I may as well just keep you like this until then and keep the numbers even.” Kate shrugged as much as her bonds allowed,

“Thhh mmkks snnhs, mm nnhht gmmng hhnneeewhr." She seemed to be resigned to her helplessness, stretching her fingers and softly rubbing her legs together. Michael watched her expression, the room silent except for the light swishing of Kate’s tights brushing against each other. He then stood up from his seat, letting her ankles drop down, before he walked right up to her and looked intently into her eyes.

“Are you enjoying this?”

She met his gaze as the tiniest of blushes crept onto her cheeks, “Yhhss.”

Michael genuinely smiled, seeing her openly admitting her pleasure.

“Good. Then you’ll enjoy this too.” He then greatly pushed his luck, and in one swift motion, he undid the next two buttons of her blouse, revealing a hint of the lacy black bra that elegantly accentuated her cleavage. Kate immediately raised an eyebrow, looking sharply into Michael’s eyes, seemingly sizing up his bold decision.

After a long moment of silence, Kate seemed to accept his choice, as if she had any say over his actions. She continued to struggle, looking down at her own chest and up at Michael, chuckling to herself at Michael's obvious reaction to her greatly accentuated bust. He went one step further and cautiously held up his phone to take another picture, waiting for Kate to give any sort of reaction. Kate rolled her eyes, sighing into her gag as she gave a tiny nod and closed her eyes. Michael proceeded to take the best photo of his life, showcasing the helplessly bound and gagged woman tied up before him, truly a sight to behold.

After savoring that image for a moment, the hour was up, and Michael made the begrudging decision to begin untying her. He started by removing the tightly bound ropes from her ankles, knees, and thighs, freeing her from the chair as well. The only action that she took with her newfound freedom was to cross one leg over the other and spin her chair around to face away from Michael, prompting him to untie the scarves that thoroughly gagged the woman. Moments later, Kate spat the pair of tights out into Michael's palm, licking her lips and sighing with relief and comfort.

"So, did you finish your homework?" He couldn’t help but chuckle at that being her first question.

“I did, actually. Though I’d say I had some good motivation to help me think.”

Kate rolled her eyes and softly laughed to herself. “Oh, I bet you did. Am I your muse now?”

His imagination briefly wandered as he pondered her joking words, "Careful, Kate, don’t tempt me with another appealing arrangement.” Now it was Kate’s turn to have a wandering imagination, as she considered what that sort of system would look like. "Out of curiosity, is anyone else home right now?" Kate carefully stood up from her seat with her arms and chest still tightly bound.

“Yes, Ava should be up in her room. Why do you ask?” Michael admired her graceful movements even while helplessly tied up.

“Oh, nothing. I just want to make sure that someone is here to untie you. I don’t think I can bring myself to do it.” She raised an eyebrow and sighed with exasperation at his teasing.

“Really? I figured you’d take any excuse for your hands to slip a little while untying these ropes.” Kate leaned forward a bit as she poked fun at him, drawing attention to her tightly framed chest.

“Oh, come on. Have I ever been anything but a gentleman to you?” He merely chuckled at her comment, but his eyes betrayed him, earning a smirk from Kate.

“I suppose that you have tied me up and gagged me with my own tights in my own home numerous times in a very gentlemanly way.” Michael shrugged innocently with a guilty grin on his face.

“And you have enjoyed each time in a very ladylike manner.”

Kate rolled her eyes and blushed a tiny bit, both surprised and embarrassed by the truth of his retort. “Alright, mister. Are you just going to stick around to tease me now?”

“No, I think I’ll leave you to sort out your bonds for now.” Kate walked Michael over to the door as he packed up his schoolwork and backpack.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll see you again sometime soon.” Michael opened the front door for himself, turning to face Kate before he left.

“You can count on it. I’ve still got plenty of hours left.” With that, he turned and headed to his car as Kate gently kicked the door shut with her tights-clad foot.

“Well, well, well. Looks like someone is getting a bit more kinky. Finally.” Ava commented teasingly from the top of the stairs, walking down towards her mother.

“Hey, I didn’t ask for any of this.” Kate shot back in exasperation.

“Funny, because to me it sounded like you literally asked for all of it.” Kate blushed at the realization that Ava overheard her exchanges with Michael.

“Well, I certainly didn’t ask him to unbutton my blouse or leave me like this.” She grumbled a bit, shifting in her bonds all the while.

“But you like it.” Ava bluntly noted, causing Kate to blush harder.

“Listen, that—nghh!” Ava swiftly brought out Kate’s red ballgag from behind her back and placed it securely between her teeth, buckling it tightly under her hair.

“Oh my gosh, Mom. It’s okay to be into this. You know I am. Just enjoy it and relax.” Kate moaned in surprise as she found herself suddenly gagged.

“Hghh, yhh whrr sspphhsd thh nntih mhh.”

Ava smirked playfully at Kate, “No can do, Mom. Remember, I’m not on the schedule today. I wouldn’t want to interfere with your system.”

Without another word, Ava unbuttoned another button of Kate’s blouse and headed back upstairs, leaving the beautiful woman helpless, tied up, and gagged in her own home.

Only enjoying it a tiny bit, of course.