This is a true story that happened in 2019, just a few weeks after my 18th birthday.

    I was lying in bed when my mom walked in.

    "Are you sure you don't want to go with us?" She asked.

    "No thank you, mom. I have a migraine." I replied (I was lying, but since I have migraines from time to time, she believed me).

    "Okay then, we'll be back in a couple of hours. Get some rest." She said.

    She walked out the door and left. She took my older sister with her. I waited until I heard the car pull out of the driveway before I sprang out of bed. I had something that I had been wanting to try, but not while they were here.

   When I was a little girl, I would stay with my grandparents, and they had all of the old cartoons on DVD because they thought that those would be more wholesome than the stuff they show on TV today. Many of the cartoons showed a damsel getting tied up and being rescued by the hero just in the nick of time. Over time I started imagining it was me being tied up. I didn't know it at the time, but this was the beginnings of my bondage fetish. A couple of weeks ago, I found bondage sites and videos on the web. I wanted so bad to be tied up, but I didn't think I could tell anybody. What would they think? But then, about a week and a half ago, I discovered on the web that it was possible to tie yourself up. I just had to try it, but I had to wait until a time when everyone would be gone. I didn't want to take a chance on doing it while there were people here. I didn't want anybody to walk in on me while I was tied up. How would I explain that? Not to mention the fact that I decided that I wanted to do it naked.

    I removed my pants and panties. As I took a look in the mirror, I began to have second thoughts. What if I wasn't able to free myself? They would find me naked and tied up. How would I explain it? I finally put those thoughts aside and finished undressing.

   I decided to do it on my bed. I got out the rope and a pair of scissors just in case I needed them. I sat on the bed and tied my ankles together. The tricky part was tying my wrists behind my back, but I got it done, and finished hogtying myself. I decided not to gag myself this time since I wasn't sure how this would go. I wanted to make sure that I could yell for help if I needed to, but hopefully, I wouldn't need to. I made sure the ropes were snug, but loose enough that I could hopefully get free without having to use the scissors.

    As I lay there naked and tied up, I began to think about those cartoons that I watched as a little girl, and what it would be like to be in peril, and for someone to come rescue me. I also really wished there was someone here to tickle me. After about an hour and twenty minutes, I was feeling really horny, but then I heard the car pull in the driveway.

    "Oh, crap! They came home early." I said to myself.

    I worked to get myself loose, and almost had my wrists loose when I heard a hand on the doorknob. I could feel my heart racing I felt like I was about to have a panic attack, which I did not need right now.

    "Cami, could you come help me with this?" I heard my mom say from downstairs.

    "Okay, mom." I heard her say.

    "Oh, good." I thought to myself as I heard her walk away.

    I was able to get myself loose, and hid the rope and scissors, and was able to get dressed and get back in bed just in the nick of time. Within seconds of getting in bed, Cami walked in the room.

   "Rest well while we were gone, little sis?" She asked.

    Before I could respond, mom walked in the room.

    "How are you feeling, Carlie?" She asked.

    "I'm starting to feel better." I replied.

    "Carlie, you sound out of breath. I hope you're not having another panic attack." She said.

    "No, mom, I'm feeling fine." I replied.

    "Well, I think maybe you should get some more rest." She said, and they both walked out of the room.

   "That was a close one." I thought to myself.

    I didn't tie myself up again until I moved out of the house. I didn't want to take a chance on someone walking in on me. I have gotten better at tying myself up since then, and other people have tied me up too, but that is a story for another day.

    The end.