Andrea Thomas stared at the clock on the wall.  Her husband Dan would not be home for hours.  He had that big sales presentation today so he would not be home early.  Slowly her tongue ran across her lower lip.

Slowly she came to her feet to look at her makeup for the hundredth time today.  She puckered her lips to see if she had done any damage to the pink lipstick.  It was still perfect.  Everything about her was perfect.  Everything from the long blonde hair to the high-heeled sandals was perfect.

The top was perhaps a little too tight, and the flared skirt a little too short, but what was the point of having a perfectly trim body if you did not show it off?

The luscious blonde flopped back into the chair.

After staring at the clock for another two or three minutes, a thought occurred to her.  She opened the drawer on the end table to her right.  Slowly she drew out the steel handcuffs Nancy Langdon had given her.  She held them up before her, wondering again if she had enough courage.

Nancy did it.  And she had seen Shannon tied up in a playpen in her own living room.  Then there was Karen who enjoyed sunbathing nude while tied to a chaise lounge.

She reached for the telephone.  She swung her head around so her long blonde tresses moved away from her right ear.  Once she had it pressed against her ear, she started to push the buttons, dialing her neighbor.

“Hello, Nancy?  This is Andrea.  I’m going to do it.  Sure.  Right now.  You will remember to come and let me go, won’t you?”

After she hung up, she stopped to stare at the handcuffs again.  She had given this much thought, and Nancy had advised her what to do.

Suddenly she bounded from the chair.  As she walked down the hall toward the bedroom, she whistled a little song she had heard on the radio earlier that day.

The white satin gloves came first.  They were shoulder-length and smooth and shiny.  Nancy told her that they would protect her flesh.  The material would also make it harder for her to do anything with her fingers.  If her wrists were bound with rope, she would have trouble loosening the knots when wearing the gloves.

Carefully she pulled them up.  She looked at herself in the full-length mirror.  There still were wrinkles.

As she adjusted them, she admired her image in the mirror.  The short dark skirt did nothing to hide her lovely legs, and the tight, abbreviated top allowed everyone to see just how well-developed she was.

Satisfied that the gloves were on properly, she made her way to the panty-drawer of her dresser.  Selecting a pair of royal blue nylon panties, she stuffed them into her mouth.  She used the fingertips of both hands to shove them in all the way as she moved back to the mirror.

The panties forced her to keep her mouth open by filling it completely.  The next step was to secure them in place with the PVC tape Nancy had given her.  She pressed the sticky tape to her face, then ran her fingers from her mouth to her ears to insure it was tight.

“Mmmfftt!”

She wanted to giggle.  She could make no sounds worth listening to with the panties filling her mouth.  At the same time, they muffled the sounds so no one more than a few feet away would even be able to hear her.

She would not be able to cry out for help.  But would she really want anyone to help her?  Would she want anyone to pull the tape off to reveal the panties in her mouth?  The beautiful blonde had to admit it.  Nancy knew what she was doing.  She would be bound and gagged.  She would not want anyone to find her to set her free.

She headed toward the front door.  She had wanted to use the closet door in the bedroom, but Nancy insisted that she use the door to the coat closet near the front door.

“Just imagine what it would be like.  Anyone walking up the sidewalk to the door would be able to see you through the bay window.  I can imagine the poor mailman seeing you tied up and having a heart attack right on the porch!”  Nancy had said.

Opening the door, the blonde-haired beauty found the rope on a shelf.  Nancy had measured it for the correct length.  All Andrea had to do was to stick the handcuffs through the loop and pull on the working end of the slipknot

She looked up at the top of the door before deciding she needed a chair.  She slid the wooden chair over next to the door.  Standing on the seat, she stuck the end of the rope with the handcuffs over the top.

Squatting on the floor, she slipped the other end under the door.  With that done, she closed the door.

Sitting on the chair, she pulled the loop about her ankles.  She made the loop small so it fit snugly about them.  Her feet could not move apart.

She came to her feet.  Before turning, she pushed the chair out of the way.  With her bottom against the door, she moved her feet so the backs of the sandals almost touched the wood.

She pulled the handcuffs down.  As she did, she felt the pressure grow on the loop about her ankles.  That caused her to pause to look down at her feet, then up at the handcuffs.  Nancy was coming over soon.  She was sure her neighbor would laugh at her if she chickened out.

Carefully, she slid a steel cuff about her right wrist.  She heard a series of ‘clicks’ as it tightened.  When the first was snug, she did the same to her left wrist.

Now that she had done it, she leaned back against the door.  Her eyes moved to the window where she saw the sidewalk leading down to the driveway and the street beyond it.  She had been afraid that as soon as she made herself helpless, someone would find her.  There she was.  Hands secured over her head.  Gagged and helpless.  No one was there.

She saw a delivery truck roar down the street.  She wondered what the driver would have thought had he known a beautiful woman had just rendered herself helplessly bound.

Then again, perhaps he already knew.  Andrea had seen the others bound and in public.  She remembered the time she had seen Nadia and Christie tying Heidi to a tree in the woods.  Perhaps the driver had seen Heidi or Karen or Nancy or one of the others bound and gagged and came this way in hopes of catching another glimpse of a young woman bound and helpless.

Helpless.  She wondered if she was.  She glanced up at the handcuffs.  She had examined them closely before.  She knew they were real.  The steel was heavy and solid.  She doubted she would be able to get her hands free of them.  She had to try though.  She pulled down, she twisted and tugged.It made no difference.  There was no escaping.

She heard a sound outside and looked back at the window.  Perhaps it was another car going by, but she could not be certain.  Perhaps it was some prowler.  She was in no condition to defend herself.  All she could do was stand there and…

She heard the sound at the back of the house.  Someone had opened the door.  She tugged on the handcuffs again.  Perhaps it was a burglar!  She struggled frantically with her bondage.  She had been unable to escape before.  She was incapable of escaping now.

“Maybe if I am really quiet, he won’t know I’m here.

The footsteps moved across the kitchen, then down the hallway toward her.  The beautiful blonde tensed.

“I really wasn’t certain you would have nerve enough to do it.”

It was Nancy.  She was saved.

“Any panic attacks or anything like that?”

The blonde shook her head.

While Andrea was only a couple of inches over five feet in height, Nancy was about average height with long, dark hair and big dark eyes.  “Good.  Are you ready to move on to the next step?”

Andrea had not thought that far ahead.  The next step?  Bound and helpless in her own house that was as far as she had thought.  What if Nancy wanted to strip her down to her panties and parade her out on the street?  Bound as she was, she could do nothing to stop her.  She would be totally at her mercy.

She nodded.

“You have to remember that once you are tied up, you are at the mercy of the person who tied you.  But it is not that much of a threat.  Maybe tomorrow you will be tying me up and treating me the way I treated you.”

Nancy released the buxom blond from her self-imposed bondage, but immediately tied her hands together behind her back.  Instead of the panties and tape, as solid ball gag forced Andrea to remain silent.

Nancy had her kneel just inside the front door.  To the other bondage items she added a blindfold.

“Well, you can’t get free on your own.  You can’t call out for help.  I guess you just have to kneel there until Dan gets home.  I heard him complaining about that sales presentation he has to make today.  I suppose that seeing you all helpless like this will really recharge his batteries.”

Andrea heard her friend move into the kitchen.  She heard the sounds of the refrigerator door being opened and the subtle ‘pop’ of a cork as Nancy opened a bottle of white wine.  The woman moved to a chair in the living room.

Andrea could have complained if she had not been bound and gagged.  She could have complained but she would not have.  She was enjoying her helplessness too much.

When Dan came home, he was sure to release her.

She hoped he was late.

The End