Home Alone After School (Self/f; F/f)

[Janbound]

Before anyone comments will say it: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I know it is dangerous to leave someone alone tied up and gagged for even a few seconds, let alone hours on end.

Here goes.



The hours and minutes dragged more up than normal until the school bell today. Thirteen year old Debbie had a plan for after school entertainment that was unconventional to say the least. She stayed to homework club for half an hour after school to ensure she had an uninterrupted evening ahead of her, then raced home.

Taking off her school blazer, hanging up her bag and kicking off school shoes, she padded in her black tights, plaid skirt white blouse and blue tie up to her bedroom retrieving a nondescript sports bag from under the bed. Drawing the lounge curtains she emptied the content on the floor. Coil after coil of white nylon rope.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked at the rope, her mind racing with the scenarios she had dreamt up. She'd experimented before, but today felt different. Looking at the clock, six uninterrupted hours before her mum finished her late shift. The ropes were cold and slick in her hands, each one promising a new level of restraint and the excitement grew within her as she picked one out.

A quick trip to,the loo to avoid embarrassing emergencies later in the evening, then Debbie took a deep breath and began by tying her ankles together. She looped the rope around her ankles six times, then cinched it tight with two loos, feeling the firm grip of the material dig into her flesh. Her breath hitched as she cinched the knot, feeling the warmth of her body heat against the coldness of the rope. The sensation was strange yet thrilling. She tested the knot with a gentle tug and found it to be secure. Next, she moved up to below her knees, wrapping the rope around them in the same six loops, two cinches, ensuring the loops were snug but not too tight. She didn't want to cause any harm, just enough to keep her from escaping.

With her lower legs effectively bound, she sat on the floor and leaned back against the sofa, her heart racing. Her palms were sweaty as she took another rope and began to loop it around her legs above her knees, then finally her thighs, level with the hem of her skirt.

Reaching into the bag she produced a home made ball gag, a rubber ball in the middle of the leg of a cut up pair of tights. She eased the ball behind her teeth, feeling her tongue pressed down and her jaw stretched. She tied the knot behind her head then for good measure, wrapped black duct tape over her mouth and round her head, holding her hair out of the way as she did.

Next was the part she had been looking forward to the most, the part that would make her feel most vulnerable and thrillingly restrained. She worked meticulously, her mind racing with the scenarios that could play out. She’d had practised tying her arms many times before and thought she had an effective method. Placing scissors on the coffee table for her later release, she set to work. The rope felt like a lover's embrace, tight and reassuring as she cinched it between her arms and sides, loops around her chest and upper arms. Restricting her movement and making it impossible to lift her hands to her head. The pressure was intense, but she didn't stop until she felt the perfect amount of tension. Her tummy rope was less effective as she already had lost some significant rage of movement but she persevered.

Finally, the last rope, she looped it a dozen times around her wrists, took her left wrist out. Reaching behind her back she found the the slip knot attached to her ankles , fed the coils through before wriggling her left wrist back in. She took a deep breath and kicked her legs out, the rope pulled taught and she felt the final tightening around her wrists. The knot had worked, she was hogtied, completely immobile, able to straighten her knees to about 90 degrees. The sensation was overwhelming and she felt a rush of excitement as she struggled against her restraints. The ropes dug into her skin and she felt the warmth of her own body against the coolness of the material. The ball gag prevented any sound from escaping, only muffled moans and the occasional squeak.

Debbie rolled around the living room floor, the nylon ropes cutting into her flesh as she experimented with her newfound vulnerability. Her eyes grew wide with each new sensation, the thrill of the struggle and the feeling of absolute powerlessness. She squirmed and wiggled, feeling the tension in her body as she attempted to break free. The ropes held firm, a stark reminder that she was at the mercy of her own desires.

Her heart racing, she managed to maneuver herself onto her stomach and began the arduous process of sliding across the floor towards the door. The carpet burned against her skin, leaving red marks as she inched closer to the exit. Her cheeks were flushed and she could feel the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, a mix of exertion and excitement.

Finally, she reached the door, her bound hands straining against the ropes. She managed to roll herself , then slide against the wall and pulled herself into a kneeling position. The rope around her wrists and ankles tightened, cutting into her skin as she desperately tried to reach the handle. It was a futile effort, her legs unable to stretch in their bound state. With a muffled scream of delighted frustration, she collapsed back onto the floor, the door slamming shut as she bumped it trapping her in the lounge.

The TV beckoned from across the room, and Debbie’s eyes darted to the remote. Her plan had always been to watch something while she was tied up, as she imagined being tied up for over four hiurs would be somewhat boring after a while. With renewed determination, she began to drag herself towards the TV stand, the sound of her knees against the floor echoing through the quiet house. Each movement was a challenge, but she was driven by the thrill of the chase.

As she approached the TV stand, she stretched her bound legs out and managed to hook the remote with her toes. Her heart hammered in her chest as she painstakingly inched it closer to her. With a flick of her foot, she sent it flying through the air and it landed with a soft thud next to her. The TV screen flickered to life, casting a blue glow over her struggling form. She squinted against the light, her eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness.

Debbie had hoped that the TV would provide a distraction from the intensity of her situation, but instead, the images on the screen seemed to fuel her fantasies. She found an action movie and watched as the heroine was bound and gagged by the villain. Her mind raced with the possibility that someone could walk in on her like this, her own personal villain discovering her in this state of bondage. The thought made her squirm with excitement.

As the minutes ticked by, the initial thrill of her predicament began to wane and she grew restless. The ropes, which had started out feeling like a thrilling challenge, now felt like a prison. The stiffness in her legs and arms was setting in, and she found herself wriggling more and more to try and alleviate the discomfort. Yet, she didn't dare reach for the scissors. The fear of failing I. Her own challenge was too great, and she was too stubborn to admit defeat.

But just as she was starting to feel a semblance of boredom creep in, her ears pricked up at the unmistakable sound of the front door opening. The TV blared on, muffling the sounds of footsteps but she knew immediately that she wasn't alone. Panic began to set in. Her mum was supposed to be at work for almost four hours. Who could it be? The house was locked, she was certain. The sound grew closer and she recognized the jingle of keys and the familiar voice of her mum's best friend, Kate. Kate had a spare key for emergencies and had clearly let herself in to check on her.

Debbie's eyes went wide with horror. She had to get out of this situation before Kate found her. With renewed energy, she began to struggle against her bonds, her muffled cries growing louder as she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The ropes cut deeper into her skin as she thrashed about, trying not to alert Kate to her predicament or even position, But the more she moved, the more entangled she became.

Kate's footsteps grew closer, and Debbie's panic grew with each step. Her breath was coming in short gasps now, her heart racing as the realisation hit her that there was no way she could escape this without being seen. The TV's volume seemed to amplify with her fear, the sound of explosions and screams from the action movie seeming to mock her own desperate situation.

Kate opened the door into the lounge and her eyes immediately fell on Debbie's bound form on the floor. She stopped dead in her tracks, the shock clear on her face. Debbie's eyes met Kate's, wide with terror and embarrassment. Kate took a moment to process what she was seeing, the bag of ropes on the floor, the scissors on the table, the way Debbie was tied up,
excessively, the fact the rest of the house was immaculate with no signs of a break in. All were clear signs that she was bound by her own doing. Nevertheless Kate approached Debbie.

“Has there been a break in?” She asked tentatively, her eyes darting from the ropes to Debbie's flustered expression.

Debbie's muffled response was barely coherent, but the shake of her head was clear. Kate took a step closer, kneeling down to Debbie’s level. She could see the panic in her eyes, the tears of pain and embarrassment. She reached out and touched Debbie's shoulder gently.

“Did you do this to yourself?”

Debbie nodded frantically, her eyes pleading for understanding. Kate burst out laughing. “Well you’ve done a really good job.” She said as she examined all the bonds. “You used a slip knot on your wrists. Colour in your skin’s OK. Wiggle your fingers. Now your toes.” Kate checked Debbie’s welfare but seemed no closer to untying her than when she had first spotted the teenager.

The sound of Kate's laughter was a mix of relief and embarrassment for Debbie. She nodded again, her cheeks burning with shame. Kate's gaze softened as she took in the distress on the teenager's face. “I think I could do a better job if you want.” As she said this Kate picked a piece or rope off the floor and tied something else on Debbie’s wrists. She felt the ropes loosen a little but her wrists still felt bound firmly together. tThen suddenly with a yank, her feet were pulled closer to her hands as the hottie was tightened.

“Now let’s tighten this waist rope too.”

Kate’s voice had a teasing tone as she adjusted the rope around Debbie’s tummy, pulling it tighter and pinning her hands to the small of her back. Debbie's eyes bulged slightly, the pressure increasing, but she couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the firmness of Kate’s touch. She had never felt so exposed, and yet the warmth in Kate’s eyes made her feel less like a child playing a dangerous game and more like an equal participating in a shared secret.

“Right. I’m off to yoga now. I’ll be back in a. Little over an hour.” Debbie noticed for the first time Kate was wearing a fuscia pink leotard top and tight black leggings to her mid calves with trainers on her feet. “Let’s just see if this is secure.”

Without warning Kate reached down and began to tickle Debbie’s feet through her tights. Debbie squirmed and giggled, trying to pull her legs away but the ropes held firm. The sensation of Kate’s fingers against her sensitive skin was unexpected and she couldn’t help but laugh despite her predicament. Kate’s laughter joined hers as Debbie’s legs kicked in the air, the ropes tightening and releasing in time with her giggles.

“Oh you’re a ticklish one aren’t you?” Kate said playfully, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Debbie’s eyes watered with laughter, her body writhing and bucking against the ropes as Kate's nimble fingers danced over her feet. The sensation was exquisite torture, a delicious blend of pleasure and pain as Kate’s touch sent waves of sensation through her body. The tighter Kate pulled the ropes, the more she giggled, her bound form bouncing slightly with each giggle. She felt a strange sense of intimacy with Kate in this moment, a feeling of vulnerability and trust she had never experienced before.

“One more thing before I go.” Kate reached into,the bag again and produced a black scarf which she folded into a wide band and tied it over Debbie’s eyes.

Debbie felt the warmth of Kate's breath against her ear as she whispered, “Don't go anywhere, I'll be back soon.” Then, the sound of the door closing and Kate’s retreating footsteps. The house was plunged into silence, broken only by the regular tick of the antique clock in the hallway.

Her mind racing, Debbie tried to calm herself down. She had never felt so vulnerable, so utterly at the mercy of someone else's whims. The initial panic began to subside as she realised Kate had no intention of leaving her in this state permanently. She was just playing along, adding a new twist to Debbie's solo bondage experience. But as the minutes stretched on, seemingly into eternity, the reality of her situation began to sink in. She was truly helpless, her body a tangled mess of rope, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction.

The sounds of Kate's footsteps had long disappeared, replaced by the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Debbie's breathing slowed, and she strained to listen for any noise that might indicate she wasn't alone. But the house remained eerily silent, save for the clock and faint hum of the refrigerator. The TV , turned off as Kate left her , no longer blared in the background. The movie's soundtrack previously, cacophony of chaos , contrasted starkly with her present quiet predicament.

Her mind began to wander, conjuring scenarios of her rescue, her mother returning to find her, or even the mailman walking in by mistake. But the reality was, she was utterly alone, with no way to call for help. The sensation of the ropes digging into her flesh was a constant reminder of her helplessness. Her legs, bound tightly together, felt like a single entity, and the rope around her waist kept her from sitting up or rolling over. The scarf over her eyes blocked out any light, leaving her in a world of darkness. This was the best feeling she had ever experienced in her life.

Time passed in a strange, timeless fashion. The ticking clock was her only companion, marking the seconds, minutes, and eventually hours. She lost track of how long she had been like this, but the discomfort was giving way to a dull ache that seemed to resonate with every beat of her heart. Her mouth was dry from the ball gag, and she could feel the stickiness of her saliva against her cheeks. Yet, she didn’t dare try to move too much, fearing she would only make the ropes tighter.

The sound of the door opening jolted her out of her thoughts. The thump of trainers being dropped then the slap of bare feet on the floor grew louder, and she knew Kate had returned from her yoga class. Debbie’s heart raced, and she tried to compose herself, not wanting to seem too pathetic in her bound state.

“I’m back!” Kate’s voice called out cheerfully, and Debbie heard her mum’s friend’s footsteps approaching the lounge quieter than before since Kate had removed her shoes and socks.

Debbie tensed as Kate's cool hand rested on her forehead, checking her temperature. “You’re still okay, aren’t you?” Kate's voice was gentle, but there was a hint of something else, something that made Debbie's heart race even faster as she nodded. Then Kate’s hand moved to her waist and she began to tickle her again, the sensation of the ropes pressing into her skin and Kate’s fingers on her tummy was overwhelming. Debbie giggled and squirmed, her body jolting with every touch.

Kate's tickling grew more intense, her fingers dancing over Debbie's feet through her tights. The pressure built in Debbie’s chest as she tried to hold in her laughter, the ropes cutting into her skin with every movement. But it was impossible to resist Kate's touch, and soon she was giggling uncontrollably, her body writhing against the bonds as she squirmed on the floor. The pain in her wrists and ankles was a dull throb now, overwhelmed by the tickling sensation that seemed to consume her entire being.

After what felt like an eternity of torturous tickling, Kate stopped abruptly, leaving Debbie gasping for air. “Let’s try something a bit cooler, shall we?” Kate said with a smirk, disappearing into the kitchen. Debbie could hear the clink of the freezer opening, and her heart skipped a beat. What was Kate going to do now?

Kate returned with a handful of ice cubes, and without warning, she began to press them against Debbie’s neck and chest, making her squeal with a mix of shock and cold. The ice was a stark contrast to the warmth of her bound body and Kate’s touch, sending shivers down her spine. Debbie’s laughter was cut off by a cold cube being placed under her skirt, making her jump and wriggle against the ropes. Kate giggled at her reaction, then proceeded to slide the cubes along her legs, making Debbie squirm and whine in protest. She even slipped a few under the waistband of her tights and down the collar of her blouse.

Moving on from the ice, Kate sat I front of Debbie’s hogtied, blindfolded form , the soles of her bare feet pointing straight to Warner. Debbie felt the roughness of Kate’s foot brush against her cheek as Kate sat cross-legged before her. The torment began again, Kate’s foot gliding over her face, toes poking and prodding, sending waves of sensation through her body. It was strange, feeling so vulnerable yet so alive. The ropes had become an extension of Kate’s touch, a constant presence reminding her of her predicament.

Debbie’s cheeks grew wet with her own drool and the sweat that was beginning to bead on her forehead. Kate’s foot remained in front of her, the arch pressing into her cheek as Kate began to tickle her again. This time it was her sides and she found herself trying to roll away but the ropes and Kate’s foot on her face kept her in place. The coldness of Kate’s toes against her skin was a stark contrast to the warmth of her own body.

The torment went on for what felt like hours until Kate finally leaned back with a contented sigh. Debbie felt the weight of Kate's foot leave her face and she took a deep breath of relief. "Okay, I think we've had enough fun for now," Kate said, her voice still carrying that playful tone.

Debbie nodded eagerly, the thrill of the experience now tinged with a desperate need for release. Kate began to untie the knots around her wrists and ankles, her movements deft and confident. As the ropes loosened, Debbie felt the blood rush back into her limbs, a tingling sensation that was both painful and exhilarating. Kate helped her to sit up, her legs still bound at the knees, and removed the scarf blindfold. The sudden rush of light was blinding after being in darkness for so long, and Debbie had to blink a few times before her eyes could focus again.

Kate’s eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of regret or distress, but all she saw was a mix of relief and excitement. "Are you okay?" Kate asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Debbie nodded, her throat dry from the gag. "I'm fine," she croaked out, her voice muffled and strained from the hours of being silenced.

"Good girl," Kate said with a gentle smile, her eyes still searching Debbie's face for any signs of distress. She finished untying the last knot at Debbie's ankles and helped her stand up, her legs wobbly from being in the hogtie position for so long. Debbie took a tentative step, then another, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. Kate wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her as she found her balance.

"Let's get you changed out of your uniform" Kate said, her voice soft and reassuring. She helped Debbie to the couch, then started to coil the ropes and other restraints up, putting them back in the bag. “We wouldn’t want your mother to find you like this.” She said as Debbie slid her tights off and felt a rush of cool air against her bare skin, sending a shiver through her body. Kate tossed the tights aside and offered to massage her legs, but Debbie preferred to go upstairs for a shower and change to pyjamas.

As she returned she asked Kate. “You didn’t seem shocked when you found me all tied up.”

“No. Well……it’s not too surprising. Your mum and I played these games at your age too.”

[Dpsiic]

What a great story. I hope you post more. Maybe some of Kate and Debbie’s mum’s adventures.

[milagros317]

Wonderful story! Very sweet action between Kate and Debbie.

[Gem]

Nice take on the classic trope. Always fun to see a self bindage discovered story.

[smooth_talker45]

Great story, I wonder if Kate had a similar experience at that age

[nitronovice]

Great story! Any plans for a sequel and prequel?

[CarouselCowboy13]

Very Nice Story

[New_Girl_McKenna]

Wowwww! This would be so embarrassing and scary having someone walk in like that! But Kate sounds super nice and understanding!

[Killua]

Great story. Debbie was surely scared. But she is lucky that her mom's friend wasn't making a fuss about it and even played along. It was funny how it was all normal to her that Debbie was enjoying this type of game like her mom did.

[CaseyTailor]

Fun read! Love a good discovered/caught in the act scenario!