Home alone after school, part 2 (F/f)

[Janbound]

Again the minutes dragged on like hours on this Wednesday afternoon at school. Once the bell rang Debbie practically ran home, putting her key in the door she found it was unlocked and pushed it open, kicking her shoes off, throwing her bag on the floor and hanging her blazer up. She ran into the lounge where Kate was sitting reading a magazine, wearing a red blouse black knee length skirt and tan tights. Her feet were up on the sofa and a pair of black heels under the coffee table.

“Hello Debbie.”

Kate’s voice was smooth as honey, cutting through the quiet hum of the house. Debbie froze for a second before recovering her composure, trying not to let her surprise show. She hadn’t expected Kate to be here so early.

“Hi Kate,” she managed, trying to sound nonchalant as she stepped into the room. “You came.”

“Yes. It there’s no games until homework’s done. Your mum won’t be back till gone ten. That gives us more than six hours. Sooner you finish work, sooner the game begins.”

Debbie nodded, her heart racing. She had spent the last two weeks imagining what new adventures Kate might have in store for her in the realm of tie ups, and now the moment was finally here. She headed to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, and took a deep breath before retreating to her room to tackle her homework. The hour or so passed by in a blur of concentration, the anticipation of what was to come a constant thrum in the back of her mind.

She went down stairs to find Kate now watching TV.

“Your homework done?” Kate asked, not taking her eyes off the screen.

“Yes, all done. What’s the plan tonight?” Debbie asked, unable to hide her excitement.

“Bathroom break first. Might not get another chance.”

Debbie nodded and dashed to the bathroom, her mind racing with the possibilities of the evening ahead. She returned having discarded her tights, not bothering to replace them.
Kate had switched the TV off and was standing in the lounge, holding a black duffel bag. She gestured for Debbie to come closer.

“Put your tights on. Or some socks. Don’t want rope mareks on your legs.”

Debbie blushed and dashed back to the bathroom, pulling on her tights before returning. Kate nodded in approval, setting the bag down on the floor and pointing to a lone high backed wooden chair.

“Take a seat,” Kate instructed, her tone playfully authoritative.

Debbie sat down, her heart racing as Kate opened the duffel bag. Inside lay an assortment of ropes, gags, and a few other things. Debbie’s eyes widened, taking in the variety of textures and colours. “Hands behind your back.”

Kate pulled out a length of soft, white, cotton rooe, a stark contrast to the rougher ropes she had used before. As Debbie complied, Kate began to tie her wrists together with surprising gentleness, looping the rope around them in an intricate pattern that was both secure and oddly comforting. The knot was tight, but not painfully so and she anchored her wrists to the vertical bars. “How’s that?”

Debbie tested her bonds, feeling the gentle tug of the rope. “It’s okay,” she said, trying not to let her nervousness show. “But what’s next?”

Kate smiled, her eyes glinting with excitement as she took out more rope from the duffel bag and wrapped the soft cotton around her biceps, pulling it tight before securing it to the chair back. With a deft twist, she made sure it wasn’t too tight, allowing for some movement but ensuring Debbie wouldn’t be able to escape easily. She then moved to Debbie’s shoulders, looping the rope around them with a sense of practiced ease, tying it off neatly, tying them to the horizontal bar at the top.

Next, Kate proceeded to wrap the rope around Debbie’s midsection, starting at her waist and moving up to her chest. The feeling of the rope pressing against her skin through the blouse made Debbie’s heart race even faster, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she felt herself being cocooned in a web of her own making. The tightness of the ropes was oddly comforting, a stark contrast to the vulnerability she felt as Kate worked her way tighter and tighter anchoring each rope securely to the rods in the back of the chair.

Once Kate was satisfied with the upper body bondage, she stepped back and assessed her work, nodding to herself. “Alright, let’s sort those legs shall we?” she said, her voice teasing. Debbie felt her legs being spread apart and secured to the chair legs at the ankles leaving her feeling even more helpless. She watched as Kate selected more rope and tied her knees to the front legs, wrapping ropes above and below her knees, binding tight to the chair.

Finally she wrapped ropes around Debbie’s thighs, pulling her skirt up to resemble a pair of shorts more than a skirt. Her legs were tied to the chair seat and back at the same time removing all movement.

“Wiggle for me,” Kate said, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
Debbie did as she was told, feeling the ropes tighten and shift around her body. She couldn’t move more than an inch in any direction, the chair creaking slightly with her efforts.

“Perfect,” Kate murmured, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Now for the gag.”
She rummaged in the bag and pulled out a red ball gag, “A improvement on your rubber ball and stockings. She said as Debbie remembered her home made ball gag she had used before. The sight of it brought a mix of excitement and apprehension. Kate approached with a knowing smile, and before Debbie could protest or ask for anything else, she popped the ball into her mouth and secured the straps behind her head, adjusting it until the gag was snug but not painful. She then wrapped tape over her mouth round her head multiple times, holding her hair out of the way.

Debbie’s eyes widened in the mirror opposite the chair, her reflection showing a very different version of herself. The girl who had walked in from school was now transformed into a bound and silenced participant in a game she had secretly longed to play again.

“Enjoy the sight. You’ll loose it soon.” Kate reached into the bag once more and pulled out a blindfold. It was black, with a soft velvet lining that she had bought specifically for this moment. Unlike the scarf, it was shaped with a cut out for her nose. She knew Debbie would appreciate the luxurious feel against her skin. “Ready?” she asked, holding it up with a wink.

Debbie nodded, her eyes flicking to Kate’s for reassurance. The thrill of the moment washed over her as Kate gently placed the blindfold over her eyes, blocking out the light. The sudden darkness was disorienting, but she strained to hear the sound of Kate’s footsteps , nylon tights on carpet almost silent, moving around the room, the rustle of fabric as she bent and straightened, the faint smell of sweat that seemed to fill the space around her.

“Comfortable?” Kate asked, her voice seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.

Debbie nodded again, unable to speak with the gag filling her mouth. She felt a hand on her cheek, a gentle caress that sent shivers down her spine. Kate’s touch was firm but not harsh, a clear indication of who was in charge.

With a final tug at the ropes, Kate stepped back and took a seat on the sofa opposite, crossing one leg over the other, her skirt riding up slightly to reveal the top of her stockings. She leaned back, folded her arms, and switched the TV on, flipping through the channels with a lazy grace.

Debbie sat there, bound, gagged and blindfolded, listening to the sounds of the television, feeling the ropes dig into her skin as she adjusted to her newfound stillness. The cotton fabric of her blouse was sticking to her body with nervous sweat, and the ball gag made her mouth feel unnaturally full and wet.

At first, the TV sounds were a comfort, but as the minutes ticked by, the mundane noise began to seep into her consciousness, each laugh track and commercial jingle a stark reminder that she was not the center of Kate’s attention. The anticipation grew almost unbearable.

Debbie’s mind raced, trying to predict Kate’s next move. Would she start tickling again, or perhaps something more intense? Her feet, her ribs, under arms? The silence was maddening, the only sounds were the TV and the occasional shifting of Kate’s body on the couch. She could feel Kate’s eyes on her, even though she couldn’t see, and the lack of interaction was a form of torture all its own.

The minutes stretched into an eternity as Debbie sat in her chair, her body aching to move but unable to do so. Her senses were heightened, every tiny shift in the air pressure, every footfall outside the room setting her heart racing. The anticipation was like a tight coil in her stomach, ready to spring at any moment. Yet Kate remained unfazed, seemingly engrossed in the TV show, not even glancing in her direction.

Debbie squirmed, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the tight embrace of the ropes. The cotton was unforgiving, holding her firmly in place. The gag made her drool, the saliva trickling down her chin, and she felt utterly helpless. The absence of Kate’s touch was more unsettling than any physical sensation she had endured before. It was a form of psychological play that was new to her, and she found herself craving the attention that had been so readily given in their previous encounter.

The sudden silence was palpable as Kate turned off the TV, and Debbie’s heart skipped a beat. The sound of Kate’s movement was the only thing that pierced through the quiet, her steps deliberate and calculated. The floorboards creaked gently as Kate left the room,,her stockinged feet so far away as to be silent now.

Debbie realised she was alone. Tied to a chair in her own home , gagged, blindfolded, helpless and alone.

[milagros317]

Excellent beginning! Looking forward to a continuation.

[TightsBound]

It’s so great to see a continuation with these characters. Well written and detailed with a nice intricate tie. And unlike Debbie at the moment, I’m on the edge of my seat wondering what’s going to happen next

[slackywacky]

Let's see what happens next. Great story so far.

[New_Girl_McKenna]

This makes me want to trade places with Debbie! I see this is part 2, where is part 1?

[Janbound]

@New_Girl_McKenna thanks. Here is part 1

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[CarouselCowboy13]

This is a nice way to continue