Home alone with Mum’s toy box (Self/m)

[Janbound]

The door to Adam's bedroom swung open with the same squeak it had made for years, echoing down the hallway. His mother's footsteps grew fainter until the sound of the front door closing and her car engine fading into the distance assured him that he was, once again, home alone. He knew the holiday routine by heart: eat a snack, watch TV, do any homework meet a friend, and wait for her to come back from work. But today, something felt different.

Curiosity piqued, Adam decided to explore the house while he had the place to himself. He tiptoed down the stairs, his eyes scanning the shadows cast by the morning sun slanting through the blinds. His mother's bedroom was a forbidden zone, but today, the latch felt almost inviting. He pushed the door open slowly, the hinges protesting with a muted groan. The room smelled faintly of her perfume, a scent that was both familiar and mysterious.

Under the bed, tucked behind a pile of dusty shoeboxes and forgotten Christmas decorations, he found a box that didn't belong. It was small, with a sturdy lock that gleamed in the dim light. His heart pounded as he tried to remember if he'd seen it before. He hadn't. He felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of guilt as he reached for it, his fingertips brushing the cold metal. The lock was a simple one, and with a few twists and turns, it clicked open to reveal its contents: a collection of leather straps, handcuffs, ball gags and a blindfold. His eyes widened. This was definitely not a stash for a 12-year-old.

Adam's curiosity grew with every item he pulled out. He had heard about these things in hushed whispers at school, but seeing them up close was something entirely different. They were strange and fascinating, like artefacts from a world that didn't quite make sense to him yet. He felt a weird thrill as he touched the soft, supple leather, the cold metal of the handcuffs, and the velvety fabric of the blindfold. He knew exactly what they were for, but the secrecy surrounding them was intoxicating.

He took the blindfold and held it up to his eyes, the darkness enveloping him like a second skin. He could feel his heart racing, and his imagination began to whirl. What was his mother hiding from him? Was she part of some secret club? Or did she have a mysterious hobby she didn't want him to know about? The thoughts swirled through his head like a tornado of possibilities, each more exciting and confusing than the last.

Gently, Adam placed the blindfold back and picked up the handcuffs. They felt heavier than he expected, the cool metal sending a shiver down his spine. He studied them, turning them over in his hands. They had a smooth finish and a delicate chain connecting the two cuffs. He wondered what it would be like to wear them. It seemed like something out of a movie, a game of cops and robbers taken to a whole new level.

Moving to the lounge, he sat down on the plush couch, placing the items around him like a treasure trove. One by one, he tried them on. The leather cuffs wrapped around his ankles, tightening with a click. He pulled at them, surprised by how snug they were, yet not uncomfortable. He slipped the blindfold over his eyes, and the world around him disappeared into a velvety blackness. The silence was profound, the only sound the thump of his own heart.

He took the blindfold off and turned to the handcuffs. They were trickier, but after a few attempts, he managed to lock one around his wrist. He tugged, feeling the cold metal bite into his skin. It was a strange sensation, both scary and exhilarating. With his free hand, he reached for the other cuff and locked his hands behind his back. He wriggled and hopped for a little while admiring his hands behind his back in the mirror.

Unlocking his hands he took a couple of leather straps and bound his legs together above and below his knees, the leather rubbing slightly against his bare skin. Locking his hands behind his back he once again hopped around, exploring his slightly more restricted moves and falling back on the couch, waving his tightly bound legs in the air so he could see the soles of his feet in the mirror.

The thrill of discovery grew with each item he touched. At the bottom of the box, nestled in a velvet pouch, were two small sets of cuffs. He realised these would fit around his thumbs, or big toes. He picked them up, turning them over in his hand. They were so unlike anything he had ever seen before, each with a tiny key almost like toy cuffs. He slipped one around his left big toe, the other on his right. Feeling the metal squeeze his flesh was a peculiar sensation, but not unpleasant.

The next thing he used on himself was an all gag. It was smaller than the one he'd seen in the pictures in mine but it still had the same ominous ball attached to a strap. He rolled it around in his hand, the smoothness of the rubber making his palms sweat. The idea of putting it in his mouth was both terrifying and intriguing. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth wide, the smell of rubber filling his nose as he inserted the ball. The strap was adjustable, and he tightened it until the ball was snug behind his teeth, trapping his tongue on the floor of his mouth and making him drool onto his T-shirt.

The last item he found was a broad leather straps and bound with two small loops on it. He realised after a few minutes it was intended to bind the prisoners arms to his sides.

With trembling hands, Adam wrapped the strap around his chest, pulling it tight. The loops at the end slipped over his upper arms just above elbows and he buckled them into place. His heart raced as he felt the leather press against his ribs, immobilising his arms. It was a strange, vulnerable feeling, like he was trapped in a second, more confining layer of clothing. He took a deep breath, the leather creaking slightly with his movement, and tried to sit back on the couch. The straps dug in, making it clear that escape was not an easy option.

He fastened the handcuffs on his left wrist, the cold metal clicking shut with a finality that made him pause. He held his breath and reached for the thumb cuff with his right hand, slipping it onto his left thumb with surprising ease. The sensation was peculiar, his thumb and wrist now bound together, leaving his hand bent at an awkward angle. He tugged at the cuffs, the sound of metal on metal echoing in the quiet room. He felt a thrill of excitement and a dash of fear, a heady mix that made his pulse quicken.

With the blindfold in hand, Adam took a deep breath and lifted it over his eyes. The room plunged into darkness once again, the only light coming from the cracks in the blinds. The material was smooth against his skin, the scent of new leather filling his nostrils. He secured the blindfold, buckling it tightly behind his head, with great difficulty, ensuring he couldn’t see a thing. His other senses heightened, he listened to the creaks of the old house and the muffled sounds of cars passing by outside. He could feel the fabric of the couch under his bound legs, the roughness of the carpet under his bare feet.

Next, he manipulated the handcuffs and clicked them shut around his right wrist. The cold metal tightened, and he felt the unmistakable finality of being trapped. He tried to pull his hand free, but it remained steadfastly in place. His heart was racing now, the excitement building like a crescendo in his chest. With trembling fingers, he reached for the thumb cuff, slipping it onto his right thumb with surprising ease. The metal felt smooth and cool against his skin as he closed it.

Wiggling his body, Adam felt the leather straps tighten and shift against his skin. The ball gag pressed into his mouth, making him drool onto his chest. He tried to move his arms, but they remained pinned to his sides by the chest strap. The feeling of helplessness grew, yet it was thrilling, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He rolled over onto his side, his bound legs sticking straight out in front of him. The handcuffs clanked together as he moved, the sound a strange music in the stillness of the room.

With his toes cuffed and blindfold in place, standing was indeed impossible. He found himself lying on the floor, the soft, yet rough carpet against his skin. The world around him was a cocoon of darkness and quiet, save for the occasional distant sound of a neighbours door slamming or a passing care. It was eerie and yet, oddly comforting. The boundaries of his world had shrunk to the few feet around him, and he felt safe in his confinement, as if the restraints were a shield against the chaos outside.

But then, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead as reality dawned upon him. He had been so caught up in his exploration that he had forgotten the most crucial detail. The keys. Without sight, he had no way of knowing where they lay, nor could he retrieve them without fumbling around blindly. Panic set in, a silent scream building in his chest. He thrashed his legs and wriggled his arms, the metal and leather biting into his skin, a stark reminder of his predicament.

Feeling with his fingers and toes, Adam searched for the keys. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a reminder of his folly. The floor was cold and unforgiving, the carpet fibers prickling his skin as he rolled and squirmed. His eyes, useless behind the blindfold, searched the darkness for any clue. The handcuffs around his wrists and ankles felt heavier with each passing second, the leather of the gag sticking to his mouth with saliva. The silence of the house was now deafening, the weight of his own breathing amplified by his racing thoughts.

His fingertips grazed the edge of the box, sending a spark of hope through him. He traced the outline of the box, feeling for the keys he had so carelessly discarded. They had to be there, didn't they? But his bound hands couldn't find the telltale shape of the keyring. Instead, he encountered more straps and cuffs, each one a testament to his curiosity. He felt his way around the couch, his legs uselessly kicking in the air as he tried to get a better angle. The leather of the gag was slick with drool, making it difficult to breathe, and his mouth was starting to ache.

Adam's mind raced with thoughts of his mother returning home. What would she think? What would she say? His cheeks burned at the thought of her finding him like this. He had to get out before she came back. But the more he struggled, the more tangled he became. The leather and metal bit into his skin, a reminder that his own curiosity had led him into this situation. He was trapped, and there was no escape until she returned to unlock him.

With a heavy sigh, Adam accepted his fate. He stopped fighting against the restraints and allowed his body to go limp. The leather and metal no longer felt so cold, the pressure almost comforting in their steadfastness. He lay there, the minutes stretching into hours, listening to the ticking of the clock in the hallway. It was a strange kind of meditation, his mind focusing solely on the sensations of his own body, the thump of his heart, and the slow, rhythmic sound of his breathing.

[TuggyMale]

This is absolutely awesome.

I really hope there‘s going to be a second part

[TormentedSlave]

I saw a couple of your stories earlier but I am going to have to read the rest. I absolutely love this. It brings memories back when I was young and first learning to tie myself up (though I never found or had a stash like this!). The way you describe the sensations are just incredibly, the heightened senses, the feeling of being secure yet vulnerable and unable to escape. Its all so wonderfully written. I hope there's a part two! Maybe an aunt will arrive to tickle his belly until he's exhausted

[tedbangor]

Nice set up - at least I hope it's a set up (hint-hint)

[Redman]

Thank you for this! I've recently read all your stories, and they are excelent. I am looking forward to what happens when Adam's mom returns!

[Mommy's Naughty Boy]

Oh! I would so enjoy to read more of this story. You give life to the words you type. I always look for posts like this from you. Thank you @Janbound

[hafnermg]

Please give us more!!

[Janbound]

Friends. I have a problem

Clearly he is going to be found by his mum when she gets home. How do I avoid mum’s explanation for the toys avoid letting him know about her kinky bedroom antics with his father?

[Mommy's Naughty Boy]

She is his mother. She doesn't have to explain anything to a kid. He was snooping around her belongings and he is in trouble.

I don't know.... This is a tough one....

[tedbangor]

As stated above, why does Mum have to explain anything?

It's not as if he can ask where everything came from, even if he's given that much thought (or wants to)?

She could say literally anything, like she's "looking after them for someone", "found them", "they were there when they moved into the house" or so many other things, or just say nothing.

After all, in "Mum World" he's the one in the wrong, for snooping, and playing. It's how she deals with those that will be interesting.

Does she leave him, trapped for a while longer?
Increase his confinement?
Change it in some other way?
Give him a long lecture about safe practise?
Invite a third party to 'help' (Dad most likely!)
Or, untie him and tell him to never be so silly again. (this seems unlikely on Tugstories however)

[Killua]

Nice story. I really enjoyed it how you took your time to express his feelings, emotions and thoughts.