Self Bondage (f/self)

[Janbound]

Kerry stepped out of the college gates, the cool autumn breeze tugging at the loose strands of her hair. Her leather jacket was a second skin, the band logo on her t-shirt faded but proud. Her black cargo pants whispered against her legs as she moved, and the white converse with black socks peeked out from beneath the hems. Her usual path home was a blend of the familiar and the mundane, the same scenery playing out like a looped track she'd long ago committed to memory.

Arriving home she dropped her bag at the door, hung her jacket up and kicked off her converse revealing a pair of worn blackmsocks so holy there was more foot on show than sock. She wiggled her toes a lottle then peelingbthe thin socks off threw them into the kitchen, narrowly missingbthe bin.

Her mum was out and her brother was in his room, the door closed, the sound of video games leaking through the wood. It was the perfect opportunity to indulge in her secret hobby. She slipped into her room, the walls a canvas of band posters and fairy lights, and went straight to her bedside drawer. Inside, a collection of ropes, cuffs , gags and blindfolds lay neatly coiled. With a racing heart, she began to set the scene, her mind already racing with the thrill of what was to come. The soft rustle of fabric and the gentle clink of metal was a symphony to her ears.

Kerry took a deep breath and started by binding her ankles together with a firm but gentle tug. The feeling of restraint was already sending shivers down her spine. She worked her way up to her knees, ensuring the knots were tight but not too tight, leaving enough room for a struggle that was thrilling but never painful. With her legs secure, she took a clean sock and slid it into her mouth, the fabric tasting faintly of the mint toothpaste she'd used that morning. She tied a bandana betewwn hervteeth tomhold the sock in place. The sound of the world around her muffled, she felt a rush of excitement and a strange sense of vulnerability. Taking the blindfold/sleep mask outbof the fraw she placed it up on her forhead whilstbshe worked on her arms.

Struggling a little, she carefully wrapped a rope round her chest, the rough fibers biting into her skin on her arms and squeezing through her T-shirt as she pulled it tight. She felt the blood pulse in her veins as she cinched the rope between her upper arms and sides. It was a delicate balance, not too snug to cause discomfort, but tight enough to feel the thrill of being bound. The pressure was oddly comforting, like a warm embrace from an unseen lover. Her breathing grew heavier as she picked up her favourite pair of hand cuffs, threading the chain undervthe belt at the back kf her trousers. She reached up tomslip the blindfold over her eyes, then secured her wrists behind her back with the cuffs, feeling the metal dig into the flesh of her wrists and the small of her back. The sensation of being trapped filled her with a peculiar mix of anxiety and exhilaration.

Kerry took a moment to appreciate the artistry of her self-imposed bondage, the ropes and chains a sculpture of desire and control. She knew she could free herself at
In a few moments with the keys threaded on the middle finger of herbleftvhand, but the illusion was part of the thrill. With a smirk, she wriggled her bound wrists and ankles, testing her own limitations. The house was quiet, save for the distant sound of her brother's video game, offering the illusion of solitude. She wiggled her feet and wished she’d tied hehr big toes together first, but simoly lay back To accept her self imposed captivity.

The clock ticked away the minutes, each second a silent accomplice to her fantasy. She lay there, her imagination running wild, conjuring a narrative of danger and intrigue. The sound of the doorbell in the distance jolted her from her reverie, sending a jolt of genuine panic through her body. She froze, listening intently for any sign that her brother had heard it. The game volume remained consistent, suggesting he was still engrossed in his digital world. With a sigh of relief, she let the scenario unfold in her mind.

But then, the game abruptly stopped. The sudden silence was deafening. She heard the squeak of a door hinge followed by the heavy thump of sneakers clompi g down the stairs. Her heart raced, the thrill of being discovered dancing with the fear of her secret being exposed. The door opened and she recognized the voice of her neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, asking for her mum. The words "not home" floated back from her brother's room, followed by the thud of the door closing. Kerry's chest tightened, her breaths coming in short gasps.

The sound of the front door closing brought a momentary reprieve, but she knew she couldn't risk being found like this. She had to escape from her makeshift cocoon. Using the skills she'd honed over countless solitary sessions, she began to manoeuvre the keys from ner middle dinger to the cuffs.

Her breath was hot and damp, the sock in her mouth making it difficult to swallow. She wriggled and contorted, the ropes around her chest and legs biting into her skin as she moved. Her heart pounded in her ears, grunts and goroans muffled by the fabric in her mouth. The sound of her brother's footsteps grew louder as he approached her room, probably to tell her about Mrs. Jenkins' visit.

Panic set in. Her mind raced with the possible consequences of her secret being uncovered. The keys felt slippery in her sweaty hands, the metal cold against her skin. She worked with feverish intensity, the need to escape her own creation becoming more urgent with each passing second. Her wrists burned from the effort, but she couldn't risk making too much noise. She had to be quick.

As the footsteps grew closer, she managed to unlock one cuff with trembling hands. The sudden release of pressure sent a shock through her body, and she gasped in relief. The sock slipped momentar from her mouth, and she bit down on it again to muffle any sound. The footsteps paused outside her door, and she held her breath, willing herself to become invisible. Then her younger brother Leo called ou “Do you know when mum’s back. Mrs Jenkins was asking for her.”

Her voice was muffled by the sock, as she tried to called back, “I think she said six!” But it was too muffled and distorted to male sense.

“Pardon?”

Kerry's heart skipped a beat as she realized her voice had been unintelligible. She couldn't have Leo barging in on her like this. With a surge of adrenaline, she managed to pull herself into a seated position, the ropes around her chest and legs protesting. Hopping accross her bedroom, she leaned back heavily against the door, the wood hard and unforgiving through the fabric of her t-shirt. She felt the knob turn slightly, but she had enough weight to keep it from opening.

Her tongue worked furiously to dislodge the sock from her mouth, the fabric feeling suddenly dry and thick. She could feel her brother's confusion on the other side of the door as he called out again. "Kerry, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," she finally managed to reply, her voice muffled but clearer this time. "Mum said she'd be back around six."

Leo's footsteps retreated, the weight of his concern lifting from the other side of the door. Kerry let out a sigh of relief and slumped to the floor to work on the last of her bindings. Her fingers fumbled with the knots around her ankles, the rope biting into her skin as she struggled to loosen them. Each twist and pull brought a sting of pain, but she ignored it, driven by the need to be free before her brother's curiosity got the better of him.

Once she had untied herself, she lay panting on the floor, her heart racing. She took a moment to recover, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an invisible audience to her secret escapade. With shaking hands, she gathered her gear and stuffed it back into the drawer, making a nite to herself to be more careful,next time.

The next time was saturday morning. The sun had barely crested the trees behind her hiuse, casting a soft glow through the gap in the curtains. The house was still, her mother's early morning departure for work leaving a lingering scent of coffee and toast in the air and taking Leo to his football practice, his laughter echoing down the street. It was the perfect time for Kerry to indulge in her secret hobby once again.

Her jean shorts hugged her thighs to just above her knees as she pulled them on and tossed them on. She pulled her Metallica t-shirt on over her head, the material sliding against her skin with a gentle hiss. She felt the warmth of the sun against her arms and legs, the anticipation building as she reached for the familiar ropes from her bedside drawer. Her eyes scanned the room, the fairy lights casting a soft, flickering glow over her sanctuary of self-exploration.

Kerry started with her ankles, looping the rope around them and pulling it snug. She took a deep breath, feeling the first whisper of restriction. Then she moved up to her knees, tying another rope in a neat figure-eight pattern, ensuring it wasn't too tight, but tight enough to keep her legs firmly together. She could feel the blood pulsing through her veins, the excitement of the challenge she'd set for herself today. Next, she took a longer length of rope and wrapped it around her thighs, just below her hips, tying it in a neat bow. She had to be careful not to restrict her circulation, but the sensation of being bound was deliciously tantalizing.

Her breath grew shallower as she reached for a clean white sock, her hands trembling slightly. She slid it into her mouth, the fabric feeling cool and smooth against her tongue. She pulled her hair back and wrapped silver tape around her head, placing her hair in a ponybtail,with a small band. Her eyes searched for the blindfold, her heart racing as she anticipated the loss of sight. Finding it, she placed it on yhe table next to her, anticipating tying it securely over her eyes, the soft fabric molding to her face.

The rope for the chest harness was a deep shade of red, a stark contrast against her pale skin. She began by looping it around the back of her neck, then over her shoulders, creating an intricate crisscross pattern that drew her attention to her collarbones. The rope slid down her arms, wrapping around her biceps and forearms, leaving her hands free but upper arms bound to her body. With each pass, she felt the tension build, the rope acting as a silent lover that whispered promises of pleasure and pain. She pulled it taut, feeling the fibers press into her skin, leaving faint red marks that would soon disappear.

Kerry's eyes fell on her reflection in the mirror. Her gagged face stared back at her, the silver tape standing out against her flushed cheeks. The sight sent a thrill through her, and she couldn't help but feel a little proud of herself for being so daring. With her legs bound and her torso secured, she reached for the last piece of her self-bondage puzzle—a rope to loop around her wrists. It was a delicate balance, one that would prevent her from untying herself too easily, but not so tight that it would cut off her circulation. She wanted the thrill of being trapped, not the actual danger.

Her heart was racing now, a mix of excitement and the ever-present fear of discovery. She rolled onto her stomach, feeling the softness of her bed against her cheek as she began to blindly maneuver the ropes behind her back. The loops around her ankles were tight, but she had enough slack to move them slightly apart and add a cinching rope. Then, with a deep breath, she reached back and started to thread the rope under the loops she had tied around her waist, feeling the fibers bite into her skin as she pulled it taut. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt the pressure of the ropes against her body, holding her in place like a lover's embrace.

Lastly she placed her wrists through the half dozen or so coils she had fashioned and with a kick of her kegs they tightened, putting herself in a kind of higtie, with ankles and weists bound innthe small,of her baxk to the rope round her tummy.

It took several deep breaths to steady herself, the pressure from the ropes feeling almost too intense. She had never bound herself quite like this before, and the thrill of the unknown sent a shiver through her. She moved her hesd as if to look round the room and see her bound form in the mirror, feeling the way the ropes hugged her bodu and the tape held her lips shut. She was a vision of silent surrender.

For over half an hour, Kerry lay there, wiggling her fingers and toes, the fabric of the ropes scraping her skin. Her mind danced with a myriad of scenarios, each more tantalizing than the last. Perhaps she had been abducted by a mysterious figure, lured into a dimly lit basement where she was bound on a thinndirty mattress, her pleas for mercy lost in the fabric of the gag. Or maybe she was a damsel in distress, captured by a band of ruthless pirates who had no idea of the secret power she held within her restrained body. Her imagination was her playground, and she reveled in the thrill of being at the mercy of unseen hands. Perhaps she had been abducted by her teachers having found them selling exam grades.

Her thoughts grew more vivid, and she could almost feel the weight of a stranger's gaze upon her. The room was eerily silent except for the occasional creak of the floorboards and the distant murmur of a car passing by outside. In her mind's eye, she saw shadowy figures looming over her, the rustle of their clothes as they whispered to one another about their nefarious plans. She whimpered softly into her gag, the sound muffled but clear in her own ears. The thrill of the unknown sent a delicious shiver down her spine, and she squirmed, the ropes tightening their grip on her body.

Her eyes searched the darkness behind her blindfold, as if seeking the reflection of her bound form in the mirror she knew was just out of reach. She felt the warmth of the sun slowly moving over her body, the chill of the early autumn air the breeze tickling the exposed skin of her arms and feet. The fabric of her shorts and t-shirt had ridden up slightly, leaving her tummy feeling more exposed than ever before. The struggle to free herself grew more playful, her movements more deliberate and less frantic.

The ropes around her limbs and torso tightened as she arched her back, feeling the pull of the knots she'd so carefully crafted. The sensation of being held by something she couldn't see or hear was intoxicating. Her breath grew ragged, the sock in her mouth absorbing her moans of pleasure. She could feel the sweat gathering on her forehead, beads of it rolling down her face and into the fabric of the gag.

Kerry let her mind wander, imagining days turning into nights, the room growing colder as the sun dipped below the horizon. Her stomach would rumble, a silent protest against the neglect it faced. Yet she was never truly in distress. The thought of someone discovering her this way, a helpless captive in her own room, was a thrilling blend of fear and excitement. Would they save her, or simply watch her struggle? The idea made her squirm more, the ropes around her ankles and wrists cutting into her flesh as she moved.

Her legs grew numb, but the discomfort only added to the allure. In her fantasy, she was a prisoner of some shadowy organization, her fate hanging in the balance with each tick of the clock. The ropes had become her jailer, her confidant, whispering sweet nothings of submission into her ears. She strained against them, the fabric of her shorts riding up even further, exposing more of her soft, pale skin to the cool air. The sensation was oddly thrilling, the combination of pain and pleasure sending waves of arousal through her bound body.

But then, the real world intruded on her fantasy. A floorboard outside her door creaked loudly, followed by the unmistakable sound of her mother's voice. "Kerry, are you up yet?" Panic flooded through her. She hadn't expected her mum back so soon. She had been so lost in her own world that she hadn't even heard the door open. With a jolt, she realized she was utterly exposed, her secret laid bare for all to see. The ropes that had been a source of pleasure now felt like a prison, a silent confession of her hidden desires.

Her mum's footsteps grew closer, the soft rustle of her stockings a stark contrast to the heavy thumping of Kerry's heart. The door to her bedroom swung open, and there she was, framed in the doorway, a vision of workplace efficiency in her white blouse, red scarf, navy skirt, and dark tights. For a moment, she stared at her daughter, Kerry paralysed with shock and fear, her mum's with amusement. Then, without missing a beat, her mum burst out laughing.

"Kerry, love.” she exclaimed, wiping a tear from her eye and gasping for breath, “youve really done a number on yourself there.” She carried on laughing and Kerry felt the bed shift from her mother’s weight as she sat next to her daughter. Kerry then let out a muffled shriek and squirmed as her mum ran a fingernail the length of the sole of her left foot.

“Lets get you outbof this.” She slipped the blinddfold off Kerry’s eyes then began to pick at the tape gagging her. As the layers were peeled away she eventually managed tomspitbthe sock out.

“You’re, youre nit angry?”

“No. Its no surprise youe tying yiurself up. 8 just didn’t think youd do such a agood job.”

“You knew?”

“I clean your room. Ive found your ropes, hand cuffs, b,indfolds. Ive found the scarves with teeth marks from being in your mouth. Ive seen rooe marks on yiur wrists. Imknew.”

“You’re not angry?”

“No. Because I used to play exactly the same games at your age.” Kerry was utterly shocked by this revelation and could hardly speak. “You need the bathroom?” Her mum asked as she released the hig tie.

“No. I’m good.”

“OK. Lets have lunch. Oh by the way Jiseph mum texted me. leo’s gine to his hiuse after football so he wont be back till about 6.” Kerry looked at her ckock and was shicked to see it was just afterv1pm. She’d beentied jo for abiut three hours.

[Barefoot99]

awesome story

[StringTheorist]

@Janbound
I liked the line
" she felt the pressure of the ropes against her body, holding her in place like a lover's embrace."
Sounds like something that AI might produce.

I suggest that you read the story aloud to yourself before posting, to catch the typos which can spoil the story when one spends time trying to understand the text.

I look forward to future chapters.

ST

[Janbound]

At least the typos prove it’s not AI. Hahahahah.


Yeah. I should proof read or write in word first. I take your point.

Glad you enjoyed it despite my genuine stupidity.

[StringTheorist]

Hi @Janbound

I also liked having Kerry's thoughts and feelings. Good description.

I write in Word, review, copy and paste into Notepad (which strips off formatting and other data such as author), then copy and paste into the TUG compose window. Read aloud to myself, making changes so the story posted varies slightly from my master copy.

I am looking forward to follow on stories. Does her mother tie her up, or Kerry secure her mother? What about her brother? Or an aunt? Lots of possibilities.

Please write them soon.

ST