Housesitting M/F (pt2 added)
Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2021 5:35 pm
Before I start this story I should describe myself, my name is Thomas, I'm 20year old and fairly average looking. I'm currently in college and for money decided to try housesitting over the summer, my parents arranged with their friends that I would house sit for them while they're on holiday for the summer. When they mentioned their 18year old daughter(Chloe) would also staying their I was initially confused but I just assumed they worrying about partying. Since they Lived out of state it was determined I would live there for the summer, which I was thrilled with as due to plot convinience I had a friend who I met online who was into tugs from a nearby city.
It was a scorching summer morning when I pulled into the drive way, I lugged my suitcase into the house and immediately rushed to the kitchen and downed a large glass of water. "Chloe" I called out, doubting I'd hear a response, I heard nothing and begun dragging my bag up the absurdly large staircase, occasionally hearing the creaking for the steps.
Upon reaching the second story I wiped the sweat off my brow, and begun dragging the bag across the carpeted floor to the opened door at the end of the hall. I leaped to the single bed across the room, leaving the bag on the smooth wooden floor by the closed door. As I lay on my bed I pondered what I should do, I then decided to open tugstories.com and read the ingenius stories authered by the intelectual pilar known as Sociopath3, as read through the brilliantly crafted stories I begun to hear a sound.
Being unable to identify the sound I halted my consumption of the incredible literature to investigate the noise. I left my room, almost slipping due to wearing socks on the wooden floor. When I exited the guest room the sounds became louder, it sounded like highly muffled speech, I turned to the door to my left with the name Chloe written in large letters on it and I pressed my ear to the door and I could hear the noises more clearly.
I opened the the door slowly, as I heard the creaking of the hinges I became aware of the source of the sounds and a smirk was brought to my face. I looked into the blindingly white bedroom I saw not far from the entrence a bronze skinned girl with dark hair wearing an oversized pink hoodie and black sweat pants bound, gagged and blindfolded on the floor.
The girl, who I assume correctly to be chloe, had her ankles, knees and thighs bound basically yet effectively with white ropes, her hands were bound behind her back with handcuffs as I deduced by the feint sound of metal hitting metal as she struggled, and she was gagged and blindfolded with a pair of identical black scarfs tied between her teeth and over her eyes tightly.
After I took in the sight ahead of me for a few seconds, I casually said "Hey Chloe right, I'm Thoma-aaaah", as I introduced myself I slipped on the smooth hardwood floors due to my socks.
It was a scorching summer morning when I pulled into the drive way, I lugged my suitcase into the house and immediately rushed to the kitchen and downed a large glass of water. "Chloe" I called out, doubting I'd hear a response, I heard nothing and begun dragging my bag up the absurdly large staircase, occasionally hearing the creaking for the steps.
Upon reaching the second story I wiped the sweat off my brow, and begun dragging the bag across the carpeted floor to the opened door at the end of the hall. I leaped to the single bed across the room, leaving the bag on the smooth wooden floor by the closed door. As I lay on my bed I pondered what I should do, I then decided to open tugstories.com and read the ingenius stories authered by the intelectual pilar known as Sociopath3, as read through the brilliantly crafted stories I begun to hear a sound.
Being unable to identify the sound I halted my consumption of the incredible literature to investigate the noise. I left my room, almost slipping due to wearing socks on the wooden floor. When I exited the guest room the sounds became louder, it sounded like highly muffled speech, I turned to the door to my left with the name Chloe written in large letters on it and I pressed my ear to the door and I could hear the noises more clearly.
I opened the the door slowly, as I heard the creaking of the hinges I became aware of the source of the sounds and a smirk was brought to my face. I looked into the blindingly white bedroom I saw not far from the entrence a bronze skinned girl with dark hair wearing an oversized pink hoodie and black sweat pants bound, gagged and blindfolded on the floor.
The girl, who I assume correctly to be chloe, had her ankles, knees and thighs bound basically yet effectively with white ropes, her hands were bound behind her back with handcuffs as I deduced by the feint sound of metal hitting metal as she struggled, and she was gagged and blindfolded with a pair of identical black scarfs tied between her teeth and over her eyes tightly.
After I took in the sight ahead of me for a few seconds, I casually said "Hey Chloe right, I'm Thoma-aaaah", as I introduced myself I slipped on the smooth hardwood floors due to my socks.