LaNiege : A close Call! (Self)

[Soraka]

by LaNiege » Thu Feb 14, 2013 9:11 pm (Story contest February 2013)

Oh God.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway froze me in the midst of my struggle.

They’re home early.

OH GOD!

My parents weren’t supposed to be home until later. Much later. I was supposed to have had the whole day. But here I was bound and gagged on their bedroom floor with their car in the driveway and no time to spare.

My parents didn’t know about my experiments with self-bondage. They’d never understand that it wasn’t perverted, psychotic, or dangerous. It was harmless; a fun challenge. Sexual? Kinda. But I’m 15. At least I’m not into hard-core porn, right?

But they wouldn’t understand any of that when they found me tied up on the floor.

Think!

My hands were bound in front of me with tape and roped to my thighs above my knees. My ankles were bound together with shoelace. A strip of tape was whirled several times around my mouth. And the scissors I set aside were in my room across the hall. Under the bed.

MOVE!

I enjoyed tying myself up, but I sucked at it. That might save me today. My hands were in front of me, not behind. The ropes securing my hands to my thighs were loose, for I had tied that rope first with enough slack to slip my hands in later once I’d taped them together.

I tugged my arms. Slowly, bit-by-bit, they emerged from the loops of rope around my thighs. One big –TUG!- and my taped hands flew up, out, and away from my legs.

Outside, two car doors opened and shut.

The scissors! I crawled across the floor and though the hall. Mmph… mmph… mmph. I grunted into my gag every time my elbows pulled my body forward. I was breathing heavily through my nose when I reached my bed. I stretched my tied hands underneath, groping for the scissors. They weren’t there.

C’mon… c’mon… c’mon…

I shot my head underneath the bed frame to look.

There! Just out of reach! I drove my body forward and seized them. Cut! But my taped hands made holding the scissors difficult.

I heard the front door unlock.

My mouth. My fingers groped the tape covering my mouth and I quickly began to unpeel my gag. Mmph, mmph, ouch, ow, OW! I complained with each successive painful unlooping. But my mouth was free and I quickly used my teeth to unpeel the tape around my hands.

SNAP! My hands popped free as I heard the front door open.

I stashed the tape and rope under my bed and began untying my feet. Damn, this shoelace was tight and the knot was impossible. Only one option: I grabbed the scissors.

Farewell noble shoelace. One snip and it fell away.

I looked around: no signs of my adventure.

Deep breath. Composure.

I walked downstairs to greet my parents.

“Hi honey. Did you do anything fun while we were gone?”

“Not really” I smiled. “Y’know… the usual”.