She's Literally the Girl Next Door (M/F) - completed
Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2018 1:30 am
I've had a couple of people ask me about this story I had posted on the old site. I finally found it on one of my USB drives. I can't remember what title I had given it (maybe it was simply called 'Jamie'?), so I made up a new one.
She's Literally the 'Girl Next Door'
I had been asked to house-sit my neighbors’ house, so I let myself in with the key they had left for me. I thought it would be another routine check – making sure there were no leaks or problems. There was only one houseplant, but that only needed water every few days. The pets had been boarded, so there wasn’t much for me to do. I walked into the living room, and my routine visit suddenly became anything but routine.
Someone was lying on the floor in the middle of the living room. Other details suddenly hit me. It seemed to be a young woman, and she was bound hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded! I ran to her and started to remove her blindfold. She flinched and murmured behind the gag.
“It’s OK,” I quickly said. “I’m a neighbor. I’ll free you as quickly as I can.”
The blindfold was a pair of tan pantyhose. The knot was very secure, but the hose were stretchy enough that I was able to pull them up and over her head without untying the knot. “Jamie!” I exclaimed. “Oh my god! Are you hurt?”
It was Jamie, the younger of the two daughters who lived here. She was supposed to be away at college, which was why her dad asked me to house-sit.
She shook her head to indicate that she wasn’t hurt. I started to untie the gag. The gag was another pair of tan pantyhose, knotted in the middle. The knot had been stuffed in her mouth, and the hose were pulled tightly between her teeth and knotted behind her head. So tightly that I was unable to remove it the way I had removed the blindfold. The knot had to be untied, which took a little time. Finally the knot behind her head came loose and I removed the knot from her mouth and tossed the pantyhose aside. She licked her lips and cleared her throat. “Jack! Thank god it’s you. I thought my parents were home early.” This comment struck me as strange, but I didn’t have time to think about it.
I gently rolled her onto her stomach so that I could untie her hands. “Handcuffs! I’ll call the police. They’ll be able to get these off.”
“No!” she exclaimed. “Don’t call the police! I know where the key is.”
“Is he still in the house?”
“Who?” she asked.
“The burglar who did this to you.”
“No, no one else is here. Please, carry me to the couch. I can talk better if I’m sitting up.”
I put one hand under her back, and another under her legs and picked her up. She was wearing a tee shirt, shorts, and a pair of opaque black tights. She wasn’t wearing shoes. Her legs were bound together with rope around her ankles and just below her knees. Her tights felt so good! Her small stockinged feet were so pretty. I suddenly reprimanded myself for admiring her legs and feet when she had just gone through a very traumatic experience. How long had she been lying on the floor helplessly bound, gagged, and blindfolded? I gently sat her on the couch.
“Please get me a glass of water. I’m parched.”
“I’ll be right back.”
I ran into the kitchen, searched for a glass, and filled it. I came back to the couch, and again I couldn’t help but admire her legs and feet in those beautiful opaque tights. She looked so adorable all tied up and helpless. I sat next to her and held the glass to her lips. She indicated she was done, and I sat the glass on the coffee table while she liked some drops of water from her lips.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “We really need to get the police here. I can untie your legs after I call them. Did you say you know where he left the key to the handcuffs?”
“Don’t call the police! I can explain.” Another strange comment, and she didn’t seem very traumatized.
“Jamie, you really calm about this,” I said as I sat down next to her. “Did your friends tie you up?”
She looked down and shook her head.
“Did your boyfriend do this?”
Again she shook her head, and was unable to look me in the eye. “I don’t have a boyfriend right now,” she said quietly.
“Please, Jamie, just tell me what’s going on.”
“This is really embarrassing. I … I did this to myself.”
I was completely shocked. “You did this? But, why?”
She was reluctant to discuss it, but she had no choice. She was too embarrassed to even look up at me. “I like being tied up.”
I gently lifted her chin so that she would look at me. “Oh. Jamie, there’s no need to be embarrassed. A lot of people like being tied up. It’s not that weird. How were you going to get loose? Do you have a friend coming later to take off the handcuffs?”
“No, I’m too embarrassed to tell any of my friends about this. The key to the handcuffs is on my bedroom floor.”
“Wait, aren’t all the bedrooms upstairs?” She nodded.
“How in the heck were you going to get it? You’re completely tied up, and you were blindfolded.”
“I’ve done it before. It’s very hard, and it takes a long time. First I have to roll and squirm my way to the stairs, and not being able to see makes it even harder. Then I go up one step at a time, putting my butt on each step, lifting myself up, and doing it again and again. Then when I get to the top of the stairs, I have to make my way to my bedroom, and then feel around until I find the key. The last time, I had a hard time finding the key. I almost had a panic attack. Even after I found it, I was trembling so hard it took forever for me to find the keyhole. I kept dropping it. It was very scary.”
“You’ve done this before?”
She nodded. “This is my third time.”
“Why don’t you put the key where you can get to it easier?”
“Well, that’s kind of the point. It’s exciting knowing that I can’t free myself easily. But, I’ve done the easy escape too, lots of times. Usually I tie the key onto a string that’s also tied to my handcuffs. That way I can find the key really fast. There were lots of times I would say goodnight to my parents, go upstairs and lie under the covers tied up and handcuffed for a while. But what I call the ‘difficult escape’ where the key is far away – I can only do that when no one else is going to come home any time soon.”
“Wow. This is incredible. You gave me a scare when I saw you on the floor, though!”
“I should have realized that mom and dad would ask someone to check the house. Please don’t tell them about this! They would absolutely freak out if they knew about this.”
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”
“Thank you. Since you’re here, could you go get the key for me?”
“I will be the knight in shining armor and rescue the fair damsel in distress from her bonds!”
She giggled and thanked me. I went up the stairs and searched the hallway. One room was obviously her parents’ room. There were two other bedrooms, one for each daughter. I didn’t know which one was Jamie’s, so I searched the floor of the first bedroom I came to. I didn’t have any luck, so I went to the other bedroom. There in the middle of the floor was a handcuff key. I picked it up, marveling that not only was Jamie expecting to climb a flight of stairs while bound hand and foot and blindfolded, but her bedroom was the farthest away from the staircase. She didn’t believe in making it easier on herself. I started back to rescue my tied-up neighbor, when I had a sudden thought. Smiling to myself, I went back to her room. Looking around, I saw a couple of shelves on her wall. I put the key on the highest shelf, behind some pictures. Returning downstairs, Jamie looked up and asked, “Did you find it?”
“I forgot to ask which room was yours, but I did find the key.”
“Oh thank you, thank you!” She leaned forward so that I could access the handcuffs.
After a long uncomfortable pause, she looked up and said, “Well?”
“Well what?” I asked innocently.
She rattled the handcuffs behind her. “I’m handcuffed, and you have the key.”
“Oh, I don’t have the key.”
“What? I thought you said you found it?”
I sat on the couch next to her. “I did find it, and I started to bring it downstairs, but I changed my mind. I don’t have it with me.”
“I don’t understand. Why?” she asked, leaning back again. “Oh, I see. You’re going to teach me a lesson by making me go get it, the way I originally planned. I deserve that. But since you’re here, and you can get the key so much easier than I can. Please go it! Pretty please!”
“No, I don’t think so. I’m much too tired to go all the way back upstairs. I’m very comfortable here.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to tire you out or anything! What happened to all that talk about being a knight in shining armor rescuing the damsel in distress?”
“I am your hero. You wanted to be tied up, and instead of ruining your fun, I’m helping you to enjoy it.”
“Can you at least untie my legs and feet? It would make getting upstairs a lot easier.”
I bent down and grasped her ankles, bringing her feet onto my lap. She didn’t try to stop me. In fact, she thought I was going to untie her feet. She leaned back against the armrest.
I began to massage her stockinged feet. Her tights felt so good!
“That feels good, but could you untie my ankles and knees now?”
While I massaged her feet with one hand, my other hand began to move up and down her calves. I was in tights heaven!
“I’m not going to untie your legs. They look so cute all tied up like this.”
“Thanks for nothing!” she pouted, giving out a groan of frustration.
After a minute of sulking, but apparently liking the foot massage she was getting, she finally broke the silence.
“Well, I may as well get going. I have a long difficult trip ahead of me to get the handcuff key. And you brought me to the couch, so I have to travel even farther now to get to my room. Thanks for all your ‘help’,” she said as sarcastically as she could. “Oh, and you might as well gag me and blindfold me again, since you obviously don’t intend to make this any easier for me.”
“I will gag you and blindfold you again, but first there’s something I have to tell you. The handcuff key isn’t exactly where you left it.”
“Where is it?”
“I hid it. Even if I told you exactly where it is, it’s in a high place, so you would never be able to reach it with your hands locked behind you. There’s no reason for me to untie your legs. Being able to walk upstairs would not help you one bit.”
Jamie’s eyes got big. For the first time, she looked scared to be in the predicament in which she had placed herself.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked in a very timid voice. Gone was the sarcastic tone of just a few moments ago.
“You did all this to yourself. I’m just helping your experience with ropes and handcuffs.”
“Oh, you’re teaching me a lesson. Believe me, I learned my lesson. I’m never going to tie myself up again. I promise. Please let me go.”
“No, I promise that I’m not doing this to teach you a lesson. I’m not trying to scare you into giving up your interest in being tied up.”
“Then why won’t you help me?”
“What you’re doing is called ‘self-bondage’. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. A lot of people do it. There are entire websites devoted to it. I’ve tried it.”
“You have?”
“Yes. It feels exciting. Self-bondage has one big disadvantage, though. You know that you can free yourself whenever you want. Oh, you can do what you did and make it so that getting to the key isn’t very easy. But knowing you can eventually free yourself keeps it from being a complete bondage experience. Now I’ve taken it up a notch for you. You’re bound hand and foot and completely helpless, the same as before. But now you’re unable to free yourself. There is absolutely nothing you can do now to free yourself. You’re a captive for real now. It’s not pretend.”
She looked at me, and visibly gulped with the realization that her bondage was real and inescapable now.
“How long are you going to keep me tied up?”
“I don’t know for sure. Even if I had a time in mind, I wouldn’t tell you. Part of your experience of being held captive is not knowing when you will be untied. I can tell you that it’s not going to be very soon. I hope you didn’t make plans for the near future.”
“I was going to meet one of my friends later. But I can text her and cancel. Oh, wait, I don’t think I can text while handcuffed. You might have to get my phone and text her for me.”
“I can say, ‘I can’t meet you tonight. I’ll be tied up for a while.’ Or will that arouse her suspicions?”
Jamie giggled. “I think we can phrase it better. I’ll think about it. What time is it?”
“About 3:30. Why?
“I’ve already been tied up for about 2 hours. I’ll eventually need a restroom break.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. It will require LOTS of begging and pleading on your part before I will even start to think of untying you.”
She nodded her head, somewhat sadly. The extent of her helplessness and complete dependence on someone else to free her was beginning to sink in.
“Besides, it’s in my best interest to keep you bound and helpless as long as possible. I love your tights! As long as you’re tied up, you can’t remove them. And I can massage your legs and feet as much as I want, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me, as long as I keep you tied up,” I said, while rubbing my hands up and down her legs and feet.
She perked up. “Oh, it that what this is about? My tights? Look, if you untie my legs and unlock my handcuffs, I promise I won’t take off my tights. We can have pizza delivered and watch a movie, and my legs and feet are yours to massage as much as you want. A massage will feel good after being tied up.”
“That sounds like an excellent plan. I will hold you to that suggestion.”
“So you’re going to untie me now?”
“No.”
She moaned and sank back into the sofa cushions.
To be continued ...
She's Literally the 'Girl Next Door'
I had been asked to house-sit my neighbors’ house, so I let myself in with the key they had left for me. I thought it would be another routine check – making sure there were no leaks or problems. There was only one houseplant, but that only needed water every few days. The pets had been boarded, so there wasn’t much for me to do. I walked into the living room, and my routine visit suddenly became anything but routine.
Someone was lying on the floor in the middle of the living room. Other details suddenly hit me. It seemed to be a young woman, and she was bound hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded! I ran to her and started to remove her blindfold. She flinched and murmured behind the gag.
“It’s OK,” I quickly said. “I’m a neighbor. I’ll free you as quickly as I can.”
The blindfold was a pair of tan pantyhose. The knot was very secure, but the hose were stretchy enough that I was able to pull them up and over her head without untying the knot. “Jamie!” I exclaimed. “Oh my god! Are you hurt?”
It was Jamie, the younger of the two daughters who lived here. She was supposed to be away at college, which was why her dad asked me to house-sit.
She shook her head to indicate that she wasn’t hurt. I started to untie the gag. The gag was another pair of tan pantyhose, knotted in the middle. The knot had been stuffed in her mouth, and the hose were pulled tightly between her teeth and knotted behind her head. So tightly that I was unable to remove it the way I had removed the blindfold. The knot had to be untied, which took a little time. Finally the knot behind her head came loose and I removed the knot from her mouth and tossed the pantyhose aside. She licked her lips and cleared her throat. “Jack! Thank god it’s you. I thought my parents were home early.” This comment struck me as strange, but I didn’t have time to think about it.
I gently rolled her onto her stomach so that I could untie her hands. “Handcuffs! I’ll call the police. They’ll be able to get these off.”
“No!” she exclaimed. “Don’t call the police! I know where the key is.”
“Is he still in the house?”
“Who?” she asked.
“The burglar who did this to you.”
“No, no one else is here. Please, carry me to the couch. I can talk better if I’m sitting up.”
I put one hand under her back, and another under her legs and picked her up. She was wearing a tee shirt, shorts, and a pair of opaque black tights. She wasn’t wearing shoes. Her legs were bound together with rope around her ankles and just below her knees. Her tights felt so good! Her small stockinged feet were so pretty. I suddenly reprimanded myself for admiring her legs and feet when she had just gone through a very traumatic experience. How long had she been lying on the floor helplessly bound, gagged, and blindfolded? I gently sat her on the couch.
“Please get me a glass of water. I’m parched.”
“I’ll be right back.”
I ran into the kitchen, searched for a glass, and filled it. I came back to the couch, and again I couldn’t help but admire her legs and feet in those beautiful opaque tights. She looked so adorable all tied up and helpless. I sat next to her and held the glass to her lips. She indicated she was done, and I sat the glass on the coffee table while she liked some drops of water from her lips.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “We really need to get the police here. I can untie your legs after I call them. Did you say you know where he left the key to the handcuffs?”
“Don’t call the police! I can explain.” Another strange comment, and she didn’t seem very traumatized.
“Jamie, you really calm about this,” I said as I sat down next to her. “Did your friends tie you up?”
She looked down and shook her head.
“Did your boyfriend do this?”
Again she shook her head, and was unable to look me in the eye. “I don’t have a boyfriend right now,” she said quietly.
“Please, Jamie, just tell me what’s going on.”
“This is really embarrassing. I … I did this to myself.”
I was completely shocked. “You did this? But, why?”
She was reluctant to discuss it, but she had no choice. She was too embarrassed to even look up at me. “I like being tied up.”
I gently lifted her chin so that she would look at me. “Oh. Jamie, there’s no need to be embarrassed. A lot of people like being tied up. It’s not that weird. How were you going to get loose? Do you have a friend coming later to take off the handcuffs?”
“No, I’m too embarrassed to tell any of my friends about this. The key to the handcuffs is on my bedroom floor.”
“Wait, aren’t all the bedrooms upstairs?” She nodded.
“How in the heck were you going to get it? You’re completely tied up, and you were blindfolded.”
“I’ve done it before. It’s very hard, and it takes a long time. First I have to roll and squirm my way to the stairs, and not being able to see makes it even harder. Then I go up one step at a time, putting my butt on each step, lifting myself up, and doing it again and again. Then when I get to the top of the stairs, I have to make my way to my bedroom, and then feel around until I find the key. The last time, I had a hard time finding the key. I almost had a panic attack. Even after I found it, I was trembling so hard it took forever for me to find the keyhole. I kept dropping it. It was very scary.”
“You’ve done this before?”
She nodded. “This is my third time.”
“Why don’t you put the key where you can get to it easier?”
“Well, that’s kind of the point. It’s exciting knowing that I can’t free myself easily. But, I’ve done the easy escape too, lots of times. Usually I tie the key onto a string that’s also tied to my handcuffs. That way I can find the key really fast. There were lots of times I would say goodnight to my parents, go upstairs and lie under the covers tied up and handcuffed for a while. But what I call the ‘difficult escape’ where the key is far away – I can only do that when no one else is going to come home any time soon.”
“Wow. This is incredible. You gave me a scare when I saw you on the floor, though!”
“I should have realized that mom and dad would ask someone to check the house. Please don’t tell them about this! They would absolutely freak out if they knew about this.”
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”
“Thank you. Since you’re here, could you go get the key for me?”
“I will be the knight in shining armor and rescue the fair damsel in distress from her bonds!”
She giggled and thanked me. I went up the stairs and searched the hallway. One room was obviously her parents’ room. There were two other bedrooms, one for each daughter. I didn’t know which one was Jamie’s, so I searched the floor of the first bedroom I came to. I didn’t have any luck, so I went to the other bedroom. There in the middle of the floor was a handcuff key. I picked it up, marveling that not only was Jamie expecting to climb a flight of stairs while bound hand and foot and blindfolded, but her bedroom was the farthest away from the staircase. She didn’t believe in making it easier on herself. I started back to rescue my tied-up neighbor, when I had a sudden thought. Smiling to myself, I went back to her room. Looking around, I saw a couple of shelves on her wall. I put the key on the highest shelf, behind some pictures. Returning downstairs, Jamie looked up and asked, “Did you find it?”
“I forgot to ask which room was yours, but I did find the key.”
“Oh thank you, thank you!” She leaned forward so that I could access the handcuffs.
After a long uncomfortable pause, she looked up and said, “Well?”
“Well what?” I asked innocently.
She rattled the handcuffs behind her. “I’m handcuffed, and you have the key.”
“Oh, I don’t have the key.”
“What? I thought you said you found it?”
I sat on the couch next to her. “I did find it, and I started to bring it downstairs, but I changed my mind. I don’t have it with me.”
“I don’t understand. Why?” she asked, leaning back again. “Oh, I see. You’re going to teach me a lesson by making me go get it, the way I originally planned. I deserve that. But since you’re here, and you can get the key so much easier than I can. Please go it! Pretty please!”
“No, I don’t think so. I’m much too tired to go all the way back upstairs. I’m very comfortable here.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to tire you out or anything! What happened to all that talk about being a knight in shining armor rescuing the damsel in distress?”
“I am your hero. You wanted to be tied up, and instead of ruining your fun, I’m helping you to enjoy it.”
“Can you at least untie my legs and feet? It would make getting upstairs a lot easier.”
I bent down and grasped her ankles, bringing her feet onto my lap. She didn’t try to stop me. In fact, she thought I was going to untie her feet. She leaned back against the armrest.
I began to massage her stockinged feet. Her tights felt so good!
“That feels good, but could you untie my ankles and knees now?”
While I massaged her feet with one hand, my other hand began to move up and down her calves. I was in tights heaven!
“I’m not going to untie your legs. They look so cute all tied up like this.”
“Thanks for nothing!” she pouted, giving out a groan of frustration.
After a minute of sulking, but apparently liking the foot massage she was getting, she finally broke the silence.
“Well, I may as well get going. I have a long difficult trip ahead of me to get the handcuff key. And you brought me to the couch, so I have to travel even farther now to get to my room. Thanks for all your ‘help’,” she said as sarcastically as she could. “Oh, and you might as well gag me and blindfold me again, since you obviously don’t intend to make this any easier for me.”
“I will gag you and blindfold you again, but first there’s something I have to tell you. The handcuff key isn’t exactly where you left it.”
“Where is it?”
“I hid it. Even if I told you exactly where it is, it’s in a high place, so you would never be able to reach it with your hands locked behind you. There’s no reason for me to untie your legs. Being able to walk upstairs would not help you one bit.”
Jamie’s eyes got big. For the first time, she looked scared to be in the predicament in which she had placed herself.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked in a very timid voice. Gone was the sarcastic tone of just a few moments ago.
“You did all this to yourself. I’m just helping your experience with ropes and handcuffs.”
“Oh, you’re teaching me a lesson. Believe me, I learned my lesson. I’m never going to tie myself up again. I promise. Please let me go.”
“No, I promise that I’m not doing this to teach you a lesson. I’m not trying to scare you into giving up your interest in being tied up.”
“Then why won’t you help me?”
“What you’re doing is called ‘self-bondage’. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. A lot of people do it. There are entire websites devoted to it. I’ve tried it.”
“You have?”
“Yes. It feels exciting. Self-bondage has one big disadvantage, though. You know that you can free yourself whenever you want. Oh, you can do what you did and make it so that getting to the key isn’t very easy. But knowing you can eventually free yourself keeps it from being a complete bondage experience. Now I’ve taken it up a notch for you. You’re bound hand and foot and completely helpless, the same as before. But now you’re unable to free yourself. There is absolutely nothing you can do now to free yourself. You’re a captive for real now. It’s not pretend.”
She looked at me, and visibly gulped with the realization that her bondage was real and inescapable now.
“How long are you going to keep me tied up?”
“I don’t know for sure. Even if I had a time in mind, I wouldn’t tell you. Part of your experience of being held captive is not knowing when you will be untied. I can tell you that it’s not going to be very soon. I hope you didn’t make plans for the near future.”
“I was going to meet one of my friends later. But I can text her and cancel. Oh, wait, I don’t think I can text while handcuffed. You might have to get my phone and text her for me.”
“I can say, ‘I can’t meet you tonight. I’ll be tied up for a while.’ Or will that arouse her suspicions?”
Jamie giggled. “I think we can phrase it better. I’ll think about it. What time is it?”
“About 3:30. Why?
“I’ve already been tied up for about 2 hours. I’ll eventually need a restroom break.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. It will require LOTS of begging and pleading on your part before I will even start to think of untying you.”
She nodded her head, somewhat sadly. The extent of her helplessness and complete dependence on someone else to free her was beginning to sink in.
“Besides, it’s in my best interest to keep you bound and helpless as long as possible. I love your tights! As long as you’re tied up, you can’t remove them. And I can massage your legs and feet as much as I want, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me, as long as I keep you tied up,” I said, while rubbing my hands up and down her legs and feet.
She perked up. “Oh, it that what this is about? My tights? Look, if you untie my legs and unlock my handcuffs, I promise I won’t take off my tights. We can have pizza delivered and watch a movie, and my legs and feet are yours to massage as much as you want. A massage will feel good after being tied up.”
“That sounds like an excellent plan. I will hold you to that suggestion.”
“So you’re going to untie me now?”
“No.”
She moaned and sank back into the sofa cushions.
To be continued ...